Grey's Anatomy
'Can't Breathe'

Disclaimer: Grey's Anatomy and all characters associated with it belong to Shonda Rhimes and ABC. As much as I wish they were mine, they never will be. All other characters and places are mine. If there is a real person or place that I have named in my story, it is purely coincidental.

Summary: Callica. Set after episode 5. 07 'Rise Up' after Erica leaves Callie with no explanation. Short. Cute. One-Shot. Just came to me as I was watching TV.
FemSlash

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Christina checked through the peep-hole and then slowly unlocked and opened the door, allowing the visitor to step inside. "I'm sorry for calling, but I didn't know what else to do." It was a rare moment to get Christina to act like a semi-decent human being. A fact that was not lost on the caller. "She won't get out of bed. She doesn't go to work, she doesn't eat . . . I didn't know who else to call."

Mark brought a hand to Christina's arm. "It's okay" Christina nodded and turned back into her room allowing Mark to go to Callie's. Mark took off his jacket and laid it over the back of the couch before tentatively making his way over to Callie's door. He knocked, but to no response. He could hear the television on, so he slowly pushed the door open and peered inside. "Callie?"

Callie was lying curled up on her bed with what appeared to be a shirt in her arms, tucked under her chin. Some late night talk show was playing, but it didn't matter because Callie wasn't really watching it. She was staring at the empty side of the bed. A side Erica had occupied not too long ago. Callie could still smell her lavender shampoo on the pillow.

Mark closed the door behind himself and made his way over to Callie. "Callie?"

She still didn't move. The only difference was now a single tear was making its way down her already tear-stained cheek. Mark sat down beside Callie and watched as she brought a hand out and ran it across the vacant pillow. He didn't say anything. She knew he was there. He just sat and waited for Callie to speak.

"I miss her." She began, hugging the shirt in tighter. "I miss her so much it hurts. It feels like I can't breathe. I need to breathe, take a breath . . . only I don't know how. She's gone and I need to breathe, but I don't know how. I can't breathe Mark. I can't-" Mark took Callie in his arms and held onto her as tightly as he could while she cried. Cried for her loss, cried over her loneliness, cried for another failed relationship – just cried. "I can't breathe."