Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Characters belong to the creator of Grey's
This is a new story that has been stuck in my head since last Thursday. Hope you like it :) Callie's not dead in this story just encase you were worried. Comments are awesome I love them :):) let me know whatcha think.
It was Arizona's night to have Sophia. It's been three weeks since I packed Sophia and I up. Three weeks since I discovered my wife cheated on me and three weeks since I found out I was still to blame for her apparently having a horrible existence with one leg. Sighing I got up from Derek's and Meredith's couch and walked over to the door. Grabbing my keys I walked out the door to my car. Tonight, like many I'm going to forget. I put the keys into the ignition and began my journey to Joes. The bar isn't far away from my temporary home but the typical Seattle weather have proven a difficulty to see. The wiper blades weren't going fast enough. At least not fast enough to see the car in the opposite direction switching course, heading directly to my car. It was suddenly quiet before the impact. I could hear myself breathing, swallow breaths. The lights from the other car were blinding forcing me to close my eyes. I guess that was a good thing. I didn't actually see the car slam into my own. I had an unusual sense of peace wash over me. Something inside me let me accept my likely death. My last thoughts before my world went dark were, will Arizona walk Sophia down the isle at her wedding. Will she still hate me for cutting her leg off, even if I'm dead.