Prompt: Wanna tease you just with one word- heartbeat. Spread your fantasy ;)
As a surgeon it is easy to cheat death. If someone is dying, organs rotting, toxins spreading through their body, life is hanging on by a thread. What do surgeons do? They look death in the face and say "no"; they shock the heart with the proverbial warning "clear". They scream it actually. Loud, bold, frank, and quite insulting to some degree. They replace the organs, filter the blood, cut, open, stitch and close. It's an art and yet it is primitive at it's core. Something wrong? Cut it out, throw it away, get rid of it at any cost.
Death doesn't take kindly to these antics. Sometimes it strikes back, reaching out and claiming a life that matters more than any other. Death is vengeful, angry, unforgiving. Arizona Robbins knows all too well.
It seems second nature to save the life of a tiny human. She knows the procedure, has memorized their anatomy, and her skill is simply unparalleled. Peds is something she's mastered. No one can ever deny that.
But it comes at a cost. The death of her only brother, the man who taught her to be brave and kind. Everyday his absence in her life makes it hard to smile. Luckily she has Calliope, who will always be a source of strength and happiness.
Then there was Nick. The only man she's ever loved outside of her father and brother. He was there when she lost Timothy and promised to always be strong enough to help them both. But now he's gone too, another promise broken.
The list doesn't end there. How badly Arizona wishes it did. Her daughter's father died in a plane crash, Sofia will never know him. Arizona never knew her own grandfather because he died serving his country. So many important people lost to that darkness. It's a chilling realization when she recounts it all. Sometimes she gets these panic attacks, falls back into the moments of being stranded in the woods. Her body is numb, her mind is blank, and yet… somehow she's overrun with a pain that threatens to choke her. She can't breathe.
Then Callie wraps her arms around the smaller women, taking in her pain as her own. That tender touch is enough to calm the most haunted soul, and it does. It frees Arizona from her worry and anxiety if only for a moment. The blonde turns into the body that matches her's so well, and breathes in the intoxicating scent of her wife. Their embrace is warm, perfect, infinite almost… hopefully.
"I got you okay… I'm right here if you need anything?" Callie says softly, doing her best to soothe Arizona, and lead her back to the present and out of her nightmare.
Arizona shakes her head quietly. All she needed was the contact. All she wanted was to feel alive and safe, and both are possible in the brunette's arms. "I just need you…. Just… Let's stay like this. I can hear your heartbeat." The blonde traces the scar on Callie's chest idly, glad that death did not make it away with her greatest love of all.
Callie pressed her nose into golden locks and smiled sweetly. "Beats for you. My heart will always beat for you, Arizona. Always."