I just watched the Grey's season 6 promo. And it gave me a rough idea of whose POV I want up next. So enjoy!
Callie's POV
I'm a walking zombie, wandering aimlessly down the corridors of the Seattle Grace Hospital. Everything just seems like a huge blur and flurry of activity around me. Everyone else is busy going about their daily activities. But for me, my world has stopped. For me, the world stopped the day George O Malley died.
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I remember the night he proposed to me. He just got down on his knees and like a begging puppy with those puppy brown eyes, he asked me to marry him. How could I say no?
I remember our wedding. It was a crazy night out in Vegas, and both of us were so drunk that we couldn't even think straight or walk in a straight line. The events of that night were a a huge blur to me. I just somehow remember both of us stumbling into the small chapel and harrassing a disgusted looking priest to get us married right away. And so get married right away we did. No wedding plans, no guests, no wedding gowns, no official ceremony of any sort. Just the two of us and the priest.
How honoured I was to be called Callie O Malley! I practised calling myself by that new name before I returned to work that weekend. The response from the hospital staff was....less than enthusiastic you would say, but I didn't care. All I knew was that I was now happily married to the love of my life.
For a while, everything was so fine and dandy. We were living in a hotel room which I paid for with my trust funds. We were planning for a baby even.
Then she had to come and ruin it all.
The blonde bombshell named Izzie Stevens. She had the guts to sleep with my husband. And he had the heart to cheat on me with her. She single handedly destroyed our marriage. That uh....never mind....I'm not the type to name call. But I admit I did curse her. I confess that I even prayed for her to die a slow and painful death. And imagine my horror and shock when she indeed got diagnosed with skin cancer! I promised myself I will never pray such prayers ever again.
I felt my love for George slowly dissolve into thin air. I began sleeping with other men and women, but somehow something just didn't seem right. There is still an empty hole in my heart even right now. I don't know what it is. Nobody can ever fill this void in my heart.
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I remember the last few minutes of George's life. His face so emaciated, so disfigured that you couldn't recognize that it was him. But those eyes, those soft puppy brown eyes that looked back at me, those eyes were unmistakably his. That moment when he stared back at me, I could feel all the past frustrations that I felt about him just dissolve. For a moment, he was just the George O Malley that I fell in love with. The George O Malley that I got married to.
I held his right hand tight (while Meredith held his left hand) and I told him to be brave, to be strong, because he was an O Malley.
I recall the monitor beeping and watching helplessly and Owen started the decompressions.
Then I remember crying all my heart and my sorrow out as Meredith tried to comfort me (before she herself started crying).
I couldn't even bear to attend his funeral. I couldn't bear to face his family, especially his mother, who had been so kind to me when I was her daughter in law. So I made up the excuse that I was called for an emergency surgery.
Now, I have no more tears left to cry. My tear ducts have dried up, my heart has closed up.
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' I can't take it anymore' I whisper to myself as I walk out of a patient's room. Emily, my young 18 year old patient who was diagnosed with a rapidly spreading osteosarcoma has just asked me how long she had to live, while looking up at me with those huge innocent eyes. And I just couldn't answer her. I couldn't take it anymore, the cruel realities of life. I just needed to escape, needed somewhere to hide and to never come back.
I head over to the small hospital chapel. It was always peaceful and quiet there (as hospital people are not religious) and I needed my peace and quiet.
I looked at the huge cross sign at the front of the chapel and prayed.
I prayed for God to bless his soul and let his soul rest in peace. I prayed for God to bestow His healing powers on Izzie, because as much as I hate her, no one deserves to suffer from such a devastating illness. I pray for...God to bless my current relationship with Arizona Robbins. I know that God doesn't condone same sex relationships, but part of me stubbornly wants Him to accept and bless our relationship. As much as I want my Dad to bless and accept Arizona and bless our relationship.
Tears fall down my eyes and I think about what could have been. Maybe I would've been happily married to George and we would've one or two kids by now. Maybe I would've been happily addressing myself as Mrs. O Malley. Maybe....
'Oh...you're here' a perky voice interrupted my thoughts.
I look up to see Arizona, her blue eyes staring straight at me.
I love her, I really do, but I just needed some time alone.
'Arizona', I said gently. I wanted to tell her to go away, but the words got stuck in my throat.
She took a seat beside me in the empty chapel.
'Still thinking about George?' Gosh is this woman a mind-reader or something?
'Yep' I reply shrugging.
She touch my shoulder gently.
'Look' she said. 'You don't have to keep on pretending. I know you're hurting. Just let it out of your system, you'll feel better afterwards'.
I stare at her.
'Arizona- what do you expect me to do? If I act happy, everyone would stare at me like I've lost my mind, because they expect me to be grieving for my ex-husband. If I act sad and depressed, I would make others sad and depressed too. How am I supposed to react?'
This time Arizona didn't reply. She just put a hand comfortingly on my shoulder.
'I don't know what to do now, Arizona'. I said, my voice shaking.
'Dad has cut me off from his life and has cut off all my trust funds. I don't have any friends of my own because I'm too busy trying to make ends meet to have a social life now. George's friends- well now that George is gone, I don't have a connection with them anymore. I have no money and I have nobody to talk to.'
'You still have me'. She said quietly.
We both sat quietly in our seats in the chapel, staring at the big wooden cross sign- as if it would give us the answers to life's questions.
Maybe what I needed was really divine intervention.
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