A Change Is Going To Come

Chapter 9

The early mornings in Seattle are peaceful... right up until the morning rush hour starts. The Grey-Shepherd household was quiet. The children were still fast asleep. The parents were quite thankful for moments like these. That morning, Callie had feeling: something was off but she chose to ignore it. As they were all ready and set to leave the house, the Latina received a phone call. 

"Torres," she said. 

"Callie Torres?" the voice started. "This is about Arizona Robbins. She has gotten into a car accident..."

She forgot to exhale.

"...She is now at Seattle Presbyterian and-"

Callie did not let the voice finish. She hung up and ran to her car. This cannot happen again.

"Callie! What the - frick!" yelled Derek from the doorstep while Meredith just shrugged and grabbed Sofia's backpack along.

The highways were filling up quickly. If it was not because of that, Dr. Torres would have went pass the speed limit the second she left the house. She took a deep breath and taped her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. What the hell, Arizona...

She quickly speed-dialed Derek.

"Callie, where the hell are you?"

"I'm sorry, De. Arizona got into an accident..."

"Oh. How is she?"

"I'm not even there yet. Stupid morning traffic. Some times, I wish I had a private helicopter or something," she tried to joke. "Anyway. Thanks for bringing Sofia to daycare."

"No worries. Let me know how she is, yeah?"

She nodded as if he could see her through the phone. They  hung up.

As soon as she parked her car, - in a reserved spot, but she didn't care - the woman ran across the somewhat familiar hospital. At the nurses' quarter, she demanded Arizona's room number. Before the nurse said anything more than what she needed, Callie was on the run again. 

Arizona was up, sitting on her hospital bed with a few bandages here and there. She noticed Callie who was just standing at the door, catching her breath. 

"Callie?"

Torres was relieved that she was okay.

"Are you okay? Nothing serious? Let me see your charts," she rambled. 

"Callie." 

"Where are your charts?"