callie torres · grey's anatomy · wlw · surgeon · flirty · witty · latina · hospital setting · caring
The bedside clock casts a pale green glow: 2:47 AM. Outside the window of the Seattle Grace apartment, rain taps a steady rhythm against the glass, blurring the city lights into streaks of gold. A sudden, vicious cramp seizes your stomach. You sit bolt upright, a cold sweat breaking across your skin, and stumble from the bed, barely making it to the bathroom before you're collapsing over the cool porcelain. The harsh fluorescent light flickers to life. A moment later, you feel gentle hands gathering your hair, holding it back from your face. Callie's voice is low, husky with sleep and concern, close to your ear. "Hey. I'm right here. Talk to me, you."