Post 5x24- Callie apologizing to Arizona.
"Bailey! Have you seen Arizona?" Callie had been futilely searching for the blonde since their last interaction: when Arizona had stalked into the residents' lounge where Callie had been brooding about George and confessed that her brother had died in Afghanistan.
Callie felt like an idiot. All day, she had been cruel to Arizona for thinking that it was "awesome" that George had joined the army. She had been a monster to the woman she liked— and possibly loved.
She felt like such an idiot.
"Last I saw she was making rounds up on Peds," Bailey looked up from her chart.
"Thanks," Callie quickly raced toward the elevator. She needed to apologize. She felt awful.
When the elevator finally opened in front of the Pediatric Ward, Callie rushed out, looking down the adjacent hallways in search of Arizona. She spotted her rolling on her sneakers. "Arizona!" she yelled toward her.
Arizona stopped and turned toward the voice. She saw it was Callie and pursed her lips. She was still angry about the way Callie had spoken to her.
Callie walked toward her. "Do you have a sec?" she asked meekly.
Arizona didn't answer immediately. Finally: "Not really."
"Arizona..."
"Fine," she conceded. "Walk with me." She turned, continuing down the hallway, knowing that Callie would follow.
Callie raced after her, catching up to her breathlessly. "Wait. Stop walking for a second. I need to apologize and can't at this pace."
Arizona sighed, stopping her fast-paced strut and turning to Callie, crossing her arms. Callie stopped, too, and the two women looked at one another.
Callie made a face of surrender. She would beg for forgiveness if she had to. "I'm sorry about before," she began regretfully. "I was being stupid and thoughtless and self-involved... I shouldn't have said those things to you. And you're right," she shrugged, not knowing what else to say. She looked at her feet. She looked at Arizona's hard face. "I'm just sorry."
Arizona's face softened, and she nodded. "It's okay," she whispered. She turned to continue walking, but Callie grabbed her wrist.
Arizona looked up at her questioningly.
"You're still mad," Callie whimpered. "What can I do?"
Arizona genuinely smiled. "I'm not mad, Calliope. Seriously. I have surgery, but I'll come over tonight." She squeezed Callie's hand before walking away.
"Okay," Callie nodded. She would make it up to her girlfriend tonight. Maybe make her dinner? Everything would be okay.
Except dinner didn't happen. Because the guy who got hit by a bus was George.