Lynx: A Callie Torres Story

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Jada woke up to Callie screaming her name from the kitchen. She was asleep on the couch, as the couple was watching a movie before Callie abruptly left to assist Natasha with some late night Lynx stuff.

She quickly looked at her phone. It was four in the morning. Callie had been gone for nearly six hours. "Jada!"

Jada bolted up when she heard the pain in Callie's voice. She was nervous as she ran to the kitchen. She had never heard anything come out of Callie like that. Her wife was clearly in a lot of pain and she heard the sense of needing in her voice as well.

"Baby what's wrong?" Jada called as she flew around the corner and into the kitchen. "Oh my gosh Callie!"

Callie propped herself up against the kitchen counter still wearing her Lynx suit. Her mask was on the counter and both hands were clutching a bleeding wound on her leg.

"I need a towel," she cried. "And my stuff from the bathroom."

Jada threw Callie the entire roll of paper towels next to the sink and bolted into the bathroom and into the closet where her wife kept her Lynx stuff. Rushing back with the box, Jada threw it to the floor and grabbed Callie.

"I think we need to go to the hospital," she stated.

Callie shook her head. "They're just going to do the same thing I'm going to."

Jada helped her limping wife over to the sink. Callie ripped off her gloves and threw them on the floor as she quickly washed her hands. Jada had to catch her from falling over from the blood loss.

"Baby, I really think you need to go to the hospital."

"No. Help me sit on the floor."

She slowly helped her wife down to sit on the kitchen floor. "Baby, what happened?"

"Natasha and I were busting some gangs," she answered, still in a lot of pain. "And one of them got me." Callie looked over to Jada. "I've been stabbed before. I'll be okay, it's just the shock of the adrenaline rush."

"How can I help you?"

Callie asked for her supplies. She had this stored in reach for times where she did come home from fighting crime with an injury. She handed Jada some gloves. "Help me cut around it please."

Jada started by slowly stretching the suit around the wound. That was another thing that fascinated her about the suit. The thing was so durable but yet Jada could rip it. She then took the scissors from her wife and began cutting away the suit.

"Cut as much as you need," Callie gasped as she gathered everything she needed. "Don't worry about ruining the suit I just have to program one of the ton that I have to the necklace."

When Jada was finished cutting, she held towels on the wound while Callie tied some rubber thing around her leg to help with the bleeding.

"Babe you've lost so much blood. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Jada questioned.

Callie nodded. "I'll be good, I just need to stitch this up."

"I don't know if I can watch you stitch your own leg babe."

"Okay, I'll be good. Thank you."

Jada playfully slapped Callie's shoulder. "I'm not leaving you here if that's what you're implying. I am just not going to watch."

Callie nodded again. "Okay."

She moved to sit beside her wife with her back to Callie's leg. Jada threw her own leg around Callie's waist to comfort her. "Let me know if I can get you something."

Although she wasn't watching, she could hear Callie stitching herself up and it was not a pleasant sound. "How can you do this?" Jada asked her, trying to cover up that nasty sound with her voice.

"I do it on patients all the time," Callie answered. "I know you don't like it, I'm almost done."

Jada was glad that Callie was a doctor. Because she would most likely be vomiting right now if she was still looking at the injury. She could handle a little bit, but not as much as Callie could.

"Can you grab me the sanitizers and the wipes?" Callie asked. "The stitches are done, I'm going to clean it up and wrap it."

Jada did as told and moved off her wife to look at the wound. "It doesn't look that bad now," she admitted upon assessing it. Callie had begun to clean it, leaving the only thing visible, the ugly black stitches.

"You're lucky you didn't see it close up earlier," Callie teased. "It went to the bone."

"Calliope!"

Callie grabbed a syringe from the box and stabbed herself with it. "Our special superhuman pain reliever," she teased.

Jada began to help her wife clean herself up. Again, Jada was glad that Callie was a doctor. Because there was no blood anywhere. She grabbed a trash bag for her wife to throw everything away. She finished with the rubber gloves.

"Can you help me up please?"

Jada grabbed her wife's hands and helped her to her feet. Callie was still moving gingerly on her left leg. "I need to shower."

"How are you going to shower with that?"

"I wrapped it with waterproof gauze," Callie replied. "Although I'm going to need you to help me so I don't fall."

"I can do that," Jada whispered, throwing Callie's left arm over her shoulder and helping her toward the stairs.