As Arizona lies curled up on the bed, her internal monologue comes to a crashing halt. She suddenly realises that there is nothing to think about, sort out or digest. Her Calliope is back and is about to be operated on. And according to Teddy, Callie read the letter and is aware of Arizona's change in stance of on the baby issue. Nothing else matters other than the fact that she needs to be there for Callie. Leaving the on call room, Arizona catches an elevator down to the OR. Slipping into the gallery, she sees that most of Callie's friends are already sitting in the gallery. Yang and Bailey have already scrubbed in and are doing the final checks of equipment before they start. Callie lies anesthetised on the table, her face looking peaceful. Arizona, sinks into the chair next to Teddy, so gives a small smile in greeting and grasps Arizona's hand in comfort. Mark breaks the silence in the gallery, 'How the hell did she get shot anyway, she's a surgeon.' Directing his question at Teddy and Owen 'I thought surgeons and other medical personal were kept back from hot zones?'

'It's unlikely but not unheard of for surgeons to see live fire. My source over there told me that the front line was changing hourly so it's possible that she just got caught out. A surgeon with a bullet wound is unusual. Road side bombs, mortar attacks and shrapnel injuries are more likely as they are distance or random attacks. The only thing that may explain the injury is if Callie was a mobile medical unit, moved around depending on where the fighting was. Somehow, her group got to close to the fighting. This would also explain the medical unit lost in the helicopter accident I told you about. But, we're just going to have to let Callie explain all this' Owen ends with.

Teddy nods in agreement and continues. 'It is odd for Callie to be shot. But when we served overseas, we never witnessed the extent of fighting and causalities that Callie did.' Arizona keeps quiet and listens to what Owen and Teddy have to say. The gallery again falls silence as they watch Yang and Bailey step up to Callie's body.

'Scalpel please'

XXXX

Slammed against the alley wall, Callie looks back and sees the soldiers in the street attempt to find shelter from the enemy picking them off from the rooftop. Herded down the alley, the moans of pain turn to silence as shots ring out. Attempting to back the hold on her arm, Callie exclaims 'We have to go back, we can save them. Please, we just have to go back.' Her cries go unheeded as the remainder of the group moves further away, trying to increase the distance between them and the enemy.

Callie becomes aware of the visions flashing past her eyes. Trying desperately pull herself out of the memory, her eyes shoot open. The memory passes, and the panic subsides Callie recognises the hospital room. Focussing on the pain radiating from her side, Callie slowly moves around in her bed attempting to find a comfortable position. Looking around the room, Callie sees that she is not alone. Mark is curled up in a chair, his legs hanging over the side while Christina and Arizona are holed up together on the sofa. Callie's eyes remain on the blonde surgeon, taking in her appearance as she sleeps. Callie can't pull her eyes away from the woman, in a state of shock that the she's in the same hospital room. Realising that everyone is asleep, Callie is unsure what to do. She's incredibly thirsty and the beeping from the heart rate monitor is really pissing her off. Tearing the sensors off her chest, a shrill wail resounds throughout the room.

'Code blue to Room 402'

Mark flings himself out of his chair, while Christina and Arizona become a jumble of limbs as they attempt to reach Callie. Mark throws himself at Callie, reaching towards her chest and slamming the bed into a flat position. Finally detangling themselves from each other, Christina runs from the room.

'Wowo, hands away from my chest' Callie manages to rasp out as she swats Mark's hands away from her.

'Your breathing? And awake?' Mark says as he stops all movements and stares in shock at Callie. Callie mutely nods her head. 'And you decided the best way to get someone's attention was to tear the sensors off your chest? Are you crazy, I thought you were dying on me. I was about to start CPR on you!' Mark yells at Callie, as the panic drains from his face and he flops back into his chair. Feeling like a chastised child, Callie mumbles that she was thirsty. 'And that justifies the removal of sensors that prove your alive?' Mark replies as he glares at Callie. The door of Callie's room is then thrown open as Christina hurries in with a defibrillator.

'Torres decided to rip the sensors off' he growls. Christina glares at Callie as she mutters incoherently under her breath. Spotting an intern outside the room, Christina hands the equipment off and steps back inside the room. Grabbing Callie's chart from the foot of her bed, she asks 'How are you feeling, pain level?'

'Maybe a six or so, it's just a dull throbbing pain. Can I have any more pain killers?' Callie questions.

'Not for another 2 hours, you are already souped up on morphine.' Christina replies as she makes a note on the chart and then returns it to the foot of the bed. A silence falls over the room, as the 3 pairs of eyes settle on Callie lying on the bed. Callie begins to feel self-conscious in the room as she's unsure if she's supposed to apologise or make casual conversation. 'We'll leave you two alone, to catch up' Christina says as she drags Mark from the room, closing the door behind them. Callie, not wanting to acknowledge Arizona's existence in the room, Callie looks anywhere but at her.

Arizona moves from where she had been standing against the sofa, drags Mark's chair closer to the bed and sits down. 'Calliope, please look at me' she pleads. Callie, being unable to refuse Arizona turns her head and looks in Arizona's direction. Being this close to her, Callie sees the drawn out look that has settled over her face and the dark bags under her eyes. Callie can also see a thin gold chain hanging around her neck and briefly wonders if Arizona has moved 'their' charm to a longer chain.

'Can I have a drink of water?' Callie asks in a calm voice which opposes her slightly panicked train of thought as she sits across from her ex-girlfriend. Handing Callie a glass of water, their hands briefly touch causing Callie to quickly pull her hands away. A flash of hurt dances across Arizona's face which she quickly neutralises. As she waits for Callie to finish drinking, Arizona gathers her thoughts and prepares her speech to Callie. Placing the cup down, Arizona immediately starts talking.

'Calliope, we need to talk about us.'

A sense of panic washes over Callie as this is the very conservation she didn't want to have with Arizona. Still confused after reading Arizona's letter, Callie feels like she needs more time to sort through her feelings. Cutting Arizona off before she can continue, Callie begins to speak.

'There is no 'us' to talk about Arizona.'

'That's just crap and you know it is Calliope. You ran away to a war zone to get away from this.' Arizona says as she gestures between the two of them. 'So we are going to talk about this.' She ends with in a stern voice.

'No we aren't, because there is nothing left to say. I think we covered everything that need to be said all those months ago. I learnt how you really felt. So when I say there is really nothing left to say, I'm being serious.' Callie says as she looks away from Arizona, signalling that the conversation is over. Arizona feels a rush of anger pass through her at Callie's attempts to dismiss her.

'Oh really, you think that there's nothing left to say.' She exclaims and moves to where Callie's uniform is stored. Pulling out the letter she throws it on Callie's lap. 'So how come you never read this until today? How come Callie? Maybe, you didn't want us to be over and were holding onto this in the hope that I wanted to be with you? And how can you have nothing to say about this? I want a life with you, Callie!'

Refusing to even acknowledge Arizona's final statement, Callie shuts her eyes in defiance. Arizona, realising that she will not be able to get through to Callie at the moment, sighs in defeat.

'Calliope, I'll be back. You may think that pushing me away is what I deserve. But we aren't over, not by a long shot.' Arizona says from the doorway as she steps out of the room, closing the door behind her.