It had been a long day between her fight with Maya and then spending her entire day doing pro bono abortions which was emotionally exhausting. She knew it was important work, but she also found it stressful because these patients were stressed and scared and worried about their ability to receive proper health care.
While she had been doing them, Carina had been feeling off. Not because of her work, but her stomach just didn't feel well which she tried to write off as stress, but when someone walked by her with a particularly strong-smelling tray of food, she had booked it to the bathroom to be sick. She had cleaned herself up, but something in her just wasn't sitting right besides just her breakfast so she decided to go a blood draw and go a pregnancy test that way. It was much more accurate than the at home ones and had a much lower failure rate. She knew she was being silly, but she just wanted to be sure.
She went to the clinic opening and enjoyed her time with her friends while finding a discrete way to not drink more than half a sip of her champagne just in case. She got a little notification on her phone that her results were in from the test she ran earlier, which made her more than a little nervous.
She waited until she was alone to open them, tears immediately springing into her eyes when she saw the word POSITIVE next to the pregnancy line. She immediately tried to call her wife, the phone going straight to voice mail.
She figured Maya was likely at the house fire at Meredith's, but Carina decided that instead of going home, she would go to the station to wait. She was still furious at her wife, but this positive test was something she wanted to share. She gathered her things and headed to the station, finding it empty.
She peaked her head in the barn, noticing the trucks were out, but also spying a pair of turnouts on the ground and a red helmet with them. Her pulse increased a little was she walked over, noticing her wife's turnouts were there.
So Maya wasn't on the call and yet she was still ignoring her. Carina almost just walked out of the station, fury filling her body, but instead, that fury propelled her upstairs to look for her wife.
The first place she checked was the place Maya practically lived these days: the gym. She noticed it was dark and almost kept walking but as she went past the door, she noticed the outline of someone laying on the ground. Carina immediately dropped her things and ran into the gym, tears filling her eyes when she noticed it was Maya.
"Bambina," she whispered, wanting to touch her wife but having no idea what had happened so she didn't want to move her for fear of spinal injuries.
She quickly checked for a pulse, finding one quickly, noting that her wife was tachycardic which for someone like Maya who had a low heart rate in general was even more alarming.
"Help," she cried, having absolutely no idea if anyone was in the station, "Help. Someone, please help."
She didn't hear anyone so she pulled out her phone, totally unsure of who to call. Should she call 911? She was in a fire station. The people who should respond to that call weren't here. Just as she was about to dial anyway, she heard a noise from somewhere nearby.
"Help," she called again, despite for anyone to come and help her.
"What's going on?" Chief Ross asked as she walked into the gym, turning on the lights, gasping when she saw the scene in front of her.
"What happened?" the chief asked, kneeling down next to Carina.
"I don't know," the Italian said, "I came here to talk to her about something and I found her like this. She's unresponsive and tachycardic but she's breathing."
