Callie's POV
"Calliope! Wait, I do want to discuss this" she yelled as I ran to my car and jumped in.
There was no discussing this. She had made it clear after I told her my news that she did not want to try to work things out. Besides she was the one who left for fucking Africa leaving me in the airport. I put my favorite CD in the player and turned the music up loud. As I sped out of the parking lot of the hospital I caught a glimpse of her watching me pull out. I headed for the back roads lost in my thoughts. Nothing calmed me down as much as driving and thinking.
Was I doing the same thing she did to me by leaving her? If I was it served her right. Besides I was Callie Torress, the bad ass Rockstar of Orthopedic Surgery, which ultimately meant working in the same hospital as her, but that could be dealt with at a later date. I was lost in thoughts, thinking back to our first kiss in the dirty bathroom at Joe's, the first time we had sex, the numerous amount of dates between us, and every other special moment in our relationship. What had happened to us? We were meant to be together forever and now there was a wall between us, a line had been crossed and there might be no going back.
The CD ended and I bent down to put a new one. It was a deserted old road, so no cars should be coming my way. I looked back up in time to see a fox in the middle of the road. I swerved and felt the car flip, rolling several times and coming to a stop in the ditch. I put my hand protectively on my stomach and then darkness took over.
Arizona's POV
After watching Callie, the love of my life, speed out of the parking lot I went to Joe's. I needed a drink and the sound of people around me. I just hope it didn't mean any of Callie's friends hounding on me, they sure did protect her. A couple of hours passed and I looked up to see Mark Sloan sitting down beside me, which is the one person I did not want to see.
"Have you seen Callie? She isn't at the apartment and she isn't answering her phone" Mark asked looking at me, and he did look really worried. I wonder if Callie told him yet.
" Last I saw of her she was speeding out of the parking lot with music blaring. She probably got a room at the Archfeild hotel and turned her phone off. She had a rough day, learning about the baby and all" I mentally smacked alcohol induced brain.
"The baby? Please God, tell me you are joking. Callie is pregnant? That means… FUCK" Mark yelled and stood up. "Please, please let her be ok".
I looked up sadly at him, wanting to cry. Maybe my first thoughts about Callie all those years ago were right, Maybe she was just experimenting and always wanted to be with Mark. My mind was made up, I was transferring to a new hospital and starting a new life.