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Chapter 5
Erica walked down the hall at an intense pace, not wanting the Latina to follow her. She heard the soles of shoes closely behind her, when she realized the person was coming closer she turned into a supply closet, whipping the door closed. *knock* *knock* "Erica, it's Arizona." She hesitated a moment before opening the door to see a concerned expression gazing back at her. "What do you want, Dr. Robbins?" The shorter blonde took Erica's hand, smiling weakly. "I want to help you with whatever is going on." Erica stared coldly into Arizona's eyes. "I don't need your help. Go bother someone else for once." She felt bad as soon as she said it, but kept her face expressionless and hard. The shorter woman's eyes flashed with hurt but quickly changed to anger. "Fine, this is the last time I bother trying to help you. For a heart surgeon, you really don't know much about people's hearts." With that Arizona whipped around and wheeled down the hall. Erica narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to make of what just happened. She really was sick of the Peds. surgeon always trying to pry. She wasn't an open person, and someone offering to listen just made her close up more. Callie hadn't pressured her at all, she just started pouring her heart out. After a while, Erica felt closer to the woman and wanted to share her own secrets with her. She started with just saying how she felt, and ended with revealing her worst memory. 'This stupid girl coming in….she brings that memory back and I don't have my best friend to talk to about it.' Erica decided to go talk to Dr. Wyatt, hoping then it would be easier to be around the patient. As she made her way up the stairs, her pager went off. She looked down to see that they had an update on her patient and grimaced, she hadn't had to chance to get any feelings off her chest. As the surgeon made her way back into the room, she noticed chocolate eyes following her. Erica tried to ignore the eyes, and the fact that the owner of those eyes was the one person she really wanted to talk to. 'I can't talk to her… I'm supposed to be here as a surgeon—a doctor! Callie can't be a part of my life anymore.' When she finally looked over, she made sure to give the infamous 'Hahn glare' before heading into the room. "Okay, what's the update?" She looked to see Mark, Dr. Bailey, and Arizona. The shorter blonde refused to look at her, finding an interesting skid mark on the floor. Dr. Bailey stepped forward, handing Erica the chart. "Um, the test was positive…..it seems Ms. Kennedy was indeed raped. We don't know who it was yet so we'll have to wait for her to be fit enough to tell us herself. Erica felt a hand on her shoulder and turned to see Callie, Cristina close behind. "Yang, I paged you before I came up here—what took you so long? Move!" She shrugged off the tan hand and shoved past the two shocked women. Cristina walked in, mumbling 'Yang, so nice to see you again. Why don't you help on my surgery?'. Erica rolled her eyes, heading again for the stairs. "Dr. Hahn, as unhappy you may be, we still have a surgery to perform! The parents are here and we have their consent to go ahead. Let's go!" She sighed and followed Bailey back in, she had to talk the parents through the procedure. "Right, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, I'm Dr. Hahn and I'll be getting out the clot in your daughter's heart. It's rare that anything should go wrong, it's a pretty simple procedure. We will open up the correct area of the heart and literally scoop out the clot." A short, crying woman with mousy hair stepped up. "And w-what's the w-worst that could h-happen?" Erica sighed, she hated explaining this part because then everyone would freak out and assume the worst. "The worst thing would be to puncture a main artery or ventricle which would cause her to bleed out and…die." The woman immediately began to sob, shaking vigorously. "That's super unlikely to happen, Mrs. Kennedy, I've been doing this procedure since I was a resident and have only lost one patient to that—that was one of the first times I had even done it, though, I am much more capable of keeping Anna alive now." The woman's sobs became small shudders of breath and her shaking and subsided, only her hands trembling now. Erica looked suspiciously at the man, who showed no expression on his face. Didn't he care about his daughter? Every time someone had come in with this, even the manly father had been worried and upset. "Any questions from you Mr. Kennedy?" The man narrowed his eyes and set his jaw. "None, thank you. You answered the single one I had." The blonde scoffed and went to go stand alone by the door as Callie began explaining how she would fix the girl's wrist. Erica looked over at Cristina, noticing a look of boredom on her face. Erica had come back to start over, and being a better teacher was one of her goals. She remembered when the resident had finally spoke up, daring to talk to her in the bar.
Erica took a sip from her drink as Addison sent a message on her phone. Soon a figure was hovering above the blonde. "Can I help you Yang?" The younger woman did nothing. "Yang?" Finally, she stepped forward. "Is it because I'm Asian? Is that it, you don't like Asians?" Erica looked up at the resident, confused and pissed. "Excuse me?" She was braving up now. "Why won't you teach me?" The cardio surgeon sighed, finally realizing the situation. "You're not without skill, you're not without talent so stop looking for me to tell what a good little girl you are, it doesn't change anything and, frankly, it doesn't make you any better at your job." The younger woman hesitated, opening her mouth to say something, before finally leaving them alone. "Little harsh, don't ya think?" Erica took another drink before replying, "I think, she reminds me of me." She looked over and watched as Sloan's hands roamed Callie, who's ass was grinding into his front. "She's pretty, huh?" The blonde played with her glass, sighing. "She's beautiful." She felt like her heart was being ripped out and stomped on by elephants when Callie walked out, Sloan following eagerly.
"Yang! Come here." The younger woman shifted over, not expecting anything positive to happen. "I hope that by now you know how to perform this procedure, because that's exactly what you'll be doing." Erica suppressed a smirk as the resident's eyes widened. "Um, yes, Dr. Hahn, I can do that procedure with my eyes closed." "Well, to be sure I'm going to run you through it quick."
Callie's POV
Callie finished running the parents through the procedure and turned around, only to find Cristina watching eagerly as Erica did something with her hands. She bit her bottom lip when she saw the cardio surgeon's slender fingers curling and doing a scooping motion. 'Damn, she doesn't just do that in bed!' The dark-haired woman shook her head, trying to get the old images out of her head. Obviously, Erica had gone back to being upset with her, or she wouldn't have been so rude earlier. She was so busy watching the fingers that she didn't notice the slender body of Arizona slip up next to her. "What's so interesting, Dr. Torres?" Callie jumped and turned to the smiling blonde—dimples showing majorly. "I-um, I just was watching Dr. Hahn walk Dr. Yang through the procedure they will be performing. "I heard rumors that Dr. Hahn wasn't the best teacher… I guess they were wrong." Arizona was watching the ortho surgeon intently, probably trying to get her to spill. "No, that's true… this whole teaching Yang thing is very new. I suppose she's…. DAMN! I get it now! She's starting over! That makes total sense!" Everyone had turned to look at her, Erica showing utter humiliation. She had obviously understood what Callie meant. Mark, who also understood, was trying to keep himself from laughing too much. "R-right, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy, I cleaned up the burns on her stomach and treated the major cuts." The mother whipped her head to look at Mark, confusion and fear showing in her eyes. "I-I don't understand… she just fell down some stairs and suffered a stroke. How does that cause cuts and burns?" Callie looked back at Erica, noticing her tense up and look directly at the father. 'Oh god, poor Erica. This is so hard for her…. Oh god! I was her person—the one she talked to about things like this.' She shifted uncomfortably before turning back to the scene. "Uh, we discovered those upon her arrival and did a test to determine whether or not she had been raped and it…came back positive. We decided to talk to Anna when she was fit….after the surgery of course." Dr. Bailey tried hard to explain without upsetting the parents too greatly. The mother was distraught, falling to her knees in sobs, while the father stood hard-faced watching his wife fall. All of a sudden Erica was moving, going to stand directly in front of the man. "Why aren't you upset? Don't you care about your damn daughter? The doctors care more than you and we aren't even supposed to give a shit! What the hell is your problem?" Before she could continue, Mark stepped up and put a hand on her shoulder. "Hahn, stop it… don't say another word. You're right, it isn't your job to care so just….back away." He then tried to pull her back, but ended up keeling over in pain as her elbow jabbed into his abdomen. "YOU RAPED HER, DIDN'T YOU?" One minute she was yelling, the next she was leaving….shoving past anyone who got in her way. Mark slowly dragged his way to Callie. "Why do I get the feeling you didn't mention something about her past?" She rolled her eyes and returned her gaze to the father, who had finally showed an emotion: rage. "Torres, go find Hahn so we can get on with the surgery….don't give me that look! Go and find her! NOW!" Cristina stepped up, offering to be the one to find Erica. When Bailey agreed, Callie threw her roommate a look that said thank you. "Damn it, Mark, what am I gonna do?" The father stepped forward, slowly, to stand in front of the two. "The bitch was right…..but I was drunk the first time! After that I just…started liking it and didn't stop. I burned her because I was mad…and sliced at her, too." Callie looked into the man's eyes, he was being sincere, and actually showing he was sorry. "Sir, you do know we have to report you, you'll probably be arrested, and you…have to tell your wife."
Erica's POV
Erica stood at the nurses' station, trying to catch her breath. She had tried to find a more private place, but the fact that before she left she was already not breathing well, she could find a place soon enough. She tried hard to fight back tears, but a few escaped causing the blonde to get pissed. "Not the time to break down, Hahn," she mumbled to herself, holding the edge of the desk in a death-grip. "Dr. Hahn? We need to go into surgery….we need you to be there. You could just meet us in the scrub room, away from the parents and….and Callie." She whipped her head around to see Yang, a glimmer of concern shining in her eyes. "I don't care who's around me…..yeah, I'll be in the scrub room. OR 2?" When the resident nodded, she turned away again—not wanting Cristina to see any emotions she was going through. "Um, Dr. Hahn? Thank you….for letting me do this surgery." Erica just waved her away, still refusing to turn around. When she had finally gotten it together, she walked to OR 2, placing her new scrub cap on. She liked this one better than the polka-dot cap—which she had left a year ago to no doubt get thrown away. This one was a print of outer space, with all the galaxies and stars brightening up the dark atmosphere. She went in the scrub room and stopped—Callie was standing there, scrubbing away at her hands. Erica took a deep breath and walked to the sink, making sure to keep away from the Latina. "Good luck, Dr. Hahn." She still didn't look up, but grunted to show she heard. Arizona stepped in and took her place between the two surgeons. "So, Dr. Torres, is Callie short for something?" "Um, yeah, Calliope, but I prefer Callie." "Hmmm, Calliope. I love that! So..Calliope, I hear you're a pretty amazing surgeon." Erica snapped her head up to stare at the two, eyes narrowed. "Well, yeah I suppose so. I'm, uh, a bit of a rock star." Arizona giggled. "I bet those hands of yours are very skilled." Erica had had enough, she cleared her throat and snatched up a towel. "Oh, Dr. Hahn! I was so caught up in Calliope's beauty I forgot you were here!" She scoffed, shaking her head. "Did you hear? You were right, the father was raping her. Good work detective!" Her eyes widened at the smaller blonde, mouth hanging open where words were failing to come out. Her eyes shifted to Callie, who was shifting uncomfortably with a guilty look on her face. When she looked up and locked eyes with her, she flinched. Erica was giving the Latina the coldest look she had ever given. "No, I was unaware I had been correct. I guess I just have….experience." With that, she exited the scrub room, almost breaking the button that opened to doors with the force building from rage. 'Sure, Ms. Sunshine gets told off once and she become the bitch of the century… Callie probably told her about my past. She probably told everyone.'
When the surgery was finally over, Erica left immediately. She had watched Yang successfully do the procedure and allowed her to close her up, making sure Callie wasn't done before going to scrub out. Arizona came in and began to scrub in. "So, you wanna tell me why you care so much about the girl being raped?" The cardio surgeon glared at the smaller woman before replying, "I'm sure you figured that out by now." The blonde didn't back down. "Why do you care that I flirt with Calliope? You obviously didn't come back for her, so why can't you just let her be?" Erica slammed her hands against the sink, catching herself before she yelled. "I DON- I don't care if you flirt, I care that you don't have the heart to keep it to yourself while I'm around. I may not have come back for Callie, but that doesn't mean I have stopped feeling something for her." As she finished the sentence, she heard the door slide close. Callie had entered…and heard what Erica had said. 'Well shit, this isn't turning out to be a good day!' She quickly dried her hands before exiting the room. She headed up to Psych and knocked on the familiar door. "Dr. Wyatt, if you have time, I would like to come in."
Callie's POV
Callie's shift had finally ended, so she headed over to Joe's to grab a much-needed drink. She sat down at the bar, drink in hand, and sighed. Why was it so hard to get Erica to soften up? She had felt so bad when Arizona blurted about the rape. She obviously realized it was a dangerous subject for Erica, but she went ahead and did it anyway. Soon Callie was joined by Lexie Grey, a smile on her face. "Callie! Oh my god, Mark and I, we're together! He was trying to explain how he wasn't raping me and it just made me sooo happy I had to kiss him! Then I realized that I wanted to be with him and….. now I am!" She looked down at her drink, not wanting to look at the happy expression on the young resident's face. "That's…. great. I, um, I'm going to go to the bathroom…" She wiped at her now tear-streaked face and went into the bathroom. As she was fixing her makeup, someone entered. "Hey." Callie looked in the mirror to see Arizona. "Hey. Did you need the bathroom?" The blonde shook her head, stepping closer. "No, it's just, I noticed you were upset.. I, um, I've heard stuff….about you." Callie rolled her eyes and leaned on the sink. "Great, people are talking about me." The smaller woman shook her head, smiling. "No, Calliope, it's good stuff! The staff, they like you—respect you. I just wanted you to know that, although you're upset right now and probably not looking for anything, there are people lining up for you." The ortho surgeon laughed and looked at the blonde. "You wanna give me some names, here?" Arizona just smiled, leaning in closer and closer until their lips met. Callie went to pull back, but the blonde had her pinned, so she leaned into the kiss. The door flew open, revealing a first worried Erica, but changing into a pissed and disgusted Erica. "Sorry, I'll let you two finish." She slammed the door closed and Callie couldn't help but flinch. Arizona looked at her, guilt written all over her face. "She told me she still had feelings for you….. I should have listened." The blonde squeezed her hand before leaving herself. Callie slid to the floor, bringing her knees into her chest. Erica still had feelings for her….but now that she had seen Arizona kissing her, would she still feel the same?
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