A/N : So here's Chapter 3.
Ok, so because I haven't updated in a while I wrote this chapter, and it's more like a filler. I know this chapter may be a little boring but I promise that in the next chapter Callie actually arrives at the hospital and it starts to get more exciting from then on. Just bear with me ;D

Secondly, In this fiction, Teddy left the army about a year or so ago and never met Owen. Owen was in the same attack as Callie but wasn't terribly injured, he hasn't left Callie's side and is going to Seattle with her.

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Hope you like this chapter:)

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Callie's POV.

I opened my eyes to find an extremely bright light being shone in them. I frowned and tried to speak but my throat was so dry and sore nothing came out. I could see a figure standing over me, my vision was still hazy and I couldn't quite make out who it was.

'Try not to speak Callie, you've been injured and your In St. Bernards Hospital, Italy, we're transferring you over to Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital so you can receive treatment there. I'm Dr. Bianchi, and I've just come to check on how you are doing. Your vitals are stable aswell as your BP. I have a surgery now but will be back in a few hours with some papers for you to sign so you can get to Seattle as soon as possible. In the meantime, you should get some rest. If you need anything you can press the call button for the nurses' He smiled at me and walked off.

I barely registered what he had said, but two things I understood were that I was in Italy, and that I was in hospital. Why was I in Italy? And why was I in hospital, what happened?

I turned my head to look around the room, it was disturbingly quiet, I noticed a figure sitting on the chair out the corner of my eye shifting uncomfortably.

As soon as I moved my head i felt a pounding against my skull. I felt as though I had been hit over the head with a brick. I flinched with pain and with in an instance the person sat in the chair was by my side.

'Callie, it's Owen. Try not to move. The pain meds will soon kick in. How're you feeling?' He spoke so quietly and softly, it was like he was talking to a child.

As I opened my mouth to reply to him, only a small dry cough came out. I noticed a glass of water on the table and weakly pointed my finger towards the glass. Owen realised what i was initiating and brought the water over to me, helping me take a small sip from it. The cool liquid ran down my burning throat, the cooling sensation immediately made my throat feel much better and I soon found myself able to form some sort of words.

'Thanks' I managed to croak out. 'How long have I been here?'

'You were unconscious for about three days, on the way here you slipped in and out of consiousness. You were injured pretty badly.'

Three days.
I know I love to sleep, but three whole days.
That was a lot of sleep.

'Callie, do you remember what happened?' I could tell he was concerned.

I closed my eyes, attempting to remember what happened.

As soon as I shut my eyes, It was there.

The explosion.
The screaming.
The fear.
It all came flooding back to me.

I opened my eyes, not wanting to see the images of people running around terrified that were imprinted in my mind. Not wanting to hear the screams of the people who were suffering.

'Uhh.. yes. I do. There was an explosion' I paused, and ended up staring into space. 'Was.. was there many other survivors?' As an Army Doctor I knew what type of damage these explosions could cause.

'I don't know' His eyes left mine and he averted his gaze to the floor. He twiddled his thumbs, and almost looked nervous. 'I managed to get you out before the place fully exploded, the grenade hit an oxygen tank right after I got you out. I'm not sure how many other casualties there were'.

I could feel my eyes well up with tears. If an oxygen tank exploded there was a very likely chance that there wasn't many other survivors. I felt both relieved for my own life and guilty at the same time. It was my job to protect, to save people's lives. I took an oath, a promise that I would do everything In my power to save a life. That day, I failed to do my job.

I turned my head to look up at the ceiling.

'Thank you Owen' I whispered as I closed my eyes and allowed the pain killers to take over my body.

Mark's POV.

I had been waiting out side Webber's office for 20 minutes now.
what the hell was taking them so long?
All I wanted to know was when Callie would be arriving.

'Mark! Stop pacing. Your making me feel sick' Derek ordered as he put both his hand on my shoulders to stop me walking.

I couldn't help being anxious. The Chief was on the phone to the Italian Hospital where Callie was and I couldnt help but be impatient. I wanted answers. And I wanted them now.
It took them three days to get in touch. Three whole days!

I started pacing again and Derek let out a defeated sigh.

'I'm sure everything will be ok, why dont you go and get some coffee and I will call you when the chief is off the phone'.

I was about to object, but the idea of a hot coffee seemed appealing to me so I said my thanks to derek and went to the coffee cart.

After buying my coffee I found myself wandering the corridors of the hospital. I dont know how I ended up there but somehow I found myself sitting in the chapel, staring at the cross that stood in the centre of the altar.

I've never been religious. I dont know what brought me here, maybe it was the fact that Callie once told me that God would always listen to you, and right now, that was what I needed. Callie was bought up with a catholic family, she went to church and she prayed. Even though she doesnt go to church anymore, she still believes, she never gives up on what she believes in, it's one of the many things I admire about her. I never really understood why people go church and talk to someone they couldn't be sure existed, but sitting here in the chapel I began to understand. It was so peaceful, I felt content. I thought about praying, asking God to bring Callie home safe. I wondered if he would listen.

The sound of my phone ringing snapped me out of my thoughts and I looked at the caller ID.

'Derek! is the chief off the phone' I asked anxiously.

'Yes, meet me in the 3rd floor attending lounge?' He asked me, I hope what he had to say was good news.

'Sure, see you in a minute' I said as I hung up. I took one last look around the Chapel before I hurried out of the room.

...

Once I arrived at the attendings lounge Derek was already there. He was sat on the couch reading a medical journal. When I walked in he looked up at me, I tried to read his expression to see whether he was going to give me bad news or now but nothing gave him away. He put the journal on the table and smiled at me. He's smiling, that must be good I thought to myself.

'Hey, so what did they say to the Chief?' I wanted to get straight to the point.

'Well, they told him that she would be here within the next 12 hours. They also said that her injuries appeared much worse than they originally look. Her spleen ruptured so they had to do an emergency splenectomy when she arrived there. She also crashed twice whilst at the hospital but her vitals and BP are now stable. She has nerve damage in her left arm, but I'm sure we'll be able to fix that. She also has a few broken bones in her legs.' Derek paused for a moment, I could tell he was nervous about what he had to say next.

'And..' I prompted him. The sooner I knew about her injuries the sooner we could get a team together and come up with a treatment plan.

He took in a deep breath before he began to speak again. 'The reason it took them three days was because she was unconcious and they needed her awake to sign the transfer papers. Dont worry though Mark, I'm sure everything's ok. The first thing we're going to do when she gets here is a CT and an MRI and we will just see where to go from there then'

I sat down on the not so comfortable chair opposite him and took the time to process what he had said. At least she was going to be here soon and would get the best possible care, that was all that mattered now. I couldn't wait to see her again, even under the circumstances I was glad I was going to see her again. When she left for Afghanistan I always knew there was the possibilty that she wouldn't come home. There was always a chance that she would arrive back here in a coffin. At this moment, I silently thanked God for bringing her home alive. Maybe I should take a leaf out of Callie's book and talk to the big guy upstairs more often.

Callie's POV.

I groaned as I threw the pen across the room. After unsuccessfull signing the papers for what seemed like the 10th time I had no patience left.

'Callie, just try with your other arm. I know it might hurt but the sooner you get these papers signed the sooner you can go' I was right handed and I knew that I would be able to write with it, even if it was broken, but I needed to prove to myself that I was able to use my left hand. That proved unsucsessful. I looked at Owen and finally gave in. He walked across the room to retrieve the pen and put it in my right hand. I managed to write a scribbled signature on the dotted line which was the best I could do seeing as my arm was in a sling.

'It will be back to normal after you've had some physical therapy' Owen tried to reassure me, although I knew there was a chance that my arm could have permanent nerve damage and I would never be able to do it, I agreed with him anyway.

'Umm, Callie. There was something I wanted to ask' He said hesitantly.

I just looked at him and raised an eyebrow urging him to continue. Owen and I had worked together a lot over the past 2 years and we had become good friends. We worked well as a team and he always knew how to cheer everyone up after a hard day. He would always be there for us if we needed someone to talk to about anything, he was a good person.

'Well, I was just wondering if I could come to Seattle with you. I mean, you'll need a doctor to monitor you on the plane anyway. I have family there and I want to be able to check that you are doing ok. I also heard the hospital you're going to have an opening for the head of trauma, I was thinking of applying. Fresh start and all that you know.' He had started rambling and he was looking at his feet.

I smiled at him, 'Owen, of course you can. You saved my life out there, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. And if they don't give you the position, I will kick their asses' We both laughed and I realised this was the first time I had properly been able to laugh in a long time.

'Thanks Torres, although I don't think you'll be doing much ass-kicking anytime in your condition' He joked.

'Just you wait and see, I'm a bad-ass surgeon. I'll be back on my feet in no time' I tried to sound confident. I knew I was in for a lot of hard work, but I survived a war. I wasn't going to let this bring me down.

Owen had started laughing again until we were interrupted by a knock on the door.
'Miss Torres, the helicopter is ready to take you to Seattle. Are you ready?' A nurse politely asked.

'Sure am'

'Great, I'll just let the doctor who will be going with you know' She was about to leave but I managed to catch her before she left.

'That won't be necessary. Dr Hunt here is coming with me' I smiled at the nurse who looked a little confused.

'Ok, well the doctor will be along to give Dr Hunt the paper work and your files anyway. It was a pleasure meeting you both' She turned around once again and left the room.

...

They loaded me onto the helicopter and I was hooked up to all the machine's. I could hear the Doctors speaking in Italian outside. Which reminded me, I never asked why we were in Italy in the first place. I made a mental note to ask Owen once we landed. I heard the pilot climb into his seat and Owen took a seat next to the gurney. I knew it would be a good 10 hours before we got to Seattle, especially if we had to stop to re-fuel. I heard the turn of the key, which fired the engine into action. I heard the blades turning, chopping the air as they spun. We began to lift off and I turned my head to look out the window. It was beauiful. It was early morning and the sun was still rising. The clouds looked like balls of fluff and I could smell the wet air. I shut my eyes and I remembered exactly how I ended up here. I knew any moment the pain meds would take over and I probably wouldn't wake up until we landed. I allowed my mind to drift off and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

Arizona's POV

I wandered around the hospital trying to find Teddy, but I couldn't find her anywhere. Come to think of it I hadn't seen anyone around in the last hour. I walked over to the nurses station on the cardio floor and asked a nurse if the knew where she was. The nurses know everything.

'I think she's in a meeting, something about a VIP patient being brought in. I can page her if you like?' A nurse named Katie informed me.

'Oh no, that's ok. Thank you' I smiled at her and turned to walk away.

'Dr Robbins!' I heard the nurse call out and I turned back around to face the woman who looked a little flustered.
'I, uhh, wondered if maybe you would like to get a drink some time?'

I looked at the woman standing in front of me. She had light brown hair and pretty green eyes. She was slightly taller than me and had a slender figure. She was an attractive woman. I realised I hadn't answered her and she looked pretty nervous. She was cute.

'Sure, I'd love to' I gave the woman my best smile.

'Great, how's tomorrow night? My shift ends at 6.' She seemed to relax a little.

'My shift ends at 7, meet you there at half past?'

She smiled and nodded.

'Super! I'll see you tomorrow then' I said as I left with a grin on my face. I definiately needed to find Teddy now.

...

I wandered past the conference rooms and noticed a bunch of doctors leaving. I spotted Teddy and called her over.

'Hey, whats going on?' I asked her. Knowing Teddy she would probably tell me every single detail of the meeting.

'Callie's coming in soon, the Chief wanted to go over her treatment plan. Turns out she's not as bad as they originally thought, she's lucky.'

'Is Mark ok?'

'Mark is fine' I turned around to see the subject of my question standing behind me.

'That's great news about Callie' I said smiling up at him. He seemed to be a lot happier than the other day.

'Yep' He smiled and looked down at his watch. 'I got surgery, I'll be expecting the both of you to be at joe's tonight' And he hurried off.

I turned back to Teddy grinning. 'It gives you an excuse to stalk the bartender again. Are you ever going to talk to him?'

She swatted me across the arm. 'Shut it Robbins, and I'll talk to him after a few drinks.'

'Sure you will.' I rolled my eyes at her jokingly. 'I have a date tomorrow night by the way, so I need you to come over tonight and help me decide what to wear' I said quickly turning to walk away, not giving Teddy and chance to pester me.

'A date? I want details Robbins, get back here' She called after me.
I threw her a wave over my shoulder before turning the corner.

AN 2: Please don't hate me, Arizona and Callie will be together, I assure you ;)

I'll update real soon.