Callie POV

"Calliope, say something." Arizona said to me. I felt numb. I have never felt this way before. My heartbeat hurts. I can barely breathe. My palms are sweaty and my mind is racing. Lauren Boswell. The woman my wife found refuge in. The fact that she cheated isn't what's killing me. It's the fact she confided her time, love, and sensuality into another woman in such a passionate act is what has me blowing smoke through my ears.

"Arizona, I'm tired. It's been a long day." I can't think about her or Lauren right now. I'm trying to find less depressing thoughts but the rain outside and thunder are making it quite difficult. "I'm gonna try to get some sleep."

"But we need to talk." Arizona's eyes were pleading with me. Those weren't the eyes I had married neither was the woman sitting before me. This was a stranger.

"That's what I've been trying to do for the last seven months. I'm done talking. Like I said I'm going to get some sleep." I could feel one of my migraines coming on. I had been getting them more frequently for a while.

"Callie, you're scaring me. Are you even mad?" How naïve must she be? I'm mad beyond hell. I don't know what I want to do now. I'm trying not to say anything I'll regret later but Arizona is pushing my buttons.

"Yes. I am mad. I am tired. For the last time, I'm going to sleep." I got the pillow and sheet off the nearest cot and started towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Arizona was trying to speak through her tears. Why was she the one crying? She isn't the one whose trust had been betrayed.

"Why are you crying?"

"I want you to be mad. I want you to show me that you care I cheated. You acting this calm and collected is driving me crazy. I want you to be the feisty and passionate Latina I married."

"I don't care what you want." I opened the door and walked out of the on-call room. Even though I took the pillow and sheet, I don't plan on getting any sleep. I walked around the corner. Dr. Boswell bumped into me.

"Dr. Torres. I'm sorry." She didn't look me in the eyes as if she was scared.

"For what? Bumping into me or being the woman Arizona cheated on me with? Either way it's not your fault so take your sorry and sweeten your coffee with it because I could do without it." I started to walk away.

"It wasn't her fault." I turned around. Whose fault was it then?

"Did you put a gun to her head and tell her to take off her clothes?" I asked.

"No, I didn't."

"So she had some fault in it. I'm tired of excusing Arizona. That's your responsibility now. By the power vested in me, I pronounce you mistress and amputee. Good night, Dr. Boswell."

I kept walking to no place whatsoever. I needed to clear my head. The words I had said to Dr. Boswell were harsh but I wanted her to feel some pain on an emotional level. I don't know why I'm mad at Lauren she isn't my wife. But neither is Arizona. Not anymore.

Miranda was walking past me really fast like there was an emergency. I wanted to ask what was wrong but it was probably nothing. Alex was standing at the desk looking at a kid's chart when he heard my footsteps and turned around.

"Callie." He looked me in the eyes. I could tell by the pity that he knew. He knew Arizona had done what she did.

"Alex." I looked him back in the eyes. I never really confided in Alex. He wasn't my "go to." Mark was and now that he's gone I have no idea what to do. Do I cry? Do I beat Lauren? Do I forgive Arizona? Do I leave? Do I stay?

"I know she didn't but remember your vows."

"Vete a la mierda mis votos."

"She cheated. So what? What are you going to do now? Now that you know. She gave herself to someone else because she felt she couldn't give herself to you. I'm not saying what she did was right but she's hurting too."

"Maybe ten minutes ago that would've mattered but it doesn't now. I don't care. I'm tired of her excuses. She treats me like dirt and I forgive her. I have no forgiveness left."

"You weren't on the plane, Callie."

"Neither were you."

"I was supposed to be. If I hadn't told her I was going to Hopkins, she wouldn't have gotten on the plane. I would've have sat in that same seat and lost my leg."

"No one forced her on that plane."

"She is still your wife."

"Is she?" I couldn't deal with Alex right now not the poster boy for sleeping with ALL the interns. I started to walk past Karev but turned around. All of a sudden I wanted to go outside.

I walked through the doors. Owen was with three medics rolling in some guy with what looked like a couples of broken bones and minor burns. Both his legs looked like spaghetti. I knew Owen was going to ask me to scrub in and help repair his legs but I was getting out of this hospital.

"Torres. We're going to O.R. Three. Meet us there. We've got two shattered legs." I continued to walk past them into the rain. "TORRES, where are you going?"

"I'm off duty." Twelve minutes ago I punched out.

"It's raining and the streets are flooded. Come back, that's an order."

"Owen, I quit." I was finally in the rain. The heavy rain hitting my shoulders felt so good. With every drop an emotional weight was replaced by a physical one. And it felt so good.

I know I can't drive in this weather. There is a bar and a hotel down the road. If anything I else I needed a drink. I walked in the rain. My scrubs were getting soaked. My wallet was probably getting soaked. But my credit cards would be fine.

"Can I get some tequila?" I asked the bartender as I sat down in the cold bar. There were three other people there. I bet they were trapped in here. The bartender poured me a shot of tequila. I downed it in one gulp. The feel of the alcohol coursing through my body felt good.

"Having a bad day?" The bartender asked me when I signaled for her to hit me with another one.

"More than you know it." I drank the shot and signaled for another one.

"You a doctor over at the hospital down the street?" I had forgotten I was still wearing my scrubs.

"I was. I just quit."

"That calls for a drink on the house." She poured another shot for me. "I've been trying to get an internship at that place for a month. I'm done with that. I'm actually moving in three weeks. Trying somewhere else."

"I'm Callie. Callie Torres." I don't know why I just told her my name. I felt like I was compelled to.

"I'm Ariel. Ariel Rothenberg." She reached out her hand for me to shake it and I did.