"Callie" A voice yells over the screams of the Latina.
The Latina shoots up, grabbing the blonde by the throat, cutting off her air supply. The blonde doesn't panic, she can't breathe but she doesn't panic. Brown eyes snap awake, the hand releases the blonde. The blonde runs to the bathroom, gagging and trying to breathe.
"Oh god" Callie whispers, completely awake.
"Cal you okay" Tim yells, running into the room.
The sound of his sister coughing pull him away from the Latina. The Latina quickly gets down from her bunk, how Arizona didn't fall is a mystery to her.
"Zona, are you okay" Tim calls through the closed door.
"Yeah" A raspy voice says.
"Is everybody alright" A women's voice asks from the top floor.
"Yeah, just bad dreams" Tim answers.
The coughing has stopped and a blonde comes out of the bathroom.
"Oh god" Callie whispers, hands covering her own mouth.
Around Arizona's neck is a very defined hand print.
"It's fine Callie" Arizona says.
"She could have killed you" Tim half yells.
"Tim, you did the same thing" Arizona says sternly, glaring at her brother.
"I did that" Callie asks, knowing full well that she did.
"It was an accident" Arizona shrugs.
"I'm going to bed" Tim snaps, walking off.
"Oh god" Callie whispers again, her eyes tracing the outline of her hand.
"It's fine" Arizona reassures, gently touching the Latina's upper arm.
"I could have killed you" Callie whispers, eyes never leaving the newly formed bruise.
"But you didn't" Arizona whispers, ducking her head down to catch the taller women's eyes.
Blue eyes meet brown. Fear, sadness, and understanding pass through them in a unspoken conversation.
"I'm so sorry" Callie whispers, looking down.
"I'm fine" Arizona chuckles.
"Can I touch it" Callie asks, looking up at blue eyes.
The blonde looks up, stretching her neck, "Of course."
A shaking tan hand gently runs over the hand print. Feeling it, taking it in. Stroking lightly, with so much care.
"I'm really sorry" The Latina repeat's, looking into the ocean of blue.
A pale hand grabs the tanned one, stopping it's motions.
"I know" She whispers.
They can both feel the air change. Butterflies are dancing around. Bright blue eyes glance to dark lips. Dark brown eyes turn a shade darker and look at baby pink lips. Breathing slows down. Heartbeats can be felt.
Both lean in, lips so close to touching.
"We should go to bed" The Latina says, taking a step back.
"Yeah, we should" The blonde agrees, trying to hide the disappointment.
"Night" Callie says, all but jumping back into her bed.
Not another word is spoken.