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-Sun

Chapter 2

Work can be hard, no matter where you are working, but after spending time with different jobs while I was a student I absolutely can say: Especially working in a hospital can be damn hard with no time limits. If they need you, you have to be there. ´

I'm working for 11 hours now, not the longest time ever, I am used to a lot, and I know there will be another few hours, but it's already enough to make me tired. It feels like a eternity at most when Arizona isn't here to sneak down here every time she isn't in a hurry. I miss her presence every time she isn't here and that freaks me out a little bit.

It's raining outside like mad and it seems like it's never going to stop ever again and in traffic that means a lot of accidents, because people are always ignoring the wet roads. Very often the accidents are pretty worse and a lot of people are involved.

Even I know what a careful driver Arizona is I can't stop worrying. She is always driving so carefully and sometimes even as slow as my grandfather. But that's just another thing I love about her: Her carefulness.

While I am drinking another coffee, waiting for another patient to arrive who has been involved in a small accident, I keep my eyes on the clock. It says: "4:45 pm".

Only one hour and 15 minutes left, until I see her, feel her again. I really can't hide my excitement and I just can't shake the thought of last night. Our love making is always affecting me every time, because I can't get enough. I can't get enough of her, and I know it will never change. Arizona is a magnificent sight and she is beautiful… she is so beautiful I am asking myself how I deserved her every time. She's my angel, my personal angel, who saved me from drowning. Finally I realize how corny I've become since she's in my life, but I like it, no, I think it's absolutely awesome, because it's a part of me, affected by her.

I'm stirring at the clock, while I'm fixing a woman's bone, sand suddenly she is speaking, I am guessing she has seen me smiling. How couldn't see that smile on my face? It's giant, like a permanent tattoo, printed on my face.

"You seem very happy..!"

She is saying, a statement by a woman who broke 5 parts of her upper leg by falling down a ladder in her garden.

"Yes… Actually I am happy…"

She is smiling now even she's in pain, but nosy.

"Are you in love?" I am nodding.

"Isn't that always the reason?" She is laughing out loud, and I wonder why I think she's right now. I wonder how I was able to change that much in a short time like that. A few months ago I've never said something like that. Love wasn't the reason I was happy. It was the thing that broke me in two parts.

"That's how it should be, doctor. That's how it should be. Who is the lucky guy?"

I'm smirking. In these moments, telling them it's a lucky girl I'm in love with, I like their surprised, sometimes even horrified expressions on their faces.

A few years ago, I also was ashamed or worried what being with a girl and standing up for it would mean for me and my life. I was scared for what I am, but now I am proud of who I am and who I am with. How could I not be?

"Yeah… I guess, or well, I hope she's pretty lucky."

The Woman in front of me is still smiling, no disgusting expression printed on her face.

"I am happy for you…" She is even saying, replying honestly and a short "Thanks" is escaping my lips, before I am leaving the room again and I can't wait to see her.

I am happy too.

6:20 pm.

I am looking at the small clock on the opposite wall. I am starring at it, unbreakable my contact with it.

She is never too late.

Sometimes she's even earlier than me, catching my lips as soon as I'm rushing in the small room, and she is acting like a horny teenager, pinning me on the wall, right before I can't even realize what happened.

Sometimes, she's earlier, waiting for me in one of those beds, her eyes already closed, waiting for me to crawl into her arms.

And if she's not able to make it, she would tell me. I know her to well now to know that she would tell me, whenever something is happening.

Maybe she overslept, because she had a hard day yesterday and got hardly any sleep?

No… She would never oversleep work. She would never forget her patients, because they are a big part of her life.

Maybe she has to finish an operation or a treatment.

Maybe she forgot it… No… Never…

Too much maybes.

Ten minutes I'm waiting, telling myself everything is alright even I have a bad feeling.

Then I'm standing in front of the window, my face reflecting in the glass, my arms crossed, because I'm freezing. I don't know why, because I never feel like that. I'm never cold. It's Arizona, not me, and it's still raining like mad outside. Would it ever stop?

After 5 another minutes I'm leaving the small room I spent almost 1 hour, waiting for her. But now I'm going upstairs to her favourite place in the whole hospital: Children and Babies everywhere. It's the right place to forget the world around you. It's her place to find peace. It's my place to find my peace, to find her.

I'm looking around, most of the time I'm coming up her I can already see her skating around her, skating from one patient to the other, playing with one of her patients, but now she isn't anywhere. She is nowhere.

"Hey Brenda!" I'm calling out for one of the nurses, hoping she could help me.

She is momentarily looking up from the charts she was checking, smiling at me, knowing why I'm here.

Everyone knows about my relationship with Arizona, and the most amazing thing is, that they are happy for us, it's no 'I' anymore, it's a 'We'. Mc perky felt in love with Mc cynical. My cynical that had a damaged and curious love life. But now I'm not a cynical anymore.

"Oh hey Callie! Lost up here again?" She's still smiling friendly. She was always the supportive. When she found us making up in one of the one call room. 'Our' one call room.

She wasn't annoyed or pissed, or disgusted. She was just telling us to lock the next time, leaving us again.

"Always." I'm replying while I'm laughing. "You know where I can find Arizona?"

"No, Callie. I'm sorry. She wasn't here the whole day. I thought maybe she's sick, even I was a little bit worried why she hasn't called yes. It's no not like her…"

I'm nodding with a strange feeling in my stomach.

"Yeah… it's really not like her…"

"You don't know where she is?"

To be honest I really don't know and I can't shake the thought of something bad happening. Arizona isn't like that; she's used to different things. I know her priorities, and I know how she's taking her responsibilities.

"No… I don't…"

"Hm… Maybe… Maybe I just haven't seen her… The hospital is big…" she replies, hunching her shoulders.

Just a few minutes later I'm down again where I can find Mark, Owen, Christina and Lexie chatting with each other, like we are always doing if we have some time left after a long and hard day spending in surgery or in the ER.

"Anything up to date? Any news?" I am asking them, trying to forget my fear. Everything's alright, I'm telling myself, even it's already 7:45 and I haven't seen her for over 13 hours now.

You'll see, Callie, everything is going to be fine. In a few hours you'll go home and find her in your bed, waiting for you, telling you she hasn't felt so good and was too tired to call you. She has the right to stay at home after working like that.

"Nope… it's damn boring… Nothing is really happening…" Christina's replying and I wonder how she can't sit still without being bored.

Every one of us is happy with every free minute we can get, but she seems to be bored whenever she has some spare time, because nothing has happened out there. Sometimes I get the feeling she is just hoping for anything to happen that she was able to get to cut something.

"And where is McPerky?" Mark is asking, wondering how I could not spend my spare time with her when we hang out every chance we get. All of them are used to our perkiness and togetherness.

"I don't know…" I'm answering honestly.

Man, I really do feel like a bad girlfriend.

Yes, I tried to reach her a few times, but she wasn't answering.

Yes, I couldn't think about anything else, but now I was standing here, talking to my friends, without searching her.

Maybe she's already here now? Maybe she has even start to work? Maybe she isn't here because a sudden operation she just has to do?

I decide to search her another time, after I drank the coffee Mark handed to me, and I listen to them, hearing the stories of a new nurse sleeping with one of the old doctors for her advantage, about one of their latest and pretty difficult case and of course there are some of Christina's throw – ins, who is annoyed by spending time with children when she could so much more, for example holding a heart in her hands.

I listen to them, smiling, until I hear someone calling my name.

"Callie…"

It's Bailey, who is standing after me, looking concerned, and I can see tears forming In her dark eyes.

"What's wrong Bailey?" I'm still laughing about one of Mark hospital stories, until I can see her eyes completely. Something must have thrown her out of line, because she's looking even smaller than usual.

"Callie…" She's saying once more again and then I realize something has to be wrong, because how she's saying my name Now is different. It's full of compassion like I can find it in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" My voice changed and I stopped laughing.

"There's someone for you…"

Her voice is sounding strange in my ears as I look up, straight into the eyes of a police man, standing a few meters behind her.

"What the fuck is going on?" I'm almost whispering, something is telling me it's about Arizona.

I'm shaking, my whole body is trembling when I'm hearing Bailey saying these words. My legs feel heavy and my heart is aching, so full of pain.

"It's about Arizona…"

A part of me wants to scream, another part of me wants to run away and cry. But I can't do anything of that, instead I'm walking to them with heavy legs and a heavy heart, pounding furiously in my chest.

As I'm staying right in front of them, a single tear escaping my eyes, because I can't found a reason why the police needs to speak to me, instead something bad had happened. She hasn't done something wrong. She never has. It's something I just know. Because she's mine… She is my girlfriend, and I know how she feels, how she acts, how she thinks.

"Dr. Torres?" The older one of them is asking, his eyes full of compassion.

"Yes?" I'm croaking scared.

"We need to talk to you about Arizona Robbins. Could we talk in more privacy?" He is nodding to all the doctors looking at us, but I'm shaking my head. I can't wait. I need to know why they are here now.

"What is it?" I'm asking them furiously, even I don't want to hear it, I don't want to listen to them. Instead I'd like to be home again, in her arms. Instead I'd like to repeat last night and never let her go. Instead I wished I'd have stayed in bed and never left her to her own. I wish so many things right before they are telling me the truth.

"Mrs. Robbins has been involved in a car accident two hours ago and I'm sorry to tell you…"

My world is spinning and I want to throw up. I can't even hide my tears. I don't have any control over my body as sobs escaping my trembling lips.

I can't even breath…

No… She can't… She's alright. She has to be alright. She just couldn't…

"No… No!!! She's fine! She's alright. She's waiting for me at home… I'm sorry… but I have to work…"

I'm replying, turning around as fast as possible running away. I can feel their eyes, all of them, watching me while I am leaving, and I can't…

I can't breathe anymore.