Heyloo! So I've gotta warn ya, this ones dark, and skips ahead in time by several months. Also, I wanna thank everyone that read and/or commented. It does feel good to know that people actually enjoy my writing, and def pushes me to update sooner.. So Here it is, and I promise the gaps will be filled in. All in good time ;)
"Blood pumps through my veins; it swims through chambers that lead to my heart. My heart pumps out the blood, so I can live. Blood is how I get to love her. And now, now blood is how I get to lose her! Because her bloods infected. She loses her life a bit more everytime her heart beats. And she can't love me if she's dead. And I can't live without her love. If she dies, mother, you'll find my blood, out of my body. Because my heart? It only beats for her."
A few months had gone by since Mark's party and the hospital was about to open up a new addition, an extention, on the Denny Duquet Memorial Clinic. With the economy in ruins, it was a growing trend to see more and more patients with no insurance.
Richard was there to watch as Bailey cut the ribbon, signifying its opening. He had still been a part of the hospital, if only because of his history there. He had been retired for four years now but everytime he walked into the hospital or showed up to a related function, he was greeted with respect and admiration.
11 years as a recovered alcoholic, he certainly turned his life around. When he re-accepted the position of Chief, he was more on his game then ever before. The clarity that the shooting had brought, and the will to quit his strongest vice, drinking, had given him a new strength. He earned their respect and so even now, they gave it to him.
He watched Bailey shine as she smiled at the many faces of grateful patients from beside the clinic doors. She stood next to her colleagues and friends - Doctors in charge of clinic duties.
It was an easy decision, handing the title of Chief over to Miranda. Her son was old enough by that point, that she felt secure in taking the position, and her new fiance, Jordan, was very understanding of the work she did and the hours with which she spent doing it. They were in love and he was happy to support her in any of her endeavors.
Still, it was reassuring to see her smiling, proud of herself and of her choices. It was a nice reminder for Richard of the "joy" that came with the sacrifice, as Dr. Arizona Robbins had once informed him.
"I just don't know you at all anymore." Arizona stared in the direction of her eldest daughter, afraid to look her in the eyes. "What you tried.. And how you -" She searched for the words but couldn't even speak them. Her stomach felt like it was jumping on a trampoline inside of her and she felt like she would pass out at any moment from the anguish her baby girl had caused her. She raised her hand to her abdomine and sat on the armrest of the couch, trying to regain some composure.
Callie Torres was sitting at the nurses desk checking her e-mail when one of the residents she came to know as Dr. Dipshit, all though she would never call him that to his face, placed a chart down on the keyboard infront of her. "What are you doing Dr. Dipsh.. um Dr. Dipson?" The look on her face meant she was about a second away from giving him scut if he didn't answer.
"I was in the lab, and I came across... something you should know about." He stared pointedly at the chart. Callie shrugged her shoulders and let out a sigh in frustration before picking it up and examining it.
"This is Natalie Diaz's chart.." She said mostly out of recognition. "What are you doing with her chart?" The resident shifted his feet before reluctantly dropping his face close to Callie's ear.
"Her blood was in a vile for labs.. Aaliyah clocked in a half hour ago, then clocked out. The bloods gone.. I thought you should know.." Callie shook her head from side to side confused until it hit her plainly in the face.
"Its the only way I can be with her. She won't touch me.. She won't even kiss me anymore! Its the only way I can be with her when.. when.." Aaliyah's eyes had started to flood over. She didn't think she would cry at all. she was determined to fix things between her and her girl and this was the best way she could think of doing that, even if it meant a huge sacrifice. She would do it, for them.
Callie couldn't move at first. Her head was running a thousand miles a minute. "Aaliyah... Oh, Aaliyah noo.." "How many people know about this?" She stared at the computer screen.
"As far as I know, just you and I. I know we aren't on the best of terms and I wanted to do something to make it.. more..." He came to a lazy halt when Callie glared at him.
"You really are a dipshit, you know? Using my little girl..." Callie got up, closed her e-mail, and abruptly took off to call her wife who was at home making dinner. "Arizona, pick up.. come on damnit!"
Aaliyah was splayed out on her bedroom floor. To the left of her thigh was a syringe kit and to the right were bandages and gause. In her hand, she held the vile of her lover's blood. "Just like Angelina and Billy-Bob..." thought Aaliyah, trying to find some normalcy in this, but struggling. "I mean they carried viles of eachothers blood around their neck.. its not so weird.." She studied the glossy red, stroking the vile with her thumb as if it was her girlfriend's face. She missed her touch.. And this little vile would fix that. It would bring her back. That was all Aaliyah needed to hold onto the idea that stirred in her head late last night. It had made her jumpy all day, anxious and on edge.. She was worried that she would get caught, that the blood would have been all used up before she got there, which even Aaliyah knew was the most ridiculous thought, but it still taunted her. She didn't wanna miss her chance to be with her soul-mate.
The phone had rang for a full minute but Arizona's hands were too messy from slicing the roma tomatoes for her pasta that she had to let it go to voicemail. For a few minutes, she had completely forgotten about the call, even after her hands had long been cleaned and dried. But her son had walked into the kitchen to get a pack of Capri Sun and he'd noticed the green light flashing on her cell. "Mommy, you have a message." He quickly exited to the living room to continue watching some sort of asian exercise show, "Ninja Fighters" or something.
Arizona turned around and grabbed her cell, reading that it was from "#1 Milf," She smirked at inwardly at the title she'd given her Calliope, and dialed the voicemail. She held the phone up to her ear with help of her shoulder squinched up as she stirred the noodles in the pot on the stove.
Even though she had seen her angel a few hours ago, it still made her feel more whole to hear her voice again, but when she recieved the message, she let the phone drop to the floor and she couldn't breathe outward. For a minute she tried, then turned and took little time making it to Aaliyah's bedroom, knocking frantically.
In her room, Aaliyah had filled the syringe with the crimson blood, and had held it against her skin for what seemed like a few seconds too long for someone so determined. In reality, it had been a whole two minutes that she had sat there, tip of the needle barely making contact with her skin. She swallowed, gulping back the uncertainty that tried to swim out of her. Her left arm was tied off, and her veins were popping out in clear view. She started to feel her hand going numb and so she thought that it was now or never, and as she took one last strangled breath, her door began to shake furiously with someone's knocking. Aaliyah dropped the needle and stood up, like a teenager getting caught doing drugs.
"Aaliyah open this fucking door right now!" Arizona never cursed at her kids. Ever. She hardly cursed much at all except when she was in bed with Calliope, and well that was forgivable. But that scared Aaliyah, and she suddenly felt very small, and she obeyed. Her head hung low and tears threatening to escape her eyes she croaked out of a dry throat something that in her head was supposed to sound normal, but ended up convicting her even more. Arizona grabbed her arms and studied them carefully. She saw the tournequet and relaxed at the fact that she hadn't punctured herself yet. She stepped into the room, twisting Aaliyah's arm as she pulled her backwards roughly and searched with her eyes for the syringe. "Where is it." She didn't need the inflection of her voice to make the question, Aaliyah was like a child now and she would answer her without a fight.
Callie walked into Bailey's office and demanded that she needed to leave, and turned on her heels before the Chief could say one word. She practically ran home, at least as quick as her legs could take her, given that they felt like they were melting into the ground. She rocked back and forth tapping her fingers impatiently on the elevator wall behind her and darted out as soon as the doors opened. She cursed herself off in a fit when she realised she'd gotten off at the wrong floor and she ran down the stairs instead, hoping to make it home before her daughter destroyed everything.