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It's all coming back to me now - Sequel to A New Day

TITLE: It’s all coming back to me now

AUTHOR: sapphicwarrior

PAIRING: Callie/Erica of course, who else?

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SUMMARY: Erica’s thoughts during her coma and afterwards. So this is a sequel to A new day.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story is a sequel to A New Day, which is a sequel to One Last Time.

I am not aware of anything.  I think that I’m laying on a bed or something. It’s soft. Far away I hear a voice talking to me. It’s the same voice I have been hearing for a while now. The voice is familiar but I can’t say who it belongs to. I think the voice belongs to the face I keep seeing.  I see this beautiful Latina woman in my head. She’s truly gorgeous. She has long curly dark brown hair and the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes I have ever seen.  And when she smiles, it lights up her entire face and her eyes twinkle. Somehow I don’t think that she smiles that mega watt smile to just everyone.  I wish I could call out to her, she seems very nice.  I think she and I are good friends.


That makes me think about where I might be.  I remember that I am a doctor, a cardiothoracic surgeon, so I should know if I’m dead or alive, right? But I can hear her talking to me, so I don’t think I’m dead.  I must be in a coma then.


Damn, that really sucks as I know how hard it is to get out of a coma.  During the days she keeps talking to me and telling me about her life. She calls me baby and honey and says I love you numerous times.  I conclude we must have been more then friends. So I’m with a woman. Somehow that’s not a surprise to me.  And if I’m with her, then I definitely have good taste. Still I have no memory of her or us together.  I have no memory of my life at all, besides some short grasps now and then.  But I know that it is important for me to remember her, to remember us and I can’t go back to that lovely face before knowing that.


I treasure the times she talks to me.  When she is sleeping, it is too quiet for me, but then again it gives me time to try and remember her and remember my life.


One day I hear someone call her Callie. So that must be her name. I like that name, it’s beautiful, just like her. I’m so glad I finally know her name.  Some time later it hits me full force. She’s Dr. Calliope Iphigenia Torres, she’s an Orthopaedic Attending at Seattle Grace and she is or she was my girlfriend.


And then in one rush it’s all coming back to me: how our friendship started after an evening out at Joe’s, how we went out dancing and then went to sunrise yoga, how our friendship got closer and closer till Addison thought we were a couple, how you freaked out after that, how I kissed you in the elevator and how you kissed me back in the parking lot.  When I remember those kisses I know I have to do everything to get back to you.


I also remember the fight we had just before that car hit me.  I still have to tell you that I’m sorry for saying those awful things. 


I have to get back to you, but my head still hurts so much.  I wait a bit longer till the pain subsided and then one day I use all the strength I have to squeeze your hand.  I hear you crying from joy and I know that you have felt it. In my mind I picture your beautiful face. Tomorrow I will try to open my eyes to see your beautiful face again.


The next day when you are talking to me again, I use all my willpower to open my eyes.  It goes slowly. First it’s all foggy and I can’t really focus.  I try to open them up more and then I see you, your beautiful chocolate brown eyes and your beautiful smile just for me.  I try to say something but the words won’t come.


I open my eyes several times more that day. I know it makes you happy to see them, so I try my best to open them as much as possible. Each time you see my eyes, you cry and give me little kisses on the face.  I know you cry because you’re happy. When you kiss me, I get a strange feeling in my body, but it’s a nice feeling that I want over and over.


The next day I decide to try even harder and I croak out your name: “Callie.”

You completely lose control then and start sobbing.  You are holding your face in your hands. I wish I could touch you but I can’t move my arms too much.  Softly I call your name again and I try to motion you to come to me with my head. It works as you come to me and lay your head on my shoulder. I manage to put my arm around you and you cry out all the pain you have felt these last weeks. I stroke your beautiful curls and after a while you calm down.


Suddenly I remember I still have to apologize for our fight.  I croak out that I’m sorry.  But you reply saying that you love me and that you were stupid for ever doubting that.  I try to smile when you say you love me, but my lips are so dry that it hurts. You notice this and put a wet washcloth against them. I whisper “thank you.”


The next day when I wake up you are still there.  I feel much better already, much stronger.

“Hey, Callie”, I say to you.

You immediately look up from the book you’ve been reading.

“Hey baby” and she greets me with a kiss, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling fine. How are you?”


She looks bad, she definitely has lost weight.  The period I was in a coma must have been hard on her.  Which reminds me I still have to ask her how long I was in a coma.  She looks tired. I wonder if she went home at all.


“I’m okay now that you are awake again”, she replies.


She comes over and we hug for a while. It feels nice to hug her again.


“How long have I been out of it, Callie?”


“Seven weeks. You opened your eyes after seven weeks and two days”, she softly says.


I have been in a coma for seven whole weeks?  It’s a miracle I got out of it and that so far everything still seems to work fine.  She has been sitting her for seven weeks?  Oh my god, this must have been so hard on her. My heart breaks when I think about the pain she must have gone through. I should have tried harder to get back to her sooner. 

She must have guessed what I was thinking about because she starts soothing me and whispering sweet words to me.

“It’s okay baby, I knew you’d only come back when you felt ready.”


“You were here everyday.?”


She nodded.


“Everyday for seven weeks. Callie when did you go to work?”


When I see her face, I know she hasn’t been to work at all.  I understand as I probably would have done the same.  I ask her to read me my chart. I want to know what my injuries are. She reads them to me and it’s a miracle I survived. But I know I survived because I had my Callie to come back to.  My Callie who means the world to me. My Callie who I want to spend the rest of my life with.


My recovery is very long and very painful.  Physical therapy really pushes my limits.  But with Callie by my side I manage to pull through.  I asked her to do the physical therapy but she refused. She said she didn’t want to cause me more pain.  At that moment I didn’t understand it, I didn’t see physical therapy as causing more pain. But I know better now.  I’m thankful she refused.  She holds my hand when it gets too painful and I prefer her sitting next to me to comfort me when necessary. 


Derek also has me do exercises to train my brain again. I don’t really need them as Callie keeps reading medical journals to me and talking to me about procedures she’s done.  But I do them anyway. They keep me busy when Callie is at work and I do want to improve and get better fast.


After months in the hospital I’m released to go home. We never talked about it but Callie moves with me to take further care of me.  I long to go to work again.  I’m getting restless at home. So I start experimenting with recipes and each day when Callie gets home from the hospital, I made a new recipe.  And judging from her comments I can still be a Chef if I wouldn’t be able to go back to the hospital.


Then finally almost a year after the accident happened, I can go back to work. I still need a cane to walk with, but other then that I’m as good as new.  I feel like it’s my first day on my first job.  I’m so nervous. I haven’t been working as a doctor for almost a year. And even though I kept up to date about everything I’m still nervous I have forgotten stuff. Callie assures me that I have nothing to worry about, but I know that I’ll only believe that if the first day went by without any incidents.


Everyone is so glad to see me back and I am glad to be back.  My first day at work goes by without any incidents and I know then that the coma didn’t damage my brain. I am still one of the top cardiothoracic surgeons. Granted a bit rusty at the moment, but I’m getting there.


When Callie and I are cuddling on the sofa that evening I know that my life will never be more perfect then it is now.


And this really is THE END. Hope you all enjoyed!

Tags: callie/erica, fanfiction

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