Teddy's POV
After keeping Arizona awake for a few more minutes, the ambulances finally arrive. Her state of off and on confusion accompanied with slipping in and out of consciousness, has me worried to say the least. Still laying in Mark's arms, she reaches out and gently grabs my arm as I turn to walk away. A silent plea that she doesn't want to be alone.
When Mark's eyes meet mine, he reaches out for me to hand him the keys to my car. "You should stay with her..." He looks down at his shirt, which she had previously thrown up on. "...Ican take the car and meet you there...once I change into scrubs I'll come find you."
He helps get her into the ambulance before heading back to the car. After the second ambulance leaves, he follows behind it on route to the hospital.
She slowly thrashes her head back and fourth, trying to keep her eyes open. "Teddy?"
I take her hand and gently turn her head in my direction. "I'm right here...try and stay awake for me, okay? Can you do that?" I try and keep my voice calm, even though I'm not feeling calm at all.
"m...my head hurts..."She closes her eyes for a moment before forcing them back open. "Where's Calliope?"
"She's with Addison. You'll see her very soon. I promise..." She turns her head to the side slightly, looking around. It is then that I notice a small spot blood in her hair. I brush some of her hair out of the way to get a closer look, and she cries. "...can you tell me what happened to your head?.."
Looking momentarily confused, her eyes fill with tears before she speaks. "He hit me with something...I think.."
When the ambulance pulls up, Meredith and Derek are ready and waiting for Arizona, while Cristina, Bailey and Owen are waiting for Mikey.Once we get her into an empty room, Derek begins examining her before quickly exiting the room to set up for a head CT, while I assess the rest of her injuries that are visible without having to remove clothing.
Lexie enters the room, out of breath. "Is...is she okay? What happened? What can I do to help?"
"Where is she?..." Arizona asks, looking up at me with teary eyes. I sense her discomfort with all of the commotion. "...I need to see her. Please.." she pleads. If the tone in her voice is any indication of how scared she still is, even though she is out of there, I'd say she's completely terrified to no end.
I accept the supplies Lexie has handed me. "Go find Callie..." I lower my voice. "...prepare her for what she's about to see and do not let anyone else know what is going on just yet. Please try and keep Callie calm..."
Lexie nods "No problem...I'll be right back..." She looks down at Arizona "...I'll be back soon okay? I'm going to find Callie for you, it's going to be okay."
From what I can see; without removing any articles of clothing, she has a black eye, bruises on her neck from being grabbed and a few cuts on her head and face and a busted lip. With any other patient, it would be easier for me to keep my emotions in check and stay disconnected, while being the best at doing my job. Arizona is my best friend, and it's hard to see her like this.
Lexie exits the room, leaving Meredith and I to check the rest of her injuries. The door opens, followed by th sounds of Mark in the middle of a sentence. "...Uh I wouldn't go in there.."
We both turn towards the door to see the chief trying to enter.
"Get out!" We both snap. Mark directs him back into the hall way to explain the situation, and closes the door behind them. After hearing about her traumatic experience of nearly being raped, it is clear that she doesn't want people seeing her without clothes on. Even with clothes on, she may feel anxious with too many people in the room, especially men.
When I inch her shirt up, I notice she has bruised ribs on the right side. As careful as I try to be, she winces in pain when I try and examine the area. Along with bruised ribs is a large red mark forming across her abdomen.
Meredith notices the large welt forming on her stomach, and tries her hardest to keep her emotions in check "Uh...what else can I do to help?" she asks, while treating a cut on her head.
I look down at Arizona "..I'm going to have you sit up for a minute okay?" when I turn back to Meredith, I realize she is still waiting for an answer. "...um...yeah, we have to get her to sit up. Stand in front of her and make sure she doesn't fall."
Once we help her into a sitting position, Meredith stands in front of her, holding her until she is able to maintain her balance. Lifting the sweatshirt up, I notice a bruise beginning to form in the middle of her back on the left side. Her breathing sounds okay, but it's not hard to tell she's in a lot of pain and extremely uncomfortable.
After noticing burns on her upper back and sides, I unsuccessfully try and stop the sharp intake of breath, so I don't scare her.
"w...what's wrong?" She asks.
"Arizona I know it might be hard but can you try and remember what you got burnt with?"
"I don't remember..." She responds after a minute. "...maybe a cigarette...I'm not sure..."
Either she honestly doesn't remember or she is trying to block it out. Either way, it's not looking good and she needs to have these treated before they become infected.
Meredith holds one of her hands while leaning forward to get a glance at her back and sides. Her eyes go wide momentarily before she keeps her facial expression in check and returning to the front of Arizona to calm her down.
"Stay with her for a second.." I tell Meredith. I poke my head outside the door. "...Mark, we need you..."
She cries in pain while Mark treats the burns. Meredith and I remain on either side of her, holding her hands for comfort. When he treats the large cut on her arm, we remain in place, comforting her the best that we can.
Callie's POV
In a rush to get to Arizona, I barely hear Lexie's ramble as she's following closely behind me with Addison. All I can focus on is the fact that I need to be with her. It's been three days, long days and lonely nights without her. Three days since I last looked into her gorgeous blue eyes, heard her infectious laugh or seen that adorable dimpled smile of hers.
When I enter the exam room, I am able to figure out immediately that Lexie was trying to warn me of the state that she is in. A bruise under one of her eyes, cuts on her face and lip, bruises on her neck. She is weak, fragile, and completely terrified. She bursts into tears as soon as she see's me. Meredith steps out of the way and releases her hold on Arizona's hand, allowing me to get close to her. Mark is loosely holding her, trying to comfort her, until he see's me, and moves out of the way so I can get to her.
"Do we all have to be in here?" Teddy asks as Addison and Lexie enter.
"Why don't we go see...if Derek is ready for her..." Meredith suggests, signaling to the other four that we need a minute alone.
The five of them exit the room, giving us a moment alone. Not knowing the extent of her injuries, I gently wrap my arms around her, not wanting to hurt her. She grips my shirt in the back with one hand, as she sobs in my arms.
I rest my lips on the top of her head, placing gentle kisses there. "Shhhh I'm here now...I've got you..." I bring one of my hands to her cheek, gently stroking with my thumb it as I hold it against my chest. "...I missed you so much."
"He...he...almost raped me" She chokes out through sobs.
I instantly stiffen at her words. Not only was I not expecting her to tell me anything right away; the thought of someone else touching her accompanied with the fact that it was against her will and has traumatized her, causes me to become nauseated. What I'd really like to do right now is scream and cry about what I'd like done to this man for hurting her, but I know that is not what she needs. She needs me to hold her and tell her how much I love her, and that I'm here for her. That I'll be here for her always, and get her through this.
"It was...awful. I was so scared..." She cries. "...he...pointed a gun at me and told me to take my clothes off, and then ...touched me, he had his hands all over me, I begged him to stop but he wouldn't, he just kept beating me...and...he tried to rape me twice. He told me...he was going to kill me and all I could think about was you...and how we would never get to live the rest of our lives together..."
I hold her for a few minutes until her crying subsides, whispering soothing words in her ear. When she stops crying, I gently rub her lower back while she listens to the sound of my heart beat.
When I release my hold on her, I cup her face with both my hands while looking into her teary blue eyes. "You're going to be okay baby. I'm going to get you through this okay?" She nods sadly, as I tuck stray hairs behind her ear. "...you'll never be alone. I'm going to be right by your side...through it all. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but you will be okay. You have been my strength, through a lot of things...and now it's my turn to be strong for you."
By the time I am done responding to her, I am also in tears. The mere thought of anyone hurting her, breaks my heart into a million pieces. It is a feeling I thought I'd never have to deal with again, once we left Boston. She deserves to be treated with nothing but love and respect. A soft knock at the door, causes her to wipe the tears off of her face as she tries to compose herself.
Meredith pokes her head in the door. "uh...Derek is ready for her"
While I am still un aware of the majority of her physical injuries, I trust that she is in good hands. Leaving her is the last thing I want to do right now, but I know that I have to so that she can get the care that she needs without me being in the way. There is also the fact that I need to cry a lot more, and don't want to further upset her by crying in front of her.
"She'll be ready in a minute..." I reply. Meredith nods and exits the room.
I gently kiss her forehead, before pulling back to look her in the eyes. "I'll be waiting for you when you're done okay?"
"Do you think I'll have to stay here?" She asks. "...I hope not. I want to go home."
"That's up to Derek. But if you do stay, you won't be alone...I'll stay with you."
"But you'll be uncomfortable..." She whines. She looks down and a single tear rolls down her cheek.
She's right. I would be uncomfortable sleeping in a chair, but I would be less comfortable and wouldn't be able to live with myself if I was at home and left her here alone. There is no way I would leave her here alone after everything that's happened to her.
I take her hands in mine. "Look at me..." when she looks up, I wipe the tear away. "...I will be just fine, don't worry about me...let's get you taken care of first and we'll go from there."
After knocking twice, Teddy enters with a wheel chair. Meredith and Derek linger in the door way, shooing curious residents and interns away and patiently waiting as Teddy and I help her off the table and into the chair.
While Meredith and Derek wheel her away, I turn to Teddy for answers.
"She has some bruised ribs. I don't think anything is broken, but I'm going to order some scans just to be sure. Other than that...I also know that she hasn't had very much to eat or drink, the very little she's had was just enough to keep her going so she'll need lots of fluids...she may be able to go home tonight, but we just want to take all the necessary steps to make sure there's nothing major going on. She also had a cut on her arm which Mark took care of...um...several small burns on her back and sides, they didn't look infected but he took care of those too. "
"Please take good care of her..." I plead.
"I promise you that we'll take good care of her. Meredith and I will update you as soon as we know anything.."
When Teddy leaves, Mark, Lexie and Addison head to the waiting room with me.
General POV
After doing her part in taking care of Arizona's medical needs, Meredith heads outside to get some fresh air. She finds Alex sitting outside, and takes a seat on the bench beside him. She had called him to tell him that Arizona was found, but didn't expect him to show up here. She also knows that he has been blaming himself, because he had been the one who paged Arizona to come back into the hospital, the night that she was taken.
During her time here, she had been one of the only ones that made him feel better about his abilities as a doctor, and who he is as a person.
Meredith studies his facial expression, unable to read it. While she can't figure out exactly what he is thinking, it's plain to see that he's very deep in thought.
"Hey..." She says softly. He ignores her presence and stares straight ahead. "...what...uh...are you doing here?.."
He releases a deep sigh, still not making eye contact. "I came as soon as you called.."
"...Alex, she's going to be fine you know..."
"Is she?..." He interrupts coldly. Not knowing how to respond, she waits and gives him a minute to gather his thoughts. "...Sloan told me how...beat up she is and I..." he trails off. His mouth hangs open for a minute before he shakes his head, unable to form words.
"You can't blame yourself for this" Meredith replies.
"I'm the one that paged her!" He snaps. He stands up and begins pacing in front of the bench, trying to keep his temper in check. "...If I didn't page her, she wouldn't have been here and none of..." he waves his hands angrily. "...this would have happened because she wouldn't have been here. She would have been at home."
"Your a resident Alex, and she's your attending...you paged her because she was needed. You did what you were supposed to do..." he continues pacing, until she gets off the bench and stops him. "...look, I think most of us have tried to find a way to take the blame...it wasn't anyone's fault except for the man that did this. Derek, Teddy, Callie...and even Addison...are all blaming themselves. All of you blaming yourselves isn't going to help her at all...it's just not going to do anyone any good, especially Arizona.."
"Maybe your right...but I would like to kick that guys ass" He replies angrily.
"I did that already..." Says Mark, as he approaches the two. "...what are you doing out here?"
"Wait..you..." Alex trails off.
"I did..." Mark says with no regret, while nodding. "...right before he got arrested."
Alex gives him a manly pat on the shoulder as he walks past him. "Good, one less ass I have to kick."
Mark and Alex, who are a lot alike in some ways but don't always see eye to eye, have this one thing in common in which they will always agree on. They both feel protective of her because of her past and have grown quite fond of her in her time here.
When Alex heads inside, Mark and Meredith are left outside.
"Did you tell Torres what's going on yet?" Mark asks.
"No...Teddy and Derek were going to...I just...came out here for a minute and he was out here so.."
Cristina appears, out of breath. "Have you seen Derek?..."
"Did you page him?" Meredith asks.
"Not yet...I knew he was with Arizona and I figured you would know where he is...but any way...It's Mikey Davis...he needs a head CT..."
Meredith looks confused. "I thought he needed a bullet removed?"
"The bullet is out, everything went well...we got him into a room and he was fine until he started seizing..."
Inside, Derek and Teddy approach the waiting area where Callie is half asleep with her head resting on Addison's shoulder. Lexie is two seats over from Addison nervously bouncing her leg up and down.
Derek senses the look of worry on Addison's face. She's worried about having to wake Callie up, to have to give her bad news because they've all assumed the worst.
"Wake her up..." Derek tells Addison kindly. When she gives him a questioning look, he tilts his head to the side a little, giving her a small smile. "...trust me. She'll want to hear this. This is better news than we expected."
Callie's POV
I hear bits and pieces of what is happening around me, in my semi-asleep state. After crying for what seemed like forever, I rested my head on Addison's shoulder; trying to get some form of rest, which was a little easier knowing that she was in good hands.
Addison gently shakes my shoulder. "Callie...wake up.."
I bring my head up, wiping the sleep from my eyes. "Huh...what?..." When my eyes adjust to the light I see Derek and Teddy standing in front of me. "...is she okay? please tell me she's okay...I can't...I..."
Derek places a hand on my shoulder to stop my rambling. "She's going to be just fine.." He assures me with a generous smile. "...she does have a mild concussion but there is no brain bleed or any other cause for concern at this time. Dr. Altman made a good call, getting her here by ambulance quickly and keeping her awake. She's awake and alert, she remembers some details...there's really no need to worry. She's going to need a lot of rest, and she'll have to take it easy for about a week or two...possibly a little longer than that. There is really no time line on recovering from concussions so you will need to keep a close eye on her. In the meantime...I'll give you a list of things to watch for, with her discharge papers, so if anything comes up...just bring her back in and have me paged.."
"Discharge papers?" I ask in confusion. Not knowing what she's been through the last three days, I had been assuming the worst."...I can take her home?"
He smiles and nods. "You can take her home...please make sure she rests a lot, that's going to be very important. Do not let her tell you she's fine after a few days, because I know she will."...we both laugh at his comment, knowing how stubborn she can be. "...just have her take it easy, keep an eye on how she's maintaining her balance, watch for excessive vomiting. She may still vomit a little tonight, but if it keeps happening let me know. Tonight, if you can...wake her up at least once to check on her. I know she is exhausted and needs sleep but I just want to make sure this isn't going to get worse. There's no reason to believe that it would, but it's just a precaution. Like I said...Dr. Altman did what she was supposed to do, which was keep her awake. Now that she's been kept awake, it looks like she's going to be fine."
"Okay.." I turn to Teddy. "But...what about...?"
"Her ribs are not broken. She does have a slight fever and I think she's catching a cold but that's to be expected with the conditions she was in. I paged someone else from ortho for her shoulder and wrist, because she was in a lot of pain...her arm has been put in a sling and her wrist is sprained and wrapped up, but nothing is broken. She will be sent home with pain meds. She also has a cut on her left arm...Mark did the best he could with the stitches...she'll probably need antibiotics just to be safe. The burns are not infected, they've been treated and she will have ointment to help them heal."
"I can really take her home?" I ask.
Teddy looks to Derek for answers and hesitates. It seems as if maybe they didn't make this decision lightly.
Derek takes the seat next to me and speaks very softly. "She's been through... a lot the last few days. I don't know all the details but I can tell she's traumatized and I think at this point, with no major cause for concern...it would be best for her to be able to sleep in her own room, in familiar surroundings..." he shakes his head slightly. "...keeping her here at this point would probably agitate her even more. I just need for you to watch her very closely...if it's too much on you I can.."
I shake my head. "Thank you, but I just want to take her home. I can take care of her...I just wanted to make sure."
"We wouldn't have given the okay for her to go home if we thought..." Teddy trails off. "...if it wasn't the right choice. She's very emotionally fragile and wants to go home... there's no real reason to keep her here and I think she would rest better if she was in her own bed."
"Where is she any way?" I ask, looking around in confusion.
"She's...with Karev" Derek replies.
"Why is she with Karev?" Addison asks.
I raise a brow in confusion. "Wait...when did he get here?"
"He took her to get something to drink..." Teddy replies. "...he came in to see her and she was thirsty so he took her to get something and then he's going to being her to you. They should be here any minute."
"He...came in asking questions while I was giving her a head CT.." Derek adds.
Meredith appears. "Derek, you should come take a look at this... it's Mikey's head CT..."
He turns to me, handing me papers. "I think we're all set, here's the discharge papers...don't hesitate to bring her back in if something concerns you."
"Thank you Derek" I reply.
He nods and smiles. When Meredith and Derek leave, Mark appears. "How is she?"
"Um...why are you in scrubs?" I ask.
Teddy and Mark share an awkward look.
"Your girlfriend threw up on me..." He replies with a teasing smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"I'm sorry..." I burst into tears. He rushes to my side, and takes the seat next to me.
He wraps his arms around me, trying to comfort me. "It's okay Torres. It's really not a big deal. Don't apologize to me for that okay...I got her out of there and I don't regret it at all. I'd do it again if I had to."
"She fell apart in my arms Mark, you should have seen how sad and traumatized she was. She's a mess. How is she ever going to get through this? After everything that she's been through...how is she ever going to be okay?" I sob into his shoulder.
Still sitting beside me, Addison places a hand on my back for comfort.
"She's strong, she's gunna be okay. It will take some time but we'll all get her through it." He assures me.
"He's right, it will take time...but she will get through it Callie" Addison says.
"Calliope what's wrong?"
I quickly wipe the tears away, lifting my head up as Alex wheels Arizona over to us. Once she is close enough, I take her hand in mine and place a kiss on the back of it. "Nothing...I'm just having a moment. Are you ready to go home?"
She nods. Alex moves the wheelchair back a little bit while Mark helps me up. Alex hands me a bag with more papers, some articles of clothing and her meds.
"Mark do you have the keys?" Teddy asks. He hands her the keys. "...I'll get the car and meet you out front..." She call over her shoulder.
Addison and Alex say their goodbye's and Mark stays behind to help me get her into the car.
Once I get her door shut, Mark hugs me goodbye.
When we break from the hug he looks me in the eyes. "Did she...tell you what happened?" He asks.
"She did but...I have a feeling she's going to shut down on me.." I reply sadly.
When I shift my gaze down to the ground, he tilts my chin up.
"She needs you...don't let her..." He says. "...oh...I talked to the chief before he left. He said you could come in tomorrow morning and talk to him about taking time off to be with her..."
"I can't leave her alo..."
Before I even finish my sentence, he calms my fears. "You didn't let me finish.." He teases, with a smile. "...since I have some time in the morning, I'll come by and sit with her while you take care of everything."
"Thank you so much.." I sigh in relief.
Teddy rolls down the window. "Let's go!" She demands teasingly.
Mark gives me another hug, kissing the top of my head. "Get some rest, take good care of your girl. I'll see you tomorrow"
"Bye Mark"
Arizona's POV
Other than feeling an intense amount of pain, I feel disgusting. He had his hands on me, and touched me in an intimate way. A way that no one else other than Calliope should ever do, and now, I don't want to be touched or seen naked at all. I have been made to feel ashamed and uncomfortable with my own body. No matter how hard I try, I cannot block out images of him with his hands all over my body. While I don't have anything in my stomach to throw up, I constantly feel like I need to.
After helping me out of the car and into the house, Calliope guides me down the hall way into our bedroom. I see a mess of used tissues everywhere, from the many tears she cried. I begin to feel in secure when I notice that two people have been sleeping in our bed.It is not that I don't like Mark, because I do. I just don't feel comfortable with him being in our bed with her.
She notices the uncomfortable look on my face and quickly begins fixing the bed and throwing away tissues. "Addison...stayed with me..." she then begins taking the sheets off the bed. "...I need to change the sheets any way so they are nice and clean for you...I will do that quickly and then we'll get you into bed...do you want to lay down?"
I shake my head no, nervously playing with the zipper on the sweatshirt.
She slowly approaches me, placing a hand on my cheek and giving me a kiss on the forehead.
"What do you want to do?..." She asks. "...I just want you to be comfortable. What can I do for you?"
"..I...I know I just had all of my cuts treated but..." I look down at the ground, feeling embarrassed. "...I feel dirty.."
"Hey..." She gently tilts my chin up, forcing eye contact. "...you can take a bath. Whatever you want okay? I'll go fill up the bath for you and then once you get cleaned off, I'll re-apply the cream on the burns and we'll get some pain killers in you and put you to bed okay?"
I nod and she exits the room. A few minutes later I slowly and shakily make my way into the bathroom. Once she has the tub filled up, she helps me remove my arm from the sling. She tries to help me remove my clothes, after noticing that I am having a hard time doing it on my own.
When I tense, she senses my discomfort and takes a step back. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to...I'm sorry..."
"I'm sorry..." I burst into tears.
She takes a hesitant step forward and tucks stray hairs behind my ear. "Hey...it's okay, it's okay. I'll give you some privacy and you can call for me if you need me okay?"
I nod, sniffling and wiping tears from my eyes. She rests her lips on my forehead, placing a gentle kiss there. "I love you...I'll be right outside the door if you need me."
When she exits the bathroom, I remove my clothes with my non injured hand, wanting to cry in pain the whole time. I throw the panties I was wearing into the trash, never wanting to see them again. I'll have enough painful reminders of this, through memories and the marks on my body.
I turn around, looking at the upper half of my body in the mirror. The bruises on my breasts, the bruise on my chest and another on my ribs from being punched. The skin on my neck is purple in some areas, his thumb prints in bruises where he grabbed me. A body that had once healed from abuse, is once again covered with a reminder of more abuse that I have suffered through.
Easing myself into the warm water, I slowly sit down, careful not to get the bandages on my arm wet. As much as I don't want my naked body to be seen, because I am now ashamed of it, I am too weak to do this on my own. I bring my knees up to my chest with one arm and begin sobbing and shaking.
At the sound of my sobs, Callie cautiously enters the bathroom. I quickly scramble to cover myself, crying in pain caused by my quick movements.
She quickly shifts her gaze away from me, trying to respect my privacy. "I..I'm sorry. I..." She holds up pajamas, placing them on the bathroom counter. "..I brought you some pajamas...they're actually mine but I figured they would be looser and more comfortable for you..." still looking away from me, she shuffles over to the small bathroom closet, pulling out a towel and face cloth. She places the towel on the floor next to the tub and hands me the face cloth.
Not wanting her to feel like she can't look at me, I grab her hand. She slowly averts her gaze back to me, trying not to look horrified when she see's all of the bruises.
"He...put me in the bathtub...and touched me..." I cry. "...he washed me, and had his hands all over me..it made me feel used, and...disgusting..."
She kneels down on the towel, keeping her eyes on my face instead of my body. She brings my hand to her lips, placing a gentle kiss on the back of it. "I understand if being touched bothers you.."
"You're my girlfriend...my wonderful, gentle, loving and amazing girlfriend..." I sob. "...I...It...I shouldn't feel uncomfortable with you touching me...why do I have to feel this way?" I hang my head in embarrassment once again. "...I can't even wash my own hair, or get dressed...I can't even do anything for myself and I'm the one that should be taking care of you, because you're pregnant..."
"baby...please look at me.." She says softly. When I pick my head up, I am met with a pair of teary but loving brown eyes. "...I love you, I love you more than anything in this world...and I'm going to do whatever I can for you. I will always take care of you whether I'm pregnant or not...now, I won't touch you if you don't want me to but please...please let me at least help you wash your hair okay? I will let you wash your body if you feel uncomfortable with being touched. I promise I won't touch you if you don't want me to."
After gently washing my face, careful not to hurt my bruise or cuts, she supports the back of my neck with one hand, using the other to wash my hair, after wetting it by pouring water out of a cup.
"I'm going to stay in here with you, but I won't look if you don't want me to..." She tells me. "...I'm just afraid you'll slip while getting out of the tub, or get dizzy and fall over..."
I start crying at the level of care and concern in her voice. "..Thank you for taking care of me, I love you.."
"I love you too, beautiful"
"I...I don't feel beautiful"
She reaches out, placing a hand on my cheek. "You will always be beautiful to me.." She leans forward, kissing the side of my mouth to avoid the cut on my lip. "...I'll turn around while you wash up okay?"
I nod sadly. She sticks to her word and faces the other way while I wash my body. She opens the closet again, getting some towels and placing them down on the floor in front of the tub. I scrub too hard, wishing I could wash it all away. All the fear, shame, worthlessness. The feelings I once recovered from, and have to face all over again.
Feeling my fever return, I begin to shake violently. While I don't want to be seen naked, I really need help.
"Calliope.."
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"I need your help..." When she turns around, she tries to keep her eyes anywhere but on my body. "...you...you can look...I can't um..I..I don't feel good...I'm dizzy and shaky..."
"Come here.." she says softly. She takes my hand, helping me into a standing position. She helps me step over the tub and onto the towels. "..let's get you dried off okay..." she wraps a large towel around me, hugging me to keep me warm, and not worrying about the fact that I've soaked her clothes. "...I'll help you get some clothes on and we'll get you into bed."
I pull away, pulling a hand out of the towel and covering my mouth.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
"Um...I...feel..." I walk over to the toilet, lifting up the lid. She rushes to my side, holding my clean hair out of the way; because I can't bend over too much, my throw up ends up on the toilet seat and all over the floor beside it.
"It's okay sweetie, I'll clean it up, let's get you into bed first okay?"
Being the amazing person that she is, she continues to take care of me by first helping me dry off. Then she carefully applies ointment to my burns and cuts and helps me get dressed, before drying and carefully brushing my hair. While she cleans up the throw up so I can use the bathroom before bed, I brush my teeth before putting my arm back into the sling.
After all of that, we go into the kitchen. While I didn't want to eat, I knew I had to so that I could take something for the pain. She made sure I ate, and took all necessary medication.
Placing a hand on my lower back and holding one of my hands, she helps me keep my balance as I take slow and careful steps into the bedroom where she has put clean sheets on the bed. Still holding my hand, she pulls the covers down on my side and helps me into bed. "I put the clean sheets in the dryer for a few minutes so they would be nice and warm for you..."
She tucks me into warm and comfortable sheets, putting another pillow under my head and leaving a glass of cold water on my nightstand.
"Do you need anything else babe?" She asks.
"Will you lie with me and hold me?"
"Of course I will..I just have to shower..I'll be quick I promise."
She finishes tucking me in before she leaves. Ten minutes later she returns dressed and ready for bed. Getting into bed beside me, she helps me turn on to my side. Luckily the arm that is hurt is not the arm I would have to lay on, same thing with my ribs.
"Are you sure you can lay like this? Is it uncomfortable for you?" She asks.
"I'm fine...I just need you to hold me..." I plead. Three days of not being in her arms, felt like a life time.
She adjusts the covers around us, snuggling up to my back as close as she can, her small baby bump in between us.
"I missed you so much. I'm so glad you're home" She leans down kissing my cheek a few times before resting her head on the same pillow, staying as close as possible to me. She carefully wraps an arm around me.
"me too, me too. I was so afraid I'd never see you again.."
Instead of asking questions about what happened, she whispers soothing words in my ear. She tells me how much she loves me, how beautiful I am, and that I mean everything to her, that I am everything she's ever needed and more. All of the things I've longed to hear again, the things I missed the most and feared that I would no longer get to experience.
"I love you baby. Goodnight."
"I love you too Calliope, so much"
After three sleepless nights, I rest safely in the arms of my Calliope; who would never hurt me, who holds me when I cry, takes care of me, and most of all, truly loves me. Being with her is always a reminder that not everyone in this world is like Lisa and Louis, or even Jack. With her, I am reminded that I don't deserve to be treated badly. With her, I am treated with nothing but love and respect.
As hard as this is going to be, I have to keep believing that her love for me will be enough to see me through, to better days.
I am unable to sleep, and she sings softly to me. The sound of her voice soothes me, as I began to feel myself enter a peacefully sleepy state, hoping that whatever dreams may come my way, are not bad ones, but knowing she is here with me to chase away my fears.
A/N: Sorry for the wait...this chapter turned out really long because I re-arranged some things. Figuring she had been through enough, I made it so that she could go home instead of having to stay in the hospital. The next chapter will go along with this one and tie up the loose ends. There will be more of Mikey and Callie will meet him. The next parts of this story focuses on her recovery. It will also be some what of a test for how strong their relationship is, while Callie helps her through. Once again, thanks to all who review...they keep me motivated and when life doesn't get in the way, lead to quicker updates.