Breathing out a sigh, Callie felt an unwavering weight pull at her eyelids. She was exhausted. It had been three days since she had a decent night of sleep, and she wasn't sure if she would ever be able to sleep peacefully again. She looked down at her phone screen; it blinked 3:34 AM.

Arizona picked up her pager letting out a groan. She already knew that an inevitable trip to the hospital would follow the loud beeping. Attempting to blink herself awake, her hand blindly searched for her pants on the ground. Throwing on what she thought was her shirt, she looked down to find herself dressed in the too small top that belonged the woman snoring next to her. She let out another loud groan as she threw the shirt off, cursing at herself for being a doctor.

Despite the late night, 3 AM calls however Arizona knew she would never trade-in her career.

"Karev, what's going on? You paged me 911" She looked at the tired resident that stood in front of her. He was frantically flipping through charts—an obvious habit of sleep deprivation.

"There was a collision. Sedan vs semi. The winner is obvious. A little girl was in the backseat, barely a year old, massive head and internal trauma. She has broken bones and a punctured lung." Arizona's heart dropped at the news. There just had to be a baby girl in the backseat. This little girl hadn't even begun to experience the world, and she probably wouldn't.

"Okay. Book it to the OR, scrub in. We are going to need Teddy for cardio consult, Shepherd for neuro, and page Grey for backup. We are working on a very time-sensitive clock here!" She ran to the scrub room, all the while thinking that this little girl would need a miracle to survive.

"DR. TORRES….DR. TORRES CAN YOU HEAR ME?" Callie blinked at the piercingly bright light that blinded her vision. Reality slapped her across the face in one quick strike.

"Dr. Torres, we need you to remain calm. You have been in an accident, and we need to examine you."

What happened. She was lying down on a bed. She was in a hospital, but not the one she knew. They had been driving in a car…a rental car…. There was a flash of lights and now she was here…..oh god, Sofia was in the back seat. Where was Sofia now?

Panic began to set in and Callie jolted up with the rush of emotions that stung her. She needed to find her baby, she needed to see her baby.

"Where is my baby?! WHERE IS MY BABY?!" She began to yell and her mind spiraled into hysterics. Sofia was just a year old. She needed to know if her baby was alive. Her sweet, happy baby that loved to nuzzle into her neck before a nap. Her baby that giggled at a game of peek-a-boo. Her baby that made eating green, split pea, gunk look cute. Her baby.

The pain that ached at her side didn't stop Callie from trying to get off the hospital bed.

"Dr. Torres, you need to calm down. Your baby is with one of the country's greatest pediatric surgeons. Once you have been examined, you can go see her." The doctors tried to restrain the hysterical patient.

Callie's eyes began to sting as she felt tears burn her face. Why wouldn't these people let her see her baby? She needed to help her baby. As she continued to struggle free, a rush of pain shot to her head. Her eyes rolled back and her body into shock.

"SHE'S CODING."