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Tuesday, November 10th 2009. 10:43am.
*Thud*
"Ow…" Callie whimpered, rubbing her face in pain from the impact
of hitting the floor.
"Get up Torres…" Callie heard Mark say.
"Uuuugh…." Callie grumbled as she turned on to her back. "Did
you have to push me off the bed?"
"We're not running a hotel here… If you want beauty sleep go to a
health spa… or GO HOME!" Mark half yelled bending at the waist
towards Callie for dramatic effect.
"I can't," Callie replied as she took Mark's outreached hand.
"And I hate you…" She jibbed as she popped up on her feet.
"So no such luck yet, huh?" Mark asked.
"None… I feel like a hippie camping out waiting…" Callie said
fixing her hair back into a proper ponytail.
"More like a stalker…" Mark interrupted with a smirk.
"I have to run into her sometime…. somewhere… eventually…
right?" Callie continued after shooting him an evil side glance. "I
go down to Peds and she magically… poof!... disappears. I go to her
apartment and I get 'You just missed her!'" She sighed, "Either
she's good at Hide-and-Seek from playing with her patients…. Or
they're ALL against me."
"Huh," Mark comments nonchalantly "She doesn't look like
she's hiding… She's at the nurse's station looking at cha…
woah!" Mark barely finishes, as Torres practically runs through him.
"Why didn't you say something sooner?!" Callie screams back.
"Why do you think I woke you up!!!" Mark screamed after with a
smirk on his face.
Tuesday, November 10th 2009. 10:45am.
"Thanks…" Arizona says blankly to the nurse who handed her the
last chart she would have to look over before her shift ended. She
opened the file and read…
Name: James P. Wallace Jr.
Age: 6
Vital Signs: …
… Arizona's concentration was broken by Callie's voice.
"Hi…" Callie said weakly, hating her self for not preparing what to say first. " How… how are you…?" She asked, shifting her weight and her gaze.
Arizona looked up, unprepared for the pressure that formed in her chest at the sight of Callie. All disheveled and so different from the Callie she knew who always wanted to be so "put together". She silently exhaled, " I'm okay, thanks for asking…" She trailed off as she looked back down at her chart, forcing herself back into concentration and away from Callie's penetrating gaze.
Callie, tucked her hands in her jacket pocket and quickly stopped herself from rocking onto her heels in… nervousness? Hurt from Arizona's quick dismissal? Both? She didn't know. "Well… I'm… I... I could be better, if you're wondering…" She continued scratching her head, "I've been… a hippie… for you… I mean... because of you…. I mean… I've been waiting for you… and calling… lots of calls… and…" She stuttered out.
Arizona was now looking at Callie, with a perplexed look on her face. Eyebrows furrowed in her attempt to make out what Callie was saying.
Callie was now beating herself up inside. She forced her self to stop and slow down her thought process. "I mean... I was just wanting to talk to you… and see you." Her heart rate quickened as she waited for Arizona to say something.... Anything....
Arizona just watched as Callie groped for the right words. She watched as Callie's eyes shifted away and watched as a smile formed on her face. Arizona knew that look, it was when she was embarrassed, and hating herself and laughing at herself for… well, this. Arizona couldn't help but feel her stomach flip.
Arizona, slowly exhaled. She fought the urge to hit her and hug her, to scream at her and then kiss her. She was a doctor after all. Stay strong, she thought, "Well… we'll be seeing a lot more of each other…" she replied thrusting the chart at Callie's chest. She turned on her heels and started down the hallway to go to the patients room, or to create more space between them, she didn't know.
"A bone???.... In his heart?!" Arizona heard Callie ask in amazement, followed by running footsteps headed in her direction.
"THROUGH his heart actually," Arizona corrected while refraining from smiling at Callie's enthusiasm... And her renewed nearness. She kept at her brisk pace to keep up appearances.
"Car accident at 4. Doctors checked him out and didn't see anything wrong. But someone dropped the ball somewhere." Arizona continued. "Part of one of his ribs fractured and penetrated through both the superior and inferior cardiac muscles of the heart straight through the right ventricle. No one saw anything and the kid has been in and out of coma because of it. They all thought it was a head injury so the fracture was never found. He was admitted into Mercy a year ago after complaints of chest pains, feeling lightheaded and fainting increased by 200% during the times he was lucid. The rib keeps shifting and is pressing up harder against his inferior vena cava. The pressure on the IVC was affecting the flow of the de-oxygenated blood and has led to restricted blood flow and result in syncope episodes. Since the inferior vena cava is primarily a right-sided structure, he's had to be turned on to his left side to relieve pressure on it and facilitate venous return. Occlusion of the IVC is rare, but considered life-threatening and is now our primary concern. We spotted this in the 3D imaging of his chest...."
"Wait," Callie interrupted, "This kid is on the transplant list... Why do you need me?" she asked while alternating furiously looking at Arizona, looking at the chart and looking at where she was going.
"Did someone say heart transplant?" Cristina asked grabbing the chart from Callies grasp. Once she opened it, she froze in her tracks, "Whaooo."
"I want your consult to see if we can remove the rib without adding on more damage to the heart and maybe repair it to prevent more complications for when we do the procedure. We can't do a heart transplant with the patient turned onto his side. The blood loss alone would kill him," Arizona replied, now stopping in front of the door of the patient. She turns towards Callie, "I know what you're thinking Calliope, but he's in a lot of pain, and it's only gonna get worse unless we do something."
How can Callie say no? Even when on her first run through, the chart tells her so. Even when Arizona realizes this. She can't. Not when Arizona's ocean colored eyes are boring into hers. Not when she makes her feel like she's being thrown in the very depths of the sea. Calm and soothing and scary all at the same time. Not when she's depending on Callie to provide something short of a miracle.
She can't say no.
"Ok" Callie says.
"Ok?" Arizona asks, a smile forming on her lips.
.
Not when she has that look on her face like she's about to burst with happiness. Happiness that Callie can be the reason for, "Ok..." Callie said again, a hint of a smile now forming on her lips
"OK!" Arizona exclaims, her beautiful face now absolutely beaming.
Their gazes still locked. Callie wanted to reach up and touch those lips, whose smile she would die for.
"Do we have a heart?" Cristina asked as she ran up to them. Callie and Arizona look back at her, their moment interrupted, "I mean... Do YOU have a heart..." she stuttered shyly, looking away at her error.
Arizona looked back at Callie, "No not yet. He's on the list, at the top, if not close. But for now we need to figure out how to stop James from feeling pain. It went in clean and that's why there was no internal bleeding... Now we have to figure out how to get it out clean and buy him more time till he gets a heart." Arizona paused, "that's where you come in." then proceeded to head in the room.
Callie stood there for a second in deep thought of what she had signed up for when Cristina whispered on her ear "I want in... "
"What?" Callie asked looking at Cristina perplexed.
"In the surgery... I want in! I wanna patch it up like a... Like a... You know..." Cristina continue with a circular motion of her index finger...."wheel car thingy..."
"Tire..." Callie corrected.
"Yes... A tire... Patch it up like a tire.... You owe me!" Cristina stuttered, her eyes wide.
"First... No more mechanic metaphors... because the heart is really more like the engine. And second... How do I owe you?" Callie asked amused.
"I'm your room mate... " Cristina replies slowly and in a whisper, "I hear things... Things I don't WANT to hear in the middle of the night.... and I don't complain...You... Owe... Me..."
Callie felt the heat rise to her cheeks "Fine!" she says rolling her eyes before heading in after Arizona.
Cristina jumps in glee, fist pumping in the air.