A/N: WOAHH, two chapters in one night! Here you go.

I don't own Grey's la de daaa

Callie felt her phone buzzing in her pocket and pulled the iPhone out to see her beautiful wife's picture fill the screen.

"Hey baby, I know I said 5:15, and it's now 5:50, but I'm just grabbing a coffee and I'll be home quick," Callie said, figuring Arizona was wondering where she was.

"Callie," Arizona said, her voice off and sluggish.

"Arizona? What's wrong?" Callie asked, Mark looking at her worried.

"I need- I need help," Arizona said.

Callie jumped out of her seat before Arizona could finish the sentence, her coffee left spilt over the table.

Callie rushed home, thanking God on the way there that the couple only lived 5 minutes from the hospital.

She ran up the stairs, ignoring her phone in her back pocket as it rang Mark's distinctive ring.

She opened the apartment door and called out for Arizona.

"Callie," Arizona called out.

Callie followed the direction of Arizona's voice into the bedroom.

Arizona was sitting on the floor against the bed.

She was barely conscious.

Callie knelt on the floor in front of her wife.

"Arizona, I'm here. I'm here baby, what do you need," Callie said, brushing Arizona's hair from her sweat covered face.

"Insulin," Arizona said, barely above a whisper.

Callie ran into the bathroom and grabbed Arizona's kit.

She filled a glass with water and rushed back into the bedroom.

She knelt back on the floor in front of Arizona, gently placing the cup to the blondes lip, tilting a little water in her mouth.

Callie took Arizona's level, her eyes growing wide when she read the number in front of her.

58

Callie filled the syringe with the right amount of insulin and pulled up Arizona's shirt, sticking her in the stomach gently, whispering gentle things to Arizona.

Callie leaned back against the bed and pulled Arizona into her lap and rested the blonde's head against her shoulder.

Minutes passed, but to Callie they felt like hours before Arizona was feeling better, she was still weak and lightheaded but found the strength to sit up away from Callie and lean back against the bed.

"Arizona, you didn't check your levels at all today," Callie said, worried, her voice loving and gentle.

"I don't know, I just forgot," Arizona said, her voiced laced with various emotions.

Sadness. Embarrassment. Guilt.

Callie reached over and wiped a tear away.

"Hey, it's okay. Your okay," Callie said, grabbing her wife's hand.

"I'm sorry," Arizona said, fresh tears falling.

"Arizona, you have nothing to be sorry for. Your still getting adjusted to this, so am I. It's okay, we're learning," Callie said.

"But I'm a doctor," Arizona said, through closed teeth, her voice angry.

Not at Callie, but herself.

"I shouldn't have been so stupid," Arizona said.

"Arizona Marie Robbins, you are far from stupid. You are the most brilliant, most compassionate, loving person I know, and I'm not just saying that because you're my wife," Callie said, kissing her lips.

Arizona wiped away the tears.

"I love you Arizona, through sickness and health," Callie said, pulling Arizona back into her arms, allowing the blonde a chance to cry.

Through sickness and health.

A/N: Truth is, I want true love