Stitches of Survival

I Must Have Lost It on the Wind

Chapter Forty-Four: I Must Have Lost It on the Wind

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"What if-- What-- What if she runs off with our baby? I mean, what if-- What if she does drugs?" Callie asked as she, Arizona, and I walked down the hall together, coffees grasped tightly in each of our hands. "What-- What if-- What if she doesn't eat right? W-What if she forgets her prenatals?"

"Last night, you were all for a surrogate," Arizona said. "What changed?"

"No-- Nothing. I just-- I-- I was brushing my teeth this morning, and I saw my scar in the mirror," Callie sighed. "I was pregnant with Sofia when that accident happened. Me. Even I couldn't protect our unborn child. How can we put that kind of trust in someone we don't even know?"

"Sofia's fine," Arizona reminded her. "You know, it was a freak accident."

"She's right," I nodded in agreement. "Look at me. I had a panic attack when I was pregnant with Melinda and had to be hospitalized, but Mellie's fine, just like Sofia."

"There's no reason to think that that's gonna happen--" Arizona began.

"Excuse me, out of the way, please." Owen yelled as he rushed past us, running towards the stairs. "Patient downstairs. We need more hands! Let's move!"

"Okay," Callie said as we all abandoned our coffees on the nearest counter and hurried after him. We all took the steps two at a time and rushed towards the exit

"We're stuck! Over here!" I could just barely make out the yells over the wind once we got outside. My eyes widened at the scene in front of me, a gurney was sticking out of the roof of a car. "Someone help! Oh, my God! somebody, anyone! Somebody, please!"

"Shit," I swore as we all rushed towards the car.

"Help us!" A man yelled from inside.

"Just hang in there," Owen told them as he and Arizona tried to pry the passenger door open while Callie and I worked on the driver's door, but they wouldn't budge. "We're gonna get you out of there."

"This door's jammed!" Callie yelled.

"It really hurts," the guy said. "Is that normal?"

"Nothing about this is normal!" A girl snapped from inside.

"Dave, is that you?" Callie looked in through the back window. "I think that's Dave Oldyord in there."

"What, you know him?" Owen asked as Callie and I made our way back over to their side of the car.

"Yeah, stage two osteosarcoma patient," Arizona nodded, recognizing the name herself. "He's due for his next round of chemo in like an hour. Dave, what are you doing in there? Are you all right?"

"My head hurts when I move it," Dave told us.

"Don't move your head!" All four of us ordered.

"All right, just hang in there, Dave," Callie told him. "Let me get a closer look."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" The girl yelled as Callie stuck her head in through the open back window.

"Everything okay?" Owen asked when Callie pulled her head back out, her eyes wide.

"Yeah-- no," Callie shook her head. "They're sitting in each others' laps with no pants. Why aren't you wearing any pants?!"

"Well, I'll give you one little guess," Arizona joked as Wilson joined us.