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Chapter 1

Callie's POV

It's been almost a month since the shooter came and messed up everyone's lives. The hospital was in disarray for a few days but that gave Callie some much needed time off from her own life. She had spent as much time as she could with Mark as he, just like her, could not get over his love. But a week ago, she made a choice. And since that decision, she couldn't face Mark for more than 10 minutes at a time. She knew he would see right through her. She knew that her façade wouldn't last long but she wasn't ready to tell.

"You're hiding something."

The sudden noise caused a violent jerk from the orthopaedic surgeon.

"God, Mark. Don't creep up on me like that."

"I didn't creep up on you Callie. I stood here for a while just staring at you. Hoping you would stop daydreaming so you could come with me for a consult."

I could see his eyes fill with pity. I didn't like that look at all.

"I'm sorry, was I out that long?" I try to change the look on his face but it's still there.

"You're hiding something," he repeats. "Callie, I am your best friend. You can tell me anything. So tell me what is it that you're so hesitant on telling me. And stop running off and changing the subject every time I manage to catch you."

I tear myself away from his gaze because I know I'm going to crumble and let the cat out of the bag. But not yet. I'm just not ready for anyone to know yet.

"I promise I will tell you. But I'll do it when I'm ready okay?" I plead with him with sad puppy dog eyes and pray that it will work.

"And no more conversations less than 10 minutes long?" the little boy with insecurities made an appearance as he was seeking assurance from me.

"No more. I swear." I give him a small smile and we head towards the elevators to get to his patient.

This has been my life so far. This has been my life of fake smiles and fake yes-im-perfectly-fine sentences so well rehearsed I barely have to think of saying them before the words rush out of my mouth.

I finished the consult in 10 minutes and after that, found myself in the attending's lounge to chart.

As I begin scrawling on a chart which required a lot more concentration and effort than the other, the door opens and someone takes a seat opposite of me.

"Arizona."

I didn't have to look to know it was her. I could tell from the way her footsteps entered to room. And her sweet scent gave her identity away as well.

"Callie."

The name that falls from her lips is not one I am used to hearing. The tone itself sounded foreign. But it was the tone I have been accustomed to hearing since we broke up. It wasn't a tone of pity. It was a tone that she used when she wanted to say something but was holding back.

"How was your day?"

She makes small talk. It's like our way of talking without actually talking, if you know what I mean.

"Good. Maybe even great." I give a short curt reply and dip back down into my charts.

"Great. That's great."

I may not be able to see it, but I can sense her nervousness. I can sense her eyes darting left and right. I can sense her fingers lapping over each other without needing to look.

A few more minutes of silence between us continues. The only noise discernible is the scratching of my ball point pen against the paper.

Then the door opens again.

"Hey Arizona, there you are. Oh hey Callie."

"How's it going Teddy?" I answer to be polite but my eyes remain on the chart I was scribbling on.

"Good, good." She turns back to Arizona, "You ready for a round at Joe's?"

"Sure, just let me grab my stuff and I will meet you in the lobby in 10."

Teddy exits the room but Arizona stays right where she is.

"Uhm, do you, uhhh." She stutters. Arizona Robbins does not stutter.

I look up at her gorgeous blue eyes and she starts to form sentences again.

"Uhm, do you want to join us for drinks at Joe's? It'll be on me." She gives off one of her extremely adorable nervous smiles and there's anticipation in her eyes.

"Oh, I uh quit drinking."

The surprise on her face is not unexpected. That is, until her facial expression changes to that of worry and she starts rambling, "You're not sick are you? You're not suffering from a liver problem or anything right? Cause if you are I would have liked to know and someone should have told me… no you should have told me or at least someone else should have and… or is there another problem with your blood? You're O positive right? If you need anything I'm more than happy to donate and... and... are you...? you know, sick?"

"Oh god no. I am not sick." I wasn't able to stop her mid-rant because I missed her rants. I missed how she could just go on and on and not stop. I missed… her. "I quit drinking for personal reasons. That's all."

I knew that she knew I was declining her offer. She took a long breath and slowly stood up.

"I guess… I'll see you around then?"

She gives a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes and turns around to leave.

Before she heads out the door I manage to say, "Take care now."

She nods and makes a swift exit.

Take care now? What was I thinking? Those were not the three words I wanted to tell her. But I couldn't. No matter how hard it was, I couldn't say the three words I wanted to tell her the most. Every time she entered a room I could smell her. Every time I close my eyes before I sleep I see her. Every time I dreamed, I dreamt of her.

And every time she walked out of a room I was in, my heart would sink. It would sink and it would feel as it someone had a hold of my heart and was squeezing it with all their might. Whenever she walked out of a room, she walked out with a piece of my heart.

Arizona's POV

I slammed down shot after shot. I think I might have downed 5 shots of tequila in the span of almost a minute.

"You might want to slow down there." An almost worried Teddy said after downing a similar number of shots.

"Well I guess we might want to slow down then."

Teddy sat down in silence as Arizona studied her. Her back was slouched, hands gripping the shot glass of tequila as if her life depended on it. Not very different from the pose she was sporting.

"He chose Cristina."

"I know."

"You chose to leave Callie."

"I know."

"How can you choose to leave someone you love? How can you choose to leave behind the love of your life?"

She had turned to face me when she asked those questions. I didn't need to look at her to see the slight anger in her eyes when she spoke.

My gaze remained on the newly filled shot glass of tequila.

"I don't know."

And the liquid slid down my throat, almost burning me. But it wasn't even able to put a blanket over the heartache I felt of letting her go.

She may have been the one say that she didn't know where we were going, effectively breaking up with me, but I was the one who made the choice to keep going when she first brought up the subject of kids. I knew how badly she wanted kids. Yet I made the choice to let her believe that she didn't want kids. So I made the choice to let her go.

My heart hurt for the umpteenth time that day.

Callie's POV

It wasn't the sex that I missed the most. Mindblowingly fantastic it was... And it wasn't the kissing or making out or cuddling either.

It was all the small gestures.

The way she was so content to just stare at me when she thought I was still asleep. The way she does her hair to torture me all day at the hospital. The way she slept, always squeezing me into a tiny part of the bed just to get close. The way she brushed her teeth.

All the little things that made our relationship was what I missed the most.

It became hard to take a shower today. Why? Because I ran out of shampoo. Now what does this have to do with Arizona you ask? Whenever I ran out of shampoo, I used Arizona's. She never ran out of anything. She had a habit of keeping stocks of everything. A habit I clearly did not possess. So today, I ran out of shampoo and there was no bottle of coconut shampoo in the bathroom for me to steal from.

I walked out to the 24hr convenience store down the block with wet hair. I came back to the apartment and only then, only then did I realise I bought the shampoo she used.

I slumped down onto the floor. There were no tears. I was tired of crying. But I clutched on to the bottle of shampoo. I was so in my own world that I didn't notice Cristina come in until she plopped herself beside me.

"Callie."

Cristina and I were never the best of friends. We were roommates. That was about it.

"Do you still love her?"

I don't even listen to what she's saying. I can't hear her. I can only hear what my brain is telling me to say. The thing I've been hiding from the entire hospital other than the Chief. The thing I've been hiding from Mark. Even though I'm supposed to tell Mark because he's my best friend.

I turn to Cristina. I open my mouth and at first, the words don't come out.

But Cristina is patient. She may be a robot, but when she needs to be, she knows how to be patient. We may have our differences, but i feel as if I can tell her. I can tell her and she wouldn't judge me or try to persuade me otherwise.

I twist my body to face her properly. I bring my eyes to hers and I whisper the words.

"I joined the army as an orthopaedic trauma surgeon."

How was that as the first chapter? I hope I managed to capture the characters. I am not abandoning my collection of one-shots. I will probably write one for It's Just the Two of Us in a few days. For now, this will do!

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