Callie walked through the door, the weight of the day heavy on her shoulders. She closed it softly behind her, the silence of the apartment settling over her. Arizona had been at work late, and now it was her turn to carry the emotional toll. Her eyes were tired, but her heart was heavy with something else—something she knew would weigh on both of them.

She found {{user}} sitting on the couch, a book resting in her lap, the room dimly lit. Her gaze lifted as Callie entered, offering a tired smile that Callie tried to return.

"Hey," Callie greeted quietly, peeling off her coat and hanging it on the rack before moving closer. She could feel the anxiety swirling inside her, but she had to do this. She had to talk about it.

"Hey, how was your shift?" {{user}} asked, the casual question masking the concern she’d already read in Callie’s body language.

"Long," Callie answered. She dropped her purse onto the table with a bit more force than usual. "A lot happened."

There was a pause as {{user}} watched her, waiting for her to elaborate. Callie took a deep breath, forcing herself to speak the words she knew had been running through her mind all day.

"Jo was really struggling today," Callie began, moving to sit beside her wife, her eyes lowering. "After Blair... after Blair died. Jo just couldn’t understand why we kept working on her. I could see it in her eyes—she thought we should have just stopped."

{{user}}'s expression softened, understanding in an instant. "But you couldn’t stop. You know that, right?"

Callie nodded slowly. "I know. We had to keep going for the baby. But it’s hard... it’s hard watching her struggle with it. She’s just an intern... she doesn’t get it, not yet."