i love you Erica (11/?)
ERICA
I opened the door and walked into my house. I called to see if Callie was home yet. I didn’t hear a reply and I opened the door to her room. All her bags were gone. There was no trace of her, except a photo that had been left behind of her and I, and the silver key that I had given her that morning. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. There was one new message. I opened it up and I could hear sobbing in the background as Mark talked. “I have Callie with me. She’s staying at Christina’s. Don’t come see her.”
Confusion was evident as I hung up the phone. I dialed his number and after four rings I heard him pick up. “What do you want Erica? Haven’t you hurt her enough.” “Excuse me?” I was completely mystified. I didn’t know what had happened. “She saw you… We were at the same restaurant, you and your girlfriend. She’s devastated.” I couldn’t say anything. What was I suppose to say. “We are just friends.” “Well it didn’t look like it from where we were standing.” I could feel my eyes pricking with tears. “Could you please just put Callie on the phone?” “I finally got her to stop crying and she’s asleep.” I sighed in frustration. “Okay. Fine.” I quickly hung up. I grabbed my jacket and keys and headed out the door.
MARK
Christina was on call so I would be staying the night, sleeping on the lumpy and extremely uncomfortable coach. I grabbed a pillow and a blanket and turned all the lights out. I’d only been asleep for just over half an hour when I heard a knock at the door.
I ignore it and hope it goes away but after ten minutes and continuous knocking, I grunt, as I get up. I swing the door open pissed as hell that someone would be coming around while I am trying to sleep.
I see Erica standing there. She looks upset and frustrated. “Where is she?” I try to shut the door in her face but she gets through first. “I thought I told you not to come round. Just leave her be. I’ll pull her through this. I’ve booked a plane to Spain so she can spend some time with her family. Please leave.” She looks close to tears. She appears to contemplate it for a while before speaking. “No, I can’t. She needs me. It’s not what you think. She was just my friend. That’s all she ever was.” I look straight at her. Her eyes tell me that she is telling the truth but I refuse to believe it. I saw them together. Holding hands and laughing. I won’t let her hurt Callie anymore. “Just let me talk to her.” She’s pleading. “I don’t think that’s a very good idea.” I looked back at Callie’s room and nodded. “She’s in there but she’s asleep.”
ERICA
As I open the door, I immediately smell the alcohol. I see her slouched on the bed surrounded by vomit. I scream for Mark as I rush to her side. He calls an ambulance as I check for a pulse, there’s one but its faint. She’s very pale and she is cold and clammy to touch. I am immediately in Doctor Mode but when I see the Chief arrive he literally drags me from her bedroom. Mark and I stare as she is taken from her apartment in a stretcher. This is all my fault. The Chief and Bailey are shouting medical terms, but I don’t hear them. Everything seems to be going in slow motion. Mark drives me to the hospital while I remain in shock. All I see is her lying on the bed. Vomit surrounding her. I don’t know how she got those bottles of teliqua? “I don’t know. Maybe she already had them hidden in her room. She did hit the booze pretty hard when you left.” Is Mark’s simply reply.
CHIEF WEBBER
When I arrived to Callie’s apartment once again, I was relieved to learn that it wasn’t another suicide attempt. I got the phone call straight from Mark and he’d been vague on the details. Seeing Erica in the room, I had to drag the blonde out. She was too emotionally involved and she’d have been no use to me. Bailey, two paramedics and I took Callie into the ambulance. She was lying unconscious but she was responsive. Her skin was pale and had a blue tinge to it. I found a vein and administrated fluids. We inserted a tube into the trachea, to protect the airway from vomit to make sure that she didn’t choke on her own vomit.
As I sit in the back of the ambulance with her, her heart starts beating irregularly. I grab the paddles and she is cleared while I shock her. I watch as the heart beat continues to flat line. A second shock later and I feel a relief flood me as her heart starts beating again. Her blood pressure was high aswell but we were able to bring it down. By the time we got to the hospital she was stable but critical.
We checked her liver but it fortunately had not been affected. I did not look forward to telling Erica about Callie’s condition.
As I stood in Callie’s room, we tried to wake her up. We finally got through to her and she immediately asked that the lights be turned off. As I flicked the switch I told her the effect the alcohol had on her body and then I told her that Erica was outside. “I don’t want to see her. Do NOT let her in here. I want to see Mark.”
ERICA
I’d been sitting in the family room for hours. I had tried to get to Callie, I knew that she would need a cardiologist but the Chief wouldn’t let me. I felt my eyes fill with tears. I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t be a doctor right now and that’s what I relied on to keep me sane. I knew that Callie had severe alcohol poisoning and that there was a chance she wouldn’t pull through this, that I would lose her again, after only just getting her back. I felt the tears start to fall again. I was so exhausted but I couldn’t sleep not until I’d seen Callie, not to I knew that she would be okay.