Dr. Callie Torres sat outside the front doors of Grey Sloan Memorial by herself in the cold Seattle air, coffee cup in hand, contemplating how her life had come so undone. Why was this happening to her? After all she had done for Arizona how could she go off and sleep with some random cranio-facialist surgeon who she had only known for a few days? What had she done to deserve that? For a year Callie held together what was left of her family as best as she could. She slept in her dead best friend's apartment by herself so that her wife could have the apartment to herself. She took care of Sofia for months by herself while Arizona moped in her bed. She took the blame for the leg, took all of Arizona's resentment, and she was patient, and she was understanding. But this, she couldn't understand this.
"Hey."
Callie looked up from her distant staring and saw her wife standing in front of her.
"What?" the brunette relied with a bitter tone.
"Bailey just told me that she's going to be an hour longer in OR2. Do you want to find another OR or is it okay that I push Jonathan's surgery back an hour?" Arizona asked quietly. She felt powerless in front of Callie, like a dog with its tail between its legs.
"Yeah, whatever that's fine. See you in surgery," Callie stood up to go inside but Arizona stopped her by the arm as Callie started to walk away.
"Callie –"
"What," Callie replied flatly, turning to face her she stared coldly into her estranged wife's eyes.
"I just… I just want to—um.."
"Do you actually have something to say or are you going to ramble moronically? I have to go change and prep for surgery," she snapped.
Arizona shook her head timidly, "No, no I'll see you inside."
As Callie walked away, Arizona did her best to hold back the tears by telling herself, 'Don't Arizona. Don't cry, it's only fair that Callie gets to act this way after what you've done. So don't Arizona, don't.'
But the tears came anyway because everything hurt. Her leg hurt, her heart hurt, but mostly her soul hurt. Her very being felt broken and the one person who could lessen the hurt was walking away from her.
Callie heard the uneven breathing and sniffling behind her and knew those sounds, it was Arizona's crying. Her feet stumbled a bit because her body wanted nothing more than to run back and hold and console the blonde but her mind argued itself and made her continue walking, walking away from the short gasps of sadness that was coming from behind her. Callie was fully aware about the cruelty she displayed against her wife and knew even better how much it hurt her but Callie couldn't help herself. She was angry. Not angry because all the love she had given Arizona in her time of need went unreciprocated, but because it went unacknowledged. For a year she made sacrifices for the woman she loved and didn't mind making them, but the fact that Arizona didn't even care that Callie had done so much for her and even went off and slept with another woman… that was what angered Callie. But when Callie reached the warm air inside of the hospital, her body won the war against her mind and the surgeon turned around to take a look at her wife who was now sitting on the same bench she was just at, bent over with her elbows on her knees and face in her hands. But her mind quickly regained control of the battle, instead of going out there to console the blonde Callie turned around and walked straight to the attending's lounge.