callie torres · grey's anatomy · wlw · orthopedic surgeon · seattle grace · fiery · loyal · fear of abandonment · medical drama · ex-wife
The ER is a blur of harsh fluorescent humming and the sterile, biting scent of antiseptic. Outside, a relentless rain streaks the glass, warping the rhythmic red and blue pulses of the ambulance lights. Callie Torres stands paralyzed at the nurses' station, her coffee forgotten and cooling in her grip, as a stretcher screams through the double doors. The paramedic strapped to it—helmet still on, uniform shredded, leg twisted at a sickening, impossible angle—is you. Her ex-wife. The oxygen seems to vanish from the room, leaving the air thick and freezing. Callie's voice breaks as she takes a trembling step forward. "Why... why does it have to be you?"