Two Hearts.. One Beat
Chapter 5
How many times can I break till I shatter?
Over the line can't define what I'm after
I always turn the car around
Give me a break let me make my own pattern
All that it takes is some time but I'm shattered
I always turn the car around
Erica's POV
"Damnit Yang." I quickly rushed towards her as she wheeled the gurney just a little too slow for my taste. "The woman is laying on the ground not breathing and you are walking around as if nothing was going on."
"Dr. Hahn.. I didn't" Christina began as her eyes travelled towards Callie's lifeless body laying on the cold tile. Christina's heart soon felt like the tile. "Oh God..that's..."
"Yang, seriously get your ass to moving. We can't mess around right now. Get in the doctor mode. I need your help to save this woman's life. I have no idea what is going on with her right now." I knelt down beside Callie's body and carefully picked her up. I laid her body onto the gurney and strapped her in as quickly as I could. Callie.. come on. Fight whatever this... You have to. My thoughts were interrupted as Chief Webber came running by my side.
"What in the hell happened?" He frantically removed his stethoscope and placed it on her chest. "How long has she been out?"
"A few minutes if even that. I have no idea what happened. We were talking and next thing I know, she hits the floor." I ran my hand through my hair and then helped the Chief and Christina rush the gurney to the nearest room. I noticed the blood started to come out of the gash on her head more freely. Damnit. I removed my polka-dotted surgical cap from my pocket. Without thinking twice, I applied pressure to her forehead trying to stop the pressure.
"Yang, does she have allergies?"
"How should I know?"
Webster was performing CPR when Derek, Izzie, and Meredith ran in. "Hey, what happened to New Girl?" Izzie questioned.
"Do you want to get fired today?" I snapped. "And for the love of God, somebody find out what she's allergic to!"
"What did I do? I just asked.." Izzie began. Typical whinning of hers.
"Stevens. I don't want to hear your damn mouth open anymore. If you are going to be in here, help us get this woman back to life. Do you understand me?"
Izzie, Derek, and Meredith stood there speechless.
"Fuck.. Chief.. Seriously? This is all you got at this hospital. Mercy West. Please tell me why I left there... I should have just..." I was clearly ranting when I heard the words I've been dying to hear the past five minutes.
"We got a heartbeat. I need oxygen now. I want every test ran on Dr. Torres to see why she passed out. Does anyone know of anything that she had going on?"
"She is new. No one knows anything on her." Meredith stated as she placed the oxygen tube over her nose. "Come on Callie.. hang in there for us."
"What in the hell happened to Callie?"
I couldn't help but grown at the sound of Mark Sloan's voice. He aggravates me. And what gives him the right to call her Callie? "Dr.Torres passed out in the lobby."
"Is she okay?" He nearly tripped over the wires to the machines trying to get to her side. "Is she going to be okay? What happened?"
"Sloan, either calm down or get out of here. We don't have time to be answering your questions. If you can't work in here because you obviously have a crush on her, then please get out. I can handle this." I snapped at him. I knew I'd be receiving a talk from the Chief about my attitude.
"No. I'm fine. Stevens, come over here and assist me with stitching up her cut." He removed my polka dotted surgery cap from the cut and whistled. "What in the hell did she hit? It's deep. And it's bleeding like crazy. Does she take blood thinners?"
"Sloan, do you honestly think we know? You're the one who has been stalking the girl... maybe you know something." I snarled at him not even realizing the words came out of my mouth the way they did.
His trademark smirk formed on his perfect lips. "You sound jealous Dr.Hahn. Would you be interested in knowing that Callie and I went out for drinks.. and we danced.. our bodies grinding..."
"You two shut the hell up and focus on your jobs!" Chief Webber yelled out jerking his bloody gloves off his hand. As he made his way out of the room, he threw his gloves in the trash.
Thank God he stopped Sloan from telling more about his night with Callie. I mean it's not like I care. Hell I could care less. I don't even like Callie. I can't stand Callie Torres. With her seductive voice. Her perfect locks. That gorgeous smile she has. I don't like it. I don't like anything about her. She can go back to California for all I care. It wouldn't bother me one bit. Hearing a cough escape her lips, I abruptly snapped out of my thoughts and focused primarly on her. Even though I don't care about her, I need to focus on her. She is my patient. Sort of.
"You passed out in the hallway," I told her briskly.
"And we thank you," Sloan jumped in. "It's the most excitement we've had all day. This place is dead today." He help up his hands when Hahn glared at him. "Oh, come on! I can't do hospital related jokes?"
"I can fire you too, you know. Don't think I won't."
"You're not my boss."
"I'll get Webber or Bailey to fire you. Bailey hates you. She'll do it."
Callie coughed. "You two really need to work on your patient care."
I tried not to smile. She isn't funny. I don't smile at any of my co-workers little jokes. Especially not the ones who know exactly what to say to me to piss me off. "Well thanks for the hint Dr. Torres, but right now we need to find out why you passed out. Do you have any conditions that could cause that? Your blood was extremely low. We need.."
"I'm a diabetic."
I eyed her suspiciously. "And that caused you to pass out?"
"My sugar can get low or high at any time. I'm fine. I can go. There is no point of keeping me here. It happens all the time."
"You pass out all the time and you think nothing of it? It's normal to you. You damn California people. Grey, check her blood sugar. If it is low, we need to get it back to normal. There are some glucose tablets in the med cart if you need to use them. Do not let her leave. She will be admitted and if tomorrow she looks any better then we will decide on letting her be discharged."
Callie struggled to a sitting position. "I think I know a little bit more about my life than you."
"Hard to tell," I snapped.
Sloan was checking over Callie's EEG. "Everything looks fine, Hahn."
"Well, she's not. Sloan, she passed out. She might have a concussion."
"Fuck, Erica. I'm fine. End of discussion. I refuse to allow anymore of your damn tests be done on me. I told you I'm okay. I know when I am okay." Callie stared directly at me as she ripped her IV out of her arm. She grabbed the nearest gauze and applied pressure to the vein. "Now let me up. I'm going home. I have a surgery in the morning."
I stood there stunned as Callie walked out of the room. Obviously from the looks on everyone else, they were just as stunned.
"Well.. damn. How in the hell did she rip that of her arm without flincing?" Mark asked. "I like her even more now. Can you just imagine how rough she could be in bed?"
For once in my life, I didn't roll my eyes at Mark's perverted comment. My eyes were still locked on the door that Callie had walked out of. I've never been so curious about someone in my entire life. Callie Torres was hiding something. I don't know what it is, but I plan on finding out. I will find out.
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