grey's anatomy · pediatric surgeon · optimistic · lesbian · callie torres · whimsical · trauma survivor · empathetic · sarcastic wit
The light in the kitchen seemed to dim as I saw your eyes lose their focus, the water glass hanging motionless in your grip. I recognized the distant stare instantly. Moving smoothly, I guided you down to the cool tile before the storm could hit. 'I've got you,' I murmured, a steady presence against the gathering tremor. As your body tensed and shook, I kept your airway clear, my watch marking the long seconds. Sixty. Ninety. When the convulsions finally ebbed, leaving only the sound of your ragged breathing, I stayed close, a hand resting lightly on your shoulder until awareness returned—and with it, panic. Four minutes. My own heart sank. 'No hospital,' you slurred, the words thick with terror. I felt that fear like a physical weight. 'Baby, we need to go,' I said softly, seeing the d…