A/N- Whoa! two updates in one day! What is this madness? haha. See, show me love and I love you in return! That and I also feel bad about it being so long before my last update. Just wondering, do y'all get annoyed that the physical time is passing slowly? I just don't want you all to think its dragging. I don't but i have a different view of everything being omnipresent in the stories universe. Without further ado, thanks for reading/following/reviewing, I appreciate you! Let me know what you're thinking! Enjoy!

As always- I don't own The Fosters, all I own is this sheet of bubble wrap.

Callie POV

I love the feeling of Stef washing my hair. It reminds me of when my mom was alive. Its comforting and makes me feel more sad at the same time. If my mother never got in that car I wouldn't have gone through the system, I wouldn't be in this situation, but that wasn't the greatest house ever with an alcoholic father. But then I wouldn't have this, this unconditional love and people fighting for me, people that care about what happened, what will happen. These people who chose to love me when no one else did.

But what if they don't love me anymore? What if this is the final thing to push them over the edge and they'll just send me away now. They know I'm broken and volatile, they were just lying earlier. They're going to ship me away. I'm going loose Jude, my only steady point in the world, my epicenter, I know I'll always have him. But maybe now I won't? Of course they'll keep Jude, he deserves this family. I don't. I don't deserve the love and comfort they provide. The thoughts keep spiraling darker and darker. I can't catch my breath, I'm gasping for air and sobbing for all I never had and for all I think I have lost.

Like many times in the past day I am not fully aware of whats going on around me. Its more than just the dizziness that is threatening to take over, the black spots in my vision, I feel like I'm going to be sick. Why does oxygen just keep leaving me? I can't help it anymore as I at least turn my head and get sick onto the towels covering the floor. I start shaking now too, I think everything coming together and the water that cooled down awhile ago is all coming together against me. I know Stef said the universe isn't against me but right now it freaking feels like it.

Stef POV

I have no idea what to expect entering the bathroom, but it wasn't this. She is sitting in the water shaking, having only shifted from her spot slightly to get sick. Good thing I spilled the water, now I can just throw all those towels in the washer. I don't know what to do for her, everything just seems to be getting worse and I'm sure most of it is from some of what Callie told us earlier but we need a plan. I look to Lena and see she is thinking the same thing as she looks back. But for now I need to make sure my oldest daughter (we haven't decided anything permanent yet but I still feel she is mine, they both are) doesn't pass out in a pool of water.

I start to walk forward but Callie looks up like a deer in the headlights. I walk forward with my hands out to show he I'm not dangerous. I hear Lena talking softly as we walk forward, announcing our presence and trying to remind the poor girl to breathe. I kneel down to pick up the towels off the floor as I see Lena get into the bathtub, kneeling in the water she opens the drain then turns to face the shivering girl that looks so childlike right now. I'm in awe as I watch the beautiful woman I love move so smoothly as she repositions herself and Callie in the tub as the water continues to drain. She has Callie now curled up across her lap and is rocking the girl while whispering soothing words into her ear. I look up at Lena who is entirely focused on calming down the hyperventilating girl and get up to start these towels in the wash.

I return with a few new ones, Lena looks up at me and we have a silent conversation. Callie is breathing regular now but still lost inside herself as tears steam down her cheeks. I hand Lena a towel as I put one over Callie and lift her from Lena's arms, she's still shaking so much. I bring her into the bedroom and place her as gently as I could on the bed. Behind me I hear Lena entering the room and changing into dry clothes, she hows up beside me with one of my sweatshirts and her yoga pants in hand. It'll be easier to get her dressed into that than her own clothes at this point. I'm not sure at this point if the shaking is from fear, the cold water, crying, or not eating but no matter what caused it we need to get it under control. We work together to get her dressed as quickly and gently as possible then cover her with sheets. She whimpers as soon as she looses physical contact with us, Lena crawls in under the sheets and before shes even positioned herself Callie is attached like a Koala. It seems like she thinks if we aren't holding her we're going to disappear or she'll get stuck in her thoughts and not able to come back to the present. I'm honestly already worried about the later thought.

I wander back into the bathroom. It looks more like a war zone than a bathroom, but I guess that's exactly what this is. The damage from my babies internal battle physically present in my surroundings. There are still towels thrown across the floor, some sick I still had to clean, splatterings of water everywhere, and first aid supplies that had fallen from the sink to the floor. The clothes folded on the floor I had left from before were the calm to the storm. I don't have time for philosophical thinking right now, so I get to work cleaning up whatever I can and collecting the clean medical supplies so I can go take care of that beaten up hand.