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Arizonas POV

"Mark! Mark Sloan, open that goddamn door." She banged with her fist on the apartment door of Callie's best friend. It was way after an acceptable time for such an attack, but it was her only chance. Callie had not contacted her over the past eight weeks. Not a word that she was okay. Not a word that she was far from okay. She'd expected a lot after their argument at the airport, her accusations and her calls. Spanish curses, breakdowns, maybe speeches full of hate and anger. She'd expected a call, telling her to go to hell if she'd ever so much as think about calling her again. But there was nothing and that worried her the most.

"Robbins? What are you doing here?", Mark asked as he opened the door in just his boxers.

"Where is she?"
"Where is who?"

"Calliope."

"At home, I guess", he answered, pointing to the blue apartment door across the floor: 502.

"Give me the key, Mark!", she demanded.

"Robbins, what-"
"Give me the damn key, Sloan. If you don't know how she's doing, and nobody else does, I have to see with my own eyes. I called her and she did not pick up...never picked up."
"She wants to be alone."
"She can be alone as soon as I am convinced that she is okay."
"Robbins, that is the point. She is not okay. She works, she sleeps. Sometimes, she eats. But she is far from being okay. She's like a shadow, a shell of the Callie you left, a shell of my best friend. So, if it is not in your fucked up mind to pick up the pieces and patch her up again, then go back to where you came from and leave the rest to us", he growled.

"Do you see this?", she asked and pointed to the suitcase next to her. "That is exactly my plan, Sloan. I made the biggest mistake of my life when I entered that plane without her. And I knew it as I landed in Malawi – hell, even before. But I had to make sure that the kids in Malawi got what they deserved, what they needed. I could not let them suffer for my mistakes. So I stayed, found a replacement and maybe you can't imagine, but it is not as easy as it sounds to get a flight from Malawi to Seattle. Please, Mark, the key."

She hold back her tears. This was not the right time and definitely not the right place for an emotional breakdown.

"There you go", he said as he handed her the key ring. "I swear, if you-"

"Shove it, Sloan. You do not have to threaten me, I am going nowhere." She grabbed the key, turned on her heels and not even two seconds later she stood in front of the door that held her future and her past. But she hoped it was more her future than her past. She hoped, it would be her home again.
The blonde took a deep breath and then turned the key. One time, a second time and the sound of a lock unlocking filled her ears. She blinked a few times. The apartment was pitch black and her eyes refused to see anything because they were still used to the bright light of the hallway. The blue-eyed woman fumbled for the switch next to the door. "Oh my GOD! MARK!", she screamed as her eyes took in the sight of Callie before her. "MARK!", she called out for him again and rushed over to her girlfriend – ex-girlfriend – no, girlfriend, she would make sure of that. Arizona took off her scarf and pressed it down at the two long cuts on the Latina's wrist.

"SLOAN", she hollered, panic filling her voice.

"Robbins, what the – shit!"
"Call 911, Mark", she ordered. "Calliope, can you hear me? Calliope? Please. Callie? Callie!? What have you done? Calliope..." She brushed her black hair out of her face. Her skin was far too pale for her normally bronze tanned skin and she looked tired. Under her eyes were deep dark circles, she looked thinner, had definitely lost ten to fifteen pounds. "Calliope, I love you...so...so much." Arizona still tried to hold her tears at bay, but it was useless. "Calliope, can you hear me? I am here and I am staying, Calliope", she said again. She thought that, just maybe, Callie would react to her calling her Calliope. The blonde stroke Callie's cold cheeks, never loosen the pressure to her forearm.

"Can I do something? The EMT must be here any minute now. I called Bailey. I...I put your suitcase into my apartment."
"Thanks, Mark", she answered in a barely audible voice.

"I had no clue", he admitted.

"This is not your fault", she sobbed.

"And it is not yours."
"It is", she answered and hung her head.

"Then it is mine too. I didn't know she was..."
"Ari-Arizon-na", Callie whispered.

Arizona's blue eyes shot down at the woman's head in her lap. Her eyes locked to the soft features of Callie's face. "Calliope", she said with a tears choked voice.

The brown eyes of the Latina fluttered shut again.

"Callie! No! Stay with me. You have to stay awake."
"Arizona", she whispered again. "You..."
"Yes. I am here and I am staying as long as you'll have me, do you hear me?" She felt a hand closing around her arm and looked down. It was Callie's. Her fingers hold on tight to the necklace with the heart-shaped pendant. Their present from their first valentine's day as a couple.

"Arizona, I love-"
"I love you too, Calliope. More than anything else."

AN: Chapter 3 and 4 will be up soon.

AN2: Thanks for the reviews :D I really really appreciate them!