A/N: Okay I know. Sorry for the long wait but I have been so busy. Those of you that have done the Leaving Cert know how stressful these exams are and how much pressure are put on us students. Only ten weeks left and it is safe to say that the nerves are kicking in now. Anyway back to the point. I got a PM from Calzonafan123 and so I swore that I would get one out tonight. Enough of my rambling lets just get to the story.
Callie's POV
"Arizona" I scream at the sight. The lifeless form of my ex-wife sprawled at an awkward angle on the floor, a bluish tint to her skin; with the woman I hate the most in this world performing CPR on her. Unable to keep m gaze on Arizona I turn my attention to the auburn haired surgeon.
"What the hell happened? Get away from her" I scream but she ignores me and continues pounding down on Arizona's chest. Her lack of response angers me and without thinking I lunge at her catching her off guard. Using her surprise to my advantage I force my weight on her preventing her from being able to move.
"What did you do to her?"
Once she realises that there is no easy escape from my hold she answers me.
"I didn't do anything to her. I came in and she was just lying there, we have to help her so get the fuck off me"
"I don't believe you"
"Like I give a shit what you think" she spits.
Suddenly remembering the blonde in need I scramble off Sophie and turn in the direction of Arizona to find Mark had been continuing off where I forced to stop.
"Did you call an ambulance?" I look back in Sophie's direction to find that she too is standing.
"I-I we can't. I mean they'd call the cops. We'd get arrested" Sophie looks at me pleadingly.
Like she believes that I won't take Arizona to the hospital to save her skin. If the woman I love wasn't dying on the floor beside me right now I'd find the look on Sophie's face hilarious. But Arizona is dying and I don't. Without breaking eye contact with Sophie I reach into my pocket and take out my phone.
When I finish the phone call Sophie's takes a glance towards the door. The only obstacle between Sophie and her escape route is me.
"Don't even think about it" I snarl making it clear to her that I know what she is thinking. She seems to admit defeat and crumbles down onto the nearest couch. I close the door and make my way over to Mark.
"Anything?" I ask.
"Nothing" Mark replies. "The pulse is still there but it's weak"
For the first time since I entered the room I look at Arizona. Really take her in. I'm able define features nobody would notice unless they really paid attention. There is no make up hiding her true appearance. Arizona always looked the most beautiful without make up. Not now. Her dry anaemic looking skin and her chapped lips giving away the damage she was self inflicting on her body.
"Mark" I try again but the words have trouble coming out of my mouth but he seems to hear me anyway.
He looks up and makes eye contact with me before answering "Nothing" and then continued with his actions.
"Oh God" I feel something in my stomach churn and I run to the bathroom before emptying my days contents into the toilet bowl. When my stomach seems to be empty I drop to the cold stone bathroom floor.
How did it get to this? Is this where mine and Arizona's story ends? In a bathroom in Vegas? A bathroom. We are not in a bathroom. I am the one hiding away in a bathroom while my girl slowly loses the fight for her life. I despise my cowardliness.
I slowly get up and make my way back to find everyone on the same positions where I left them; Mark pounding on Arizona's chest and Sophie on looking genuinely distraught at the sight. Maybe she really does in her own twisted way love Arizona. I cannot entertain the thought of her doing all this just to hurt Arizona. Or to hurt me. The thought briefly occurs to me that maybe if I left Arizona and Sophie to it then we wouldn't be in this position but I quickly push that idea aside. No, if Arizona had never met Sophie than we would still be together. Our marriage wasn't the strongest but the love was there; it was the trust we lacked.
I am drawn out of my thoughts by a knocking on the door. I race over to it and allow the paramedics through.
"What did she take?" one of them asked while the other attended to Arizona.
"Heroin" Sophie answers before I get a chance. "she took three doses"
I snap head in Sophie's direction. Three doses? This wasn't an accident.
"Three doses? Why didn't you stop her" I throw in Sophie's direction my tone laced with accusation and disgust.
She seems to take offence to this as she stands and makes her way towards me.
"Maybe I could have if somebody didn't knock me out acting like a thug. If this is anybodies fault its yours. You were the last person she spoke to before she….."
She seems unable to finish her train of thought so I finish it for her.
"Before she tried to kill herself"
"You don't know that. We were happy. Before you showed up, we were happy"
"Arizona was a junkie!"
"At least she was a LIVING junkie!"
My anger and frustration gets the better of me again and I lunge for Sophie. However I never reach my target as I feel a large pair of strong arms around my waist holing me back which I know can only belong to my best friend.
This makes me automatically look in Arizona's direction which I have been trying not to do all night and see her already laid out in the stretcher the paramedics brought with them. It is also then that I hear Mark whisper in my ear whilst still holding me.
"It's alright Cal, we got her heartbeat back. She's back"
Mark and I have sitting on the incommodious hospital waiting room chairs for the past two hours. When Arizona's heart started beating again I was so overcome with relief and the objective of getting to the hospital safely that I forgot all about Sophie and she seemed to vanish without a trace. Probably getting as far away from Vegas as she can before the police catch up with her. They haven't made an appearance yet which is unusual but considering this is Vegas they can't be short of people overdosing.
"Do you think it's my fault?" I ask Mark after a lengthy silence.
"What?
"Arizona overdosing. Do you think it's my fault? I ask him again "be honest"
Mark let out a loud sigh just like he always does when he is about to say something serious. Or something I may not like to hear.
"I think maybe you could have handled things better with Arizona back there. I think taunting her was a bad mistake. You have to stop thinking about Arizona as Arizona and start thinking of her as what she is. An addict Callie. I mean there is no way you would have acted the way you did if it was anyone else. I think for the moment until Arizona is better that you are going to have to switch off your feelings for her"
"How can I…"
"I know its going to be hard Callie, believe me I know that. But you have to face reality and the reality is that you cannot have a relationship with Arizona while she is still using or when she is healing"
"But…"
"But nothing Callie. The only way you are going to be able to help Arizona is if you put some distance between the two of you. Focus on getting her better not your relationship"
I don't have any time to register Marks thoughts when I spot Arizona's doctor making his way towards us. I immediately sand up to meet him halfway.
"What happened? Is she alright?" I quiz as soon as I reach him.
"Everything is fine Dr. Torres. Arizona is fine. She is very lucky. Her heart rate weakened as an immediate result of the excess drugs she was pumping into her body in such a short amount of time. Now we've drained all the harmful toxins and she is sill hooked up to an IV which we'll keep in for the next few hours but overall is very lucky and she is very alive"
It seems like the heavy weight that has been on my shoulders has just been lifted and I feel elated. A foreign smile appears on my face which has not been genuinely present on my face for days.
"Thank you Dr. Jordan. Thank you so much"
"It's my job Dr. Torres but you're welcome all the same" he smiles back at me. "she is still asleep but would you like to see her?"
"Like you wouldn't believe. Just one minute"
I turn back to where I was sitting to grab my jacket when I make eye contact with Mark whose presence I didn't notice behind and I suddenly remember his words.
Is he right? Does Arizona's best chance of recovery depend on how much I distance myself from her?
