''That was from Callie's room!'' exclaimed Meredith, upon hearing a loud crash.
Meredith started running, followed by Bailey and Hunt.
''Torres?'' Hunt asked into the mess of the room. The curtains had fallen down, covering Callie and sending a glass of water smashing to the ground.
He ran over to the curtains and pulled bits aside. ''It's round her neck'' he said calmly, but with urgency.
''Oh my god'', said Meredith.
''Callie?'' said Bailey, leaning over.
''I'm fine'' replied Callie, into the bed sheets.
''Her neck is bruised'', stated Hunt, untying the wire from her neck.
''Callie…'' started Bailey
''I'm fine''.
Callie wanted to close her eyes; to shut out the world. She should have felt something. She should be relieved that she was alive, or angry. She didn't. She felt desperation, but she wasn't sure about what she was desperate to do. She felt like existence hurt.
She'd hurt Arizona now Arizona was trying to hurt her. Callie wanted her to; she wanted Arizona to hurt her as much as she could. She wanted it to hurt so much that it stopped hurting altogether.
She wanted to see her wife. She wanted to tell her she was sorry. Then the thought of Lauren made her feel sick and she decided she never wanted to see Arizona again. And, with that thought, came the guilt; the guilt that she couldn't handle what she deserved. Nothing made sense, it just hurt.
Then Arizona was standing there. In the room, not laughing at her from outside the window. Callie could still not read the expression on her face.
''Callie,'' she said, ''I erm…'' she trailed off.
Callie was torn. She wanted to grab hold of her wife and scream 'don't go', and at the same time wanted to throw her into the corridor and scream 'how could you do this?'.
Arizona didn't speak. She looked as though she were going to a few times, but didn't manage to get the words out.
Neither of them looked at each other.
Eventually, Arizona broke the silence by saying, ''they've called psych. Hunt called psych.''
Arizona didn't leave the room. Callie wanted to scream at her to go, but was afraid of how she would feel when Arizona was no longer there.
Callie dared to glance at her.
''I wish you'd died'' Arizona said.
''What?'' asked Callie, though she'd heard perfectly.
''What?'' said Arizona, confused. Her voice had a different quality than it had a second ago. She looked at Callie, as Callie turned away.
''You broke me'' Arizona said. ''You broke me. I'm going to break you''. Callie didn't dare move. She shook with fear, anger and pain. She wondered what Arizona was going to do.
Minutes passed. Nothing happened.
Callie forced herself to turn around.
''How dare you look at me'' Arizona said, her lips not moving.
''But-'' Callie stopped, confused.
''Are you ok?'' asked Arizona, walking over to Callie now.
''Stay back!'' screamed Callie.
''Ok, ok, I'm standing right here'' replied Arizona.
''Stay…stay back'' Callie said again. She watched Arizona warily.
''You deserve this'' came Arizona's voice, her lips moving in a weird way. Their movements did not match the words she was saying.
''Callie? What is it? Callie?'' Arizona kept saying.
Callie looked at her hands for confirmation that they were real; that this was real. Then she panicked as she realised what was happening; as she tried to cling to reality. For a moment she was relieved to see Arizona. She tried to focus her brain, which was jumbled and felt like it was spinning.
''I can hear things!'' she panicked.
''What things?'' asked Arizona, too calmly for Callie's liking.
Callie composed herself and was calmer for a minute. She was hearing things. She didn't know what was real. Maybe she'd hallucinated other things too. And psych was on the way.
''Arizona'', Callie pleaded, ''Arizona…''
''Callie…''
''I need you to promise me something''
Arizona blinked.
''I need you to promise me you won't let them lock me up''.
Arizona looked at her.
''Arizona?''
''I promise''.