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Arizonas POV

"She lost a lot of blood. Smart kid, took some aspirin to dilute her blood", Miranda Bailey said matter-of-factly. "She will be out like a light for a few hours. I think, you're staying in here, Dr. Robbins?", she asked and tried not to look at Arizona.

The blonde knew, the short woman was just trying not to show how much she really cared. She took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Good. Sloan, correct me if I am wrong, but I think your shift starts in just an hour?"
"Bailey..."
"I think you should use that hour to get a little more sleep, or at least get some rest", Bailey said and looked at Arizona this time.

"Thank you", the blonde mouthed and sat down in the chair next to Callie's bed. Without even noticing, her fore- and middle finger graced carefully the thick bandage around the Latina's wrist. "Calliope? I know, you can't hear me right now, but I have to tell you a few things, Callie. You are without a doubt the most important person in my life. I...I just couldn't drag you out of the life you have here. I just could not have been that selfish. I was selfish enough to even hope that you'd be happy in Africa. But...but the truth is, you'd have hated me at some point. Maybe you'd resent me in the end. You had no work there, at least not the work you have here. All the wonders you do here, it would not have been possible for you to do them in Malawi." She took Callie's hand in hers, it was still cold, but not as lifeless as it was two hours ago. "You had to stay, do you hear me? You are a rock star, Calliope, a superstar with a scalpel, as you say yourself. You give people hope to be able to walk again. You give painters with crushed hands the chance to work again with their hands. Calliope, you didn't know then, hell, even I should not have known, I maybe kinda eavesdropped...but you are in the run for the next Harper Avery. Do you know that you'd only be the second orthopedic surgeon to win this? It would have done you no good if you had gone to Africa with me. It had ruined us on top of your chance to win this award." She wiped away the tears and scanned the motionless body in front of her from head to toe with her blurry eyes. Although pale and thinner, the woman in front of her was still as beautiful as when they'd first met. "Calliope, I...I thought that Africa was my dream. It had been for so long. Africa and the head of my department. I helped so many children over there, Calliope. I really saw the difference. But I knew I made a mistake, going on that plane without you. And I knew, I would come back for you. Maybe a small part in me even hoped that you would still be there after three years. But the very truth is, and I know this now, that Africa is not my dream – not anymore. Dreams change. They change because of the people we let into our life, Calliope. You are my dream. You and the ten kids I promised you." She could not held back the laughter that erupted her body. "Maybe we should start with one child, what do you think?" She intertwined their fingers. "Calliope, it is kind of strange, but when I was in Africa, at night, when I didn't dream of you, I saw this little girl." She looked exactly like you, just...a tiny version of the beauty that you are. And she called me. She was calling me Mommy and her little chubby hand reached out for me." This time, she let the tears run freely down her cheeks. "Calliope, I want this. Do you hear me? I want you and I want that little girl. And if the first baby turns out to be a boy, we just have to try again", she laughed. "This is what I want. But I want so much more. I want rings. I want commitments. So, when you wake up, and when you are okay...and if you can find it somewhere in your big heart to forgive me...again...I will ask you to marry me. Legally, here in Washington. With everything and everyone. With a wedding cake so big we'll have leftovers for a month. With your parents and mine. With the Colonel walking me down the aisle, where I will wait for you in front of the altar. And I know I will be about to burst with excitement because I know you will be the most stunning bride the world will ever see."
"Arizona?", she heard a voice behind her.

"Teddy", she answered quietly.

"I brought you coffee."
She cupped the welcoming warm cup with her free hand and pulled it under her nose. "Mhmm, you would not think of it as possible, but I even missed the Seattle Grace Mercy West coffee", she said, offering a small smile.

"More than your best friend?", Teddy asked and raised an eyebrow. "How are you?"
"Bailey said, she needs some rest. What if I had not found her, Teddy? What if my flight would have been just ten minutes late?"
"Don't think about that, Arizona. You were there. And apparently you even convinced Sloan to give you his spare key. Some things happen as they do for a reason."
She shot her best friend a death glare Bailey would have been proud of.

"I don't mean that it should have come this far – and we all carry our share of the blame for that. But what is more important now is, that she is alive. She's breathing and she will be okay, physically. And that you stay", she added in a serious tone. "You'll stay, right? You don't go back to Malawi when she's out of the hospital."
"No. I'll stay. And if she does not want me to in the beginning, I'll just have to prove that I won't bail on her again.