A/N 1: This is my first fanfic. I have never written anything, much less published anything, but I decided to try something different for my own entertainment :-). Comments and suggestions are appreciated, please leave one below and let me know what you think. :-)

A/N 2: I have no medical knowledge, so some of the conditions/treatments mentioned in this story may not be accurate, or even real. I appologize in advance if this fact bothers anyone.

Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy or any of its characters. All characters/storylines belong to Shonda Rhimes. I am just borrowing them for the sake of entertainment.

The car came out of nowhere. One minute they were talking and laughing, re-living the incredible weekend they spent together. The next second was all chaos. The impact of the other car hitting them sent their mini van spiraling out of control.

"Hit the breaks!" Callie shouted as she instinctively threw her arms over her face to protect it from the shattering glass. The blonde slammed her foot down on the break pedal, a mistake that nearly cost them their lives. Because it was snowing, and Arizona failed to see the patch of black ice that loomed dangerously over the road's edge.

The car spun wildly out of control, jumped the railing, and plummeted head-first down the steep cliff. With a sickening crunch, it came to a stop at the base of a tree.

"Shit!" Arizona groaned as the airbag deployed. Her face seared with pain and her head throbbed from the impact of hitting it against the steering wheel. Her right arm felt strangely numb, but other than that, the blonde felt grateful to be alive.

"Calliope, are you alright?" she tried to unbuckle her seatbelt so she could assess her partner's condition, but the contraption was stuck. "Answer me, Calliope!" Silence. Heart pounding, she turned to face her true love. Arizona gasped. Her beautiful face was covered in a million cuts and scratches, drenched in blood from a deep wound just above her right eye. Her arms were a bloody mess; a large piece of glass was protruding from her left arm. Arizona felt sick.

"Oh my god, Callie," the blonde whispered, frantically grabbing the Latina's wrist to feel her pulse. It was barely there. "Stay with me, Calliope! I'm calling for help, don't you dare leave me!" She dug into her pockets and found her pager. With shaking fingers, she managed to type, "Callie Torres, Arizona Robbins 911" and hit "send" , just before fading into unconsciousness.

"What the hell happened?" Mark Sloan demanded as he met the rest of his colleagues outside.

"Mark!" You got the page?" Meredith asked, her eyes sparkling with tears.

"Damn right I got the page. Callie Torres, Arizona Robbins 911? .?"

"They were in a car accident." Owen Hunt spoke up. "Callie's seriously injured." Mark felt sick to his stomach.

"Oh my god. What about Arizona?"

"She has a few cuts and bruises, as well as a broken arm. But other than that, she'll be fine. Kepner and Avery are attending to her in the ambulance. She'll need a head CT; they think she had a concussion." Mark shook his head in disbelief. Callie seriously injured...

"Hunt, how bad is Callie?" Owen looked down, struggling to gain control of his voice before he broke the news to his friend. He needed to tell him exactly right...

"Damn it Hunt! Answer me!" Mark shouted.

"She's...she's hurt real bad, Mark. Blood pressure's through the roof, she has several broken ribs, a collapsed lung, as well as a punctured abdomen. Her right arm is badly damaged and she's lost a lot of blood. She crashed on the way here..."

"WHAT!" At that moment, the ambulance arrived and the doors flew open. Arizona Robbins was rushed inside, screaming.

"You save Callie! Do you hear me? Save Callie! I don't need anything; I can take care of myself! Just please, tend to Callie!"

"We're doing everything we can, Dr. Robbins. Please calm down." April Kepner replied.

"I will not calm down!" Arizona shrieked. "My girlfriend is in there with our baby!" The blonde pushed herself up from the stretcher, ignoring the stab of pain she felt in her arm. "I cannot loose them!"

"Listen to me, Dr. Robbins. I know you want to help, but the best thing you can do for Torres now is to stay calm. You have a lot of injuries, and-" A bitter laugh interrupted Bailey's reasoning.

"Who cares about my injuries? I want to know who's taking care of Callie's!"

"Dr. Shepherd, Sloan, Hunt, Grey and Yang are all in there with her. Dr. Montgomery will arrive shortly to monitor the baby's condition." Bailey reported. "And I will be in and out of there to provide you with updates." Arizona's head was spinning.

"Addison will be here?" she asked. "Wait...the baby...she's ok, right?" It was the first time anyone heard of the baby's gender, and it took Dr. Bailey by surprise.

"She?" she asked. But Arizona wasn't listening. Tears filled her eyes at the thought of her partner's fate, and the idea that it was all her fault-was haunting her.

"I need to be in there," she whispered. "Calliope needs me." Dr. Bailey put a hand on her shoulder.

"I understand that, Dr. Robbins. I know how hard this must be for you. But please, if you want to help Callie, she needs you to be strong. And the best way to do that is to allow me to tend to your injuries." Bailey's voice was firm. Arizona sighed and closed her eyes, accepting defeat. There was rarely a point to arguing with Bailey, and besides, the woman had a point. Her arm was throbbing painfully, but the pain she felt in her head was making her feel nauseated. Her vision was slightly blurry and the room seemed to spin around her.

"Thank you," Bailey replied when the blonde didn't argue. "Now, let's get an x-ray of that arm."