"C-can I come in?"
Arizona moved to the side, closing the door softly behind Callie. Not because she was ready to see her but because she wasn't ready to be at the point where Callie couldn't come in.
"So…so I brought doughnuts and I just…I just thought that we could talk. That-that we should talk."
Arizona opened her mouth to speak.
"And I know, I know I messed up…" Callie interrupted. "I know I messed up big time. But I just…I really hope we can talk, because I miss it...I miss…I miss you. So please…please talk to me about anything, because…I can't not talk to you."
"Okay." Arizona said softly, "We can talk. Have a seat." She said nodding to her couch.
Callie stood dumbstruck for a moment. Almost as if she couldn't believe she'd gotten this far. She sat the doughnuts on the kitchen counter before quickly taking a seat on the couch.
Arizona took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
"I lost…" Arizona took a deep breath before continuing "I lost a patient today a little girl, Amber, seven years old. I'd been treating her for awhile and I knew." Arizona sighed, "I knew this day was coming. But it doesn't get any easier. It never does."
Callie nodded, "Well…next time…" she began.
"No!" Arizona said, anger flashing in her eyes. "You don't get it, there is no next time. There is no next time for her. There won't be a prom, there won't be a chance for her Father to walk her down the aisle. There won't be a first kiss or even…an eighth birthday! You don't get it. There's no next time for her and that's what matters! You don't get me! You don't care. You have never taken the time…" Arizona paused shaking her head as she tried to calm down. "You like to talk Callie. But you don't like to listen."
Arizona stood from the couch, going over to pull the door open. "You should go." She said softly, not meeting Callie's eyes.
Callie slowly stood from the couch, blinking back tears.
"I'm sorry.." She whispered as she brushed past Arizona.
"Me too." Arizona said softly as she closed the door. "Me too."