Chapter 15
Note: Thanks guys, sorry for ruining your day yesterday. But, look how quick your reviews make me write! Thank you all for reading and enjoying this with me!
Here's another to make up for it? Kinda short because I really REALLY need to move today. But, I hope it tides you over for a bit.
She was standing close enough to hear their radios, "1st floor PT wing. Two down." *Static* "Torres… Spalding" *Static* then the distinct sound of Mark Sloan's voice in the background of the transmission, "WE NEED AN OR!"
The SWAT team suddenly charged, the sound of two more shots rang out against the walls of the pediatrics floor.
"ALL CLEAR. Two down, suspect neutralized."
Arizona froze in her spot just outside Ruby's hospital room. Did they just say Callie was down? Her palms started to sweat, tears running down her face, her body shaking. Was that Mark yelling for an OR? She didn't stick around to wait, opting to take off running down the hallway toward the stairwell. She took each step two at a time, almost stumbling and falling as she ran down the steps toward the first floor.
By the time she got down to the first floor and over to the PT wing, she'd ran past multiple trails of blood, and at least two dead bodies lying on the hospital floor. She didn't stop to think, or check who these people were, running full speed toward the back hallway and through the stairwell to the back entrance.
"Mark?" She called, running down the hallway. There was no answer. She passed an open door, the body of nurse Eli Lloyd lying unmoving on the floor of the room. Arizona let out a whimper at the sight, holding back more tears that threatened to fall. Eli was a good guy, a little aggressive, but a good guy. He didn't deserve this.
She shook herself out of it and continued down the hall, coming to the opening where the largest PT room was set up. She took in a deep breath and rounded the corner, unsure of what she would find. As the room came into view, all Arizona's eyes locked on was the large pool of blood gathering below Dr. Spalding's head. There's no way he survived that, Arizona thought to herself sadly. Ryan was a good doctor, a third year resident who had just started showing an interest in pediatric surgery. She'd come to like him over the last few months, making sure to specifically choose him for her service whenever she was able. She knelt down beside his body and gently rose a hand up to his face.
"Oh Ryan, I am so sorry," she whispered to his limp body, running her hands over his face to close his eyes.
The blonde stood up from her position beside Ryan, her scrub pants now covered in spots of his blood. She looked around the room, there was an empty wheelchair in the corner of the room, a bloodied lab coat hung over its side. She approached the chair hesitantly and lifted the lab coat. Turning it so she could read the breast of the coat, she started sobbing.
Dr. Calliope Torres was embroidered in dark blue letters on the chest. This was Callie's coat. Maybe Mark already got her upstairs to surgery, Arizona thought to herself. She turned to start running back down the hall and toward the pit to inspect the OR's downstairs. Just as she turned to take off running, Arizona heard the distinct sound of someone screaming in agony from down the hall. Callie, she thought, running toward the noise.
She burst through the closed door at the end of the hallway without thinking. She had no idea if the shooter was acting alone, or if they were all still in grave danger.
"Robbins!" Lexie yelped, fear in her voice. She was huddled over a bleeding Callie, blocking the doctor with her body, clearly in shock. Lexie had thought she was the gunman. Mark was rushing around the room trying to find something to stop the bleeding, ignoring the two women.
"How – How is she?" Arizona asked, rushing over to Callie's side and touching her hands to the woman's face. "Where was she shot?"
"Lower left abdomen," Mark responded, shoving Arizona out of the way to help the bleeding doctor. They'd already hooked Callie up to an IV and a portable monitor they'd found lying in the room they were in. Callie was laying on her back on a large grey table in the middle of the room, her chest soaked with blood.
"Callie?" Arizona tried, locking her eyes with Callie's. "Callie, oh, Callie, please, I love you. I – Please, please hold on," she leaned over and grabbed the doctors hand.
"Arizona," Callie whispered through the pain, trying to focus her eyes on the blonde doctor beside her, "I'm going to die."
"No, no baby you're not," Arizona cried, "Mark and Lexie are taking good care of you, okay? We're gonna get you to the OR."
"If I'm going to die, I just –" Callie coughed out, "You."
"You're not going to die Calliope," Arizona answered with another sob. "You can't."
"I loved you," Callie told her as her eyes started to roll, her eyelids closing.
"I love you Calliope. No past tense, I love you, do you hear me?" Arizona answered, moving to get out of Lexie and Mark's way. Callie didn't respond and Arizona's tears started falling again.
"I'm putting in a chest tube," Lexie cut in, scurrying away to find the necessary equipment to perform the procedure.
"Get the betadine ready," Mark instructed, "I'll do the rest."
"She started coughing up blood," Lexie said, "about two minute ago. We need a goddamn OR."
Arizona couldn't stop the tears falling from her eyes as she watched the two doctors work frantically on the woman she loved with the limited supplies they had. She had her hands on Callie's legs, trying to stay out of Mark's way but being unwilling to let Callie go.
"Arizona, I need you to focus," Mark barked at her. "Can we get to an OR?"
Arizona couldn't speak, she was too afraid. So many thoughts running through her head: What if she doesn't make it? I can't lose her. Oh, Callie, baby I'm so fucking sorry. Please, please just pull through. I can't lose you like this!
"DR. ROBBINS," Mark shouted again, "If we don't get her to an OR, we're going to lose her. She's lost a lot of blood. CAN WE MOVE HER?"
"I – I don't know," Arizona answered finally. It was true, she didn't. She had no idea if the situation was neutralized. She hadn't thought twice when she took off running toward PT from the pediatric floor.
"Did you see anyone on your way?" Mark asked as he inspected the wound on Callie's body. Callie let out a scream of agony, her eyes fluttering shut as she lost consciousness from the pain.
"N – No," Arizona answered with a stutter.
"I need you to go back outside and find us a bed, anything to move her in," Mark instructed calmly, "Focus Dr. Robbins, we need to move quick."
Arizona took in a deep breath and turned to leave the room in search of a bed. She was gone for all of five seconds before returning, shoving a discarded hospital gurney into the room.
"Lexie, grab her lower body, Arizona get on her right, we need to move her to the bed," Mark instructed, maneuvering his body to support Callie's upper body weight. Arizona joined him on the other side, and Lexie took hold of Callie's lower body. Together, the three of them lifted the brunette up and onto the gurney.
"Altman is in OR 2. I just sent Karev down to 3," Arizona told the pair of doctors as they crowded around the bed and started shoving it out of the room and toward the hallway.
"Lexie, help Arizona push, I'm going to run up ahead and make sure we have a clear path," Sloan said, abandoning his post at the head of Callie's gurney and running up the hallway towards the double doors Dr. Spalding had blocked earlier that morning. He shoved the medical equipment out of the way, unlocked the door and headed outside.
Silence.
Until a door down the hall opened slowly to reveal Dr. Jackson Avery.
"Jackson," Mark called from down the hall, "Are you alone?"
"Two nurses and an intern," Jackson answered his eyes darting rapidly around the hallway, looking for signs of trouble.
"GO PREP OR 4," Mark yelled, turning to run back toward the double doors to help Arizona and Lexie push the gurney down the hall faster.
"Are you insane? There's a shooter in the hospital," a nurse called after Jackson as he started to run down the hallway toward the OR Mark instructed him to prep.
"It's Torres, we need an OR, please!" Mark yelled as he helped shove the gurney down the hall toward the room Jackson had emerged from.
"Oh fuck," the nurse answered, abandoning her prior reservations and taking off down the hall after Jackson.
"Give us two minutes," the nurse called, the other nurse and the intern joined her running down the hallway.
"You're gonna be okay Torres, hang in there," Mark told her as they started pushing the gurney faster toward the OR. By the time they got there, Jackson, the two nurses, and the intern were almost finished prepping the empty OR for Callie.
Mark didn't wait, shoving his best friend and Lexie into the room to get started on helping Callie. Arizona followed the two doctors into the room and headed toward the scrub room to scrub in with Mark and Lexie.
"No, Robbins," Mark told her as he scrubbed quickly at his hands and arms. "You're not scrubbing in on this."
"Like hell I'm not," Arizona yelled back, resuming cleaning her hands.
"I may hate your guts right now, but you're family. You can't –" Mark started.
"Mark, fuck you. I'm helping," Arizona demanded, shutting off the water and preparing herself to enter the OR again.
"Arizona, please, don't argue with me," Mark told her, finishing up and heading into the OR with Lexie. Arizona followed, but remained off to the side of the OR.
"Thank you," Mark told her as he got ready to work.
"Please Mark, I –" Arizona sobbed.
"I know, now let me save my best friend," Mark answered, turning on the overhead light behind him and beginning to bark orders at Lexie, Jackson, the intern, and the two nurses.
Arizona didn't move from her spot off to the side of the operating room, never taking her eyes off the brunette lying unconscious on the operating table. She'd zoned out over an hour ago, watching Dr. Sloan, Dr. Grey, and Dr. Avery work diligently to save the woman she loved. Every beep from the monitors attached to Callie had been drowned out by the internal sound of her own heartbeat pounding inside her chest.
She didn't even notice when the monitor started beeping erratically, Dr. Sloan shouting out instructions frantically as three sets of hands plunged to work quickly. She was too lost in thought, remembering her conversation the day before with Dr. Minnick.
"You look like hell," Eliza commented to Arizona as they both approached Alexandra's room that morning.
"It's been a rough week," Arizona answered, knowing full well that Eliza already knew why she was so upset.
"Have you talked to her?" Eliza asked.
"We're not friends Dr. Minnick," Arizona answered with a snap, "Just stay out of it."
"Whoa, don't get nasty with me because you fucked up," Eliza answered, halting just outside their young patient's room.
"Don't you think you've done enough?" Arizona barked.
"Me? I didn't do a goddamn thing," Dr. Minnick answered with a huff.
"Took you all of, what, five minutes?" Arizona spat with anger.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Eliza asked, genuinely confused for a moment.
"You jumped at the chance to get back in bed with her," Arizona answered, "It's all out in the open now, why bother hiding it?"
"Callie is my friend," Eliza emphasized, "The only getting into bed I've done with Callie in the last six years was letting her cry over you in my arms." She was getting angry now, Arizona had no right to accuse her of taking advantage of a vulnerable Dr. Torres.
"You – you didn't?"
"No, Arizona. That woman fucking loves you, and right now, I can't figure out for the life of me why," Eliza retorted. While the Eliza six years ago probably would've jumped at the chance to bed Callie again, Eliza had grown. She was no longer the thoughtless, irresponsible child she used to be.
"I love her," Arizona confessed, "I – I fucked up."
"Do you? Do you actually love her?" Eliza asked, annoyance building, "If you love her, why the fuck would you make out with that little troll intern?"
"I – I can be impulsive when I'm upset," Arizona explained, no longer caring that the woman in front of her barely knew her. "I – I saw you two flirting, and" she paused to gather her thoughts, "I thought you were sleeping together."
"Have you met Dr. Torres?" Eliza asked, "She'd flirt with a paper bag. Why the fuck didn't you just ask?"
Arizona smiled knowingly, Callie was a total flirt and always had been, "I know. I just – I freaked out okay? In the last two weeks I left my husband, admitted I was a lesbian, told Callie I was in love with her, found out my soon to be ex-husband has a secret love child… It was just too much and I – I fucking freaked."
"Then why?"
"I panicked okay?! I thought you were sleeping with her! It was just too much. I – I didn't want to know… She clearly withheld details of your relationship with her and I was pissed! I just had too much to drink and Leah was being so sweet and I just – I fucked up. I fucking fucked up."
"I've never seen Callie in love," Eliza offered. "I've known her for eight years," Eliza added. She figured Arizona already knew about Callie's past, after Arizona, and continued, "Everyone tried to get close to her. Even I tried. It was impossible. Callie slept around, went to school, drank too much, but I never once saw her let someone in. She was a fucking mess, for years."
Arizona didn't respond, listening to the doctor in front of her.
"Callie never dated anyone again, after you, at least not seriously," Eliza continued. "She was still so head over heels in love with some girl who broke her heart in undergrad…" Eliza paused, "I didn't realize that you and that girl were one in the same until the other night. She loves you, Dr. Robbins. She was inconsolable the other night. You -"
"What?"
"You broke her heart," Eliza answered, "Twice."
"I –"
"Do you love her?"
"She's all I've ever wanted."
"But do you love her?"
"Yes. Yes, I love her more than anything."
"Then you need to fix this, fast." Eliza told her, turning to walk into Alexandra's room.
Fuck, Arizona thought to herself, I had this all wrong.
"What if it's too late?" Arizona said quietly under her breath, not realizing she'd spoken the words out loud.
"Dr. Robbins," Lexie scolded, "She's going to be fine."
"Please Lexie," Arizona begged.
Arizona hadn't noticed that the incessant beeping of the various monitors had ended, Callie was no longer in danger.
"We're going to be closing up soon, Jackson just needs to remove the bullet, and we're good, okay? We're good," Mark said, his attention focused on Callie, but his words geared toward calming the frenzied blonde.
"Dr. Robbins, can you please page Meredith?" Lexie asked finally, her fear getting the best of her.
"No, Dr. Robbins, you listen to me okay? Lexie needs to concentrate," Mark cut in, shaking his head at Lexie. "You need to be focused, Lexie, get ready to clamp when Jackson withdraws the bullet."
"Mark, please, I need to know if my sister is okay," Lexie answered, the trauma of the whole situation finally getting to her.
"Dr. Robbins, have you heard from anyone else?" Mark asked her.
Arizona looked down at her pager. The last message flashing across the screen read: ALL CLEAR.
"All clear," Arizona answered.
"See, Lexie, everything is okay, they got him," Mark reassured her as Jackson withdrew the bullet and Lexie immediately clamped down on a busted artery that erupted with blood the second Jackson pulled out the bullet.
"Good," Mark said with a smile, "That was perfect. Start on the repair, and we can get Dr. Torres closed up, okay? Then Dr. Robbins and I will bring her to recovery while you go find Meredith." Mark told her gently.
"Okay," Lexie answered, moving to follow Sloan's instructions.
"Do you know if anyone else was hurt?" Mark asked Arizona.
"That nurse… Eli… he's dead… and Ryan, Dr. Spalding, he's – he's dead." Arizona stuttered out. "I saw at least 3 more, but I – I couldn't stop to check." Arizona had ran past the bodies as if they didn't exist, one goal in mind: get to Callie.
"We saw them," Mark confirmed.
Suddenly, it dawned on Arizona, "Mark… where is Alexandra?"
Lexie looked up, her eyes meeting Arizona's, "She's safe. We – we found her with Ryan and Callie. She was barely breathing, shaking so hard under Callie's lab coat. SWAT took her out the main doors of the hospital. She's fine."
Arizona took in a breath, relieved. Thank god Alexandra is okay.
A few minutes later, Mark and Jackson finished closing up Callie's wounds.
"Let's get her into recovery, Lexie, go find Meredith," Mark said, looking over at Arizona. Before he could finish his sentence, Lexie was running out of the OR to go find her sister.
Arizona was sitting beside Callie's hospital bed, her hands wrapped tightly around Callie's right hand. They'd been sitting there for a while, and Callie hadn't yet opened her eyes.
"I love you," Arizona told her over and over again, "Do you hear me? I fucking love you Calliope."
Callie had gotten through surgery just fine. She was going to be fine, but Arizona still hadn't been able to gain control over the doomsday scenarios she was coming up with in her head. This, all of this, was the last thing she was expecting to deal with today. A shooter, the woman she loved being shot. What the fuck?
"Arizona?" Callie finally whispered, coming out of her medically induced sleep.
"Callie!" Arizona yelped with a smile, leaning down over the injured woman to kiss her head. "Yes, I'm here. You're okay, everything is okay."
"Alexandra?" Callie asked after regaining her breathing.
"She's okay," Arizona reassured her.
"He – he shot me," Callie stuttered.
"Yes, but you're okay. Mark and Lexie saved your life," Arizona told her, running her hand down the side of the brunettes beautiful face.
"You – you," Callie started to say.
"No. Not now, okay? You need to save up all your strength so you can get better," Arizona told her. "It was all my fault, okay? All you need to know right now is that I love you. I love you so much, and I'm not leaving your side ever again."
Callie didn't answer, her eyes fluttering closed again, exhaustion taking over.
A knock at the door drug Arizona from her trance, watching Callie like a hawk. The door opened to reveal a very upset looking Dr. Sloan.
"How is she?" Mark asked, walking into the room.
"She's okay, she just fell back asleep," Arizona answered, smiling down at the woman in the bed.
"Arizona, we need to talk," Mark told her, shaking his head and looking at the ground.
"Wha – What?" She asked, noticing the pained expression on his face.
"I –" Mark started, unsure of what to say. How the hell had he wound up being the one to have to tell the blonde doctor this?
"What happened Mark?" Arizona asked, standing up from Callie's bedside and moving to stand in front of the plastic surgeon, "Did something happen to one of my kids?"
"The Chief," Mark finally spit out, "Weston was shot."
Arizona froze, processing what the man in front of her just said, "What?" She'd heard him just fine, but the shock of the situation had her unable to form any real thoughts.
"Christian was shot," Mark repeated. "He –"
"Is he okay?!" Arizona shouted exasperated.
"Arizona, he –" Mark started, "He – he didn't make it." Mark told her, wrapping his arms around the blondes small frame to catch her as she collapsed into his arms, tears spewing from her eyes. She couldn't take anymore, and her knees buckled, her body falling to the ground at Mark's feet as she sobbed uncontrollably.
Mark crouched down onto the ground beside her and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry into his chest for a few minutes. He didn't speak, just held her. After a few minutes, Arizona's sobs slowed, and she looked up toward the doctor she had just covered in tears and snot.
"Who else?" Arizona finally asked him.
"Altman and Yang have a security guard in OR 2, and Meredith and Lexie are prepping Hunt for surgery," Mark responded.
"That's it? That's all that made it?" Arizona asked, remembering the multiple bodies she'd seen running through the hospital halls in search of Callie, the shots she heard ring out on the pediatrics floor before she ran.
"Eli is dead," Mark stated, "And Dr. Spalding."
"I knew that," Arizona said solemnly.
"Dr. Bailey… she tried everything she could, but Dr. Percy died outside the elevators on floor 2. Dr. Adamson was shot in a supply room… Two nurses, three security guards, an intern, Dr. Weston, and a patient's mother, they're – they all died." Mark told her.
Arizona gulped back another sob. So much loss.
"Dr. Hunt was shot, but Meredith thinks he'll be okay. I – I need to get up there to help them," Mark told Arizona. "Are you okay? Someone from SWAT is going to want to talk to you," Mark added, standing up to walk out of the room.
"Yes," Arizona responded, "I'm okay. I – I need to see Christian. But – but, I can't leave her side," Arizona whimpered, standing up to sit back down beside Callie's bed.
"It's okay," Mark told her, "He's being brought down to the morgue. You can go see him there later."
"Is he alone?" Arizona asked sadly, placing a kiss on Callie's head.
"Yes. They're not letting anyone in the hospital, and we're short staffed… there's – there's no one to sit with him," Mark told her as he walked out of the room and into the hallway.
"Where's Karev?" She asked, finally remembering that young Ruby had been rushed down to an OR by the doctor before she ran to find Callie.
"Karev performed an emergency appy alone, and they've got him outside with legal. He'll be down to check on you once he can. Everything went well, the kid is back up in her room recovering," He told her, "Are you going to go check on Christian?"
"No," Arizona said softly, "I'm not leaving her." The decision was an easy one, she couldn't bare the thought of being away from Callie. "I – I can't leave her," Arizona cried, clearly torn between the man she married, the man she loved, and the woman she was head over heels in love with. There's a difference, Arizona had reasoned with herself, I am in love with her, he's just a friend.
"You don't have to explain, I get it," Mark told her with a smile. "You're really in love with her, aren't you?"
"I'll never let her go again," Arizona confirmed.
"I – I gotta go help Mer," he added, moving to turn away again, "I was wrong about you Robbins… take care of her, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Once the plastic surgeon turned and walked away, Arizona leaned her upper body over the brunette in the hospital bed. Tears wracked her small frame as she grabbed at Callie's hand tightly. Christian was dead. They'd just filed their Separation Agreement with the Court, just reached a place of honesty with one another, just decided to be friends. It was all too much, the thought of never speaking to Christian Weston again, the thought of losing Callie, the hospital having been attacked by a crazed gunman. She stayed like that for a while, crying over her lovers recovering body.
And all I do is sit and think about you
If I knew what you'd do
"I love you," she whispered over and over again to the woman in front of her, "I love you, I love you, I love you." She'd already lost Callie once, and the thought of losing her again, fully, broke her heart into pieces. "I am so sorry."
"People are dead," Arizona said flatly. "So many people are dead… So many people are dead, and I can't leave your side. Callie, baby, you – you lived, baby. You're okay. And I love you."
Collapse my veins, wearing beautiful shoes
It's not living, if it's not with you.
All I do is sit and drink without you,
If I choose, then I lose.
"We lived…" Callie whispered, slowly coming out from exhaustion. "You – you cheat-"
"Please. Not now, we can talk about whatever you want to later… but you lived, and I – I almost lost you – and please… So many people died, and we lived," Arizona pleaded at the feeling of Callie gently squeezing her hand in return, "I – I don't want to live if it's not with you."
"Callie – I – I don't want to live if it's not with you… I can't live without you and I don't care what that means anymore... I have loved you from the moment I met you and I can't live without you and – and a beautiful life with you, and kids! and a – a dog! Calliope, I can't live without you and – and our ten kids, and dog," Arizona stuttered, pulling herself upwards and pressing a passionate kiss on Callie's lips.
Distract my brain from the terrible news,
It's not living, if it's not with you.
There was a long silence, neither woman speaking, once Arizona withdrew her lips from Callie's.
"I love you so much Callie, and I – I almost fucking lost you, again, and I am so sorry for everything. I love you and I can't live without you. We –" Arizona continued with a sob.
"Shut up," Callie said with a smile, "Just shut up. I – I love you and you love me, and none of the rest of it matters… we are together… and if you ever touch anyone else ever again, I will kick the crap out of you… I – I don't want to live if I can't be with you," Callie croaked out. Arizona dropped her lips to Callie's with a smile, not letting go for a few moments.
Arizona leaned back finally, pressing their foreheads together gently, "We can have it all Callie, anything you want." She kissed the tired doctor again, rested their foreheads together for another moment, and then moved to sit back down beside her with a grin.
"How bad is it?" Callie asked, unsure if she was referring to her own injuries or the hospital as a whole.
"You're gonna be fine. You'll be stuck here for a little bit, but you're okay. You lost a lot of blood, there was some internal damage, but you're okay. Mark, Lexie, and Jackson - they were incredible," Arizona told her. "You'll be back on your feet quickly, you're strong. You're okay, baby."
"And… what about everyone else?" Callie asked, knowing that she and Dr. Spalding couldn't have been the only victims.
"Bailey's nurse, Eli, he's dead," Arizona started, "Ryan… Dr. Percy, Dr. Adamson, three security guards, two other nurses, and an intern that haven't been identified yet, and –" Arizona told her.
"I watched Ryan die," Callie admitted, staring off into the distance. "He – he shot him for telling him he was a doctor."
"I – I can't imagine," Arizona said, hanging her head.
"He died right in front of me, we shielded Alex, and he – he shot him," Callie repeated.
"Alex is okay, you saved her life Callie," Arizona told her reassuringly. "Dr. Spalding gave his life to protect her, you – you were both so brave."
"Who else?" Callie asked.
"Christian," Arizona responded, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "And a patient's mother."
"The Chief is dead?" Callie questioned sadly, squeezing Arizona's hand tighter, unable to do much else, "Oh Arizona, I -"
"No. No. It's – it's okay. We're worrying about you right now, okay? Love trumps friendship, okay? I – I will go to him later, once Mark can come sit with you," Arizona told her, leaning up to pepper kisses all over the brunette's face. Tears were still falling from her eyes, torn between wanting to see Christian, and refusing to leave Callie's side. "I love you, Callie. I – I pick you."
Tuesday
June 29, 2010
8:21 PM
"Are you sure you want to see him?" Dr. Derek Sheppard asked Arizona as they approached the doorway of the morgue later that night. Mark had finished up with Owen around 6 PM that night, and had gone to relieve Arizona's post at Callie's bedside shortly thereafter. Arizona had meant to go down and see Christian, say goodbye, but she couldn't bring herself to do it, not wanting to say goodbye to either Callie nor Christian for any amount of time.
"Yes," Arizona answered, "I – I need to say goodbye." They arrived at the window and Derek nodded at the woman standing on the other side. She opened the door for Arizona and let her inside.
Arizona hesitantly took a seat beside the sheet covered body and drew in a deep breath before pulling the blue sheet back.
Christian looked almost peaceful, aside from the blatant gunshot wound to the side of his neck. Arizona let out a sob at the sight.
"Fuck Christian, what the hell?" She asked with a sarcastic laugh. "There were a thousand other ways you could've one upped me, you didn't have to go and get killed."
She sat quietly for a moment, reaching over to touch his face, "Goddamn you Christian." She allowed herself to sit there for a few moments, tears streaming down her face, not speaking, just holding his cold cheek, speaking silently in her head.
A few moments later, Derek walked into the room and let Arizona know that SWAT was looking for her to take her statement. Dr. Sheppard, having been informed of Arizona's predicament with Callie and Christian by Dr. Sloan, took measures to ensure Arizona was the last to be interviewed. She needed time.
"One second," Arizona said, acknowledging her colleague. She turned back to Christian, pressed a kiss to his forehead, and smiled.
"I'm going to keep our promises, Christian… Teddy and I – we're going to try so hard to save your son… And Grace… I promise, I'll make it happen… I love you Christian, and I'm so sorry I was never in love with you. You were the best kind of man, and – god I can't believe I'm saying goodbye to you right now," Arizona whimpered, letting a few more tears fall from her eyes. "Goodbye Chief." She wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her hands and gestured to Derek that she was ready.
Derek put a hand on Arizona's shoulder, gave her a weak smile, and lead her out of the room. It was going to be a long recovery for Seattle Grace Mercy West.
Note: I just assume all doctors donate their bodies to science when they die, so let's assume Christian did, and that's the last time she'd see him.
The song lyrics when Callie and Arizona are talking are from "It's Not Living (If It's Not With You)" by The 1985.
Credit to Grey's for most of Callie's kick your ass statement, season 7x13, but said by Arizona. Oh how the turntables…