Disclaimer: This is AU. I do not own any of the characters from Grey's Anatomy. I just manipulate them to my will. Also, any line or phrase or setting that seems remotely familiar from any other show, movie or book, also not mine. I borrow… But any original characters are mine. Hands off.

AN: Let's see how Arizona is holding up. Enjoy.

Chapter 38

Arizona's POV:

…ow…shit. I hurt everywhere. Why can't I move? What the hell happened? ….Where am I? I smell….I smell hospital. …I fucking hate hospitals.. What happened?...

I fight my body, my mind. They are telling me to rest, but something within me, some subconsciously is telling me I need to wake up. I need to open my eyes. …open, open, open. Slowly, I see a sliver of light. My eyelids are so swollen I can open them but a fraction of what I should be able to. I let out a moan of pain. I try to flex my legs. A wave of pain shoots down my right leg. I try to clench my hands, both arms contesting the effort. My chest is tight, it's hard to breath. My head is pounding. My face is…my face is done. I don't want to think about what my face looks like. If it's half as bad as how it feels, I don't want to see it.

I fight more and more to become aware of my surroundings. Another moan of pain, this one with more recognition force.

"Arizona…" Someone says quietly, but even that makes me flinch in pain. "Arizona…just relax." Those words just make me fight more. …don't tell me what to do. ….What happened? I start moving around more, pain coursing through my body but it doesn't deter me. I know I have to get up, I just don't know why.

"Arizona…stop fighting. …Relax. You're going to hurt yourself…" The same voice warns me. I keep fighting. "She's not going to stop… up her meds…" …no …don't. I don't want the darkness…I need light. I need to get up. But it doesn't help. Darkness descends on me again…

…Shit…what happened? Why does it feel like I got hit by a train? Why can't I move? Why can't I breathe? I make my way back into consciousness again. …how much time has passed? Finally, I force my eyes open as much as I can. Light searing my corneas, making my head throb. If I had anything in my stomach it would make a reappearance.

"…fuck…" I breathe out. My mouth is raw. My lips are split all over. My jaw is tight.

"Arizona...Arizona?..." The voice soothes.

"Shhhh…" I shush it, it's still too loud. I look to the chair next to my bed. "Teddy…what happened?"

Teddy hesitates "W-what do you remember, what do you think happened?" I rack my brain. All I can see is blurriness. The last thing I remember for certain is…deciding to ride another season.

"Fucking bull! …I got trampled by another bull didn't I?" Why else would I feel this bad.

"No….Arizona. You…you don't remember the hospital? The…the gun?" Teddy tests the waters.

"Gun? …What gun?" I can feel memories trying to claw their way back in, but they need more help.

"Y-you got shot?... You beat the shit out of the gunman?..." She keeps giving me clues. I give a slight shake of my head. I can see fear in her eyes. …she hasn't told me the worst yet. "….Callie?" It all comes flooding back to me. Callie shot. Callie bleeding. Callie dying. Callie cold.

I jerk up, instantly regretting the action. My whole body becomes consumed in pain. I fall back, trying to control my breathing, trying to fight through the tears that have collect in my eyes.

"Arizona…you can't do that. You need to rest." Teddy places her hands on my shoulders to keep me down.

"No. I need to see her…." I look at Teddy, her face is pale. "Tell me she made it….s-she, she's not-"

"No, she's alive. She is." Teddy places a tender hand on my forearm.

"I need to see her." I go about getting up again, this time a lot slower. Again, Teddy restrains me, ceasing my efforts.

"No. You need to rest. You're in this hospital bed for a reason. You took a hard beating…I…I-I don't know how you are awake right now, but you need to rest." Finally, I take in my surroundings. It definitely is a hospital, but it's not Seattle Grace.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Seattle Presbyterian." Teddy answers.

"Is Callie here?"

"Yes, she is up in ICU."

My blood runs cold. …ICU? …Intensive Care? "Take me." My eyes are begging her.

"No."

My anger, my rage from earlier today…yesterday….whenever it was returns. My heart starts pounding faster making my heart monitor beep loudly in distress. "Fuck sakes! Teddy, I am not asking you. I need to see her. You telling me she is alive is not enough. I need to see her breathe. I need to feel the warmth of her skin. I need to feel her heart beat. Only then can I rest." She just looks at me, not expecting this reaction from me. "Now….unhook my shit and get me a wheelchair. I'm sure as hell not making it on my own two feet."

"Arizona…" She gives a tone.

Tears spill down my cheeks. "Please…Teddy. I…I-I need to see her." I can see the internal struggle she is having. "What…what if it was Addison?" Low blow, I know but I'm desperate.

A half hour later, Teddy has stolen a hospital wheelchair and has unhooked me from most of my machines. My so called doctor protested heavily, but he had not chance against two strong headed women intent on their goal. As she wheels me through the halls of the foreign hospital, I am able to recognize many from Seattle Grace. Some are crying, some are talking, some are just lost in their own thoughts. …traumatizing for all.

"How many?" I ask while watching a group of nurses huddled together cry.

"Nine…. He shot and killed nine people." Teddy's voice is distant, like she is trying to detach herself from this mess. …they shouldn't have stopped me. He deserves a painful end.

Two floors up, Teddy wheels me to the door of a glass enclosed room and turns me away. She comes and kneels in front of me.

"Arizona… You need to know this before we go in. …It was bad. …Really bad. Dr. Hahn got here in time, but a lot of damage was done. We...we still don't know how fully she will recover, if she will at all. She is in a medically induced coma, to give her body a chance to recover. ….She will most likely need at least one more surgery, if not two." Tears are streaking down my face unabashed. Teddy wraps her arms weakly around me. Any contact with any part of me sends bolts of pain through me.

She pushes my chair in to Callie's room. Her body stretched out, tubes and wires sticking out of everything. I don't cry, I can't because…this isn't Callie…this isn't my Calliope. This is a shell of the woman I love. Teddy parks my chair by her bedside.

"I'll give you a couple minutes…" She excuses herself. I don't hear her.

Lifting my casted right hand up, I hold Callie's right hand as much as I can. I can feel her skin beneath my swollen fingertips. I can feel her warmth. There is a tube down her throat, her eyes are shut. I can see the steady breathing her machine is providing for her. A monitor beeps, signaling every beat her heart takes. …she's alive.

"Calliope?..." I whisper. "Calliope….are you in there?" More beeping, more air being pushed into her lungs, but no voice comes out of her mouth. "I…I'm here. I'm right here…I'm not going anywhere. …Ever again…." I hold her hand in mine as I watch her, urging her to open those eyes. Finally, a tear traces down my face.

A woman in red scrubs walks in flips open Callie's chart. I turn as much as my broken body will allow and look at her through swollen eyes. Blonde hair…blue eyes…Hahn.

"Dr. Hahn?" I ask, my voice muffled as it makes its way out of me battered and bruised mouth. Her sad eyes lock on to me.

"Arizona?" I nod. "How are you feeling? …You passed out midway through our call…" She gives me a cursory exam, seeing my misshapen face, my casted hands, the way I hold my body in attempts to keep my weight off my left side, the way I flinch at every breath because of multiple crushed ribs.

"Callie…how is she…what…what, will she be ok?" I don't matter, she matters. Callie matters. …she's the only thing that ever matters.

The doctor takes a deep breath, glances at my girlfriends chart, then looks me in the eyes. Blue locked on blue. "The bullet entered just above her diaphragm, it pierced her left lung and ricocheted around her chest. A lot of damage, but Dr. Yang was able to stabilize her enough to give me time to get here. We have patched her up, but there are still splinters of her ribs stuck that we weren't able to get."

"More surgery?" I turn and look at the pale body before me. …her magic is gone, her life, her spirit…it's not here.

"Yes… hopefully not for another 4 or 5 days. …I want to give her some time to heal before we have to open her up again."

"Overall…will she be ok?"

Erica looks at the body of her former friend and lover on the bed. Sadness drips from her eyes. "…Yes. She's a fighter. She'll beat this. But it won't be easy." …of course it won't. When has anything ever been easy? "I'll check on her again in a couple hours. You should rest as well… you've taken just as much damage as she has." I nod. Pain is starting to seep deep into my bones, my medication wearing off.

I turn and call after the retreating doctor "Dr. Hahn?" She turns and faces me. "Thank you… F-for coming when I called. Coming when Callie needed you. I…I can't even begin to repay you."

She looks at me, studying me. "Do you love her?"

A tear streaks down my black and blue cheeks. "Yes…more than anything."

Erica looks between Callie and myself. A small smile crossing her lips. "Then we're even." She turns and exits the room.

Teddy comes back in after I see Erica mutter a couple words in her ear. "I should get you back to your room." I pull her phone from Callie's personal items beside her bed.

"Has anyone called her parents?" I ask.

"Uh….no I….I don't think so."

I scroll through the list of contacts in her phone, finding the one I need. Taking a deep breath, I place the receiver to my ear. For the second time, I call someone Callie has pushed from her life but I know she needs them now. …even if she hates me for it.

"Hello?" a gravelly voice answers.

"Mr. Torres?"

"Mija, is that you?"

"No, sir. It's not Callie, my name is Arizona….Arizona Robbins. I..I…you need to come to Seattle." My voice starts shaking.

"Is Calliope alright?" Terror seeping into her father's words.

"No…no she's not. Just come, please…"

…she needs you.

AN2: Probably last update today, maybe not. Who knows? I don't have any more written yet, so I'm stewing on where to go from here. Many possibilities, but you'll just have to wait and see.