CALLIE'S POV.

I used to love this hospital, but now I am sitting in this dark closet, on my own, crying my heart out for something I'll never be able to defeat. What's wrong ? Why can't we understand what's happening ? I just wish I could spend my whole life here, pretending nothing was wrong. My pager goes off, making me come back to reality. It's Owen, what could he possibly want right now ? I slowly stand up and try to fix my make up, I need to look at least like a normal person, not a destroyed, weak animal. I open the door and face the real world, knowing Owen's news will probably shatter my heart. I see him waiting for me in front of his office. He opens the door for me and invites me to sit in the chair in front of his desk.

"The results came in." He says, trying to look at me. I see panic in his eyes and I'm not sure what to expect.

"And ?" I ask. I can hear terror in my voice, but I'm trying to stay calm.

"It's juvenile myelomonocytic leukemia," he sighs "I'm sorry, Callie."

My heart stops, my body freezes, but my tears never stop from falling. I understand now why he made me sit in this chair, because I feel like passing out in any minute. Being a doctor right now is a curse, because I perfectly know what he's talking about. "What..." I stammer. "W-w-what am I supposed to do now ?" I do know what I should do, but it makes me want to vomit.

"Call her.

She'll know what to do. But, Owen, don't tell her it's my son. Just tell her that it's an interesting case of JMML, she'll surely want to see it."

I get up and leave Owen's office, I need to see my baby. When I get to his room, he's sleeping. I sit down next to him and grab his hand.

"Don't worry, baby... It'll be fine. You'll be fine." I spend the rest of the night like this, holding my son's hand, waiting for him to wake up. I don't know what to say, I don't know how to react, he's my child. I need to talk to Mark and tell him everything.

"Mami. Me hungry."

"I'll have the nurses get you something, alright ?" I look at him, he can't even keep his eyes open.

"Ok... Me sleepy."

"You'll eat something and then you'll go back to sleep honey, don't worry." I wish I could stop crying, but looking at him makes this even harder to accept and to understand. I get up and talk to the nurses, begging them to give him something nice for dinner. In peds they normally try to make the kids as comfortable as they could possibly be, so I hope he'll be satisfied with his dinner tonight.

"Can you please page doctor Sloan ?" I ask the nurse. "I got our son's results back."

"Sure." The nurse looks at me, unsure how to react. She knows that the results destoryed me, she can probably see it in my eyes. I'm not trying to hide my feelings, there's no need to. After a few moments I see Mark running towards me. He hugs me for a few seconds before asking :

"This can't be good."

"He has JMML." I say. "Our son has leukemia."

He stares at me, unable to talk. He turns to his left to look at our child sleeping in his bed. "No... It... It can't be JMML." He's starting to cry as well. I don't know how we'll survive this, we can't lose our child.

"It is." I sigh. "Mark we need the best doctor we could possibly have to save him."

"Robbins." He whispers. "Are you sure ?"

"I already made Owen call her. He needs the best, she's the best." He hugs me again and we silently spend the rest of the night watching our son sleeping.

ARIZONA'S POV.

I left early this morning to go to Seattle, Owen called me last night for a consult. I have an appointment with him at around ten a.m this morning to see the child and decide whether I can help him or not. After our appointment I have to see Alex for lunch and I'm wondering why they decided to call me. Callie and I have had problems and we haven't talked since the day I left, so I believe she's at some congress or something. I'm curious to know what happened to her within all these years. When I get to the hospital, I start getting scared. The last time I was here was six years ago and I left without looking back, I believe most of the people in here hate me. I walk to the elevators and wait for a while before going to Owen's office. I perfectly know where it's situated but I'm kinda scared I might see Callie somewhere. When I finally get there, I knock on the door.

"Come in."

I gently open the door and smile at Owen. "Hi !"

He gets up to hug me. "Arizona ! You look amazing."

I smile at him. "Thank you, you too !" We sit down and start talking about random stuff. After a while, he eventually decides to hand me the child's medical records.

"So, we're talking about leukemia." I state.

He nods. "Don't open it yet." He tells me. I slowly place the child's medical records on his desk and look at him, waiting for an explanation. "This child is like family here. He is two of our doctors' child."

I grab the chart and open it, to find the child's name on the first page. "Mateo Torr... Mateo Torres." I say. "Callie ?"

He nods and I almost choke. "He's Callie's son ? You called me because Callie's son has JMML ?!" I can't believe this is really happening.

I frantically leaf through his medical records to understand what happened to him and how severe his leukemia is. "Oh shit, Owen." I whisper. "This is huge. I need to see the child, visit him and run some more tests."