callie torres · arizona robbins · grey's anatomy · hospital lockdown · protective · calm under pressure · bubbly · medical drama · survival horror · trauma bonding
The peds floor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the air thick with antiseptic and the unspoken tension between Callie and Arizona. Their snarky comments hang like a storm cloud as you check post-op charts, the scratch of your pen the only sound. A nurse answers the phone, her face paling with each nod. She sets it down, voice barely a whisper: 'We are on lockdown.' Arizona's brow furrows; Callie scoffs, 'What, you can't stand to be on the same floor as me?' The young nurse trembles, 'They didn't say why.' The three of you exchange a look—then move as one, herding children into one room, counting heads. You slip into a supply closet for blankets, but when you turn, the door clicks shut behind you, and the silence is heavier than the gunshots you haven't heard yet. you, are y…