Arizona was leaned against the nurse's station on the Peds floor waiting for us. She stood up when we approached the desk.
"Hey. I have a patient that I need a consult on." She told me. I nodded and followed her to a room. Addison followed us. In the middle of my consult all three of our pagers went off. Addison and Arizona checked theirs. After the consult they pulled me aside.
"There is a shooter in the hospital." Arizona whispered. My heart stopped.
"What?" I asked.
"There is a shooter running around and we're on lockdown." Addison told me.
"We should move all of the kids into the playroom so we can keep them safe." I suggested. Arizona nodded.
"Good idea." She said. After we gathered everyone together I plopped down in a chair by the nurse's station.
"Callie are you okay?" Addison asked. I nodded and rubbed my stomach.
"Just worried and exhausted." I told her. Addison nodded.
"Do you need to lay down?" She asked. I shook my head.
"I don't need to lay down, I'm good." I told her. Addison sighed and nodded.
"If you're sure." She said accepting defeat. A resident pushed a gurney with a young girl on it down the hallway.
"Dr. Robbins." The resident said.
"What's wrong?" Arizona asked.
"She's in a lot of pain. I'm afraid her Appendix might have blown." The resident said quietly so the girl wouldn't hear her.
"Run an ultrasound." Arizona instructed and pushed the girl's gurney up against the hallway wall. The resident nodded and went to go get the portable ultrasound machine. I stood up and went over to the little girl. She was crying about the pain. The resident ran the ultrasound. She nodded to Arizona meaning that her Appendix had blown. Arizona sighed and nodded in understanding. She pulled some gloves on and got out a syringe of morphine.
"Okay now, I'm going to give you a shot to make it not hurt as much okay?" Arizona asked. The little girl nodded slowly.
"I'll call 911 and tell them." Addison said and picked up the phone. Addison had just hung up when Mr. Clark walked into the Peds unit with his gun drawn. Arizona leaned over the girl in an attempt to protect her. Addison stood frozen. I slowly stood. Mr. Clark's wife was a former patient who Derek had taken off life support without Mr. Clark's consent because she had filled a DNR. Mr. Clark tried to sue but failed. His shoulder was heavily bleeding.
"There are only children on this floor." I said my voice cracking.
"They shot me." Mr. Clark said shakily. I made a slow movement to get a bandage for him and he pulled the trigger. It hit my arm and I felt the bones shatter it went through the side of my arm and stuck into my side. It was lodged into one of my ribs. I gasped at the pain and fell to the floor. Mr. Clark gasped.
"Oh my God. You're pregnant, what have I done?" He cried and ran out of the room. Addison plopped down next to me on the floor. I couldn't breathe.
"Ad-Ad-Ad-Addison." I breathed.
"Callie calm down everything is going to be okay." Addison assured me. Arizona knelt down next to me as well.
"Addison the baby." Arizona said.
"I know, I know. This is bad. Arizona call 911." Addison told her and started doing everything she could think of with what she could find. I screamed when she opened the wound more to get a better look. "Callie shh, calm down." Addison said and stroked my hair. I was in unbelievable pain. It was like nothing I had ever imagined. Arizona knelt back down next to us.
"The operator said the SWAT team would be on our floor soon." Arizona reported. Things were started to fade.
"She's loosing too much blood." Addison said.
"Addie." I said weakly. Addison took my hand.
"Yeah Cal?" She asked.
"Tell, tell Mark and Lucas that I love them." I began.
"No Callie you are not dying today!" Addison said cutting me off.
"Addison listen please, don't let Mark fall into despair because of this okay? Don't let what happened to me happen to him. Help him with Lucas. Tell him I'm sorry and that I love him." I said and my grip on Addison's hand loosened a bit.
"Shh, Callie save your strength. You are not dying today. I smiled and shook my head.
"No Addison, I am dying." I said and my eyes slid closed just as the SWAT team busted into the wing.
"Lucas George Sloan-Torres." The assistant principal called. Lucas walked across the field and accepted his diploma from the Principal. He shook hands with the administration and walked back to his seat. I smiled and kissed Mark.
"He did it." I said beaming. Mark smiled.
"Who would have thought? Our son would be going to college on a soccer scholarship and graduating second in his class?" Mark asked. Whitney grinned.
"Goob did it." She agreed. I smiled and pushed a strand of her bangs out of her eye. She pulled away.
"Ugh, mom. Stop it." She said and fixed her hair. I rolled my eyes. I remembered being a Sophomore like her all too well. I had almost forgotten that she was too old for her mom to fix her hair. Benjamin, Anthony, Kimberly, and Becky sat in front of us. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Ben and Tony were going to be Freshman next year and Whitney would be a Junior. Worst of all Lucas was going to be a Freshman in College. Well technically because of all of the college classes he had taken in high school he was going to be a Sophomore. Kimberly was going to be in 3rd grade and my baby girl Becky was going to be in Kindergarten. They finished calling out names and the class of 2026 threw their caps into the air. I smiled and a tear slid down my cheek. Lucas had done it. He had graduated from the best years of his life, and he was going out into the real world. We met Lucas down on the field. He smiled and wrapped me in a hug.
"I love you mom, thank you for always supporting me." He said and pulled away. I smiled and whipped away a tear. Whitney pulled out her iPhone.
"Smile you two." She said. Lucas smiled and put his arm around my shoulders. Lucas picked up a giggling Becky and put her on his shoulders. Whitney handed her iPhone to her friend and we all got a group picture.
"So Whit, only two more years." Lucas said as we walked out to the cars.
"I know, but I still wish I had graduated this year." Whitney said. I smiled.
"Don't wish your life away Whit Whit." Mark said. Whitney sighed.
"It's so tempting." She said. Mark laughed.
I woke up in a hospital room hooked up to monitors galore and oxygen tube in my nose. I was overjoyed to look and see a fetal monitor. It meant that the baby was still alive. Mark was fast asleep in a position that could not be comfortable. I guessed that Lucas was with Addison because he wasn't in the room. I coughed and my side stung with pain. I glanced down at my arm to find it casted from my fingers all the way up to almost my shoulder. I groaned and ran my other hand along my cast. Bailey and Addison came in.
"Callie, it's good to see you awake." Bailey said. I nodded.
"Good to be awake. Addison how is the baby?" I asked.
"Good." Addison told me. I smiled.
"Thank God." I said. Addison smiled.
"What about my arm? Will I ever be able to operate again?" I asked.
"You should gain full function back and be able to operate as well." Bailey told me happily. I smiled.
"Oh thank God. What about the hospital. How many people were shot?" I asked. Bailey glanced at Addison.
"Derek was shot and Cristina had to do open heart surgery to save him, Owen took a bullet to the shoulder but is fine, Reed took a bullet to the head and died instantly, Karev was shot in the side but he is stable and in recovery, Charles was shot in the abdomen and I couldn't save him. And several other doctors were killed or injured." Bailey said her voice cracking when she mentioned Charles and Reed.
"Oh my God." I said. Addison sat down on the end of my bed.
"The important thing right now is that you take care of yourself and your baby and don't stress okay? We almost lost you and the baby so you need to take it easy." Addison told me. I nodded and took a deep breath. Mark shifted in his sleep and Addison stood back up.
"We'll leave you to get some rest. You need it." Bailey said and left the room. Addison followed close behind. I shifted into the most comfortable position I could manage and drifted off to sleep.