Ten fingers Ten toes
Chapter 7
Slowly things had begun to settle down and another week had passed. A long week. A long week of peeing, vomiting, peeing some more and more and more vomiting. It was certainly not one of the classiest of weeks Callie Torres had ever been through.
By now the news had spread throughout the entire hospital. Everyone knew from the surgeons to the doctors to the nurses and janitors hell even most of the patients knew. Of course as aforementioned the peeing and the vomiting that took up most of her day didn't help the idea of things staying secret for long.
As Callie lay in the bed inspecting the cracked ceiling she couldn't help but snap her eyes closed as the door opened.
"Stop pretending Torres it's only me" her eyes snapped open when she heard Alex's voice and the door click close again,
"You think I want a lecture from you too?" Alex smiled at her as he rolled up a stool and the ultrasound machine next to her,
"I'll wait for now besides I think you need to build yourself up before Mark gets out of surgery" Callie groaned again, loudly,
"How long?" She asked apprehensively making Alex grin even wider,
"Oh a couple of hours yet" She nodded not even wanting to think of the lecture she was going to receive from her best friend once he found out what had happened.
As Alex placed her gel on the doppler she shivered at the coolness when it touched her belly,
"You know Alex the other obstetrician already did this"
"I know and now I'm doing the follow up one" She smiled at him and nodded,
"Okay thanks"
"So what did O'Malley have to say?" Alex asked as he pressed buttons on the machine and she couldn't help but roll her eyes,
"Oh just that I was a terrible mother and that I was going to hurt the baby and that I wasn't capable to do this" She said really fast and Alex paused mid movement turning to her,
"You know that's bull right Cal?" When she averted her eyes looking down she quickly found two fingers of Alex's non gloved hand lifting her chin back up so he could look her in the eyes,
"Callie that's crap. You're going to be a wonderful mum, you are a wonderful mum" Callie smiled and nodded tearfully at Alex knowing that if she said anything else she wouldn't be able to stop the tears that were already threatening to fall.
She gripped Bailey's hand tightly in hers and the woman smiled gently down at her. The chief had cleared everyone from the room minutes before but thankfully let Bailey and Owen stay. It had been Owen who had picked her up off the floor and placed her on the gurney he had yelled for. He then along with Bailey who had rushed towards him wheeled her into one of the trauma rooms.
She'd woken up not long after she'd been pushed into the room and had simply lay there shocked at what had happened staring at the white ceiling as the doctors checked her over. After the ultrasound from Scott the other obstetrician who Owen had paged, after the bloods that Owen had taken from her wrist had came back and after the lecture she'd received from both the chief and Bailey they had finally left and Owen had dropped a reassuring kiss on her head telling her that they were keeping her lying down for the rest of the day. She had shook her head assuring him that it wasn't necessary but he waved her off, disregarding her words and scribbling mindlessly in the chart a nurse had made up. When he looked back up at her he went to speak but was cut off by someone entering the room quickly. Looking up the two of them took in the dishevelled George O'Malley that had walked into the room,
"Dr Hunt I'd like to speak to Dr Torres if that would be okay?"Owen raised an eyebrow at the younger man before he turned back to Callie who met his eyes and then shrugged before nodding,
"You've got five minutes Dr O'Malley then I'll be back to take another set of obs okay?" The man in front of him nodded and Owen turned back to Callie,
"Press the button if you need anything Cal, I'll keep an eye out" Callie almost grinned as she watched George gulp at the subtle almost not there threat from the trauma surgeon before he left the room. Once he had, her ex husband watched her for a second and Callie very quickly began to regret saying that she was okay to be stuck, confined in a very small room with him.
"Callie that was very irresponsible of you"
There were several things Callie wanted to do right then. One included throwing the lamp on the table next to her at his head, another involved getting up and punching her ex husband in the face and another part of her wanted to hit the call button just to see what Owen would do to him.
"You have no right to walk in here and tell me what you think George" She said and even she was surprised with her calm voice and steady tone. He looked at her for a second before replying,
"This is my kid too Callie you don't get to screw this up too and if I ca-" But the sight of Callie's jaw dropping caused George to smartly close his.
"For one...if you want this 'kid' so much George how about you try turning up to the ultrasound appointments, how about not sending me back the only photo you have of your child, how about asking about him or her maybe just say once a week. How about just making some kind of effort. Don't you dare come in here and tell me that I'm screwing this up. And you can stop saying that I screwed up our marriage too you did that when you screwed Izzie Stevens. So if this is just some opportunity that you want to grab to make me feel just a little worse about myself you can get out right now!" When she'd finished George was wide eyed and shocked and Callie sucked in a deep breath exhausted. Without another word George turned on his heel and left the room.
"Yes George the baby's fine" She murmured to the back of the door once it had clicked shut again sighing and closing her eyes.
A powerful wave of familiar nausea washed over her body yanking her out of her thoughts and she looked at Alex quickly before pointing to the bin and holding her lips tightly together. Thankfully it only took seconds for him to catch on and he stopped and launched from the chair. Even more thankfully he stuck the bin under her face at just the perfect time as she leaned over the side of the bed to empty her stomach. When Callie slumped back onto the bed Alex put the bin down and she grimaced at the taste in her mouth,
"So I don't need to ask if the nausea's easing off at all" She rolled her eyes answering his pointless question as he poured her a styrofoam cup of water. She tried to relax her tense body as Alex sat again, taking up from where he'd left off from his thorough check over of her child.
Which was probably a little over the top. But one she didn't really mind and two she knew that Alex would end up in the field and was more than happy to give him some practice.
When she raised the cup to her lips she couldn't help but pray that the morning sickness would soon be over.
Callie stood beside Derek and listened to Christina present the patients' case to them from beside the bed. The orthopaedic surgeons eyes flicked to the patient taking in the gaunt woman and smiling in what she hoped was a comforting way, when she caught her eye.
The case was a tricky one and Derek and Callie would carefully try to align her spine without causing any damage to the spinal cord or the surrounding nerves. No worries.
But when the patient in the bed suddenly heaved Christina with lightning bolt reflexes retrieved a vomit bag and stuck held it beneath her face. It had never bothered Callie before she had never been bothered by bodily fluids but suddenly without warning she felt it happen and all she had time to do was to spin around before she vomited all over the linoleum floor and...what looked to be someone's shoes.
Looking up she felt like she was going to be sick again.
Izzie Stevens. Great...as if the girl didn't hate her enough.
It was Avery that reached out, who had been standing next to Izzie, and steadied Callie as she swayed unsteadily on her feet. She turned to apologise and knew that if the colour hadn't drained from her face and she didn't feel as if she would faint at any second she would have been bright red. But Derek quickly stepped in front of her blocking her view of the patient who had vomited again and Avery led Callie out of the room smirking one last time at the blonde who was still standing immobile in complete shock.
"So have you been experiencing any other symptoms Cal?" Alex's voice pulled her out of her daydream for the second time and she shook her head trying to clear her mind,
"You alright?" he said concerned,
"Yeah just tired"
"We should get Derek to give you the onc-"
"No no no no no no no! I do not need a neurosurgeon to clear me Alex" Callie exclaimed,
"Well Owen did say that he wasn't clear on if you hit your head or not" He gave her a pointed look as she automatically shook her head,
"I didn't!"
"Ok, any other symptoms"
"My boobs ache, a lot...like hell" She deadpanned and he smirked at her his eyes flicking downwards,
"I hope you don't do that with all your patients" She said scathingly only to be met with another Karev smirk which she noticed had numerous similarities to a Sloan smirk.
"No just you, you're a special patient. And I couldn't help it after the story I heard from Christina yesterday" And just when Callie wanted to smile at his special patient comment the second half of his sentence caused her eyes to narrow dangerously to which he held his hands up in defeat,
Callie was on her feet in seconds bounding down the hall in nothing but a singlet and an old pair of Marks boxer shorts she had stolen ages ago. When she skidded to a stop outside of the bathroom she glared at the door that was most definitely closed and felt her heart sinking and her bladder growing as she heard the shower running. She banged on the door loudly only to hear the unmistakable yell of her best friend,
"WHAT!"But she didn't respond instead she pushed into the bathroom and launched towards the toilet slamming the door closed. As expected she heard a second yell from Mark,
"WHAT THE HE—Oh morning Torres" If she hadn't been jumping up and down as she swiped his clothes from on the toilet seat she would have smiled at his indifference but instead she yelled when she heard him sliding the shower door open as she hooked her fingers into his boxers,
"DON'T LOOK! Jesus Sloan I have to pee" She heard the door slide shut again,
Callie sighed in relief finally being able to stand normally again. But as soon as she had washed her hands she turned back around and promptly vomited. Unfortunately the clean shirt that she wore suffered this time as she was taken by surprise. As she gagged her throat burning she felt her hair being pulled away from her face and warm drops of water fall onto her back. Finally after what felt like centuries she leant back and Mark flushed the toilet before pulling her upright,
It was then that she realised he was out of the shower helping her...straight out of the shower.
"SLOAN!"
"Oh calm down Torres it's nothing you haven't seen before plus you were sitting on my towel" she could hear the smirk in his voice and she met his eyes before punching him in the arm,
"I have to go change" he grinned before turning and stepping back into the shower as she began to leave,
"Oh by the way Torres nice boxers" She grinned as she shut the door behind her and headed down the hall. Walking into her room she stripped off her shirt in one fluid movement but jumped violently at the scream that came from in front of her. Her eyes widened as she saw Christina Yang sitting on her bed and she quickly covered her breasts with the shirt. For a second there was silence...and then...
"Man you have massive boobs!" Callie burst out laughing,
"Yes my latest present from the pregnancy fairy" She said to her friend who to her credit was ignoring her red cheeks.
As far as she was concerned there had been far too much nudity in the house for that morning,
"What are you doing in here anyway?"
"Cal" Callie jumped again focusing her stare on Alex,
"That's it I'm paging Derek"
"Noooo Alex I'm fine"
"Uhuh that's why you keep spacing out on me" She sighed knowing it was most certainly a losing battle. Alex grinned at her as he began to pack up the equipment telling her that bear was safe and sound to which she said that she already knew. When the door opened several seconds later Callie smiled,
"Well that was quick Dr She-" But it was not Dr Derek Shepherd instead she gulped as she took in the man who stood in the doorway wondering if she could raise the white flag now as opposed to experiencing the battle that was waiting for her.
"Hi Mark"
Hi hi hi hi hi!
I know it's been forever and i'm really sorry!
Life's pretty crazy right now but I'm hoping to update much more often and get the chance to write more often!
But anywho I really hope you like this chapter and thankyou for reading and please send me a quick review to let me know what you think.
Thank you
Nina xx
