Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.

Warning: Possible triggers for grief and loss issues.

A/N: You may have noticed some changes. I changed the title and the blurby bit because longer represents the story I'm trying to tell. Poor Arizona and Callie. They think things are bad now?

A/n2: a guest reviewer pointed out that I have an unconscious bias towards Arizona. It's not unconscious, it's true and I'm aware of it. Thank you for having the courage to call me out on it, I did listen. I will work on balancing this fic out, I promise. In my opinion they are both responsible for the mess they are in. I think it's easier to target Arizona as the guilty party because she acted on her insecurities by cheating, and indeed continues to do so. Callie didn't, she just thought them.

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Arizona had finally gotten back to her hotel room after her shift, and promptly collapsed on the grey pull-out bed. It had been an extremely trying day. She was exhausted and sad, having lost two patients today as a result of the bus crash. It wasn't fair. These children didn't deserve to die. No child ever deserved to die. It never got easier, losing a patient. It was almost worse than when she had children with terminal illness to care for. At least in those cases the children and their family's had a chance to say goodbye. They had family around them supporting them through their journey. There was some time to prepare, to grieve and to make sure the children got some wishes granted. Even if it never felt like enough could be done for them. Who was she kidding? No child should lose their life. It didn't matter the cause. Today was horrible...

Her leg was throbbing. She had been standing up for ten hours and felt terribly dirty, even though she had had a shower at the end of her shift in the hospital. She needed a bath. She had just decided to get up from her temporary bed to run herself a bath when she heard a knock at her hotel door. Who could it be at this hour? It was midnight.

Walking over to the door, she looked through the peephole. It was Callie. Maybe she had brought Sophia? That would brighten her day. She looked again. Callie hadn't. Callie knocked again. Callie looked royally pissed off. Arizona opened the door, about to say something and Callie marched in. Callie cut her off before she could say anything. She spoke as she walked her hands gesturing with short, choppy movements, stopping to turn and face Arizona in the hallway. Her eyes flitted to and from Arizona's face.

"This afternoon was not okay. You do not get to do that. You do not get to say something like that, to accuse me the way you did and then just walk out. That was not fair, what you said". Callie began. "You accused me of not caring for you, of not fighting for you, you have no right to do that."

Callie was gathering confidence as she spoke.

"Callie"... Arizona began.

"No Arizona, you said plenty this afternoon. This is my turn. I only came to say what I've got to say and then I'm leaving to go back to my place."

"Okay, so talk." Arizona looked her in the eye then, "would you like to sit down?"

"No." Callie took a deep breath, "you accused me of not fighting for you. Do you realise if I hadn't fought for you we wouldn't even have a relationship to start with because you would have run away? You judged me then. You assumed that because I was a 'newborn' that I wasn't good enough for you. I chased you, practically begged you to go out with me. And you hurt me...again and again. I took you back after Africa. You left me again, standing at the airport terminal, with my heart ripped out...then...you came back. Charged straight back into my life like you had done nothing wrong. I took you back. I forgave you. And the plane, and your stupid leg... You weren't just mean Arizona you were a monster! And during the storm once again you break my heart, you sleep with another person...".

Callie paused then. Out of breath from her outburst. Arizona remained silent, observing.

"You sleep with another person and instead of apologising about it, you try to blame me again, like you always do. Your apologies aren't even real, it's just thinly disguised blame."

Callie walked up to Arizona getting right into her personal space, "you want any remote chance with me, and I'm not promising anything..." She paused. They were close now, their noses almost touching. Arizona wasn't backing away she was just standing there stunned in the hallway.

"Arizona if you want any chance with me or our marriage you have to stop running. You have to stop blaming me for your actions, you have to face your grief. You have to deal with your leg. And... this bit is really important, Arizona, so pay attention. You. Have. To. Stop. Sleeping. With. Other. People!" She shouted, her index finger tapping against Arizona's heart, each time she hissed a word. "Then maybe, we might have a chance." She breathed softly.

"Okay I'm done, goodnight, I'll see myself out." Callie turned towards the door. She took one last look at Arizona and then left.

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Arizona sat stunned, on the couch, not sure where to begin with Callie's speech. She still needed that bath. Her leg still throbbed. She went and prepared it.

As she lay in the bath she reflected on all Callie had said. She decided to deal with it more in the morning. Her leg was starting to feel better. The water was starting to cool. It was time to go to bed. She reached for the handrail. There was no handrail. She tried to get out of the bath but she couldn't she was stuck. Could she fall out of the bath and get up that way? No, that wasn't going to work. Could she drag herself out? The bath sides seemed to high. A feeling of panic arose. She was stuck. How was she going to deal with this? Callie would know what to do. She should call Callie.

No, she couldn't call Callie. Callie wanted nothing to do with her. That wasn't an option. Sighing Arizona reached for her phone. The one person she wanted the most in the world and she couldn't call. She looked down her list and made a decisive decision.

"Leah, I need you. Can you come to my hotel room and let yourself in? I'm stuck in the bath."