What happened after the shower scene in 9x03.

"I can't even pee by myself!"

"Yeah, and it's a problem, because you now stink! This bathroom stinks!" Callie grabbed Arizona's wrists and heaved her into her arms, pushing them both into the shower.

"Get off of me! GET OFF OF ME! GET OFF OF ME!" Arizona exploded as she desperately pushed at Callie as the hot water soaked her through her hair and clothes. She couldn't stand Callie even touching her. Not like this. She was screaming. She was sobbing . Even she couldn't recognize herself.

"THERE'S NO WHERE ELSE TO GO! THIS IS MY LIFE NOW, TOO!"

Callie couldn't take this anymore. She broke down. With her eyes shut, head tilted back, lungs closed, she sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. How had her life come to this? How had her wife become this?

Finally, Arizona stopped fighting. She looked at her wife: the woman she had seen forever with. The woman she had hated for weeks. She saw that she wasn't the only victim.

Callie was in agony.

And as much as Arizona knew she should reach out to Callie, hold her, kiss her, do something, she couldn't. She was still so mad. She couldn't offer any comfort. Instead, she just looked at her broken wife: swollen eyes and soaked clothes. She looked at her and waited for her to stop.

Minutes later, when Callie ran out of tears and her sobs turned to small hiccups, she shut off the water. She couldn't look at Arizona. She was ashamed to have let down her guard, and she was scared to see the hatred in Arizona's piercing blue eyes. She couldn't take it. All she wanted was to hold her wife, but she knew that she couldn't.

Callie cleared her throat. "Come on," she slid her arm under Arizona's so that she could carry most of their weight. In the bathroom, she set Arizona down on the closed toilet and handed Arizona a towel. Without bothering to dry her soaked clothes, she quickly padded through their bedroom and grabbed a pair of Arizona's pajamas from a drawer and handed them to her. She grabbed the crutches by the bed and rested them against the counter beside Arizona.

Arizona looked up, wondering what her wife would do next. Callie was angry, but even then, she cared enough to make sure Arizona had what she needed.

Callie pursed her lips and shivered in her wet clothes. "I'm going to Mark's to go get dressed, and then I'm going to the meeting. There's leftover rice and chicken if you get hungry for dinner."

And, with that, Callie turned on her heels and headed out the front door without looking back.

She couldn't take anymore today.

After Arizona shrugged into her pajamas, she slowly made her way towards the bed; it had been her safe haven these past few weeks. Sleep (when she managed it) helped her forget that Mark was dead, and the blankets covered what was left of her mangled leg.

She tried to sleep but couldn't. Instead, she opened her laptop up to her video folder and clicked one.

"Who's the cutest little crack baby?" Callie cooed.

Old Arizona tipped her head back and laughed as she offered her finger to one of Sofia's tiny hands. The baby eagerly grabbed it.

Exasperated, Mark sighed from behind the camera. "Cal, you have got to stop calling her that."

Callie jokingly glowered at him. "Mark, look at her! She's addictive. She's a crack baby!" She turned her face back to the smiling baby. "You're my crack baby."

Old Arizona put her arms out, wiggling her fingers. "My turn!"

Glowing, Callie set the baby into her wife's waiting arms.

"Hey, it was my turn!" Mark complained.

"Suck it, Mark," Old Arizona retorted. Then, "Hey, princess. You're the most beautiful thing in the whole world, you know that?" She kissed her daughter's little forehead.

Callie smiled at her girls.

Suddenly, Arizona could only see their living room ceiling on the now overturned video camera screen. She heard Mark's footsteps heading towards the couch.

"Seriously," he said. "Sof wants to see her dada."

"Hey," Callie warned, mediating, "wait your turn."

Arizona stopped the video. She knew what came next. She had turned to peck Callie on the lips and Callie had put her arm around Arizona's shoulders, pulling her towards her.

Then, Mark had sneakily grabbed the baby and he and Arizona had started bickering, like they always did. The love was there, though. They had learned to love each other. They really had.

Arizona's breath quivered. How was Mark gone? And how was she still alive and so miserable?

She wanted to get back to that place. She wanted to let herself love Callie and let Callie love her, again. She wanted Mark back.

But, she couldn't do any of that, so she buried herself under the heavy comforter and waited for sleep to come.

It took much longer than it should.