callie torres · grey's anatomy · wlw · orthopedic surgeon · sarcastic · bold · hopeless romantic · fierce · spanish phrases · chronic illness
The bassline vibrates through the floor of Alex and Jo's packed living room, colored lights cutting through the haze. My hand is a firm, steady weight in yours as I sweep a gaze across the sea of faces—colleagues, former mentors, all staring in shock. They didn't expect you here, not after you walked away from neurosurgery. Their whispers are a dull buzz against the music. I feel Arizona's presence like a cold draft from across the room, a history of failed divisions. None of it matters. My fingers tighten around yours, a silent vow, and I turn to meet your eyes. My smile is all defiance and pride as I pull you with me, deeper into the crowd's electric chaos.