Ok, guys I'm back. sorry it took so long to update. My life has been kinda hectic for the last month. I had two aunts pass away within a week of each other as well as making trips to Cali for funeral, plus work. So once again I apologize. Can you forgive me?

Any who, this chapter leads off right after Arizona is stabbed. Hope you all enjoy. Have a great day.

Chapter 13.

Callie's POV

I don't reall have a plan as how to get Arizona out of that house, but I'm willing to try anything at this point. I need to make sure that she is ok. For some reason I have a really bad feeling about something and I really can't put my finger on it. Why didn't I just make sure that she never went back to her to begin with. I had her with me when she was hospitalized the first time, and yet I let her go back to that evil bitch. What the hell was I thinking.

The whole way to Arizona's I kept arguing with myself. Blaming myself for being so stupid as to not know what was going on. Wandering why she never told me about what was happening to her. We shared everything with each other, and as important as this why didn't she come to me. She went to Mark of all people. I know that I shouldn't be jealous considering what he went through. Part of me is glad though that she had at least someone by her side. Someone that would understand what she was going through.

Right now I have no right to think that way. Yes, I'm pissed beyond belief at Arizona for not telling me, but at the same time I know her. She has to have a reason for keeping this from me. I don't even have a right to be pissed. All that I am concerned for right now is Arizona.

I slowly pull up in front of Arizona's apartment building. Taking a quick glance up to see if she is home, you can see her lights on from the street, I see that her living room light is on. I looked around the building first just to make sure that her car is here. Spotting her's and Randy's cars. The bad feeling that I was having only increased by tenfold. Something is definitely up.

I make my up to her door having hearing nothing, not even from her neighbors. Which is really stange, considering that her neighbor has a 11 month old as well as a 4 year old. Needless to say their is always something heard.

I pressed my ear to her door, still nothing. I started to get an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach that would not give. I took out the spare key that Arizona had given to me in case of emergency's, and I call this an emergency.

I quietly put the key into the door and twisted. I stepped in the house and what I saw nearly made me vomit. Their was blood on the carpet and walls. Blood in the kitchen especially on the fridge, that was across from Arizona's bedroom.

I stood their for what seemed like forever just taking in the scene. I quickly pulled out my phone and called 9-1-1 as I slipped into the guest bathroom.

"9-1-1 what i your emergeny?" came the operators voice.

I couldn't speak. How was Isuppose to explain this to someone that was on the phone and couldn't see what I just did.

"Hello, is anyone there?" came the operator once more.

I seemed to finally find my voice.

"Yes, my best friend needs help. Her girlfriend has been hurting her, and I'm in her apartment know. Please... I need someone. I don't know what happened... but their is blood everywhere". I was sobbing while trying to be quiet, so Randy wouldn't hear me.

"Ok ma'am you need to calmn down, do you know her address?" I quickly and quietly gave her the address. I heard a noise in the kitchen and held my breath. The operator was still talking to me on the phone. But, I wasnt paying any attention to what she was saying. I needed to make sure that Arizona was ok. Finally, what felt like an eternity I heard Arizona's voice a plain and simple "fuck you" that's my girl. Her voice only sounded as a whisper, but I could hear it. Which ment that she was still alive. I released the breath that I din't even know that I was holding.

"Ma'am, can you hear me? Help is on the way. Please stay calm. They will be their in 2 minutes. I need you to stay on the line with me to ensure your safety."

Bullshit, I need to help Arizona. I hung up the phone with the operator and quiety went down the hall to Arizona's bedroom. Making sure not to be seen as well. I reached the bedroom and noticed first off the blood. My Arizona's blood, smeared and sprayed everywhere. Arizona was laying on the bed tied by her arms and legs to the head and foot board making in to where she wouldn't be able to move. Randy was sitting on top of her bent down whispering in Arizona's ear. She then sat up and that's when I noticed the scalpel in her hands. She raised her hands above her head and started to bring the scalpel down on Arizona as if she were going to stab her.

I couldn't think, I just did. I flung myself under Arizon's body to protect her and was stabbed instead. The scapel hit in between my ribs on the right side. That shit hurt, no doubt, but it's for Arizona. I took a quick look at her and noticed that she had passed out. No doubt from the pain she was in and my added weight to her body.

I started to fight Randy, trying to get off of Arizona as well to not cause anymore damage. I punched Randy in the face, making her fall backwards. Careful to get off Arizona, I stood up to come face to face with a gun.

"Well, what are you going to do now, Callie? You can't be her night in shining armor. She killed my son, it only seems fit I do the same to her what she did to him."

"Do you think that will solve anything, Randy? Do you think that killing her will bring back your son? You might be hoping that it will. but it won't. He was sick, we both know that. He was sick and she tried everything to save him. Arizona never gives up on her patients. You of all people should know this."

As im trying to plead my case, i start to feel lite headed and its very hard to breath. I can feel my wound bleading where the scalpel is still sticking out of my side. i have my hand presed to my side to hopefully help with the bleeding.

Randy, noticing my hand held to my side, starts to walk toward me.

"You know she never loved you right. All of this was for nothing. While you were looking at her with nothing but love, she looked at me that way. She never once loved you. You saved her life for nothing." Randy said coming closer. I started to cry even though I was trying so hard not to.

"It was worth everything. She may not love me, but she is still a person. She is a person that helps children. She is a person that loves, never sees the bad in other people. You for example, she never thought you would be a PSYCHOTIC BITCH!" wrong thing to say. Randy stepped right in front of my and in one quick move pushed the scalpel the rest of the way into my body.

With what little bit of energy that I had left, I managed to shove Randy to the nearest wall to knock the gun out of her hand. No such luck. She had fallen back and as soon as she hit the wall, the gun went off. I still stood their in the same spot trying to figure out where the bullet went. I looked at Arizona, thinking that she was the recipient of the bullet. I couldn't find anything.

I looked back over to Randy, just as the police entered the appartment guns drawn. Seeing Mark behind them on his way over to me. As soon as he was in front of me, blackness evaded my senses.