Something Pleasant (1/1)
Title: Something Pleasant
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: on Sidebar
Summary: "You're my something pleasant."
Author's Note: Inspired by a procedure I had done last Monday that I needed anesthesia for. They told me to think of something pleasant, and I thought of someone.
It was a pretty routine ACL repair. Well, pretty routine for Dr. Calliope Torres…not so routine for her twenty-five year old patient, Noah Kingman, who was an avid snowboarder up until he tore his ACL jogging with his girlfriend. He hated jogging, that much he made clear.
Once they were in the OR, completely prepped, the anesthesiologist, after explaining what the anesthetic would do, while injecting it into his IV, said, “I want you to think of something pleasant. Focus on that image.”
He closed his eyes, and with a small smile on his face slipped into unconsciousness.
Callie didn’t have to ask to know what his something pleasant was. She smiled to herself at how absolutely lovesick her patient was, then carried on with her work.
Many hours later, Callie found herself walking up the steps to her apartment building once again. Opening the door to her apartment, she looked in to see Arizona cooking. Walking up behind her, she smiled.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey,” said Arizona, smiling brightly. Turning around, she embraced the other woman.
“Arizona?” She spoke into the blonde’s neck.
“Yeah?”
“You’re my something pleasant. I love you.”
“I love you too, Calliope. So much.” She couldn’t quite conjure up any better words to say.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Callie/Arizona
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: on Sidebar
Summary: "You're my something pleasant."
Author's Note: Inspired by a procedure I had done last Monday that I needed anesthesia for. They told me to think of something pleasant, and I thought of someone.
It was a pretty routine ACL repair. Well, pretty routine for Dr. Calliope Torres…not so routine for her twenty-five year old patient, Noah Kingman, who was an avid snowboarder up until he tore his ACL jogging with his girlfriend. He hated jogging, that much he made clear.
Once they were in the OR, completely prepped, the anesthesiologist, after explaining what the anesthetic would do, while injecting it into his IV, said, “I want you to think of something pleasant. Focus on that image.”
He closed his eyes, and with a small smile on his face slipped into unconsciousness.
Callie didn’t have to ask to know what his something pleasant was. She smiled to herself at how absolutely lovesick her patient was, then carried on with her work.
Many hours later, Callie found herself walking up the steps to her apartment building once again. Opening the door to her apartment, she looked in to see Arizona cooking. Walking up behind her, she smiled.
“Hey, you.”
“Hey,” said Arizona, smiling brightly. Turning around, she embraced the other woman.
“Arizona?” She spoke into the blonde’s neck.
“Yeah?”
“You’re my something pleasant. I love you.”
“I love you too, Calliope. So much.” She couldn’t quite conjure up any better words to say.