Sorry its been so long guys. I still have yet to find a beta, but I am looking. This chapter is rather dark. I also help that it explains alot about Randy.

Chapter 12.

Arizona's Pov

I have no idea when I fell asleep or even when I left the kitchen. I remember Randy and I starting to have and argument. Ok, when I say start I mean Randy finishing it within a matter of seconds. I always try my best not to fight with her, but sometimes it's so hard. Of course with the simple mention of Callie or Mark, I would immediatly shut up.

However, I dont even remember if they were even mentioned. I don't even remember lying down. I know that i am laying down for the simple fact that there is a pillow behind my head. I'm having the hardest time trying to open my eye lids for some reason. No matter how much I keep trying but they don't seem to want to open for the life of me. I guess maybe it's a good thing since i can't even remember falling asleep.

With a little bit more effort and alot of straining I managed to open my eyes. ok, so at least i was in a familiar setting, which was my bedroom. I tried to move my arms to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but i couldn't. My arms were tied above my head. Panic started to set in. While looking at my arms i noticed that even though I was trying to free them, they wern't moving at all. it was as iff my muscles seemed to not wanna work anymore.

I tried to say something, maybe to get someone's attention, even if it were Randy's. Just the thought of Randy sent a shiver down my spine. She had to have tied me to the bed. Well duh! who else would have done this. I couldn't help but criticize myself, this was a really messed up situation. I tore my eyes away from my arms to actually glance around the room. What I saw made my blood run cold.

Blood.

My naked body was covered in it. I couldn't tell if I was hurt of if it was just a scam. Randy can be quit cruel with her pratical jokes. I couldn't feel any pain so i'm guessing that it was just a sick joke. Even though that my mind was telling me it was a joke i had a feeling that their was more to the story then what i was seeing. I closed my eyes trying to calm my emotions and heart beat. Taking slow and deep breaths I didn't realise that someone had just walked through the door, until a voice rang out to me.

"Good your awake." It was Randy. she was acting casual leaning against the door frame of the bedroom, just staring at me.

"I've been waiting for you to wake so i could continue my fun." Fun? how in the hell is this fun? You sick sadistic bitch.

I have been trying to talk but I can't. I wanted to tell her exactly what I have been thinking. She must have noticed that I was trying to let my voice be known.

"No use in trying to talk right now, soon you will be able to talk. i gave you a little cocktail that forms temporary paralysis. Mainly all your muscles in your body, including your vocal cords are of no use. For what im planing to do, this will be an excellent chance."

I hadn't notice until Randy was finishing talking, that she had on her scrubs as well as a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. It looked like one that you used for camping trips. She slowly walked over to the bed. She placed the duffle bag on the floor with a heavy thud. She started to rummage through it and pulled out a bottle of saline solution and a pair of gloves. Ok that got me curious. what was she going to use with the saline? As if she were reading my mind she started to talk while focusing on her task.

"I'm just gonna clean you up a little. I think you will be quit pleased with what I have done."

She poured a generous amount on my upper right thigh and took gauze to clean my thigh. What I saw made me gasp. The tears just started to spill to the point where I wasn't able to see any longer. My leg, my thigh was completly covered in sutures. I had some very long cuts and then some small ones. im not to sure how deep they ran but the look of them was enough to turn my stomach.

"Didn't I do a great job baby?" She looked at me. I saw rage in her eyes the moment that she looked my way.

"What you don't like it? I worked so very hard practicing my sutures and now your gonna give me shit? Your lucky I even did that for you." she said through gritted teeth.

She bent down to rummage through her duffle bag once more.

"If I did such a horrible job, just me redo it." She held a scalpel in her hand so I was able to see it.

" I'll just re-open then and try again." She then placed the scalpel to the first set of sutures to my thigh.

I could feel every stitch pop out of place from the scalpel's blade. I hurt like no other. It felt as if someone took a cattle probe and stuck the hot searing metal to my flesh to leave its mark. Finally she finished after what felt like hours which was probably only five minutes or a little more. She rummaged through the duffle bag one more time. I closed my eyes trying to catch my breath from the pain until more pain forced my eyes open. In Randy's hand was a very large bottle of rubbing alcohol that she was pouring over my now opened lacerations that she inflicted.

I kept trying to scream, more than I have ever tried for anything. Randy had a evil grin attached to her face. It was as if she was getting off on inflicting my pain. I wouldn't hold it past her to.

'Aww baby, did that hurt? I didn't feel a damn thing." She gave a chuckle that didn't even sound like her.

"Let me ask you something. Do you remember a patient by the name of Brandon Moore? No? Well let me remind you. Brandon was a cancer patient that you were tending to. Brandon had a rare case of cancer that progressed to his lungs and around his kidney's"

I remember Brandon. Brandon was one of the first patients that I lost. He had a rare type of leukemia that metabolized to the muscle around his kidney's and progressed to his lungs. Brandon was a very special patient of mine. I had been working his case for close to a year when i was doing my internship. I believe it was my third year. Brandon had one of the sweetest smiles that a eight year old could have. Even for such a yound age, he was always very positive. He never complained even after a chemo treatment. Their were times that after my shift ended I would stay with him to make sure that he was doing ok. His mother who I dont remember what her name was, was put in a psychiatry ward for her brakedown from learning of her son's illness.

I had advocated for Brandon, i advocated to other doctor's that had given up on him. I just couldn't let it go. I became attached. Finally an attending had agreed to do his surgery. Dr. Graham had stated that I could assist in the surgery. During his surgery he flat lined. We were unable to bring him back. His poor little heart just couldn't take anymore. This broke me. I left Pediatrics for quit sometime, until Dr. Graham convinced me to return.

My inner remembrance of a beloved patient was abruptly stopped when Randy spoke.

"Well you see Brandon was my son. My son that you killed on the operating table. My son that we trusted you to take care of. You betrayed our trust. You killed ,him just for the hell of it. You didn't care that he had loved ones. You just wanted to cut him open and probe around inside of him. So, you see this? Right here?" she gestured to what she was doing between herself and me.

"This is payback. This is payback for taking my sweet little boy away from me. He was the only thing I had left in this world and you took him away from me. So your gonna pay. I'm gonna make sure that it is a slow and painful death. I'm gonna show you what it feels like to be cut into. I'm gonna show yopu what it feels like to have someone taken from you. Someone that you love with out a shadow of doubt. Someone that you need in your life. You will never see her ever again." She leans real close to me so she is even with my left ear and Whispers. "Callie".

She then slams the scalpel into my right arm and slowly slides it down. At this point I was hoping for death. I was hoping that I would never wake up again. Brandon's heart just couldn't keep up with treatments or even the surgery. It was his time. To think that Randy was blaming me for what happened broke my heart. That little boy that I thought of as a nephew or hell even my own son half the time.

"Fuck you" I finally managed to say. I was trying to scream it but it mearly came out as a whisper.

"Oh, yay. I see you have managed to get your voice back. let's just see how much it came back."

She had removed the scapel from my arm. I let out the best scream that I could muster. A hot searing pain made its way through my body. Randy didn't even give me time to recover. She took the scalpel and stabbed me in my other arm. I was laying their unable to move my arms or legs. But the pain, i felt every single ounce of the pain.

Randy straddled my waist and kissed me on my lips. She nuzzled my cheeck with her nose then slowly she reached my ear to only whisper:

"My son will get his revenge. I promise you that. I changed my mind. I'm not gonna let you breath any longer. You have already wasted so much air. Air that my son could be breathing. Air that you took away from him."

Randy sat up straight on my waist. I knew what was coming. I had been living in hell for months now. At least now I will finally get some peace. I'll be able to rest. I closed my eyes for the last time.

"Goodbye, Arizona. It was nice killing you" Randy raised the scalpel behind her head and drove it in to my abdomen.