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A/N: Sorrrrrrrryyyyyyy for the late update, guys. I'm not feeling well, so if this chapter wasn't worth the wait, I'm sorry (again). Also, I wanted this chapter to be longer, more things were suppose to happen and more questions were suppose to be answered, but I wanted to give you guys something. The next update will be sooner, pinky promise. Calzonafan123? Is there a Calzonafan123?...oh, there you are. Thanks for being so nice about asking me to update, kinda the push I needed. Oh, all mistakes are mine. It's 2:21am and I don't feel good, gimme a break?
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Chapter 3
..::Callie's POV::..
It hadn't hit me that the pretty lady from that gas station and my new patient had the same last name until I saw her in the waiting room. When she looked up at me, I don't see how I could have missed the striking resemblance. The blonde hair, the blue eyes. They looked a lot alike.
"Can I see him now?" Arizona asks, breaking the silence. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I could tell she was thinking the same thing that I was.
"Uhhh, yeah. He's asleep now and I just wanted to go over what I had to do." I start, "He had a few nasty breaks in his legs and arm. He had compound fractures to his left tibia and right ulna, which is here and here," I say, pointing to the bones in my leg and arm. "A compound fracture is a break where the bone actually pops out through the skin." I tell her, she just nods as I explain all of these medical terms to her. It looks like she knows what I'm talking about already, but she continues to let me do my job. "He also broke his right fibula, which is right here," I say pointing to my fibula, "and he cracked a few ribs."
"Jeez, Tim." I hear her say under her breath. I can see the pain in her eyes and, strangely, all I want to do is make her feel better.
"Hey, he's going to be fine. He's a fighter, I can tell already, okay?"
"Yeah, I know. Thank you." she says, throwing me a small smile.
"No problem, it's my job." I smile back. "It's really weird seeing you again," I say, "I mean under these circumstances. A few hours ago you were throwing a fit because you thought I was stealing your gas and then you gave me that same gas so I could get to work and fix up your…?" I trail off.
"Brother," she says, "Tim is my little brother…and I did not throw a fit!" she says, mocking shock.
I laugh, "Sure you didn't."
"DR. CALLIOPE TORRES, YOU'RE NEEDED IN THE CHIEF'S OFFICE." I hear the loud speaker call out. 'Why the hell didn't they just page me?' I think to myself, looking down at my pager. Noticing that it is dead, I roll my eyes.
"Umm, did I do something wrong?" I hear Arizona ask me.
"Wha?" I say, smacking my pager against the palm of my hand as if that'll magically charge it.
"You just rolled your eyes at me." she states.
"Oh, no, that wasn't meant for you," I quickly tell her, "I just realized that my pager is dead, and that," I point to the ceiling, motioning to the loud speaker, "was for me." I finish.
"Oh," she says. "Well, umm, I should go check on Tim. I want to be there when he wakes up."
"Yeah, I'll stop around check on him a little later." I say, walking towards the elevator. Before getting on I turn a to her, "Hey," I say, waiting for her to turn around, when she does, I continue, "It was really nice seeing you again."
"You too, Calliope." she smiles as I enter the elevator. I smile back, of course, I mean, how could I not? If anybody would have called me by my full name, especially only hours after meeting me, I would have put them in their place, but it sounded good rolling off her lips. For some reason, I feel like I'll be spending a lot of time in Timothy Robbins' room these next weeks.
::..Arizona's POV..::
I've been sitting in Tim's room for a few hours waiting until Sammy gets here. I have to work early tomorrow and I need to get home, but I don't want to leave Tim alone.
A few minutes pass when Sammy walks in.
"Hey, Sammy, I'm glad you're here, I have to get going…where's Ryder?" I ask, realizing that she was alone.
"My sister has him." she tells me. "Thanks for staying, Arizona. Your brother is gonna worry my head off." she laughs a little. "I'll keep you updated."
"Okay, see ya later, Sammy."
I walk out of my brother's room and head to the elevator. When the doors open, I see Callie and my heart starts to pound. 'Gosh, Arizona, you just met her, she should NOT be making you feel this way!' I think to myself.
"Dr. Torres." I greet.
She looks up from her phone and smiles at me. "Hey, I was just coming to check on your brother," she says walking out of the elevator. "Were you leaving?" she asks.
"Yeah, I have to get home." I tell her.
"Of course you do, I'm sure you have someone there waiting for you, you've been here for hours." she says.
"Maybe." I tease, "No, but I have to work early."
"You'll be back tomorrow, though, right?" she asks. I give her a playful look that says 'what's it to you?' and she quickly tries to clarify herself. "I mean—uh—Timothy shouldn't he here alone when he wakes up and I—I just didn't want him to be alone." she says. God, she. Is. Adorable.
I chuckle at her adorable ramble, "Tim has a fiancée who's here right now and I'll be back the day after tomorrow."
"Cool. I'll see you then." she says, "I'm gonna go check on your brother." she nods towards his room.
"Okay." I say, pushing the bottom for elevator.
….
"NO, DR. ROBBINS! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!," the chief of surgery at my job yells at me. "You had NO right to go against what Dr. Lewis said!" he continues to shout.
"Well if I hadn't, a little boy, who is fine now, would have died! The only reason Dr. Lewis is making such a huge fuss is because he was wrong. He claims I made him look bad." I defend myself.
"Lewis is the head of the Peds. ward, okay? You work under him! What. He. Says. GOES! And if this happens again, Robbins, that's your ass, do you hear me?"
I chuckle under my breath. This hospital couldn't play more favoritism if they tried. "Loud and clear." I say sarcastically. I get up to leave and make my way to change. I was off after a long day and all I wanted to do is sleep, but I had to go see Tim.
It had been six days since Tim's accident and three days since I last saw Callie. I have to say, I was missing my perfect stranger. With my crazy work schedule, I haven't had much time at SGMW and when I am there, Callie isn't working or I had just missed her.
Tim was doing well. He was recovering super fast, going back to his normal, joking self and I was glad. Tim and I didn't have a normal brother/sister relationship, we were much closer. Maybe it was because we moved around so much as kids…who knows? I was going to go home, shower and then make my way to the hospital to check on him.
A half hour later, I was walking into Tim's room.
"Boo!" he said as I walked in.
Boo is my nickname. My grandma gave it to me when I was a really little kid because every time I would see her I had band-aids on my arms and legs. She would always asks me what happened and I would always say "I got another boo boo!" and so she started calling me "Boo-Boo" and over time that shortened to Boo. It's much easier to say than Arizona and it stuck. Being an adult, I've tried to make them stop calling me that, but it doesn't seem to be working.
I laugh and walk over to kiss his head, "Hey, Timmy, how ya feeling?"
"Good, actually."
"That's awesome. Where are Sammy and Ry?" I ask.
"They left like 10 minutes before you got here. You do know visiting hours are over in like 15 minutes, right?" he says, trying to sit up in bed.
"What?" I say, looking at my watch. Sure enough it was 7:43. Noticing the struggle, I get up, "Here, let me help." I say. "How's that?" I ask after fixing his pillow hehind his head.
"Better, thanks." he says to me. "So, how was your day?"
"Well, I got into a bit of trouble." I tell him.
"Boo? Trouble?" he asks sarcastically.
I laugh, "First off, stop calling me that. And second, it totally wasn't my fault. I did what I had to do to save my patient and I don't care how anyone feels about it."
As I was finishing my statement, there was a light knock on the door and someone entered. My breath caught in my throat as I soaked up Callie's presence.
"Hey, Tim, just came to check up on you, see how you're feeling." she says, never looking in my direction. I'd be lying if I said her not noticing me didn't bother me a little.
"Okay, everything looks good. How's your pain?" she asked.
"Like a 3. I'm feeling pretty good, doc." he says looking over at me. 'Crap, he caught me staring!'
He smirks, "Oh, how could I be so rude. Dr. Torres, this is my sister. Arizona." he says, nodding towards me.
"Yeah, we've met." she said, still not looking at me. 'umm, did I do something wrong?' I question in my head.
"You have?" he said a bit confused.
"Yeah, you were knocked out from anesthesia, though." she said to him, finally looking up at me. She threw me a sham smile and something that looked like a nod and then looked back at my brother, "Okay, Tim, everything looks good, page a nurse if you need anything." she said turning to leave.
"Ok, what was that about?" Tim asked as the door closed.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I defend.
"Oh, come on, Boo, I saw that look she gave you." he says.
"There was no look, and stop calling me that!" I say.
"Right, and I guess you weren't drooling over here when she walked in, righ—"
"Shut up!" I cut him off. He was always able to read me so well.
"IT IS 8 O'CLOCK, VISITING HOUR ARE NOW OVER" the voice said over to loud speaker.
"I guess that's me." I laugh as I stand to leave.
"Yeah, yeah. We're gonna talk about what just happened later." he says as I leave.
Walking towards the elevator, I see Callie inside.
"Hold the elevator!" I say, running towards it. We catch each other's eyes as she leans against the back wall of the elevator, making no effort to move. She tears her eyes away from mine and looks down as the doors close.
A/N: What's Callie's deal? Review =D
