miscommunications 24/32
Title:Miscommunications 24/42
Author: xxlostitxx
Pairing: callie/erica
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings.
Authors Note: Thank you to my wonderful beta Rachel. You have been fantastic : )
Chapter Twenty-Four
(Mark’s POV)
Hours into the night I heard someone knocking on the door. Fortunately Callie was a deep sleeper and hadn’t woken up. I rushed to the door and pulled it open to see Erica, upset and anxious. I pulled the door shut behind me and walked her away from the door.
“What are you doing here? I told you not to come.”
Her eyes were filling with tears. She looked exhausted. “I love her. Just let me see her please.” A tear escaped from her eye and I was taken back, having never seen Dr. Hahn emotional before.
“She’s asleep.” I told her.
“I just want to see her, please.” She sounded defeated.
I sighed unsure of what was best to do. “You can see her but you cannot wake her up, okay?” She nodded and I opened the door to my apartment.
She walked in behind me, heading towards the guestroom. “She’s on the sofa.” I whispered to her and she walked over to her. Tears fell from her eyes as she saw her sleeping peacefully.
(Erica’s POV)
I choked back a sob as I slowly reached out and moved a fallen curl from her eyes. She moved into my touch and I bent down and kissed her forehead slowly, letting a tear splash onto Callie’s cheek. “I love you.” I whispered to her. She sighed in her sleep, I placed another kiss on her forehead before turning telling her I loved her again and moving away from her. I needed to do that, hoping it wouldn’t be for the last time.
(Callie’s POV)
I woke up with a kink in my neck and groaned, falling off the couch. I looked around the room and through my foggy morning brain remembered everything that had happened. I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t.
I’d had my day of misery and now, now I just had to get over it, get over her but first I’d start with breakfast.
Mark had a guest room and that’s where I found my suitcase. I went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. About twenty minutes later I was eating my cereal, Mark walked in. “How are you?” He asked me sympathetically.
“I’m fine.” I picked up my bowl and threw away the rest of the cereal. I wasn’t really hungry.
“You’re shift doesn’t start for another hour, why don’t you go see Erica?” He asks me.
I immediately tense at her name but I won’t cry. “Actually I’m just going to go in early, I’m behind in my paperwork.”
He stands up as I’m standing clutching the sink. He puts his hand on me reassuringly. “I called Erica, last night. She said she didn’t cheat on you.”
I moved away from him. “I don’t want to talk about this. I just want to forget this ever happened. She ever happened.”
I arrive at work half an hour early. I checked the schedule and memorized all of Erica’s surgeries today. For the first time in my whole career I was happy that I only had one surgery scheduled for the day. I would only be operating for two hours and it fell into the same space as one of Erica’s surgery. Meaning she’d be operating at the same time I was and would be impossible to corner me.
Erica seemed to be wanting to make this as difficult for me as possible. Trying to corner me every chance she got.
(Erica’s POV)
I didn’t get any sleep last night after Mark’s phone call. I sat on the couch, I couldn’t go to bed, knowing that I was going to our bed and she wasn’t going to be there. I knew that my face was pale and my eyes were red and swollen. I didn’t bother with the small amount of make up I’d usually wear.
I stopped by Mark’s apartment but either no body was there or they wouldn’t let me in.
When I finally arrived at work I was frustrated that Callie only had one surgery and that there was no way that I would be able to corner her in it. I knew that she wasn’t going to want to talk to me but I had to try. I needed her, I needed my children as well. I didn’t want to lose all three for something that I hadn’t wanted to happen.