I heard the shots before I felt them. The searing pain in my chest was overwhelming, and as I sank to my knees on the cold, hard floor, I saw the killer back out of the room and disappear from sight. The light was fading fast, but I could still hear the muffled screams around me. My body ached, and every breath I took drained what little energy I had left. I leant back against the wall and slowly closed my eyes, shutting out the mayhem around me.

I tried to let go, just give in to my injuries, but a familiar voice brought me back to my senses. Her words were muffled, and tears ran down her face.

"Oh my God... Callie, Baby look at me." I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at her, her once perfect blue eyes now red and bloodshot. She looked at the glistening red patch on my chest and knew there was nothing she could do.

"I'll be fine." I lied.

"Yeah, you'll be fine." She reassured me, though the tears flowing from her eyes told me we both knew otherwise. She held me to her, one hand cradling my heavy head, the other desperately clutching the wound on my chest. Somehow trying to stop the bleeding.

She quickly looked around the room, looking for something to help, something to stop the bleeding. Her eyes rested on some bandages on a tray in the far corner of the room. Laying me down gently, she rushed to get them, and before I knew it she was back by my side, pressing the bandages to the wound.

I lifted my hand, it felt like a dead weight. I managed to lift it all the way to her soft, gentle face and let it linger for a moment. She closed her eyes and lent into my touch.

"I love you" I whispered.

She opened her eyes, and stared straight into mine. "No, no, no, no. Not now, no goodbyes." She took the hand that was on her face.

"I'll say goodbye when you're dying, but not now." She bent her head towards mine, and I suddenly felt her warm lips touch my own. We knew it was goodbye, neither of us wanted to break the kiss. We just wanted to linger in the moment forever, but the pain was becoming unbearable, and as much as I wanted to hang on a little longer, it had to end.

"Arizona," I whispered. "I'm... I'm sorry."

"No! Don't you dare leave me!" She began sobbing harder, and held me tighter in her arms. I could feel her breath on my neck, and she lowered her voice to a whisper.

"Your not going to die. You hear me? I'm not going to let you go. I love you too God damn much."

I could feel her warm tears falling onto my cheek and rolling down my cold, pale face.

"Arizona... If you really loved me, you'd let me go."

My words were like a knife to her heart. She knew I was right.

"Please just let me go."

"No, look at me. Don't you dare die. I'm not finished yet, I'm not finished loving you."

I mustered what little strength I had left and lent in to kiss her again, this time more passionate than the last. Once we'd broken apart I stared into her deep blue eyes. Those eyes that usually comforted me when I was upset or hurt. Those eyes that lit up whenever she looked at me. Those eyes I knew I would never see again.

She hugged me tightly one last time, and as I closed my eyes I could hear the soft beating of her heart as I faded away into darkness.