Hey everyone! New update! I knoow, it took so loong and I've read all your reviews... and I completely forgot how much this fandom dislikes Erica Hahn *cackles like a crazy person*

Anyway, let's start with the disclaimer first: I don't own Grey's Anatomy or any of its characters. They are the sole property and creations of ABC and Shonda Rhimes. I'm just playing in Shondaland.

Beeex3 - I am so sorry for that, I assure you though, there are no scenes of Callica in this fic.

Calzonafan123 - Love isn't something your heart forgets, even when your brain can't remember *wink*

DtownGurl4488 - I am not embarrassed to say that I squealed when I saw you reviewed and read my fic! THANK YOU. They definitely need some form of therapy or counseling session after this, can't have traumatized surgeons running around with scalpels and trauma fuelled decisions.

FFChik - Callie definitely needs her family and her village to help right now. I'll be featuring our little Calzona baby a lot more after this, Sofia is just too cute to neglect.

Tington78 - Are you saying you want me to write a catfight scene? *thinks*

lonelykid293 - Fear not, my loyal reader, no scenes of any Callica moments will make it in this fanfic. Thank you for your kind words!

This chapter will hopefully soothe all the Calzona lovers and the Hahn haters. I swear, Erica Hahn is a grown-up in my fic hahaha

Enjoy the new update!

-Banewrites

Chapter 9: The one where the bad news just keeps piling up

Back in Callie's room, Erica continued to hold the distraught woman, and the Latina clung to the taller blonde as she tried to calm herself. Around them, Amelia and Cristina silently looked on. All three women had seen the way Arizona reacted, and they had watched her walk away.

Cristina was pissed off at the reaction of the blonde, especially knowing that Callie was in a delicate situation right now. The Korean woman wanted to understand the thought process of one Arizona Robbins-Torres, but she really couldn't. In Cristina's mind, although that same mind was still also suffering the bad effects of trauma and possible PTSD, Arizona was taking the coward's way out with regards to a person she swore to love for the rest of her life.

Amelia was saddened by this turn of events. The younger Shepherd could definitely set aside her feelings and look at things objectively, especially since Callie was her patient at this point, but she could also sympathize with Arizona. As a neurosurgeon, she's had experience with a lot of trauma involving the brain. Retrograde amnesia wasn't a common effect of most TBIs but it does happen, rarely, but it does and it did this time. Amelia had seen families break down due to the strain of such injuries, though she silently hoped that it wouldn't be the case now. She was one of the people who waited in anxious fear for a word or any update when the plane crashed. She could never imagine what they had gone through, but it felt unfair to her that they would be experiencing more pain and trauma after.

After a few more minutes of silence, Callie's sobs slowly turned into soft sniffling until the Latina pulled back slightly from her position against Erica. "I'm sorry about breaking down. I…" the woman cut herself off. What would she say anyway? She didn't really understand the situation herself yet.

It was Amelia who answered this time. "You have nothing to apologize for, Callie. Your response is perfectly normal, given the situation. Now, I know you're confused and probably tired as well so I will keep this brief. You are suffering from retrograde amnesia. This is a side effect of your traumatic brain injury. There's bruising in your brain from a contusion you received from a heavy impact." The neurosurgeon paused as she let this sink in. They didn't need to give her every detail of what happened because it might cause too much confusion but they needed to give her something too. "You, along with Dr. Yang over here and several others were in a plane crash. You were missing for four days and when you were finally rescued, there were complications. We had to put you in a medically induced coma for a month. It has been three weeks since we eased you off of the drugs. We feared the worst when you didn't wake up immediately, but I'm personally glad that you're awake." Amelia gave Callie a small smile before she went back to doctor mode.

"Now I need to finish your neuro exam and then you can catch up with your friends. Doctor Hahn, if you wouldn't mind." When Erica moved to a chair next to the bed, Amelia proceeded to finish her assessment of Callie before declaring nothing else wrong with her brain function other than the amnesia. Now it was time to check her motor functions because Amelia had noticed that though Callie had been sitting up and moving, the lower part of her body, mainly her legs, barely moved.

Amelia turned to Cristina, leaning close to whisper, "was Callie able to move and walk around when you were in the forest?"

The Korean woman looked at Amelia and nodded. "Yes. Why?" Cristina asked, frowning.

The neurosurgeon nodded towards the orthopod's legs, discreetly moving one of her hands to poke at Callie's foot. The two women watched as the Latina didn't even seem to notice the touch. Callie was currently resting back on the bed, her eyes once again closed while the blonde surgeon was now also watching the two women at the foot of Callie's bed.

Taking a deep breath, Amelia decided to do the rest of the tests. "Alright, Callie. I'm going to test your nerve functions. I'll be poking you with this pen and I want you to tell me if you feel anything. No need to open your eyes for this, I know you're tired." Getting a nod, the neurosurgeon started at Callie's upper torso. The Latina responded positively until Amelia reached her pelvic area, right where the bruising started when they did the scans. It wasn't all negative as there was some reflex action when she reached the toes, but no feeling response from Callie.

When all she heard were sighs and whispers from the others in the room, the Latina opened her eyes and turned her attention to her doctor. "What is it? Stop whispering with Cristina and tell me!" the Latina's outburst visibly shook the two women, making them both jump.

"I don't… Umm... I'm sorry doctor Rob... Torres, but it seems that there might have been some damage to your lumbar spine. It might not have been as bad when it first happened, though something might have aggravated it. As of right now, you may not have any control or sensation on both legs." The neurosurgeon pocketed her pen, looking nervously at the other two occupants of the room while waiting for Callie's reaction.

"WHAT!? No…" Frantically throwing off the blanket covering her legs, Callie leaned forward and started touching her legs, and then clawing and scratching at the limbs as she felt absolutely nothing. She would have probably drawn blood with her one good hand had Erica not taken a hold of her hand and pulled her back. "Cal, stop. It's not going to do anything, you know this."

"No… no… no… NO! THIS CAN'T BE FUCKING HAPPENING!" The Latina was growing more and more frustrated at the situation, and with her frustration came the increase of volume in her voice.

Amelia walked over to the woman's side and attempted to lay her hand on Callie's shoulder. The ortho surgeon angrily pushed it off. "No. I want Derek Shepherd. I want the other Shepherd. GET ME DEREK FUCKING SHEPHERD NOW!"

By this time, the commotion within the room and Callie's raised voice had attracted the attention of the staff outside and the occupants of the other room. Upon hearing his name, Derek had Meredith wheel him to the other room, while a despondent Arizona stayed in the room with a still groggy Mark Sloan and a worried Lexie Grey.

"Hey, Callie. You were calling for me?" As soon as Derek spoke, everyone's attention turned to him. Callie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped as she stared at Derek in a wheelchair, wearing a patient gown, an IV sticking out of one hand while the other was in an immobilizing sling.

"W-what happened to your hand?" The Latina was almost afraid of the answer. A surgeon's hands were treasured above all else, and any serious injuries involving your hand can become a one-way ticket to losing your career.

Derek gave the younger woman a sad smile. "I was in a plane crash with you and other doctors. My hand got trapped and you helped me out, I have a hand thanks to you. I'm sorry for the damage to yours though," he had an idea of what was going on based on Callie's question, and as an experienced neurosurgeon himself, he knew he needed to give as little detail as possible so as to not confuse the already confused brain of someone suffering from retrograde amnesia.

Callie swallowed thickly as Derek told her the story of his injury, and then she looked down at her heavily bandaged right hand and her immobilized left arm and shoulder. The Latina couldn't help but break down crying once again when she looked down at herself and remembered why she was screaming for Derek just now. "I can't feel my legs, Dr. Shepherd. I can't… My legs…"

Derek frowned and looked up at his younger sister. "Amy, where did the sensation stop?" he inquired.

"The sensation stops completely at L4. There is some reflex movement, so it might be an incomplete injury. When we conducted the initial scans for Callie, dr. Sheen did a full-body X-ray, and we found a troubling dark spot in the area between L3 and L4. Cristina told me she was walking in the forest, so the injury could have been minor during the ordeal but it may have been aggravated sometime after. Did she ever lose any mobility during your time out there?" The younger Shepherd explained, looking between her older brother and her patient, who was once again being comforted by a now stone-faced Erica Hahn.

Derek sighed and rubbed his eyes with his good hand. "I'm not… Meredith and Callie were looking for our medical bags on the second day, and they were gone for a while… We saw Meredith running back alone, calling for help. She said Callie collapsed and when I got there, Callie was on her back on the forest floor. We had to drag her over rocky and uneven ground. It could have aggravated her injury." It might just be their fault that Callie had this spinal cord injury.

Behind Derek, Meredith looked uncomfortable. She seemed to be battling something before she spoke. "Callie wasn't… I dragged her that way before I ran for help. We were on top of a steep embankment and she climbed down and climbed up with three medical bags strapped to her body. She collapsed just before she was able to pull herself fully to the top, and I had to drag her body up. I turned her over to check her breathing before I ran for help. She might have landed on rocks or… something." The resident explained as she looked down on the floor, unable to look at her friends. After all that Amelia had said and how distraught Callie was, Meredith believed fully that the blame was solely on her shoulders and she couldn't look at them because of it.

Callie wanted to comfort Meredith or even tell Derek that none of it was their fault except she didn't know that because she couldn't remember a single thing about what happened or even the events of the past four years. There was such a big gap in her memory that all the Latina could do was listen to her colleagues and watch them silently blaming themselves. She didn't feel confident about anything she might want to say because if it is their fault? Should she be angry? Why? What happened in that accident? Callie didn't know the answer to any of this and trying to find one just gave her a headache. The more she tried, the more frustrated she got, and the worse the headache got, though she didn't mention anything to anyone or even showed any outward reaction to this. A headache was minor compared to what she had now.

Of all possible trauma injuries she could incur, it had to be amnesia huh? On top of a spinal injury too. How much of her memories did she lose? Now that the Latina looked at the people around her again, everyone seemed to have aged some years. Erica had more lines on her face, Cristina seemed older and without the cold robotic mannerisms that Callie remembered her having, Meredith and Derek looked older as well. "How much time did I forget? You're all older, and this hospital looks familiar but new at the same time. I'm in Seattle Grace, aren't I? So… Apart from the fucked up legs I have now, how much of my life did I also forget?" Callie questioned, a dark chuckle escaping her lips at her question.

"Four years. You lost four years worth of memories." Cristina was the one who answered this time. The Korean woman had stayed silent the whole time during the explanation about Callie's injuries because she didn't have anything to contribute, she wasn't there when they dragged Callie back but this she could answer.

Callie turned to Erica, "and what are we?" she asked. There were a lot of things she needed to process, and the Latina often processed things out loud, that hasn't changed. Now, she needed to know the status of her life and the people in it or the people she hoped were still in it.

Erica sighed before she answered. "The last memory you remember of me walking out was the last time we saw each other until now. I… I resigned from Seattle Grace and transferred to Mount Sinai in New York four years ago, and…" the blonde cardio surgeon placed her hand on top of Callie's, showing a wedding ring and an engagement ring in plain view. "I've been married to my wife for two years now. I came to Seattle two months ago to help. I'm sorry, Cal."

Callie let herself fall back onto the pillows behind her heavily, wincing when she felt a sharp pain. "Careful, Cal. Your surgical sites are still healing," Erica added when she saw the wince. Amelia immediately rushed to the head of the bed to inspect Callie's bandaged head for any bleeding. The Latina huffed in annoyance but let the other woman check her over.

Okay. Callie began to think back to what she knew now. So she lost four years worth of memories. She was in a plane crash with Derek, Cristina, and Meredith. Erica and she broke up years ago. She had been in a coma for almost two months, and…

"Who was that pretty blonde woman holding my hand when I woke up?" Callie asked the room in general, looking at everyone to gauge their reactions. Everyone looked uncomfortable all of a sudden, looking at each other but not her. This frustrated the Latina, and her patience with all this avoidance was getting thin. "I have amnesia but I'm not stupid, now who is she?" the ortho surgeon asked again, glaring at everyone around her.

Again, it was Cristina who answered. "Her name is Dr. Arizona Robbins-Torres. She's your wife, Cal."

As soon as the words registered in her head, Callie's mind started racing. Arizona Robbins-Torres? Wife? Arizona? As she started to process this new bit of information, a steady throbbing presented itself and Cristina's words were suddenly echoing in her head. One word in particular.

"Arizona?" As soon as the name left her lips, a searing pain erupted from Callie's head. The Latina cried out and made a grab for her head before her vision was suddenly enveloped in white and all she knew was pain, pain, and the faint but frantic voices around her and then nothing.

Oookay... So no one hates me right?

*hides*

I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner but be patient! Trust in Calzona because this is DEFINITELY Calzona endgame, just with several bumps and traumas

-Banewrites