A/N: Originally, I hadn't planned on leaving you guys on a cliffhanger for the holidays, but then I totally forgot that I wasn't going to take my laptop for my little trip during the holidays and so yeah, I'm really sorry for that. But I really hope this one makes up for this.

I expected a lot of backlashes from you guys, to be very honest. I thought that so many people would literally come at me because of the way I left it but then I'm happy that you guys like it so far. I won't disappoint you so please continue having faith in me and this story.

I think that this story has about five more chapters to go, but then again, the next chapter won't be out till I guess the 10th of this month? But then again, I am productive when I'm really busy so you may never know the next update might as well be tomorrow.

I have to say the initial draft of this was horrible compared to the idea I got while on my little trip. I hope you all enjoy it!

Heads up keep tissues handy!

Chapter 28: Arizona

Present day

Five seconds after Calliope Torres was shot.

Blood, I could see her blood everywhere as a shocked expression took over her face. At least when she shot me, I knew that I had a gun on mei I was prepared for impact, or well I don't know, now that it was in the past, the part where it had taken me by surprise seemed something really small. I saw Calliope going down on her knees as the blood oozed out of her at an alarming rate before she collapsed on the floor.

No! Not like this!

I rushed to her side and put my finger in the bullet hole. This was the fastest way to stop the bleeding. I could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart as it struggled to keep up. I was keeping her alive. I'm going to keep her alive, I have no choice.

I took her hand in my hand as I held onto it tightly.

She kept on mumbling something about me going to Disneyland alone as if she had already given up on life, as if she didn't see herself being dragged over there by me that this was the… no I refuse to believe that this is the end for her, I just can't do that.

If I'm ever going anywhere it is going to be with her and that's a promise.

I could hear the siren of the ambulance and some people speaking to me but my eyes were focused on the love of my life. It was too soon. Way too soon. I had just gotten her back. I-we were just making progress, moving past the hard stuff and now here she was clinging to life.

I felt someone pulling me away from her so I clung on tightly.

"Ma'am you need to let us take a look at her," someone said to me.

I looked up and saw the paramedic hooking her up on their portable monitors. I couldn't find my voice, so I tried to gather all the courage I had as I explained to him what had happened.

"Twenty-nine-year-old female, with a GSW to-to the chest. I don't think it nicked the heart but definitely got an artery. No history of heart conditions, high blood pressure or anything, so our main concern would be patching up the hole and taking out the bullet in the OR immediately."

The paramedic looked at me like he couldn't believe what I was saying. "I'm Dr. Robbins from Seattle Grace Hospital."

"Okay, Dr. Robbins, we need to take your friend to Mercy West as soon as possible."

"No! We are going to Seattle Grace!" I yelled. I cannot have anyone else touch her. I don't trust those quacks there and Calliope should get the best care she can.

"With all due respect ma'am that is the closest hospital-"

"I don't care, I need Dr. Altman, the best cardio-thoracic surgeon on this case and she's at Seattle Grace."

The paramedic looked conflicted "I don't think she ca-"

Once again, I cut him off.

"She will survive. Right now, the only thing keeping her from dying is my finger stopping all the blood from pouring out of her body, so let's move and get her to Seattle Grace as soon as possible!" I yelled.

The paramedics looked at each other before getting the stretcher out. "Alright, let's move people!" He yelled as all of them started helping.

Thirty minutes after Calliope Torres was shot.

"What the hell happened there Robbins! One minute you were breaking down my door and the next minute I'm getting a phone call from you telling me that Callie was shot! I need some answers right now, at this moment! What is going on with the two of you?"

I felt like I was stuck in a haze. Like I was hearing what he was saying but I couldn't quite make out what the words meant. A couple of minutes ago Teddy kicked me out of her OR. She told me that she couldn't save Callie if I was in there judging and questioning her every move. It wasn't that I didn't trust her, but it was Calliope's life, I couldn't risk anything. Then I managed to sneak into the gallery but then soon enough, Bailey found me and sent me to the showers to clean up. But before I could hop in, Mark caught up with me.

I knew that I was covered in blood, in Callie's blood. But I needed to be around her. She needed to know that she has to fight and that she can't give up.

"Robbins! Do you really have nothing to say! Callie might die!" That got my attention.

"She is not going to die." I don't think my voice was higher than a whisper and then suddenly Mark pulled me close and hugged me as he stroked my head.

I didn't even realize that I was crying, but I needed this. I hadn't realized that I was so weak, I have never felt so weak. Even when I was recovering from being shot, I didn't feel so defeated.

A week after Calliope Torres was shot.

There were tubes going into her arms, tubes going down her throat, tubes everywhere, machines keeping her alive. Teddy said that she managed to take out the bullet, but Calliope had lost a significant amount of blood and that she needed to rest and when her body caught up with all the trauma, she'd wake up.

That was what Teddy said, that Calliope will wake up.

So far it had been a week and there had been no improvement. Which is why, here I am, sitting in this empty room, because this was something that Calliope did when she felt defeated. This was something she did when she thought I was dead, that this is what gave her peace.

I was in the hospital chapel.

I walked up to the center before lighting a candle for her. "Hey God, it's me." I started. "I don't think you know me. I'm Arizona Robbins and I know I've never talked to you but I-I don't know what to do. This is what Calliope would want, so here I am." I could feel the tears making their way into my eyes. "I was never the religious one. I just, I wasn't raised to be that way. I was raised to love my family, my country, but then look at me now!" I almost laughed at that. "My country took my brother from me and my family, my family put Calliope in the hospital." Now the tears were freely pouring down my face. "I know it must seem selfish that I'm here when I need something from you, but… I'm here for her. She believes in you, she believes in everything good in this world, she believed in me and look at how that turned out. I let her down. I promised her that I would get her out of there alive, but now she's busy fighting for her life every single minute here." O took a deep breath. "Please, please just please don't let her die. It's not her time. I need her, I need her more than anything I have ever needed in my life. So please! I'm begging you to save her!"

I didn't realize that I was down on my knees shaking until I felt someone putting their hands on my shoulders. I looked up to see that it was Bailey. I thought she would say something, but she simply guided me to one of the chairs, sat me down and let me cry on her shoulder.

They called Bailey the Nazi, but if only they could see her now.

Two weeks after Calliope Torres was shot.

"Hey Calliope! I had this case today about this little kid who broke his arm for the second time." I said as I came into her hospital room. "He kept on insisting that he wanted a certain 'Dr. T' to fix his arm for him. Like he literally didn't let anyone touch him until I got there. It took me two hours to get the plaster on." I approached her bed and planted a kiss on her forehead.

Her complexion had started to become a bit greyish, but she still looked beautiful to me. "I spoke to Teddy the other day, she said that there was nothing medically wrong with you to not wake up yet, so I need you to cut out the drama."

I took a seat by the chair near her bed as I took her hand in my own. "I know you're mad at me, that you are upset that I couldn't save you, that I shot your father, or that I didn't try to find you, or whatever it really is. But I really need you to get up and fight with me, to talk with me! Not this!" I almost yelled.

"I need something to go on Calliope, the interns have already started to make bets about how long it would take for you to 'kick the bucket'. I mean you have to prove them wrong now you just have to!" I leaned over her and tucked her hair behind her ear. It looked a bit dull rather than dark and luscious like I was used to.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I look up to find Mark peeping in. "Hey, can I come in?" He asked.

I quickly wiped the tears that had left my eyes. "Sure, I didn't know you were working today."

"I wasn't, I came here to talk to you about something."

I cannot deal with his questions, not right now. And honestly, I'm not sure how much of it I should share with him. Callie wanted to keep him in the dark. She was pretty adamant about it, so I wasn't really sure about what I could tell him.

"Can we not talk right now? At least until Calliope wakes up?"

"Actually, it's about her," he said.

I sat up straighter in my chair. That was when I noticed the folder in his hand. "About a year ago, I was in a car accident. It was nothing major but then it did make me want to draw up some medical directives in case something bad ever happened to me."

"Okay." I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure where this was going.

"Callie was pretty shaken up by the accident and decided to draw up hers as well."

Suddenly, it felt like I couldn't breathe. Oh no, what did those papers say? "Mark, what do they say?" I asked or well whispered.

"If she's unresponsive for thirty days-"

"We still have time!" I cut him off. I couldn't hear the end of the sentence. "We still have over a week, so we will talk about that later."

"Arizona, there are so many things to take care of, what do we do about her apartment, about her-" but I cut him off again. How could he possibly talk about this. I thought he was Calliope's best friend.

"Calliope, is not dead yet, we don't need to do anything!" I yelled.

"Arizona-"

"I think you should leave," I demanded.

Mark looked at me before dropping the folder into my lap and making his way out.

I turned to face Calliope. "You need to wake up, you just have too."

Thirty days after Calliope Torres was shot

We still have an hour babe! I know you can wake up, I know you still have life in you.

The room right now was filled with some of Calliope's friends as they said their goodbyes. I wasn't sure what to make of it. Should I say goodbye too? Should I just give up and walk out the door? No, I cannot do that! I won't do that.

Stupid Mark making Callie sign stupid papers telling her that she should put her initials on some something that was practically a death sentence.

Why did she have to do it? Like what good could come out to this!

Soon there were about ten minutes left. The room was more crowded than it was a while ago. There were people gathered around her bed, holding her hand sharing stories about her. Like they knew her.

I was feeling like the walls were closing in on me. This is weird and not the good kind of weird. I need to get out of here. I saw Teddy looking up at me before she walked up to me. "You okay?"

"I need some air," I said as I walked out.

Teddy followed me out, I could feel her behind me as I rested my entire body weight on the nurses station.

"I just can't Teddy," I started. "They are in there pretending like she meant a lot to them, but I swear to god I have never heard her talking about anyone in that room for more than a minute. I just can't!"

Teddy hugged me, I thought she would say something but she just looked back at me and let me continue. "I don't think I'm strong enough to watch the love of my life die! I have been through that document a million times, going through every sentence to find any loophole that would keep her alive, but I- I can't live in a world where she doesn't exist!"

"I know Arizona." Teddy replied as she rubbed my back.

"I just, I fought so long and so hard for us! I was happy when I finally found her and now look at her! Lying in that bed because of me! I did that to her!" I cried.

"Arizona, you did not do that to her."

"My mother! She had a feeling that I was still alive, that was why she had Calliope kidnapped!"

"What! How is that-"

"You don't want to know Teddy, I have gotten calls after calls telling me that it was never her intention, that she didn't think that this would have happened to her, that she wanted me back, but I don't believe her. I don't believe her one bit!"

Teddy had a shocked look on her face. She didn't know any of this and I know I would have to do a lot of explaining, but right now I just need to get it off my chest.

"Erica has since disappeared. But I swear, the day I find her-" before I could finish my sentence, we heard beeping coming from Calliope's room.

Teddy and I looked at each other before running into her room. "Everybody out!" Teddy yelled.

No! Calliope, not like this.

I couldn't look, so I turned around and leaned on the wall. I cannot do this. I cannot just watch her die when I promised her forever, when we were meant to grow old and raise a family together.

Suddenly, I heard Teddy calling out to me. "I need your help!" I turned around. Why does she need my help? "She is choking on her breathing tube. I need to take it out." I rushed to her bed and held Calliope as Teddy took out the tube. Her heart monitor faltered for a bit but then returned back to normal.

"What's going on Teddy?" I asked, but she was looking at her heart monitor.

That was when I felt something pressing onto holding my hand. I looked down and found those beautiful brown eyes looking up at me. The eyes I thought, I would never see, before she spoke.

"Ow." That was not Teddy's voice.

It was the voice that I was craving to hear. That's when I realized that I was gripping her hand too tightly.

Calliope was awake!

A/N: I hope that was worth it? I will try to get the other chapter out as soon as possible! Please read and review, it helps me keep going! And Happy Holidays!