"So can you float?" Callie asked, effortlessly pushing herself up on the hospital bed as she saw that now familiar whisk of blonde hair glide across the room.

She had brought more lilies. And she had been carefully fixing them in the vase when countered with Callie's sudden inquiry. She turned around and blinked at her.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you're dead, right? So you can float," Callie explained, as though it had always been common knowledge, "Because ghosts float… right?"

Arizona blinked again and briefly thought about it before turning her attention again, to the vase. She fixed it so that it was aligned carefully with the ray of sunlight that beamed down through the window. She turned to Callie then, and walked over to her, crossing her arms in an almost inquiring pose. But it was different from another inquiry, for she seemed hesitant.

"I can float, yeah," she finally answered.

"Can I see?" Callie asked excitedly, still caught up in her own fascination with the dead woman. She'd been captivated before, simply because Arizona had initially presented herself as such an enigma, but now that Callie had discovered that Arizona was actually dead, she had wrapped her head around all the ridiculous things to be thought of when encountering the notion of a ghostly apparition. Certainly, they harbored distinctive qualities. Ghostly qualities. Like floating.

"Not now," Arizona refused.

"Why not?" Callie asked, disappointment apparent in her tone. She almost pouted.

"Because I don't want to freak you out," she replied, plainly.

To this, Callie laughed and said, "I don't think anything will freak me out at this point."

"Why? Because I'm dead?"

"That's right. Because you're dead."

Arizona only smiled, as if it were a joke – as though Callie had just been teasing, and then gently rested her hands on either of Callie's shoulders, slowly pushing her back onto the bed.

"I don't need the rest," Callie protested.

The hasty exchange to which Arizona was dead was now a common exchange between the two. At Arizona's refusal to answer Callie's questions, Callie would retort with a smug remark, implying that nothing about the dead woman could shock her, to which the blonde would only ask something like, Is it because I'm dead? to which Callie would then promptly reply in something that suggested Yes.

It was silly and unusual banter and they were strikingly aware that they both were avoiding questions and answers. The whole matter in itself was bizarre. Yet still, Callie did not want to know why she was seeing Arizona. She didn't want to know why it was only her that saw the blonde apparition. She didn't feel as though she were crazy, nor did she feel her head injured in any which way.

It was probably because Arizona's presence was amazingly refreshing.

"No," Arizona said, "You need the rest."

"I don't. I'm going to physical therapy in 10 minutes and it's my first session. I should energize before going," Callie explained.

"I think you should save the energy before exerting yourself."

"I feel fine," Callie groaned.

"McDreamy will be here soon and you don't want him seeing you stare into space again."

"I don't do it often."

"I see you watching me. I feel when your eyes are on me," Arizona retorted.

"Well, why wouldn't you? Is that another ghostly quality? Do you know when I'm thinking about you?"

Arizona laughed. "Do you think about me often?" she inquired.

Callie grinned and replied, "I guess you don't know when I'm thinking about you, then."

"You didn't answer my question!" Arizona laughed.

Callie only laughed and tugged at Arizona's sleeve so that she would sit next to her on the chair beside her bed. Arizona acquiesced and sat down without a second thought, it seemed to Callie.

"Stay for a while, then."

"So you're not going to answer my question."

"I think about you. A lot. Isn't it obvious? You're dead."

At once, Arizona's expression fell. Callie noticed almost immediately the changes in her face – the altering of the glow in her eyes, almost gleaming before she quickly blinked and retained a certain calm that overcame not only her eyes, but her entire demeanor. Yet, she still seemed troubled. It was quick, but to Callie, that moment seemed distinctly different.

"Okay," Arizona murmured.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What? Tell me," Callie coaxed.

"Well… I don't know, is that your only fascination about me?" Arizona murmured, almost hesitant. Her blue eyes seemed to glow in that moment – showing something like vulnerability, Callie thought now.

"Well," Callie started.

Well, that and you're pretty, she thought. But she was reluctant to let the words out of her mouth.

"I guess so."

At this, Arizona's shoulders seemed to slump in something resembling defeat. Callie's eyes widened at once. Though this woman was dead, though she was a ghost – she carried amazingly human qualities. She was sensitive. It was almost as if Callie had remarked that she'd liked her only for her looks and not her personality.

"You're interesting, too," Callie said, quickly.

"Huh?" Arizona blinked.

"I mean, you're interesting, too. Obviously. I wouldn't be- uh, well, you're interesting too, okay? Don't feel bad. I mean if you weren't dead-" Callie ranted confusedly, conscious of her prior words.

Arizona smiled, aware of Callie's attempt to reconcile, though she hadn't been upset at all.

"Okay. I get it."

Callie words faltered in her mouth – she only looked at the woman who smiled brightly back at her, and she heaved a heavy sigh.

"All right."

"So are you gonna sleep?" Arizona asked, changing the subject.

"No. How do you know about McDreamy?" Callie asked.

"Well, he is your doctor," Arizona answered.

"No, I mean… you knew his nickname. How do you know that?" Callie questioned, recalling that his nickname was no longer thrown around now that he had been in a relationship with Meredith. That nickname had aged.

"Well, I roam the halls, too. I know people and their names, sort of."

"You sound like an aimless apparition."

"I kind of am," Arizona replied, quietly. Her blue eyes were clouded once again – the troubled expression evident.

Callie suddenly felt the need to reach out to her and pull her closer. She was really the only one that could see her, she thought. How lonely that must be.

Callie reached an arm out, and wrapped her finger around a loose strand of blonde hair, gently running her fingertips over her cheek. She couldn't get over how alive this woman was. How could she be dead?

"I-" Callie started to say, but quickly pulled her hand away when she heard the door to her hospital room open up. She quickly averted her case to Derek, who now walked in, a nurse following quickly behind with a wheelchair.

"Callie. How are you feeling?"

"Great!" she exclaimed, quickly looking at Arizona, who only smiled and stood up.

"Ready?" Derek asked, gesturing to the wheelchair.

"Of course," she murmured, watching as Arizona slipped behind them and outside of the door.

But of course she wouldn't follow them, Callie thought, as Derek helped her into the chair.

###

Callie was breathing heavily. The physical strain on her body had felt good – her adrenaline was pumping and she thought that she could do much more than what her therapist had suggested. She felt as though she wasn't being pushed hard enough.

Her therapist insisted that she should be taken back to her room in order to properly rest herself – strain on her body would do no good amidst the long process of recovery. But it wasn't a "long" process, though he had insisted that it was. Because Callie felt great. She felt ecstatic. Even Derek was surprised about how quickly she'd recovered after the accident.

Though she had never been in a bad accident before, Callie also thought that it was peculiar – the way her body had recovered so quickly. She slept a lot, she knew that. And every time she opened her eyes, she would find Arizona standing there, absently staring outside of the window or at some blank space on the wall. She'd sense immediately that Callie was awake, yet her gaze would only slowly drift back to Callie and that wide, heart rendering smile would reach her lips just as slowly, and again, Callie would feel her body revitalized and awake almost immediately.

She huffed and sat down for a break. She wanted to get out of the hospital already. She missed her apartment and her room and her comfortable bed.

"You're not supposed to be here," she heard.

Startled by that harmonious voice, she looked up and saw Arizona standing in front of the closed door.

"I didn't hear you come in," Callie huffed.

Arizona smiled.

"Well, I didn't exactly use the door."

"You scared the shit out of me."

"Well, you aren't supposed to be here. You're supposed to be resting," Arizona lectured.

Callie had sneaked into the physical therapy room once the lights had gone out. She knew her way around the hospital quite well and had been careful to avoid any wandering nurses. She knew what hour to sneak out of her room, as she'd been attentive to the time of their habitual visits and routine checks.

"I need to get better."

"You'll get better. You are better. Don't do this on the first day, Callie. It'd be fine to exert yourself maybe after a few sessions but-" Arizona started to lecture again.

"Why didn't you come?" Callie asked loudly, cutting her off.

"Huh?" Arizona asked.

"You just left. You didn't stay," Callie said, confused by the tone of her own voice. Why did she even want her to come?

"What do you mean?" Arizona asked, walking over to Callie, who still remained seated. She crouched down to her, as Callie had only kept her gaze on the floor. Arizona gently lifted her chin upwards to look at her.

"You just left when Derek came in. And you didn't come at all earlier during my session," Callie softly complained, watching as Arizona only blinked back at her – watching as her blue bright eyes softened.

"Do you," Callie continued, "do you not like being around the others? Everyone else who can't see you?" she asked.

Arizona smiled softly and said, "Well, no. I'd only be distracting you. I don't want to make you look crazy by watching me when to others, there's no one there at all."

"It's like you said before, Callie," Arizona continued, "I'm not there."

"But you're there to me. I see you," Callie retorted, as Arizona let go of her chin and stood on her feet once again.

"I know. But no one else does. How would we even communicate?" Arizona asked.

"We wouldn't have to…" Callie started to say.

"Callie?"

"You could just… just…" Callie murmured, her vision suddenly blurring.

"Callie!" Arizona exclaimed.

"You could just watch me…" she mumbled, before her vision went dark. Before she shut her eyes, though, she could feel soft arms wrapping around her, breaking her impending fall. She smelled something sweet – something like lilies. Refreshing to her lungs.

So refreshing, she thought.

###

The only feeling Callie was aware of before opening her eyes were the soft fingers trailing through her hair. When the tips of those fingers would touch her scalp, she felt the cool lingering sensation of them. She opened her eyes and looked to the side of her, watching as Arizona watched her with quiet eyes. She was leaning over on the bed, her face on Callie's pillow – one arm supporting the weight of her head, her mouth muffled by it. She could only see Arizona's eyes, and her outstretched arm as she reached her hand to Callie's hair.

Arizona lifted her head as Callie spoke. "Your fingertips are always cold."

"Yeah," Arizona said, nodding her head as she pulled her hand away. Callie reached her own hand out and grabbed Arizona's retreating one, running her thumb over her fingertips.

"Freezing, almost," Callie said.

"Uh-huh," Arizona murmured.

"That's not a human quality. Your whole body seems warm but your fingertips are freezing," Callie continued.

"Are you alright, Callie?" Arizona inquired, dismissing Callie's curious observation of her frozen fingertips.

"I pushed myself too hard, didn't I?" Callie asked.

"That's right, you fainted," Arizona explained, pulling her hand from Callie's grasp.

"I feel fine now, though," she murmured, "but now they're going to lecture me for fainting and-"

"No one knows," Arizona said.

"What?"

"No one knows," she repeated, "you'll be fine. Just don't do that next time."

"You brought me back here?" Callie asked.

"I did."

"How did you do that?" Callie inquired, imagining herself floating through the air in Arizona's arms. It was a silly thought.

"I put you in the wheelchair and I rolled you back to your room."

"Oh," Callie said, almost disappointed. "And no one noticed?"

"I made sure not to pass anyone. I can sense people from a distance."

"So if someone were to run into us as you were doing that, what would they see?" Callie inquired.

Arizona briefly thought about it and said, "They'd see a knocked out Calliope Torres being magically pushed in a wheelchair."

"So they would freak out," Callie responded.

"Yep."

"That's kind of hilarious," Callie said.

"The thought of it is indeed super hilarious," Arizona grinned.

Callie felt a little tired, but she pleased with how better she felt now that she was safely back in her room. Maybe she should just take it slow.

"You called me 'Calliope' again," she said.

"Sorry," Arizona apologized, "but you seem happy?"

"Huh?" Callie asked.

"You seem happy. I sense it coming from you."

"I am," Callie confessed, "I'm glad. I'm glad that you're here."

Arizona smiled softly at her and Callie suddenly felt the urge to hug her, to have this wonderful woman in her arms. She tugged on her sleeve and pulled her closer. Arizona fell into her arms and sank into the embrace as Callie wrapped her arms around her back. She felt blonde strands of hair tickle her face and inhaled Arizona's scent. She felt enveloped by the blonde.

"Thank you," Callie whispered into her ear.

She felt Arizona smile against her cheek as she wrapped her arms delicately around Callie's neck.

"I'll stay next time? If you want," Arizona said softly, the words murmured against Callie's cheek.

"What?"

"I won't leave unless you want me to. If I'm making you uncomfortable. But I'll come to your next session, you know, if you want?"

"I'd like that."

###

"Can't you leave the hospital?" Callie questioned, disrupting the quiet of the room. She'd been drifting in and out of sleep, simply basking in the comforting silence with Arizona, who had been sitting next to her since she'd fallen asleep with her arms wrapped around her.

When Callie awoke, she found Arizona thumbing through an old medical journal. Arizona closed the journal and put it on the hospital table. She seemed reluctant to speak, but seemed to have quickly changed her mind.

"I have… maybe once or twice… but I'm always drawn back. I can't go very far. I'm always pulled back," she confessed, thoughtful of the words she let slip.

"Pulled back?" Callie asked.

"I don't know, I just can't stand to leave this hospital. Something just makes me come back here."

"Do you see dead patients?"

"Dead patients?" Arizona asked.

"Lots of people have died here, don't you see them?" Callie asked her.

"I don't. I don't see them once they've died."

"Do patients ever see you?"

"No one has ever seen me aside from you, Calliope," Arizona said, eyeing her intently.

"Why me?" Callie asked.

Arizona hesitated. Callie could see the hesitation in her eyes, she looked away and murmured, "I don't know."

"Why me, Arizona?"

"I don't know, Callie."

"You're lying."

Arizona sighed and only looked at her, waiting for her to say something more. Callie felt herself frozen – as though Arizona had been waiting for her to interrogate her once again. She almost felt bad, the way she treated her. As if she deserved to know everything.

But wasn't it natural to want to know more about her?

"Would you…" Callie started to say, "would you still be drawn to me if I couldn't see you?" Callie asked. She felt as though it were a silly question. She was sure Arizona had been interested in others – no matter how long she'd been dead, it was a natural thing to be drawn to people, to interacting with people, so of course it was a silly question.

"I don't know," Arizona answered, honestly.

She watched as Callie's shoulders slumped and quickly retorted with a question of her own, "Would you still be drawn to me if I weren't dead?" Arizona asked.

Callie opened her mouth to say Of course but the words seemed to catch in her throat as she looked at Arizona's bright, perusing eyes.

"I don't know," Callie said.

If it had been another time, certainly. Maybe under different circumstances.

"These are the circumstances now," Callie said, "so what does it matter?"

Arizona took in her words and her expression seemed to soften.

"You're right."

"We're here now," Callie continued.

"So who cares about the 'what ifs'?" Arizona inquired, interrupting her.

"Exactly."

###

Callie had been in for her next session. She'd been more pumped this time and she was sure that she no longer had the need to attend them, but it was required in order to be released. Her physical therapist remarked that she had shown wonderful progress and may need a few sessions here and there. But she'd be discharged and released in due time, and within a week or two, she'd be ready to start operating again.

She was ecstatic, working carefully – moreso because of the blue eyes that were watching her so intently. Her heart thumped hard, as she looked over and smiled at the blonde woman standing near the door. Arizona had only been watching her with a soft, kind smile and that alone seemed to energize Callie.

The session had gone much better than the previous one and though Callie insisted that she could push herself this time and not faint, Arizona assured her that she should take it in slow steps and so she listened. Though now she could walk around her hospital room.

Callie dug through her overnight bag that Mark had brought earlier, turning on her phone to look at the vast amount of messages she'd missed. She was absorbed in this now, sitting on the hospital bed with her legs stretched out in front of her. Arizona sat next to her, watching her as she stared at the mobile device, absorbed in whatever she'd been doing. Arizona looked out the window again, blankly staring at the room, waiting for Callie to be finished.

She seemed to be taking too long though, and Arizona couldn't help but let her curiosity known.

"I've been meaning to ask…" she started to say.

"Hm?" Callie murmured, her eyes still locked on her phone.

"What is that? So many people own them. What is it?" Arizona asked.

Callie looked up at her, wondering what Arizona was talking about, only to see the woman pointing to the mobile device in her hand.

"You mean my phone?" Callie asked. She was going to say it was the latest iPhone, but was startled by Arizona's following question.

"That's a phone!?" Arizona exclaimed, leaning in to get a better look.

"Yeah, it's a phone…" Callie said.

"Wow. That's super awesome. Can I see?" Arizona asked.

Callie nodded and shifted her position on the bed so Arizona could join her. She made sure the door to her room was shut before handing the device to the blonde apparition.

"Here you go."

Arizona only stared at the device in her hand, holding it as if it were a delicate bird. She poked at the screen, but nothing seemed to happen.

"Don't use your frozen fingertips. Here, press it like this," Callie explained, and Arizona followed, marveling at how it responded to the touch of her finger.

"How do you work it?" she asked.

"Um. Well, what do you want to do?"

"What do you mean?" Arizona asked, looking at Callie. Callie found herself admiring Arizona's curiosity – she was almost like a child with a new toy. Undeniably cute.

"Well, I mean – uh, phones generally do a lot of things. Do you want to listen to a song, do you want-"

"It can play music!?" Arizona gawked.

"Yeah," Callie smiled, "all of them can. Here, look."

Callie opened the application for her music and started to play a song. She put the volume at a decent level and watched as Arizona's face lit up.

"Wow, wow, no wonder people are always staring at these things," Arizona exclaimed, taking hold of the device again. Callie opened an application for a game, letting the music play in the background.

Callie showed her how to play the game, showing her that she only needed to glide her finger across the screen to gain points. The goal of the game was to slice as many things as one could before the timer was up. Arizona quickly caught the goal of the game and was enveloped at once.

Callie watched as Arizona scrunched her face, losing the first game – she was so absorbed, so interested in a simple game that Callie often saw people play with blank expressions, they used it as a catalyst to expel their own boredom. But Arizona had made it seem like the greatest thing in the world. She'd never seen something like that before. She had definitely never seen an iPhone before, either.

"What era are you from?" Callie asked, as the game Arizona was playing concluded.

"Huh?" Arizona asked, looking up at her.

"How could you have not seen a phone before?"

"I've seen phones before, Callie. Just not ones like these," she explained, lifting up the iPhone to show Callie.

"So you've seen landlines."

"What's that?"

"Like a phone with a cord."

"Huh?" Arizona asked, blinking.

"Like a phone… connected to your house which connects to poles outside, you know."

"Oh!" Arizona said, as if she had known all along and had just forgotten the word for it. The response had almost seemed artificial to Callie. "Right," she said, looking back down at the phone.

Arizona quickly started a new game and was again lost in it. Callie only watched her as she played, observing the woman and her change of expressions – wondering who she was and where she came from.

"Arizona?"

"Hmmmm?" Arizona asked, her gaze not faltering from the game.

"Seriously, when did you die?" Callie asked.

"I told you, a long time ago."

Callie sighed and leaned on her side to watch Arizona, who continued to sit up and play the game.

"You're really cute like that," Callie murmured.

"Uh-huh," Arizona replied – clearly the words had completely gone over her head.

###

Callie had finally finished her fifth session of physical therapy. Her therapist insisted that she had been doing great and was ready to be discharged. He told her that she had to come in for follow-up sessions, but it shouldn't be anything too tedious.

When he left the room, she grinned at Arizona, who only nodded her head approvingly, proud of Callie and the state of her recovery. She followed her back to her hospital room – but Arizona said nothing to Callie because Mark had been in there.

"Ready to go home, Cal!?" Mark asked, ecstatically. He had shouldered her overnight bag and was waiting for her to pull on her shoes. He was to accompany her home.

"Most definitely!" Callie exclaimed, grinning back at him.

"Let's go! I've got the day off and a load of movies and popcorn and unhealthy food waiting for us."

Callie smiled at her best friend and his kind gestures, nodding her head delightfully. She could see Arizona smiling at her from the window, her arms folded over her chest.

"But can you give me a few minutes? I want to do some stuff. I'll be quick. Meet you at the entrance, okay?" she asked.

"Sure," he told her, departing the room at once.

Callie shifted her gaze to Arizona, who now walked over to her.

"I feel… hm," Arizona started to say, "hesitation coming from you? Are you sad?" she asked, tilting her head inquiringly.

"A little. I'm grateful," Callie confessed.

"I feel that, too. Your gratitude. It's almost bittersweet, the feeling I'm getting from you right now."

"Well, yeah. You helped me recover. And now I can finally go home. I probably wouldn't have done so well if it weren't for you. So thank you, Arizona," Callie said, standing up in front of her.

"You're welcome," Arizona said, grinning.

Callie nodded her head and shifted backwards, grabbing her purse and looking back at Arizona.

"So…" she started to say.

"So."

"I guess I'll see you around the halls, then," Callie said, turning to leave.

"Yeah… see you…" Arizona smiled, shifting back to the window, leaning against it. As Callie turned her back to her, she shifted her gaze outside the window.

Callie turned to go now, but something made her stop. She stood at the entrance of the room, looking at Arizona who was now absently staring outside of the window, her arms folded again, and her back leaning against it. She didn't even seem to notice Callie, though she could often sense her so strongly. Callie found it strange.

That faraway look had troubled her, but then Arizona turned her gaze back to the door and smiled brightly at Callie, nodding her head.

Callie nodded back at her before shutting the door behind her.

But that faraway gaze of hers seemed to be etched into Callie's mind.

Callie was going home now. She'd get to go home and move on. But where would Arizona go?

What would she do? Where would she go? She was dead.

Callie turned around and opened the door to the room again, but when she looked at the window, Arizona wasn't there anymore.