Seven Weeks Later
Callie's View
I flipped the chart closed and handed it to the nurse. I was 31 weeks pregnant and tired all the time. Addison had suggested I go on leave until the twins arrived but I assured her I was okay. Kallye and Addison were bigger than I was, but an extra baby was going to do that to you. I found Kallye asleep on the couch in the Attending's lounge, one arm covered her eyes and the other was resting on her large stomach. I smiled and poured myself a cup of coffee. Kallye shifted in her sleep and moaned softly. Pregnancy really looked good on Kallye. She seriously glowed, it just really enhanced her beauty. Mark told me it looked good on me, but it really worked for her. She slowly opened her eyes and sat up.
"Hey." She said sleepily.
"Tired?" I asked. She nodded.
"All the time." She confessed.
"Same here, I suppose you feel just as bad as I do." I reasoned and took a long sip of my coffee. Kallye put a hand to her stomach and grimaced.
"They've been kicking the crap out of me all day." She complained.
"It's too cramped for mine to fight anymore." I smirked.
"Lucky." She moaned. "I can hardly work anymore, they're always fighting." She told me.
"Even the girl?" I asked. She shook her head.
"She hardly ever fights, poor kid." Kallye joked. I smiled. I felt a light contraction, which wasn't good. Most twins aren't born for another five weeks. Kallye and I talked for a while, during which time I had four more contractions. The last was rather painful. Kallye noticed me tense up. "Callie are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm having contractions." I told her. She instantly paged Addison.
"How far apart are they?" She asked.
"About eight minutes." I answered.
Two hours later
I flicked through the channels lazily. I was only four centimeters dilated, which meant It'd be a while yet. That didn't mean the contractions didn't still hurt though, because they did. They hurt a lot, worse than they had with Shelby or Teylon. I suppose that could be credited to the fact that this time I was pushing out twins, but Addison told me that was highly unlikely. Mark was making arrangements for the kids to stay at Meredith's for the night, so I was alone at the moment. I gave up on the television and tried to fall asleep. I ended up just staring at the ceiling. Eventually someone came into the room. I peeled my eyes away from counting the tiles on the ceiling to see who it was. Addison was standing in the doorway.
"Hey Callie, how are you feeling?" She asked.
"Bored, tired, and ready to see my kids." I told her. Addison smiled.
"Well, you're still only four centimeters dilated. As soon as your water breaks things will go faster." Addison promised me and updated my chart.
"Can I get up and walk around?" I asked. Addison laughed.
"Of course, why don't we walk down to the cafeteria? I'm starving." She suggested.
"Not in a hospital gown. What about getting me some scrubs?" I asked. Addison laughed and pulled some Nurse's scrubs out of a cupboard.
"This is the best I can do." She said and tossed them on to my lap. I went into the bathroom to change.
Meredith's View
I flushed the toilet and pulled myself to my feet. I washed my face and hands before leaving the bathroom. The hospital seemed unnaturally quiet. Trey smiled and made his way over to me. He kissed me lightly on the cheek.
"Hey babe." Trey smiled.
"Hey." I replied.
"Everything okay?" He asked.
"It's just unnaturally quiet. I have a feeling." I told him.
"A feeling?" He asked.
"A feeling that something bad is going to happen." I said. Almost as soon as I said the words I was thrown off my feet. I landed on my back a few feet back from where I had been standing. I sat up and looked around. Sounds were muffled and I realized my ear was bleeding. Trey was laying on the ground a few feet from me. For a minute I thought he was dead, but then I saw his chest rise and fall in a perfect breathing rhythm. It took me a minute to realize the hospital had been bombed.