Over My Head (My Confessions)

Tagline: Everyone knows I'm in over my head and I don't know what to do to but to give my confessions.

Summary: When the pressures of being unable to conceive slowly derails their relationship, Arizona chooses to take a break. She heads to Africa to work as a missionary, saving lives of the tiny humans. Yet, little to every one's knowledge, including her own, she takes a little something of Callie's with her. Now seven months later, Callie's world is turned upside down by the arrival of her ex-girlfriend and the tiny human growing inside of her. Can Callie find forgiveness for the mother of her child? Or is it simply too late?

Warning: AU Season 7

Pairing: Callie/Arizona.

Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Author's Note: I know this is usually posted on Saturday's but I was busy celebrating a new phase of my life, yay! Anyways, I hope that you guys enjoy this chapter. I know a lot of you have questions about why Arizona is keeping the baby a secret or what happened between Callie and Arizona and when Callie finds out about Arizona- I promise you all of those answers and scenes you long for will happen all in good time, my friends. All in good time.


Chapter Seven

The rush of the doctors and nurses around her makes Teddy Altman feel as if she was standing still, as if she was a mere apparition watching the world pass by around her. Her eyes are crowded with tears and fearfulness, watching as the doctors surround the gurney on which her very pregnant best friend lay, possibly already too far traumatized by the accident to ever survive, her best friend who possibly already lost the child that she had been more than excited to welcome into the world.

She knows that she should be better than this. She knows that she should be able to push away her personalization to the case, to fight away her feelings of love, of fear, of guilt, of sadness and be the best doctor for Arizona and her baby. She should be pushing her way through the crowd of doctors and discover if she has a ruptured ventricle or if she has a heart compression or some other traumatic cardiac condition. She should be bossing the group of doctors around, demanding Derek to do a better job than he is, yelling, taking control of the situation to make sure Arizona survives, to make sure that she draws another breath.

But she can't move. It is as if she is paralyzed, immobile, permanently stuck against the wall. Her body is giving way beneath her, quakes of trembles and choking cries.

As the tears blind Teddy, Bailey orders another bag of blood to be hung as she desperately tries to control the Peds surgeon's bleeding, searching diligently for the source. They are losing her; But she knows they won't admit that, at least, not aloud where she can hear it.

How could she let this have gone as long as she did? How could she have chosen not to say anything? Arizona made her promise, promise not to tell anyone, especially Callie. Yet, at a moment like this, promises seem so menial and pointless, particularly when the person she made the promise to is laying in the gurney, her body possibly already suffered enough trauma and could very well die.

She should have said something. Something to Callie, something would have hat let her know that Arizona was not as okay as she perceived her as, something that would have let her know that her ex-girlfriend was carrying their child. She should have told her. She should have convinced Arizona that flying this late in pregnancy was a bad idea and that she should have waited until the baby was born or told Callie to go to Africa.

Teddy should have said something; she should have done something because her solemn attitude and her loyalty may very well cost her best friend and her unborn child their lives and it may very well destroy Callie Torres' life in the process.

"Her pressure's dropping!" This time it is Richard Webber who makes the statement. Teddy cannot remember when he got there or even why he had been paged but she feels only a little relieved to know that Arizona is in his hands; the hands of a man who learned with the very best: Ellis Grey. She has the very best team but it seems to be to no avail.

"She has a compressed skull fracture with a possible bleed." Derek speaks up over the hysteria, lifting her eyelids as he attempts to check her pupils. Swallowing hard, Teddy digs her nails into her skin as she watches the scene around her, the voices, the demands, the instructions all sounding like a mumbling mess.

"There are no breath sounds on the left; the right is weak and filled with fluid." Meredith states as she hangs the stethoscope back around her neck, her worriment filled eyes meeting with Derek who only winces softly, knowing all too well of how painful a scene like this is. When a patient has suffered this much trauma, it is always bad but when that patient is a colleague, a friend, someone who is seen on a daily basis with a bright smile and cheerful attitude, it is so much worse to try to have a handle on.

"She has blood in her upper right quadrant." This voice belongs to Cristina and Teddy finds herself breathing a little easier when she hears the familiar sound. Right, Cristina is working on her. Cristina Yang, the most talented, brilliant, professional surgeon that she has ever had the chance to teach, let alone work with. She tears her eyes away from the screen as she watches Cristina do her best work, checking her thoracic area for just how much damage had been done by the impact of the plane.

"Systolic down to seventy two." The Chief exclaims, checking her stats once more.

"We need to get a line." Meredith states, her voice seems so tiny over the other voices and the sounds of the machines. As she watches the five of them swarm over Arizona, shouting directions and instructions, Teddy's heart falls deeper into her chest. The baby. Nobody had even checked her stomach, had checked the baby.

"W-Wh-Where's Addison?" Teddy whispers in a raspy voice but nobody could have heard her, even with the best hearing possible. Not over the machines, over the chaos, over the hysteria as everyone is trying to get the best handle on the situation, not over the reality that everyone just wishes is not true.

"Damn it, where is Addison?" This time, Teddy makes sure that everyone hears her with her loud, booming voice. For a split second, the doctors' tear their eyes away from their patient, almost glaring at Teddy who dares to speak during this time. However, before any of them have time to speak, the red haired obstetrician makes her entrance known.

"I'm here! What do we have?" Addison demands, removing her pink stethoscope from around her neck. Almost instantly, her eyes land upon Derek's dark brown and the two, quite shyly, share the tenderest of gazes as the Nero-surgeon shares an all knowing smirk with the red haired vixen. Even in the most chaotic of moments, the one secret they do not want the world to know, gives their hearts a little extra beat.

"She's approximately thirty four weeks pregnant. She was one of the plane crash victims. She was unresponsive at the scene and has not regained consciousness. Her pulse is weak and her blood pressure keeps dropping. She's bleeding out internally. We… we don't know about the baby." Derek speaks up, informing his ex-wife of exactly what is going on.

"Her stomach is tight and rigid." Addison exclaims, pressing around on her prodding stomach. She sighs with a simple shake of her head, "I need to check for a heartbeat but I need everyone to be quiet if I'm going to hear anything." Addison opens a drawer as she grabs a portable sonogram machine from within in a hasty twirl. However, the chaotic voices never once cease, instead they continue to shout directions and orders for medication and the best possible treatment. Addison shakes her head, placing the machine against Arizona's stomach, desperately trying to find a heartbeat.

"Damn it." mumbles Addison. Teddy sniffles back a cry as she steps forward, pushing her fingers through her hair as she tries to find a breath.

"Can everyone just shut up? Right now!" Teddy exclaims loudly. The outburst catches everyone off-guard and the room falls silent, watching carefully as Addison moves the machine upon Arizona's prodding stomach. There is silence, the most painful aching type of silence, a silence that tears Teddy Altman apart with every passing second. Silence, silence, and then….

"I got a heartbeat!" The racing sound of the unborn child's heart beat creates a wave of calm rushing over Teddy's crumbling body. The room suddenly falls less chaotic as everyone breathes a sigh of relief upon hearing the all too comforting sound. The sound of life in a dark and almost hopeless situation. Then suddenly, another sound fills the room, a loud blaring sound that quakes fear through everyone.

"Damn it, she's in v-vib!" The chief exclaims, "Somebody bag her!" Suddenly the frenzied chaos picks back up as the six doctors quickly becoming a hovering, tangled mess around Arizona. Everyone, except for Teddy, who watches teary eyed in the corner, desperately trying to find the breath that was stolen from her when Arizona first arrived. She watches as Cristina bags her, pumping air into her lungs and Bailey grabs the paddles. She knows the procedure by heart, she knows how many seconds are counted between each shock, how many times Cristina is supposed to count before squeezing the bag, she knows how long they can do this until they are supposed to call it. But watching it when it is Arizona, Teddy loses all medical professionalism.

"You have to save her!" Her voice cracks in a cry from the corner of the room. Cristina looks over at the blond woman who cowers in an almost sulk in the corner of the room, a sudden wave of sympathy echoing from within her body. She knows what it is like, what it is like to be standing there, watching your best friend practically die before you, for, she had been in the same position years earlier with Meredith.

"Please, Bailey!" squeaks Teddy.

"Dr. Altman, if you are going to insist on staying in here then I am going to need you to stop barking orders at me like I am some intern who doesn't know how to handle this. I am trying to save two lives here so with all due respect, could you please shut up?" Bailey snaps loudly, sending another shock through the woman who lays beneath her, lifeless. Teddy shakes her head, choking out a cry as she steps forward.

"No, you have to save her. C-Callie doesn't know. She doesn't know that… that she's back. She…" Teddy hiccups in a cry, "she doesn't know that she's pregnant!" To this, Addison looks back at the cardio surgeon as confusion fills her face. However, before she can say anything, the loud beeping of Arizona's heart fills the room.

"We need to get her into surgery, now! We have to localize this bleeder and get it under control! She's losing too much, too fast!" Meredith exclaims and it is a statement that n-one has to debate or think twice about.

"OR Two is prepped and ready!" Richard exclaims. It takes only a second for the doctors to grab the essential items they need and as quick as Arizona was rushed in, she is being rushed out, surrounded by the best doctors to ever hold her life in their hands.


"I need to talk to you." It's Addison who catches Teddy off guard, the blond jumps startled. Turning back, she finds herself within inches of the flaming red head, who looks certainly less than pleased with her. Teddy nods quietly, twisting her fingers through her golden mane as she swallows hard, brushing back the tears. What has she gotten herself into?

Slumping in the sofa, Arizona watches as Calliope paces throughout their apartment, the threatening cry echoing in the back of her throat when she dares to speak or draw a breath. She knows it is coming but she is not so sure that she is ready for it; that she is ready to hear it or face it. Arizona is just so tired, physically, emotionally, mentally. She is so tired of the fighting, of the arguing, of the blame game, of being so close to the love of her life and yet so very far away. The Peds is so tired of everything she says being the wrong thing or her efforts not being nearly enough.

Arizona knows this is not Callie's fault; this person that she has become now, it's not her fault. Losing a baby is the hardest thing in the world that anyone will ever have to go through but what is her fault, is the way their relationship is slowly falling apart. Callie is the one who is pushing her away, she is the one with tunnel vision, and she is the one, who wants what she wants, despite what it is doing to their relationship. Callie is the one who is attacking her, who is lashing out of misplaced anger and hurt. Callie is the one who is driving the wedge between the two of them night after night, no matter how much Arizona tries to take it away.

They are falling apart. Slowly. Painfully.

"I just don't understand. Addison said that your eggs are viable. You are in perfect shape. Healthy as a freakin' horse. You work out. You eat right. You're never sick. Like, freakishly never. You're perfect. So, why is this not taking?" Callie groans in annoyance and Arizona watches her girlfriend, well, more of a friend than an actual girlfriend these days -minus the sexy times, of course, but that only happens because Callie is trying to put a baby inside of her. She misses when they were a couple, when one smile could say everything the two of them ever felt. Now it'ss fights and arguments about the stupidest things, it's about sleeping on different sides of the bed and forcing conversations instead of the love and laughter that had once been about.

"I-I don't know, Calliope. Sometimes these things just take time." Arizona states, shrugging her shoulders carefully, her eyes fixated upon her pacing girlfriend. Sometimes she wonders when things turned out this way, why things had to happen the way they did. She wonders if their first baby had lived, if things would be this bad between the two of them, if their relationship would still be struggling as much as it is now.

"I know that, but we've been trying for months now, Arizona. And nothing has happened!" Callie exclaims in exasperation and Arizona nods her head quietly, gently tracing shapes into her jeans.

"I know that, too." It is more of a mumble than an actual statement as the blond surgeon watches her anxious girlfriend pace, neurotically, back and forth in front of her. The therapist she had spoken to had told her it would take time for Calliope to return to the woman that she had once been before, suffering a traumatic miscarriage like she had, and the fact that she had not dealt with her emotions yet. He even mentioned that it would maybe take the birth of a new child and years down the road for her to ever return to the person that she used to be, if at all. Yet, still, Arizona's impatience is growing and growing quickly.

"It only took two tries before I got pregnant. Two. I mean… maybe Addison missed something. Maybe there's something wrong with you." Callie snaps in frustration, her voice almost cracking as she twists her fingers in her raven black curls. The outrageous assumption snaps Arizona to attention as she leans forward in her seat, staring, almost gawking at the woman before her.

"Calliope, I don't think you know what you're…"

"It can't be that hard to get pregnant, Arizona. We have sex. We have really, really good sex and just when you are about to… you know… I inseminate you with the sperm. And then we finish. You are healthy; you take good care of yourself. I know the first few times are usually a miss, especially when you are first starting to try. But it's been months now. So, maybe Addison missed something or maybe…." Callie's voice trails off and Arizona watches with slanted eyes, her lips pursed together.

"Or maybe what, Calliope?" When Callie's eyes meet Arizona's, the Peds surgeon is shaken by the coldness in them, by the resentment written within the russet brown eyes that had once held the keys to her future.

"Or maybe you just don't want a baby." The statement is cold but it holds every ounce of resentment.

"Oh, here we go." Arizona grumbles with a roll of her eyes, adding fuel to the fire that rages inside Callie.

"Admit it, you don't want a baby. And maybe you never did in the first place. We fought for weeks about trying to get pregnant again and the only reason you gave in was so that I would shut up. I don't think it is a far stretch to say that the reason that we can't get pregnant now is because you don't want to be pregnant." Callie tirades with an angered laugh and Arizona only watches in astonishment that her girlfriend was really going there.

"Which makes perfect sense, really. You don't want to be pregnant because you don't want to get fat because once you do, all those nurses and interns will stop looking at you like you are piece of meat hanging from the butcher shop. Once you get pregnant, those flauntingly good looks are not going to get you what you want!" snaps Callie and Arizona shakes her head.

"Callie… I'm serious, you need to stop."

" You were the one who said that you couldn't live without me or our ten kids. You are the one who agreed that we should start trying. You were the one who was so elated when I showed you the positive pregnancy test in the first place. You were the one who was all excited for the baby to come; you talked to it every night, you made plans. But ever since the…" Callie's voice trails off as she swallows hard with a gulp, batting away the tears in her eyes before she continues, "it is like you abandoned the complete idea." Arizona pushes herself up from the sofa, the same familiar burning tears filling within her bottled blues as a tremble echoes in her body.

"Since the what, Callie?" Arizona pushes.

"Arizona, you know… we all know…"

"Since the what, Callie?" Arizona pushes again, taking a strong step toward her girlfriend. Callie, however, does not budge at the threatening tone of the blonde's voice, but she simply stands, solemn but sulking with her arms crossed over her chest.

"Say it. Aloud."

"No." Callie refuses.

"Say it."

"No." Callie's voice is wavering and Arizona pushes, taking another long stride toward the woman as her jaw clinches tightly shut, a sudden new strength surging through; a strength that she can only accredit to her father; her father, Colonel Daniel Robbins, who knows exactly when to push and when to back off for your own good.

"Say. It." Arizona demands through gritted teeth.

"Since the miscarriage." Callie retreats and as soon as the 'm' word falls from her lips, it is as if all the air has been knocked out of her and her stomach twists in knots, a painful whine escaping from within her. Arizona chokes back a cry, the cry that has been nothing but on the edge of her lips lately, when she notices her girlfriend's pain, the pain that she has been ignoring for months now.

"Do you see this? How much you are hurting right now? It's not that I don't want to have another baby, Calliope. Because I do and I know that you and I will be amazing parents together. But I don't think we should be trying right now. We may be fine physically but we are not emotionally. We are still healing and it is not fair to either of us or a baby to bring a new life into this situation. I don't want to have another baby right now because I am scared; I am terrified, like all the time. And all I need is for you to tell me that it's going to be okay but you can't do that because you're damaged as well. We shouldn't be trying for another kid right now." Arizona explains, trying to find logic and ration in a place full of emotion and irrationalism.

"No, we need to keep trying. We do. This is going to happen for us. It is. I just know it." Callie utters, pushing through the tears and the cry that hangs in the back of her throat. Arizona shakes her head softly, looking at the crumbling mess of a woman that she once knew.

"Why? Why is it so important that we have a baby now?" pushes Arizona.

"Because we just do! Stop trying to rationalize this like I'm asking you to give me a damn kidney. All I am asking for is a baby!" Callie snaps under the pressure and instantly, Arizona recoils with a bitter, almost yielding laugh.

"I am so tired of fighting about this. I am so tired of bending over backwards to give you what you want, Callie when you don't even give me the time of day if it isn't about this damn not even created baby. Sometimes I just need you to be my girlfriend but even that task seems to be too much to ask of you these days. I'm tired. I'm physically and emotionally tired and I am not doing this. Not again." Arizona retorts, tangling her fingers within her blond curls as the tears crown within her eyes before she shakes her head, bitterly, turning on her heels; she is headed for their bedroom, but not before Callie speaks up.

"When I had my miscarriage, you stood there. You didn't do anything to help me or our baby!" Callie exclaims loudly in a cry and instantly, it is as if someone reaches into Arizona's chest with the iciest of hands and pulls out her heart. It is as if every ounce of blood is suddenly drained from her body and the air deflates from her lungs. Shaking, she turns back to face the woman who is distraught with anger and bitterness, the woman that she swears she does not even recognize anymore.

"Our baby was dying and you didn't do anything to save it! You are a Peds Surgeon for God's sake, you should know something to do during a time like that but you just stood there and you didn't do anything! And now when I want to have another baby, you can't even give me that! You are selfish, Arizona. The most selfish person that I have ever met. You think that you can be logical and rational and that you can make sense of this but you can't! All I want is a baby, all I want is my dreams but you are too busy stuck in the past to give me what I want! There are two of us in this relationship, in case you forgot! You don't get to call the shots here, you don't get to decide when we do or don't have another child. I want this, damn it! I want this because the last one was taken from me and I am not about to let you take this baby away from me too, not because of your selfish, inconsiderate 'needs' or because you are bailing on our dream. Our dream. You don't get to do this, Arizona. Do you hear me? Not again!" Callie shouts, her voice cracking as the tears prove to be stronger than her. Arizona chokes back her own cry, biting her bottom lip desperately as she draws blood before she sniffles.

"This? This right here is why our relationship is almost nonexistent anymore. This? This is why I don't want to have a baby. You can blame me all you want, Callie. Really, go ahead. I don't mind if it helps you deal with this. But at the end of the day know one thing? I loved you more than anything. And know that you are the one who didn't think that was enough." Arizona mumbles in a cry before she enters their bedroom, slamming the door hard behind her. Callie growls in rage, grabbing a photo of the two of them from the table, throwing it desperately with all the strength she has inside of her.

It smashes against the wall, shattering, much like what little of a relationship they had left.


Teddy Altman is not afraid of most things: spiders, heights, water, scary movies; Most of the things that frighten any lady, or guy for that matter, do not have any effect on the Iraqi veteran. She does not panic under pressure and she does not flinch in times of uncertainty or tentative situations. In fact, Teddy typically has control of her thoughts and emotions and she presents herself in a calm but collected matter; smiles in the face of fear, laughs when she wants to cry and counts to ten before she speaks angrily.

However, today especially, Teddy does not have that kind of control and standing before Addison Forbes-Montgomery, who is staring hard enough that Teddy almost swears she can see into her soul, is just enough to shake her to the core.

It was quite obvious that Addison knew Arizona was pregnant; after all, she is about thirty four weeks and that is certainly something you cannot hide under any material, but what Addison did not know, or rather, realize, that the baby was Callie's. Moreover, that Callie did not know Arizona was pregnant with her child or that she had been on a flight back to Seattle to tell her so. Addison did not either of those facts, unlike Teddy, and it suddenly seems to be a problem for the cardio surgeon, a big problem.

Teddy almost wonders if she should speak, if she should say something or offer an apology but then she remembers that it is not her place, she remembers that she is not in the wrong here. Arizona asked her to say anything, she asked her not to tell Callie, especially after that night, and no matter how much Addison glares at her now, it is not going to change the fact that if the shoe was on the other foot, she would have done the same thing; because that is what best friends do, regardless of how rational the request is.

"So… let me get this straight. Because I would hate to get this wrong and then make a complete idiot of myself. After all, that would be embarrassing right?" Addison's tone seems more mocking than actual sincerity but Teddy allows for it with a quiet, complacent nod.

"All these months that Dr. Robb...Arizona has been in Africa. All these months that she has been 'working'…" to this Addison uses air quotes and Teddy rolls her eyes inwardly, "at a missionary, she has been pregnant? Pregnant with my best friend's baby while my best friend sat here, in Seattle, heartbroken that not only had her dream been taken from her but the fact that the love of her life suddenly disappeared on her?" It is harsh and Teddy had not exactly anticipated Addison to react lightly to the realization, however, she did not expect such absolute rudeness on the flaming red head's part.

"Dr. Montgomery, you don't understand…"

"I don't understand? I mean, the situation seems quite clear to me. Callie is miserable without Arizona. I know that she puts up this bitchy front, that she is sleeping with all these people to try to make it look like she is moving on with her life, but she's not. She's hurting. She's sad and angry and all those things that she should be. She spends night after night at Joe's, drinking, trying to forget. All the meanwhile, Arizona has been pregnant with her child, the child that she has wanted so badly and she did not tell her, did not call or email or anything to inform her of the pregnancy. And! To top it all! You knew. You knew about the baby, you knew that the baby was Callie's and you saw her every day and you didn't say anything about it!" Addison tirades with a hard gesture and to this, Teddy reacts strongly, pushing back the tears in her eyes as her jaw locks tightly.

"I didn't have much of a choice!"

"You had every choice! What was Arizona going to do? Beat you up? She wasn't even here! You could have told Callie and she could have went to Africa, she could have done something….anything… anything that you could have done would have better than doing nothing at all!" Addison snaps and Teddy groans, tired and exhausted, pushing herself forward strongly as her emerald jades clash with Addison's blue.

"You do not get to do this. You do not get to show up here in your high and mighty Addison Montgomery attitude and tell me that I was wrong. I did what my best friend asked me to do because she doesn't ask me for much. She was terrified and damn right she should have been and she asked me not to tell Callie. I could have never seen this accident coming and maybe if I did know this was going happen then I would tell Callie about the pregnancy and about Arizona coming to Seattle but in hindsight, without knowing about this accident, I don't regret it. And I wouldn't change it. She asked me to keep her secret for her and to be quite frank; it wasn't my secret to tell. So, no. You don't get to do 'this' right here because if the shoe was on the other foot, you would do the same damn thing." Teddy exclaims, pushing toward Addison who does not retreat.

"Not if the secret I was choosing to keep would greatly affect someone's life like this! Especially if that life was Callie's!" Addison exclaims and Teddy shakes her head with a loud snicker, pushing herself forward strongly once again near the red head, quite obviously not backing down.

"I just think you should know that Callie Torres is not exactly the person that you think she is. Especially in this situation, trust me, she is anything but innocent." Teddy states, her voice lowering an octave in blatant anger. Suddenly blue eyes are staring into emerald jades, separated only by a breath; Addison opens her mouth to say something, however, another voice enters the room.

"Is everything okay in here?" It's Callie. Instantly, Teddy's heart sinks in her chest upon hearing the raspy voice, suddenly knowing everything that she does not and not nearly enough of the answers that she knows that she needs. Quickly, the two look at the woman standing in the doorway and they both blush with a sheepish smile, almost embarrassed that they had been caught in such an adolescent situation.

"I have to go supervise a surgery. This is not one that any of us want to mess up," Addison exclaims, catching a glare from Teddy, before clearing her throat, turning her attention to her friend, "Callie. We'll have lunch later?" The neonatal surgeon asks, forcing a smile upon her face in response to her best friend. Callie only looks, skeptically, at the two women before she smiles at Addison with a quip of her head.

"Yeah, sure. I have a surgery at 11 but if I'm lucky, I should be able to swing by around 1. " Callie replies and Addison nods softly with a smile.

"Sounds perfect." Addison beams a grin to her best friend, giving her a supportive and comforting squeeze upon the shoulder before she exits the trauma room headed to OR Two. In the silence, Callie pushes herself further into the trauma room, absently and nervously looking at the cardio surgeon who rocks anxiously back and forth on her heels. Teddy almost wonders if she should tell her, if she should mention to her that the woman she loves most in the world is currently bleeding out eternally while their unborn child is growing inside of her. And she wants to; Oh, how she wants to tell her. But it is not her place. It is not her place to inform Callie of any of this, and once Arizona survives the surgeries and is okay, she can tell her herself. About the baby, about everything.

"Are you sure everything is okay?" Callie intrigues, looking at the woman with a slightly wrinkled brow and expressive eyes that say more than she ever could. Teddy looks at her, sympathetically, feeling the tears wanting to form in her eyes and yet knowing that she simply cannot. She cannot break down, not here, not now. Callie will hate her for this, Teddy knows, but she would much rather have her hate her as a surgeon who didn't ruin a surgery and her life because she knew too much, than as a surgeon who knew the truth and did.

"Yeah, everything is fine. Dr. Montgomery and I were just… scheduling our surgeries. She needs me for a consult during her surgery but things are just crazy right now with the c-crash and all." Teddy hiccups, battling her cry behind her eyes. Callie seems to believe the lie with a soft nod and Teddy smiles weakly, "excuse me." She whispers softly, turning to exit the room but she stops, or rather, something stops her. Instead, she turns back, looking at the woman who shuffles aimlessly in the room, the room in which the love of her life and their unborn child had just flat lined in, a room in which holds a very important key to her life, even if she doesn't know it quite just yet.

She is stopped by the guilt, by the sympathy, by the caring. But then, she swallows her pride, or rather her humanity, and exits the room with a heavy sigh leaving the woman behind. Callie mumbles quietly, her vacant eyes absently scanning over the room as her body slumps in exhaustion.

"What happened in here?" The question falls beneath her mumbled breath as she licks her dry, cracked lips. Glancing over one last time, Callie sighs in annoyance and defeat before she too, decides to leave the room for her surgery, her heart heavy with a feeling that she cannot explain, a feeling that haunts her, that echoes within her with every baited breath she draws.

However, if the woman had just taken another second and looked three more inches to the left, if she had just looked upon the countertop, if she had just seen the broken, burned silver necklace chain with the heart pendant, she would have found out the one thing everyone is trying to keep from her, the one thing that will dramatically change her life forever.