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Reader is an surgeon like Callie Torres and also her best friend. After an incident, she broke her leg and is on crutches, now need to go to therapy so she can walk again but Reader doesn't see an effect of the therapy and stops gounf there. Callie is worried overall because she noticed Reader getting quieter and almost depressed

For six weeks now you´ve been struggling with a multi-complicated fracture in your leg that you sustained in a serious car accident. It was only thanks to your best friend that you were able to keep your leg and your life since the artery had been injured by the femur and you almost bled to death at the scene of the incident.

Even if nothing else happened to you and you got off lightly, you bore even more scars in your heart than you looked on the outside and it weighed heavily on you. It wasn´t easy coming to terms with an accident that almost took your life and what was worse was the trauma that remained and the pain you felt with every panic attack that spread through your body when you went on the streets.

You knew that you had a support system through your friends that you could always turn to, however, it wasn´t easy for you and you started to turn away to deal with your pain on your own. But it ate you up inside more and more every day.

During the recovery, Callie had supported you and selected one of the best physiotherapists for you to help you learn to walk again and regain full mobility of your leg, but had indicated that it would be a long process; involved with dedication.

But that it would cost you the maximum amount of nerves and patience, she hadn´t told you.

Annoyed and almost pissed off by the situation and the little to no success of the therapy, you stopped in the middle of the last one and walked away. You were fed up with wasting your time on something that was useless anyway.

You lost the courage and hope to ever walk properly and you knew that you would be dependable on crutches forever. You would never be able to walk on your own again.

"You quit?!" the black-haired woman said between gritted and clenched teeth as she stormed into the lounge and slammed the door behind her. She remained standing by the door with both feet planted firmly on the floor as a sign that you had no chance of wriggling out of this conversation as she rolled up the sleeves of her doctor´s coat, angrily.

You sighed heavily before looking up from the file on the table at Callie with almost no emotion on your face. Inside, you were more than sad and hurt - strange thoughts swirled around in your head that you never had but you kept them secret, not wanting your best friend to worry. "Because it´s absolutely useless, Calliope. And I am so tired of fighting."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked you tensely, raising an eyebrow while crossing her arms over her chest. You swallowed hard for a moment, wondering if maybe you should have skipped the last sentence. "Nothing."

Callie bit her lip, not really believing you.

She had already noticed that you had changed after the accident. You had calmed down and there was nothing left of the otherwise open-minded and happy nature she had fallen for when she met you for the first time. Still and restless, skaky and thoughtful were the order of the day now and she was worried as hell for you.

"Y/n.." she tried to start, gently stroking her eyebrows a she slowly approached you. The black haired body fell onto the chair across from you and she looked at you intently. Her mouth had meanwhile formed into a straight line, thoughtful and not knowing how to begin. "It´s not nothing. Talk to me, I can´t see you like that anymore."

"I am fine."

Your gaze sank down and you closed your eyes, the thoughts that you had been able to suppress throughout the day now floating to the fore; trying to choke back your tears without success. As if a load was lifted from your shoulders, your body began to tremble.

With both hands your cupped the sides of your aching head and pulled it down to your knees before everything you had been trying to shut down and deal with on your own for weeks exploded out of you.

The sudden spasmodic crying from your direction alerted the ortho goddess and she jumped up from her seat and threw herself on her knees in front of you. She gently placed her hands on yours, which were still on your head, and pulled you closer to her chest. "Hey, hey, hey. Sweetheart."

Trying to soothe you with soft words of encouragement, you held this position for a while before your crying and whimpering stopped and you slowly pulled away from her. As your hands wiped the remaining tears from your face, her hand rested on one of your cheeks and her thumb stroked it gently. "Talk to me about what´s on your mind."

Like a switch that flipped in your head, your sadness turned to anger; not on your best friend but on yourself. Because you allowed feelings, you showed her how weak and vulnerable you were.

Clutching your crutches in each hand, you braced yourself on them and headed slowly for the door, leaving Callie alone, confused. But it was for the best for both of you, didn´t you feel like taking your feelings out on her.

"Babygirl.." she tried again but you cut her through the words. "I´ve learned not to talk about my feelings or problems. I keep them to myself because nobody can fix them! What are you going to do? Tell me it gets better? That you understand? I am tired and in pain. You can´t help me."

And with that, you slammed the door behind you and disappeared from the Grey Sloan Memorial.

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