A/N- Hi all! Sorry it has taken so long for me to post again. As some of you know I have been dealing with a family loss so I've been a bit distracted the last week and and half. But posting now, that's what matters, right? Thank you for sticking with the story, i appreciate you reading/following/reviewing. This is a bit of a slower and less intense chapter. Please let me know what you're thinking! Enjoy!

As always- I do not own The Fosters, all i own are these goldfish crackers...

Callie POV

"You want to take a shower? Stef can wrap up your hand after. I'll make up something quick to eat, then we can all get some rest honey. I know its been a long day, we can talk tomorrow." Lena asks me, I can see the sadness in her eyes, I think given the chance she will start crying. I can't blame her though, given the chance I would start crying too. All I can do is nod seeing as I don't trust my words right now.

I feel Lena kiss my forehead and just bury further into Stef. Why did I say yes? I really don't want to move right now. I know I should, I'm all gross and sweaty. Why does that happen? The last thing someone needs when panicking is to get slimy too. Apparently I've been lost in thought for while because I feel Stef move against me. I hear a whimper and it takes a moment to realize it came from me.

"You're okay Callie. I'm here, I'm just going to help you get up okay?" She keeps shifting so now I'm on the floor and she's crouched in front of me. I shake my head no and my arms wrap around her and I'm holding as if she was a life raft and I'm going down with the Titanic. I think shes just as shocked as me because it takes a second before I feel her arms wrap around me. I really need to stop doing this, why does my stupid body keep betraying me and seeking comfort from these women.

Stef keeps me close in this embrace as she stands us up together and leads up to the bathroom. My legs are still weak and I lean into her as we walk. I really don't want her to move and i don't want her to let go. Ever. I have no idea how this standing thing is going to work to take a shower, apparently the same thought crosses Stefs mind as she places me on the toilet cover and runs a bath. I don't even care for that right now, all I want to do is sleep. Crying takes so much stupid energy. I just want to curl up on their bed, surrounded by their scent that makes me feel safe and sleep forever.

Stef POV

I can tell she hasn't mentally been with me the last few minutes, it does make it easier to move her but it also makes me worry. What could possibly being going through her head right now? Her eyes have been half glassed over for hours now. I'm honestly afraid that I won't be able to save her from whatever this is. It's like as soon as she told us she went into the past and got lost there.

I lead her to the bathroom to take a shower but she's barely standing with me holding her, so I decide a bath would be better. As a run the water I'm staring at Callie, it's like shes catatonic. Apparently, so am I as the feeling of water against my foot pulls me from my thoughts. I mumble out a few choice words, glad that Lena isn't there to correct me. Turning off the water and throwing down some towels I let some water down the drain until it is at a sufficient level.

Callie hasn't moved through any of this. I know this isn't going to be easy. "Callie" she stays still not responding. "Sweetie" I say a bit stronger this time, she slowly turns her head to look at me and I see tears threatening to fall. "Are you sure you want a bath right now?" She subtly nods. "We can wait until after we eat?" I watch as she slowly shakes her head. Other than these slight movements she has stayed absolutely still, I'm starting to wonder if she'll ever move on her own again. "Okay Lovebug, do you need help?" I know normally she would cringe at just the thought but right now she just stares at me, looking like she's going to shatter at any moment. A few tears escape her eyes and she meekly nods.

I help her get undressed and into the bath, keeping her covered as much as possible with a towel, i don't want her to be embarrassed if suddenly comes back to reality. She instantly curls into a ball as she sits, I help wash her hair and it reminds me of taking care of Brandon as a baby. I got up to let her finish herself and give her some time, I made sure she knew to just call if she needed anything, but I refused to go too far. I went to grab a towel for her and clothes from her room, got the first aid kit set up and just sat on the bed folding laundry and waiting. That's how Lena found me moments later.

Lena POV

I made sandwiches, figuring it would be light, and tried to be patient in the kitchen but I'm so worried about Callie and this whole situation just makes me sick. Fidgeting in the kitchen was doing no one good. I gave Brandon a quick call to see how they all were doing, they went to the movies which I think was a good distraction for everyone, even Jude was laughing. I let him know we'd keep them updated and gave Mike a call to see if he could make sure they all ate.

I walk up the stairs and see Stef on our bed surrounded by laundry and tears falling from her eyes. I enter silently, sit next to her and hold her. She hugs back fiercely, I'm the only one she ever lets see her this emotional and it still hurts every time. I love her and her pain is my pain. So I just hold her closer, whispering that it will be okay, because I sure as heck hope it will be. We all need it to be.

I don't know how long we were lost like that, finding comfort, safety and strength in the others arms. But we started to hear sobbing from the bathroom, I'm sure she was crying before but these forced sobs and her gasping for breath was getting worse by the second. We briefly looked at each other with fear evident on our faces and rush to the bathroom.