"Take them and go" He looks at the bandages and then he looks behind Callie. A flash of recognition crosses his face. She was a surgeon. An arrogant surgeon. She was talking about how she was so great at surgery. He shakes his hand ridding himself of the packages laid over his weapon. He looks at the gun.
Arizona looked up to see what was happening, praying that he had left.
"You're a surgeon?" He asks. Arizona looks at him and nods. Tightening her grip on Ruby.
He raises his gun.
"Wait!" She raises her hands and motions to stop "S-She's a baby surgeon... THE best baby surgeon in the country. She gives kids back their lives. They come in here sick and she sends them home to play sport or music so they can grow up to be firemen and princesses. She performs miracles. She makes them smile." She inhales sharply as she closes her eyelids for a second, picturing the blonde behind her "Don't. Don't do what you are thinking, please? Mr. Clark, I - I'm- I'm a surgeon too. See we have the same scrubs on. I fix bones. She fixes little people and gives them their lives. I - I just fix bones."
He looks at her a little before his aim changes and he stills. Callie closes her eyes tightly, tears escaping her eyes. Her thoughts are torn between the blonde behind her and the God she has prayed to all her life.
The gun goes off. Arizona automatically covers the girl in her care, but her thoughts were across the room.
"Calliope." She sobs.
Arizona turns back around to see him walking out the door. She gets up and moves over to the brunette as quick as she can.
"That was stupid. Callie. Really. Really stupid." She starts looking over the wound. Callie groans in pain unable to say anything.
"Oh my god. This is bad. This is very - Cal, Calliope Torres you keep those eyes open!" The fear evident in her voice now.
"It hurts." She manages to utter.
"If you don't keep those eyes open... I don't think you'll wake up. Please try." As if her words were not enough to convey her fear, it was written over her face, with every line and crease indicating that Arizona Robbins was beyond fearful.
"Ok."
"Ok... Because we won't be able to get that house and fill it up if you don't keeps your eyes open. We won't be able to have a baby girl that looks just like you. Ok we won't have that if you don't stay awake." She tries to smile. She tries to give Callie hope. To give her something to live for. If having a child with her would mean that it didn't end like this, she would have a whole soccor team.
"I wanted. Dimples. Curls. Blue eyes." A feint smile appears on Callie's lips.
"We can have that too. Please just stay. Please."
"I'm dying."
"No! No! You aren't!"
"Worst. Liar. Ever." She manages a chuckle before cringing pain. Followed by a cough that causes red spray to fill the air.
"Please, please try and stay with me."
"I love you."
"Then fight Cal, don't leave me. Please? I love you and our two little girls and our big house. Don't go. Please. I'm sorry I said those things. I'm sorry that I didn't let ... We'd be in Fiji. If I said we'd have kids we'd be in Fiji."
"No. Ari. No."
Arizona tried to block those thoughts out, by moving into action. She tried harder to contain the bleeding.
"You're losing too much blood. I can't stop it."
The brunette nods slightly.
"I'm so sorry."
"It's ok." her eyes fluttered closed.
"Stay. Stay. Calliope. Callie? Wake up. Please wake up."
Arizona Robbins sat on the floor beside her begging her, willing her to wake up.
She never did.