Callie sat staring out the window of room 1513 of Seattle Grace Hospital, watching the all-too-familiar rainfall. She held her head in her hands, rubbing her eyes, then turned her attention to the clock on the wall. 10:01 PM. It had officially been twenty-four hours. Just twenty-four. Callie shuddered and rose to her feet, beginning to pace the almost pitch black room. She made her way to the other side, her eyes still on the scene outside the window. Letting the wall support her weight, she turns her head slowly to the bed occupying the room. Instantly, tears fill her eyes. She can barely stand to look at the fragile figure lying in the bed. Aside from the steady beep of the heart monitor, the silence is incredibly painful. The ominous setting of the room makes it that much easier for Callie's mind to drift back to the events that took place merely hours ago.

Callie paces outside of the trauma room in Seattle Grace's emergency room muttering a prayer in Spanish, she can barely catch her breath. "Torres!" A voice raging from behind her calls, "What the hell happened?" Mark Sloane descends upon Callie putting his hands on her shoulders. Callie immediately breaks down. "Oh my God, Mark! You have to go in there and see if she's okay. They won't let me in because I'm her fiancée and-and I don't know what's going on…" she rushes out all in one gasp through her tears. "Whoa, whoa. Slow down, calm down. What happened?" he says again sternly. Callie takes in a few short breaths before beginning again. "She was attacked by a patient's father. They were in the conference room, she was telling him the kid didn't make it and he lost his mind. He stabbed her, Mark. He stabbed her," Callie shakes out. "Ok, ok. I'm gonna go in. Just try to relax. I'm gonna find out what's up," Mark says before entering into the trauma bay. All Callie can do is put her back to the wall and stare at the empty hallway before her. She slides down to the floor, feeling like the world was ending, like her world was ending.

Fifteen agonizing minutes later, Sloane emerges. "Come on," he holds an outstretched hand. "Let's go talk somewhere private." "No, I'm not leaving, I'm staying right here. She might need me." "Callie-" "No! Mark, I'm not moving. Unless you are willing to physically make me move, which I really don't think you want to go there, I'm not leaving," Callie threatens, looking up at him with tears streaming down her face. Mark silently obliges and kneels down in front of her. "She's gonna be fine, Cal. He got her pretty good, though, collapsed a lung. She's got a concussion and some bruised ribs, cuts and bruises, but she's gonna be okay," he says softly, knowing how scared Callie must be. All she can do is nod. Fresh tears fall from her dark eyes, and she buries her head in her folded arms. This was a mistake, however, because all she could see when she looked down was her blood-stained scrubs. Arizona's blood. She picked her head up immediately and forcefully rested it against the wall. "Callie, it's gonna be ok," Mark repeats, but Callie doesn't hear it. All she can see is the image of Arizona, broken and bleeding, flashing in her head.

"Calliope?"

The weak voice instantly snapped Callie out of her flashbacks. "Hey, baby," she whispers, quickly making her way to her lover's bedside. She immediately takes Arizona's hand in both of her own, sitting in the chair by her bed. "How you feeling?" she whispers to the small woman. "Better, a lot better than a few hours ago." "That's good, that's good," Callie hates that that's all she can muster out. Tears form again and she forces herself up to hide the emotion that's overtaking her. "You're vitals are looking better, oxygen levels are up, that's a good sign," the brunette goes over the meaningless medical information, knowing it's not what Arizona wants to hear. "Callie, baby, don't do that, don't do the medical stuff right now-" Arizona says softly, reaching for her hand again. Callie draws back, her tears spilling over. "Arizona, I can't-" At this point, Callie has moving into full-fledged sobbing, unable to control herself anymore. The emotion that has been building up for hours can no longer be held back. Callie puts her hands to her face unable to stop the flood. "Calliope," Arizona says with all the strength she has. "Calliope, look at me. Come here." She motions to the bed and Callie skittishly obeys. Not wanting to cause her anymore pain, she eases herself onto the left side of Arizona, and gently drapes an arm over her lower hip. Her other arm finds its way up through her blonde hair, still being extremely careful of her injuries. Callie kisses the side of her head, sobbing, rubbing circles on the back of her neck. "Sweetie," Arizona begins. "Just give me a minute," Callie whispers to her, attempting to get herself under control. "Just let me have a minute," she repeats, kissing her forehead, then making her way down to her lips. Callie wants to take in as much of the beautiful woman lying in front of her as she can. She kisses her again gently, missing the way Arizona's lips felt against hers.

When she finally able to control her sobs, she pulls back from Arizona slightly, just to be able to look into her eyes. "I am so sorry," Callie said quietly, her voice already threatening to break again. "Calliope, this is not your fault, please don't do this. Please –" Arizona pleads with her girlfriend. "Arizona," Callie interrupts her, "I have never been that scared in my entire life. I should have done something, I mean you were twenty feet away from me the whole time and I-" "Calliope, I will not let you blame yourself for this. Yeah, what happened was horrible, but there's nothing you can do to change it. I'm just thankful it wasn't worse." "Yeah, I know, I am too, believe me. And see this is you being so amazing and optimistic, not getting angry and I love you so much for that," Callie begins to ramble. Tears have begun to flow again, but at this point Callie knows there's no purpose in trying to stop them. "God, Arizona, if something was to happen to you, that'd be it for me. I'd be done. There would be no reason for me to be here. Every day, I'm so thankful for you, I feel so incredibly blessed that I have you, and then stuff like this happens and it scares the hell outta me. It just blows my mind how much I need you." By now, Arizona is also in tears, not having the strength to fight it, plus the trauma of what has taken place is beginning to sink in. "And now sitting here seeing you in pain, I just-" Callie is unable to continue her rant as she bows her head into the bedside. "I'm fine, baby, I promise, everything's gonna be fine," she says softly, taking Callie's hand into her own. "I love you so much, more than you know," Callie chokes out, running her thumb over Arizona's cheek, wiping a few tears along the way. "I love you, too."

Arizona spends the next few days at Seattle Grace as a patient, not a doctor. The chief had been kind enough to not only give her two weeks off, but to do the same for Callie. During her stay, Arizona was waited on hand and foot by her fiancée, who barely let her out of her sight. Callie took care of not only everything medical related to Arizona, but also fed her, helped her to the bathroom, and pretty much anything else she could think of. Callie took on this new dominance and became extremely protective of Arizona, which she wasn't at all objecting to.

Finally, Callie thought Arizona was well enough to take home, and helped her get ready to leave the hospital. After gathering all their things, Callie makes her way over to the blonde, who is standing patiently by the door, ready to move on from the terrible events of the last few days. Callie gently snakes her arm around Arizona's waist and gives her a light kiss. "I love you," she says before kissing her again. "Let's go home."

Callie shoves the door of her apartment open, bags in one hand, the other hand laced with Arizona's fingers. It had taken the pair a lot longer to make the trip back to Callie's place, due to the orthopedist's new found protectiveness over the blonde. Callie made her keep a grandma's pace the entire way and hadn't moved her arm from around her waist. "Sweetie, I'm fine, I promise I'm not gonna topple to the ground if you let go of me for one second," Arizona tried her best to argue. "Yeah, well, I'm not gonna take that chance. Plus, I never mind being this close to you," Callie said smoothly. "Right," Arizona replied, rolling her eyes. As much as she hated to admit it though, she did enjoy the extra contact she was getting with her fiancée. Arizona was quiet for most of the way to the apartment; Callie attributed it from her being tired, she was sure. Callie left her by the kitchen counter as she went into the bedroom to put all their stuff away. Arizona stared after her as she walked away, unable to take the small smile off her face.

"So you want me to go pick something up to eat or-" Callie cuts herself off when she emerges from her bedroom to see Arizona standing in the middle of the room, staring at her. "Ari, you okay?" she asks, a little worried. Arizona starts slowly towards Callie, and takes her hands in her own. "Let's do this," Arizona says simply. "Let's do what? What are you talking about?" Callie questions, seriously curious by this point. "Let's get married, like soon, like now." Callie's eyes widen at this statement and her heart begins to race. "Babe," she chuckles, "What? You went through something incredibly traumatic and just walked out of the hospital. I think you're being a little irrational," "No, I think I'm being totally rational. Calliope," Arizona says sweetly, wrapping her arms around the brunette's neck, "The one thing that I've learned from this whole disaster is that nothing else matters but us. I was faced with losing you in an instant, no notice, no warning, it just happened. All I could think about that whole time was that I might never see you again. And that hurt worse than any pain anyone could ever inflict on me. I love you so much, that nothing else matters. As long as I'm with you, I know everything'll be ok. I've finally found what I've been looking for. So I don't want to wait and wonder and plan, because all that means nothing. Waiting is a waste of time that I'm not willing to give. I don't need to wonder about what I already know. And I don't want to plan some big huge wedding, because my plans are made. My plans are you. So let's do this, I'm ready for forever, right now."

Callie stares back at Arizona, mouth hanging open. Arizona looks into her lover's eyes, searching for an answer, a reaction, something. Just as the blonde goes to open her mouth to speak again, Callie's lips crash into hers. Pulling her body gently into her own, Callie wraps her arms around the smaller woman, feeling Arizona's hands tangled in her dark brown curls. Callie forces herself to break the intense kiss, resting her forehead against the other woman's and brings her eyes up to meet her gaze.

"Let's do this."

A/N: Told you I wouldn't keep it angsty for too long! I felt so guilty all day for ruining the Calzona happiness that I had to get another chapter up ASAP. I had so much fun writing this chapter, I just can't get enough of their fluff, makes me so happy. So this is more along the lines of where this story is going to go. I'm not entirely sure how long I'm going to make it, but I have a lot of material I want to get down, so we'll see how it goes. Thanks for reading! (And hopefully reviewing!)

-J-