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Callie's POV
Erica took me to a very nice looking restaurant downtown. I didn't really say much, she kept talking about herself and her career. She ordered for me.
''Trust me you're going to love it'' she says to me.
How does she know that? Have we been here before? She has this strange look on her face ''we've been here a couple of times when I still lived here'' she says gently. Good thing she seems to be able to read my mind.
''When did you move away?'' I ask her.
''Oh that seems like a million years ago… But I guess it's about four, four and half, years ago'' she says.
''Oh'' I reply a bit disappointed.
''You look disappointed'' she says.
''Well yeah, I thought that you were maybe able to tell me more about my life here, and my engagement. Nobody else seems to want to tell me about that last one'' I tell her while taking a few sips of wine.
It's silent for a while, Erica seems to be in a whole other world, she just stares at her glass. The waiter joins us with our salads ''Enjoy your meal'' I say to her before digging in myself. We eat in silence, it's a bit uncomfortable.
''What do you remember?'' she asks when our plates are taken away.
''That's just it, I can remember basic stuff, and when Christina asks me about a surgery I can tell her everything form the first incision to the last stitch. But I don't seem to remember people. And then there's the 'accident' as they all call it, I do remember one part of it vaguely but it's blurry. And I don't even know if that's a memory of the 'accident' in the first place because nobody wants to tell me what really happened. Do you know?'' I ask her, hoping she'll tell me.
''I don't think everyone'll agree with me telling you this, and for the record you practically kicked it out of me'' she winks at me.
Again it gives me a weird familiar feeling, just like her smile. She takes a few sips of wine before continuing.
''This is what I know A… I mean your fiancée was being harassed and you wanted to help h… ehm 'them' and then you got stabbed a couple of times before hitting your head on the side walk or something, the rest you know.''
She finishes her glass and orders another one. What she tells me doesn't seem right though, in my memory there where guys and they where trying to se… I was lying on the ground and I got up to help her… her? I knew it! I knew I was gay! I smile to myself. The main coarse arrived, Erica got me the tuna and it was alright I guess. I decided to test my memory.
''Do you know where he is? My fiancée I mean'' I add the last part when she gives me a confused look.
Luckily she just swallowed her sip of wine because it looks like she was choking, I hand her over a glass of water.
''Okay let me help you with that right now honey'' she says after regaining control of her laughter again. ''You're gay, or bisexual or something so don't assume your fiancé's a guy'' she says to me with an amused smile upon her face.
''I didn't, I just wanted to check. But do you want to tell me to whom I was engaged?'' I ask her.
''Not my place'' she says.
''Then at least tell me if it's a guy or a girl!'' and I'm a few seconds away from pouting.
''Nope, listen to me Callie. You'll remember it all on your own. If we tell you these kind of things who's to say we'll tell you the truth? Some people might take advantage of you, and tell you I don't know… that they're your partner or that you owe them money or something. There's a really good reason why people don't tell you too much about yourself, you just have to be more patient okay honey?'' she says to me and finishes another glass of wine.
Is she right? Should I just wait for my memory to come back to me? But I deserved to know to who I was engaged to right?
''Don't I deserve to know with whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with?'' I ask her.
''And if I tell you will you love that person automatically then? And if so will you love 'them' because I told you? Or because you were engaged? Who's to say that it will come back to you when I tell you?'' she asks me.
Crap! She's right! I would never know if I truly loved 'them' or if I did because I was supposed to. And what if I don't like them at all? No she's right, I don't want to be told, I want to remember on my own.
Arizona's POV
I couldn't get up, I didn't want to get up either when somebody knocked on the door. After a while Mark came in using his copy of the key ''I thought I heard somebody cry'' he says to me while sitting down next to me.
''What's wrong?'' I hear he's concerned.
So I give him the most-evil-note-mankind-has-ever-known.
''She did what?'' Mark practically yells. ''Lexie told me Hahn stopped by earlier, that evil wicked witch!'' he stands up and starts pacing the room. ''What does she thinks she's doing? Doesn't she live in Boston now a days? I'll kick her back there if I have to!'' and he went on like that for another five minutes or so. ''Don't worry Arizona, I got your back!'' he concludes.
''Could you hand me over my phone?'' I ask him.
''Good idea! Call her and tell her to back the hell of!'' he says while handing me over my phone.
''I'm calling the chief and tell him I'm starting work again tomorrow'' I tell him.
''You told us you didn't want to start work because to you that meant moving on, starting your life without her or something like that'' he says confused while sitting down in front of me.
''I know what I said Mark, I meant it, and I still do'' I say with tears in my eyes.
''Then why on earth would you tell the chief that you'd go back to work tomorrow?''
''I'm not discussing this Mark'' and I want to dial the number but Mark grabs my phone
''You are discussing this with me!''
''I don't want your opinion Mark'' I tell him in a soft tone.
''I don't care! You promised me you wouldn't leave her! You said 'yes' when she asked you to marry her! So you are going to give me a damn good reason why you're leaving her!'' he practically yells at me.
''She doesn't know I exists Mark'' I say quietly. ''She's out on some sort of date, with a woman that hurt her badly in the past and she's probably having a good time. I can't tell her because she has to find out on her own… She awoke from her coma almost 6 weeks ago Mark I can't tell her who she can or can not go out with, she's a grown woman who in her opinion is single cause her fiancée is nowhere to be found'' he wipes away a few tears from my face before I continue. ''I can't tell her how much she means to me Mark, and I can't tell her to stop living her life. And that's why I have to let her go. I have to try and forget about the past and start focusing on the future, just like she's doing.'' I tell him this in a quiet and peaceful voice he has to understand why I'm doing this.
He stares at me and then back to the note, it's quiet for a long time.
''You should take her out on a date'' he offers hopeful.
''No I can't, I can't be around her without wanting to touch her, if I go out on a 'date' with her I'm almost certain something will happen''
''But that's good!'' Mark cuts me off ''I'll bet you the moment you guys hit it off she'll remember everything!''
''And what if she doesn't?'' I interject him. ''What if we 'hit it of' and she still doesn't remember squad? How am I supposed to 'date' my fiancée when she thinks we're going out on our first date?''
''But you don't know what'll happen unless you try!'' Mark pushes.
''Mark I'll always wait for her… You know that, but I have to try and let her live her own life''
''Just try it!'' he's getting mad, I can see it in his eyes.
I take my phone and scroll down to the right number, after a few rings the other person picks up the phone ''Hi it's Arizona, I'd like to start work again tomorrow.''
