Title: Fix You (2/?)
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tragedy strikes Arizona while in Africa, forcing her to come home.
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I do not intend to profit in any way, shape or form by posting this story. It's for fun, nothing more, and nothing less. Please don't sue me.
A/N: Here's chapter 2. I'm really excited about all the feedback I've gotten, so thank you all so much! I have pulled all the medical stuff right out of my butt, so please take into considering that this is complete fiction and I really have no idea about medical stuff. I tried to write what seemed logical in my head, so I hope it comes out that way. I don't know when I'll be posting again, but I'll try to get something out next week.
Callie Torres has had a rough couple of months. Since her girlfriend left her in an airport, she's had plenty of time to see the folly of her ways and the impossible decision the woman she loved was faced with. She was too headstrong to actually talk to Arizona, to blind in her own world of disappointment and disaster to see the outcome of her actions and she just ended up pushing her away… all the way to Africa. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, always more clear as you look back and recount actions and all Callie wishes she could go back in time. Back to when the grant was first awarded and really tell Arizona how proud she was of her and then do her best to work something out so that they could still be together. She still loves the blonde hair, blue-eyed woman that stole her heart in the bathroom and Joe's bar and she wants to apologize for the way she treated and hoped Arizona wanted to do the same, so they could go back to the way things were, but she's too proud to get on a plane and go to Africa to tell her and she hasn't heard from Arizona since she left.
She had no idea if Arizona still had the same cell phone number or email address, because she was too scared to try either of them. Arizona hadn't tried to contact her either, but she understood why. She understood Arizona's actions after she really sat down and thought about it. A clean break should have made things easier for both of them to move on. The only problem was that Callie didn't want to move on. She wanted Arizona.
Two weeks after Arizona had left, all Callie did was mope. She stayed in a five star hotel and wept from the love she lost in a beyond desperate state, consoling herself that she would never be with the woman she loved again. She barely left the room and just debated with her internal self until she was in tears and then cried herself to sleep while wishing Arizona was there to hold her. Then Cristina came over and kicked her ass. Basically, during a heated conversation about lost love, Cristina managed to chop off part of Callie's hair which forced them to head to the mall for a suddenly much needed haircut. Callie wasn't thrilled at first, but shedding the longer hair made her feel as though she were releasing part of the anger and depression which was consuming her. Her head felt lighter, literally and figuratively, and she could think just a bit clearer. It was exactly what she needed and she now had a new resolve to wait for the woman she loved to return from Africa and hopefully, into her waiting arms.
So later they headed to Joe's. Turns out several of the attendings were already there, so they joined a table with Derek, Teddy, Bailey, Owen and Mark. They drank hard and laughed hard and cried hard. They talked about everything except the blonde that was missing from the table, but that only lasted an hour before Mark had to open his big mouth. Teddy commented on how stupid Arizona and Callie were. She said she attempted to contact Arizona via email, but got no response and she also tried to call her just two days prior, but she was greeted with voice mail. She left a message, but never received a call back. Mark told Callie that she should move on, find someone else, but Callie just ignored him. She wanted Arizona and she wasn't going to let mistakes they both made about Africa ruin the rest of her life. Yes, she was angry at how things happened, but she was partly at fault in this entire scenario. This was how she knew Arizona was her one. Despite everything that happened and how it happened, she still desperately wanted to be with Arizona. She wanted her ten kids, five mini-Calliope's and five mini-Arizona's and a huge backyard with a dog that always had a dumb look on its face and a bunch of chickens providing fresh eggs every day. So she'll wait three years and when Arizona comes home, she will beg and plead and crawl on her hands and knees until Arizona agrees to be with her. There was no way she would take no for an answer.
Mark and Callie walked to his apartment building together, since she had drank a lot and Mark offered to let her sleep over. Once in his apartment, Mark pulled her into a hug and then let his lips linger next to her ear. He nuzzled his nose against her skin before softly speaking into her ear, "What you need is someone to clear your mind and make you feel good again; someone to help you forget about all the crap being thrown at you. I can do that for you, Callie. And you can do that for me. A sorbet, if you will, a palate cleansing of the women who have broken us." He pressed his lips just below her earlobe. Callie closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath. The action felt familiar, but it was rough and his face felt like a sponge against her skin and the feeling made her wish for Arizona's softness. She pushed him away and then slapped him across his face.
"God Mark! You're supposed to be my best friend and this is how you want to try and help me? By pushing me into making a huge mistake? You know, I've always stood up for you and did my best to explain some of your more silly actions, but honestly, sometimes I just don't get you. It's no wonder that Arizona was always so insecure around you and why she had a problem with you at times…" Callie grimaced and raised her right hand to rub away the headache she felt coming on. Mark's careless sexual appetite made her stomach churn, especially now that she was on the receiving end of it. "You have no idea of what boundaries are. You would constantly barge into our apartment; barge in on our conversations; for heaven's sake, you barged into our bedroom on more than one occasion. You've always lacked a filter when it came to my relationship with her and you have a complete disregard for her feelings. And here you are, disrespecting her so completely yet again." She threw her hand out at him, motioning how fed up she was with his disregard of thought. "God, how could I have been so blind. You're my friend, Mark, you always will be, but seriously, when Arizona comes back and I fight for her with all of my might, things are going to be different. Get your head out of your ass and start acting like a grown up and not with your dick. Maybe then Lexie would be able to stomach you again."
She left immediately after that. Mark tried to fumble through an apology and claimed that he wanted to just forget about Lexie and that he thought if they could just help one another forget their loves by having sex together, then maybe both of them wouldn't be in so much pain. Callie was disgusted with him, but also with herself, because for a moment, for just one moment, she actually considered it. That's when she realized her relationship with Mark was not healthy and she explained to him that they were friends, but they needed time apart and they needed to figure out how to maintain a more appropriate friendship. She then confided in him that she would be waiting for Arizona, because regardless of what happened between them, she loved Arizona and nothing else matters. She wasn't about to sabotage what she had, and will hopefully will have again, with Arizona by giving in to a momentary weakness and having sex with Mark Sloan. She knows how insecure Arizona was about her relationship with Mark and now she truly understood why. Mark said he understood and apologized again, but Callie couldn't even look at him at that moment without wanting to rip off 'little Sloan' and toss it into oblivion.
The next day, she moved back into her apartment and redecorated it. Arizona would love it when she came home. The bright beige walls had a yellowish tint and Callie knew that was Arizona's favorite of the beige colors she was presented with months ago. Why was she so resistant to changing bits of the apartment to suit Arizona? Callie wanted to smack herself. She made life really difficult for Arizona sometimes. She was petulant and stubborn and brash, but Arizona loved her. Arizona complimented her in so many ways and she just tossed her suggestions aside because she knew Arizona wouldn't fight to get her way. How many times had she done that to Arizona? How many times had Arizona let her?
Not anymore. Callie wanted to ensure nothing like this happened again, so she made a promise to herself to cherish Arizona and their time together. She vows to make Arizona feel as loved as Arizona made her feel. She only hoped that Arizona would be willing to give her that chance when she came back from Africa. Callie was happy that Arizona was having a chance to live her dream and when she came back, Callie was going to let her know how proud she is of her and how much she loves her. And she wasn't going to let Arizona ever forget it.
Weeks later, Callie found herself sitting in an exam room looking over a pair of gruesome x-rays. She had a call from a nearby hospital regarding a case. This could be a case that would make her career, because her homemade cartilage could be used for the first time in an actual case since being given the green light. Her hard work paid off and the hospital, FDA and several organizations involved with the funding of her cartilage research were ecstatic that the research was finishing and the real work was beginning. This case was particularly close to her, because the patient was a surgeon; a surgeon who would probably never operate again if she is unable to help them. She was excited at the prospect of using her cartilage in order to give someone their career back, but there was something missing. The only thing missing was Arizona being there to cheer her on. Callie was beyond sad that she didn't even have the courage to write Arizona and tell her about her amazing news.
Arizona was sitting in an exam room with Dr. Harris and she was feeling uncomfortable and in pain as he looked over the new x-rays of her hands. She was frustrated because the x-ray technician was an idiot and kept touching her hands roughly and pushing them while attempting to take the x-ray. Eventually she told him if he touched either of her hands again, she wouldn't hold her feet back from kicking him where his manhood supposedly was. She sighed when he left the room and got someone to replace him. On one hand, she was glad to have a more senior technician taking the x-rays, but on the other hand, she was just more frustrated with herself for snapping so easily at the other guy. She found herself snapping at her mother more easily as well. She was just so angry and she didn't know how to release it, especially without the use of her hands.
Dr. Harris sighed a bit and Arizona wasn't sure if he was upset or just confused. He was an older doctor, but seemed to have an open mind about more risky surgeries. That was part of the reason Arizona chose him. She also knew he was capable of keeping things quiet about her case. Part of the reason she wanted to get away from Maryland so quickly was all the wandering eyes and pitying looks from prior teachers and upcoming students. She really didn't want to deal with that on top of everything else she was going through.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Robbins. These x-rays really don't show anything different than the previous ones. Would you be able to hang out for an hour? I'd like to get that specialist to come out here and see your hands in person." He raised a brow at her as she blinked and considered his question.
"Mom, are you okay with hanging out for a while?" Arizona turned toward Barbara, who was sitting behind her and reading a magazine.
"Sure, honey. I'll go get us some lunch." She patted Arizona's back and nodded toward Dr. Harris before leaving the room.
"Excellent, let me go get the ball rolling on this, so sit back and relax." Dr. Harris didn't wait for a response before he turned and left the room.
Arizona puffed her cheeks out and blew out a steady stream of air from her lips. "Yeah, relax…" She was suddenly craving a cigarette, but knew better than to even try with her mom around. She leaned back on the examination table and decided to just close her eyes and try to take a nap and take her away from the pain in her hands and the thoughts in her head.
Thirty minutes later Callie was wandering into Seattle Presbyterian and heading to the ortho department. She smiled when she saw Dr. Wilson Harris. He was an old boy's club guy and had always been impressed with Callie, but she knew it was more for her looks than her abilities. All that changed when her cartilage research was publicized in a small medical journal. She was suddenly more main stream with more doctors, including members of the elusive boy's club. It didn't bother Callie at all, but she was happy that her cartilage had earned her more respect.
They shook hands as he led her into his office. He had the newest x-rays up on the light box in his office and nodded to them. "Patient Zero is actually here right now. I'm sorry I've had to keep things so secretive, but this is a well-known surgeon and after being a victim of a hate crime, part of the suit agreement was no publicity."
Callie nodded absently as she eyed the x-rays in front of her. They looked no different from the older ones, but she was just amazed at the amount of damage that took place to this surgeons hands. She was dying to know how this happened, but knew better than to ask, no matter how much curious she was. Callie pointed to the main joints in each hand, where most of the cartilage had been ruined or lost, and smiled. "Dr. Harris, I'm certain if we go in and add the cartilage in these joints, then this surgeon will likely operate again. They'll need to do a lot of work and work through some pain, but as long as there are no tremors, I think I can repair the bone and cartilage and give this surgeon back their full range of motion. We won't know about the tremors until all the surgeries and therapy are done, but really, I really believe I can do this."
Dr. Harris laughed and placed a hand on Callie's shoulder and squeezed gently, "That is fantastic news. I just couldn't stand it if I had any other news to give. This doctor is so amazing, I would hate to think that they wouldn't be able to operate anymore. I'd like to get things moving as soon as possible. I haven't casted her hands yet because I knew we'd have to do another repair, regardless of the cartilage, so there's a lot of pain for them right now." He glanced at his watch and sighed a bit, "Listen, I was due in surgery ten minutes ago, but I know you want to meet the patient and you are here." He laughed lightly and started heading toward the door of the office, holding it open for her. "Why don't you head over to room 222 and introduce yourself and perhaps you can answer any questions, especially where the cartilage is concerned."
"Yeah, that would be great. I'd like to do the surgery at Seattle Grace – Mercy West, if that would be alright? We have more updated equipment and I'd like to have my own team with me. I just know how they work and they know my moves." Callie eyed Dr. Harris as he considered the request which she just made.
"I don't have any issue with that, Dr. Torres. Honestly, I was surprised I was chosen as the doctor on this case, it really should have gone to you immediately. I didn't want to disappoint Patient Zero, given everything that happened to them, which is why I contacted you in the first place." He ran a hand through his graying hair and then laughed. "Honestly, you don't even need me. I'll call the lawyers and get things situated so that it's your case now." He motioned toward the door, eager to leave and get to the surgery he's currently late for.
Callie nodded slightly as she was being ushered to the door, she managed to reach out and grab the x-rays along the way. "I'll leave these in the room when I'm done."
Dr. Harris patted Callie's back and laughed again, "Just take them with you. I'll get all the paperwork started and let Patient Zero know what our plans are. I'm not sure they'll be very happy about the change in plan, but I do think it's for the best. I'll call you once I'm out of surgery and we'll discuss when to set things up." They both shook hands again and then he explained to Callie how to reach the room in question. He headed in the opposite direction toward the OR floor.
Callie was still looking at the x-rays as she was walking down the hall toward the patient's room. She stopped in front of 222 and tucked the x-rays under her arm as she walked in and then froze. Her body felt so rigid, she wondered if she for a moment if Medusa had turned her into stone. There, lying on the examination table was the focus of all her thoughts lately. The woman that she loved with all her heart and soul, Arizona, was snoring softly in a light sleep and her gloved hands were lying on her stomach. Callie felt all the moisture drain from her mouth and well in her eyes as her mind worked itself into overdrive.
Arizona was Patient Zero.
Arizona was the victim of a hate crime.
Arizona was no longer in Africa, she was in Seattle.
Arizona was here, in Seattle and she hadn't even called her.
Callie promptly turned on her heels and walked right back out of the room. She spun around and placed her back against the nearest wall and started to suck in as much air as her lungs would allow. Her heart felt as though it were ready to beat right out of her chest and she was having trouble catching her breath, despite all of the air she's forced into her lungs. She slowly slid down the wall into a crouching position, placed her elbows on her knees and held her head in her hands. Her fingers gripped at her short hair and then let go, before repeating the action. Her mind was racing as fast as her heart was beating.
Her Arizona was devastatingly hurt.
Her Arizona's hands were mangled to the point the bones were shattered.
Her Arizona had to doubt whether she would ever be able to lift a cup to her mouth, let alone operate again.
Her Arizona was hurt, scared and worst of all, alone.
Callie could not understand why Arizona had not called her and tell her she was home. Didn't Arizona realize how much she missed her? How much she wanted to be with Arizona? How much she wished she could go back in time and change how she acted when she learned about the grant? How much she loved and wanted to be with her? Callie sucked in another sharp breath. No, of course she didn't realize it. Callie didn't tell her enough. Callie didn't show her enough. And now, when Arizona is in pain, both mentally and physically, instead of coming home to Callie, she has chosen to go through this all of this alone. Callie's heart was racing in her chest and she was doing her best to not just break down and cry right here and right now. Her chest was hurting from the knowledge of what Arizona was going through and her heart was breaking all over again because Arizona hadn't even wanted Callie involved.
"Callie..?"
Callie looked up and saw Barbara Robbins standing in front of her. She knew Arizona's mother from the short Skype conversations they shared. She couldn't believe that this would be the first time she met Arizona's mother in person. The thought made the tears finally fall down her cheeks. She nodded slightly and looked away from Mrs. Robbins in embarrassment and utter defeat. She couldn't look her in the eye, knowing all that happened and what Arizona was now going through.
Barbara walked up to Callie and pulled her into up to her feet and then into her arms and hugged her tightly. Callie sobbed and clung to her. Barbara gently rubbed her back and held Callie as she cried. "I'm sorry, Callie. I wanted her to see you right away or to at least call you, but…" Barbara licked her lips before swallowing the lump that formed in her throat. Callie couldn't help but smile when she realized Arizona did the same exactly thing. "She hasn't been thinking straight… Since everything…"
Callie nodded and leaned back to offer Barbara a smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mrs. Robbins. I'm so sorry… for everything. But I love your daughter. And I had already decided that I am going to win her back. Do everything and anything I can when she gets back Africa, which I suppose she is, I love her with all I am. I… I painted the walls beige!" Callie was wiping the tears from her cheeks and doing her best to calm herself down.
"I know, honey. And even though Arizona may not be acting like it yet, she loves you. She's just not in a good place right now." Barbara had a look of concern on her face, but she quickly turned it into a smile at Callie and gently continued to rub her back. "How did you know she was here? She didn't call anyone to let them know she was back. The only reason we even knew was because the grant committee called Daniel the moment the attack occurred and he pulled some strings to get her home immediately."
Callie frowned wiped her eyes again. "She lost her dream…" The words were whispered softly as Callie stared toward the door to the room Arizona was in. She turned back to Barbara and offered her a wry smile, "I only know because Dr. Harris called me. Believe it or not, my home made cartilage may save Arizona's career, if she lets it. Do you know how it happened?"
Barbara gasped and pushed Callie slightly against her shoulders. "Are you serious?" She completely ignored Callie's last question because that was not her story to tell.
Callie chuckled and nodded, deciding not to press for more information and instead revel in the excitement that she can help Arizona. "I mean it. I just… I don't know if I should be the one to operate though. I'm too close to her and I want to be there for her, but she doesn't even know I know yet." Callie glanced at the door again and lowered her head. She had so many thoughts circling in her mind and she was having trouble stilling any one of them to focus on. She finally looked back at Barbara with the most pained expression on her face and Barbara could feel her heart breaking for this woman that her daughter loves. "…I never even told her how proud I am of her," Callie whispered softly, mostly to herself, but Barbara had heard.
"She knows, Callie. She has always known. But I'm sure she'd like to hear it from you." Barbara smiled and handed Callie a brown bag. "That's lunch. Have lunch with her. I'm going to go to her apartment. Tell her you promised me you'd walk her home, okay?" She smiled and pulled Callie in for another hug and she kissed Callie on the cheek before whispering into her ear, "Help make her whole again… You're the only one that can." She patted Callie's arm and then started walking away.
Callie took another long deep breath and slowly released it into the air. She leaned her head back against the wall behind her and tried her best to steel herself for what was about to happen. If Arizona hadn't called her, than she obviously didn't want Callie to know, which means she might be angry or sad or just plain upset that this case fell into Callie's lap. And now that Callie knew and Arizona was back, regardless of the circumstances, she needed to be ready to face Arizona and make Arizona hear her. Really hear her, because she is not backing off. She is not leaving. She loves Arizona, she wants Arizona and only Arizona, and she is going to make Arizona truly feel it and see it. She is not going to give up ever again on what they have together. Callie, in this moment shared only with silence in an empty hospital hallway, vows to make Arizona feel loved and safe with her. This is her second chance and she's going face it head on and grasp it so tightly within her bone breaking hands and never let Arizona go ever again.
Callie lifts off the wall and straightens her lab coat before she turns and walks into the room. She stands just within the door way and stares into the beautiful blue eyes she loves. Arizona had sat up on the examination table and was looking toward the doorway and the instant their eyes met, Callie felt butterflies explode within her stomach. Even with the dark bruise on her cheek, Arizona looked beautiful, but she looked haunted and pale and like she had lost quite a bit of weight from her already lithe frame. Arizona's appearance just made Callie more confident in her resolve to be with her and help her and most of all, love her with everything that she has.
She slowly stepped into the room, her eyes never leaving Arizona's. She dropped the x-rays and brown bag of food on the desk within the room as she continued to step toward her destiny, her Arizona. Arizona was sitting stock still and just watching Callie move toward her. Callie finally stopped when she was standing directly in front of Arizona. She tilted her head slightly and really looked at the bruise on Arizona's cheek and then back to her eyes. She lifted her hand to Arizona's cheek and gently brushed the back of her fingers along the darkened skin there. She felt Arizona flinch under her touch and she felt sick to her stomach.
"Oh Arizona…" She felt the tears drip down her cheeks as she stared into Arizona's eyes, trying to convey how much she felt for her; love, hurt, pain, sadness, passion, every feeling in the world and she felt them all completely and at the same time and they were bursting from her eyes in the look she was giving Arizona.
Arizona suddenly sobbed and her face contorted in pain as she held her gloved hands up at Callie and then lowered them, her lips moving, but no sounds coming out other than a sorrowful wail. Callie stepped up into Arizona's space and pulled her body against her own. "Arizona…" She felt Arizona crying against her and all Callie could do was wrap her arms warmly around her and hold her tightly. She pressed her lips against Arizona's forehead softly before Arizona snuggled her face into Callie's neck. Callie placed one of her hands against the back of Arizona's neck and just caressed softly. "I'm so sorry, baby… I love you so much, I'm so sorry that this happened to you."
Arizona said nothing, she just cried in Callie's arms. For the first time since she left Africa, she truly felt everything. She felt the despair of not having Callie with her, she felt the tragedy of being a victim, she felt the fear of a hatred so strong just because she loved Callie with her entire being, she felt the desperation of wanting to save her career and the doubt that her hands would ever be the same. She let herself finally be vulnerable in the only place she truly felt safe, comfortable and like herself… in Callie's arms.
"I can fix your hands…" Callie was whispering softly to Arizona and her hands were rubbing Arizona's shoulders and arms. "With my cartilage to replace the volume that was damaged and the pieces you lost, your hands will be just as they were before. As long as there are no tremors after you get through therapy, of course…"
Arizona gasped and Callie felt her body become tense within her arms. Arizona pulled away from Callie and nodded her head. She scoffed softly, "Of course you would be contacted. I'm such a fool; I should have stayed in Maryland." She hopped off the table and wrapped her arms around herself. "I'm glad you'll be preforming the operation, Dr. Torres. Perhaps in your capable hands, I'll be able to operate again. Just… tell Dr. Harris to call me with the details of when the surgery will be, alright? …I need to go." She turned and started to walk out of the room.
Callie was stunned for a moment, but when she realized Arizona was walking away from her again, she quickly ran out of the door, "Arizona! Arizona… wait! Please!" She quickly ran to catch up to Arizona and she grabbed her elbow and whirled her around. "Just stop, please."
Arizona was scared, her eyes were wide and she stared at Callie and she flinched from being grabbed and spun around, even though the touch was not really forceful. Callie quickly let go and held her hands in front of her, fingers wide and showing that she meant no harm, but Arizona quickly shrunk further. "I'm sorry, I d-didn't mean to frighten you."
"I'm fine, Callie. I need you to be my surgeon right now. I need my hands back." She held up her gloved hands, hidden beneath the oversized gloves were bandages and splints holding things together. They didn't want to cast her hands and settle anything until they knew what the next course of action would be, especially since another surgery was most likely next and very soon. "I can't have you worrying about anything but saving the hands of Dr. Robbins. I know you probably have questions and things to say to me and that's fine, I have things I'd like to say to you too, but I just can't handle that right now. I can't go through that on top of everything else that's happened to me. It's just hard enough r-right now being al-live after having my h-hands stomped on and living… without you, w-without operating, without A-Africa and with t-these!" She holds her hands up and looks at them with disgust. "So please, C-Callie, just… just please…" She lowers her head and turns and walks out of the hospital before Callie can even fathom a response.
Callie made it back to Seattle Grace – Mercy West in shock. Her body was on autopilot as she entered the doors to the hospital and she was just walking like a stunned child. She didn't realize where she was going, but she didn't want to stop. Stopping meant processing and trying to understand what just happened. It meant understanding that Arizona was back, in need of surgery, in emotional pain and basically told her leave her alone. Why? It was the only real question going on in her mind, over and over and over again. Why, Arizona, why? She ran her hand through her short hair and sighed deeply. She actually did understand why Arizona wanted to maintain some space. It was going to be hard enough to operate on Arizona, but it would be nearly impossible if they reconciled or didn't. Callie couldn't imagine not being with Arizona, so she was going to respect her wishes and pray to every being she could imagine to make things work out for her in the end.
"Torres, what are you doing up here?"
Callie walked right passed Dr. Miranda Bailey, still dazed and confused and completely lost in her own thoughts. Miranda blinked and took a moment to watch Callie walk right by her. Miranda Bailey was not a woman who liked to be ignored. She maneuvered herself in front of Callie and was getting ready to really give her a piece of her mind, when she realized that there were tears pouring from her eyes. Now Miranda was concerned. Callie Torres wasn't a woman who cried for no reason; she was a badass rock star surgeon. "Oh hell no," she muttered under her breath as she grabbed Callie's hand and opened the door to the nearest room, which just happened to be an empty doctor's lounge, and pushed her inside. Callie gave no resistance and let Miranda have her way. She pushed Callie onto the couch and looked into her eyes. Callie was not focusing on her.
"Hey!" She snapped three times right in front of Callie's face. "Torres."
"Huh? Bailey? What are you doing?" Callie raised a brow at Miranda. She was confused and glanced around the lounge in which she was sitting and couldn't believe the irony of where she was. "What the hell am I doing in peds?"
"That's what I was just asking you. And what's with the waterworks?" Miranda handed her a tissue.
Callie raised a hand to her face and felt the water streaming down her face. She remembered exactly why she was crying, which just made her sob deeply. Miranda sat down next to her and pulled her into a hug. "Okay, are you going to tell me what happened, or leave me wondering about what's got you so shaken up?"
"She's back."