"No, no, no," Callie mumbled.
Arizona jolted awake and disentangled herself from Callie's shifting arms. Sweat and black hair stuck to a pale face.
"Arizona! Arizona, where is my Arizona?"
"Calliope, Calliope, I'm right here," Arizona said softly.
"No, no, where are you? Arizona!"
"Callie! Calliope, wake up."
"Arizona, where are you?" Callie was getting more frantic.
"Calliope!" Arizona shook her.
Her eyes flew open and she flailed. Arizona grabbed her arms. "Arizona!"
"Calliope, I'm right here," Arizona soothed, taking the weeping Latina in her arms.
"Oh my god, Arizona," Callie sobbed into her shoulder. "Arizona."
"It's okay, Calliope. It's okay. I'm here." Arizona was confused, and worried.
She stroked Callie's hair as she wept.
Calliope was not telling her something.
"It's okay, Calliope. I love you. It's okay. I'm right here in ." She held and soothed Callie until she fell back asleep.
Oh my God, Calliope, what happened to you?
