Callie being there for Arizona. (Mid-11x14)
"Amelia, how's Herman doing?" Callie asked as gently as she could as she approached the smaller woman.
Amelia took a deep breath, noticeably worried. "She's still in a coma. I don't know if she's going to wake up."
Callie sighed, thinking of Arizona. Her ex-wife had already faced so much loss. It wasn't fair. "What do you think?" she asked. "Professionally. Do you think she can? Can she make it?"
"I don't know," Amelia shrugged sadly. "The surgery was completely unprecedented. "I'm trying to stay hopeful, though."
"Okay." Callie smiled softly. "Have you seen Arizona?"
"She was in there with 'er the last time I checked."
"Thanks," Callie said before she hastened toward Nicole Herman's room in the ICU. From outside the window pane-walled room, Callie looked at Arizona. She was holding her mentor's hand and looking so desperate and hopeful. She jumped slightly at even the smallest change in her stats and pressure.
Hesitantly, Callie slid aside the door and walked inside.
Arizona looked up toward the intruder, then smiled slightly when she saw that it was only Callie. "Hey," she breathed.
"Hey," Callie whispered back. "Any change?"
Arizona shook her head. "Not yet."
Callie nodded, not knowing what to say to comfort the other woman. "Have you eaten anything tonight?"
"No," Arizona shook her head.
"Can you eat?"
Arizona blinked at the brunette. "No."
Callie sighed sympathetically, dragging a chair across the room to sit beside her. "How can I help?" she murmured, concerned.
Arizona let out a shaky breath. "Just, you...being here is," she swallowed. "And don't say anything. Just be here. That helps."
"Okay," Callie nodded solemnly. She put her hand on Arizona's back and the blonde smiled up at her before refocusing her attention on her comatose friend, praying that she would wake up.
Callie prayed that she would, too.