Arizona's POV: I had to fly to New York, and it's my worst nightmare. I never really got over the plane crash. My leg. Callie choosing to amputate it. But she needed me alive. All the bad memories flood back. We're married! I know. We... we have a child together! I, I know. How could you do this? I stutter. I, I, I thought we were past the hard stuff. I thought we were better. We were.. we are. After everything we've been through, the car accident, the bankruptcy, the plane crash, Mark... Ohh, you weren't on the plane,Callie! And you did not hear Meredith crying for Lexie. Or Mark moaning in pain. Or hear me scream in pain. You weren't there, and you keep acting like you were, but you weren't, and it wasn't your experience. I lost Mark. You almost died. You... I lost Mark. You almost died. YOU WEREN'T ON THE FREAKING PLANE!!! You want it? The street cred? The badge of honour? The warrior wounds? Then great. Stick out your leg, and I will grab a bone saw, and let's even the score!! She chokes on my words. It always comes back to the leg... I trusted you, more than anything, more than anyone... in my life. And you decided to cut it off. To save your life!!! YOU DIDN'T LOSE ANYTHING!!! I DID! I did! Apparently, I lost you... I'm nudged, which brings me back to reality. "Are you okay?" A woman next to me is looking at me with worry. "I, I..." She nods her head. "What happened?" I wipe tears away. "My wife... ex wife... She, um, we divorced after 10 years together. I did stuff, I hurt her so bad. You see, I was in a plane crash.." Memories of the woods float around and I shake lightly. "And she made the call to cut off my leg to save my life. But I blamed her for it. For ruining my life. And I did that for so long. Then, I cheated, which is pretty much the reason it all ended." The woman sighs. "I cheated on my husband, and it was the worst thing I ever did. But he always loved me, so he forgave me, slowly." I smile, this meant there was the smallest of chances Callie still loved me. "Do you have any kids ma'am?" She nods. She brings up a picture of 3 teenage kids.
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"Theo, Brittany and Hannah" I smile, wiping away tears. "They're beautiful." She grabs my hand. "Do you have any children?" I nod instantly. I bring up a photo of Sofia with Callie and me. When we were a family.
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"Sofia. She's 7 now. She's the best thing that happened to me. She's not mine biologically, but that doesn't stop me from being her momma." The woman points at Callie. "Is this the woman you were talking about?" I gaze at her. "Yeah, her name is Callie, but I used to call her Calliope. She hated it, but she loved it when I called her that." "Well, no wonder you were in love. She's clearly very beautiful... and so are you. So, go get your girl. Because you don't want to be 80 years old, in a bed, alone, regretting not trying to get her back." As the plane lands, I'm overcome with relief. As I replay the woman's wise words, I rush out of the airport to find some sort of transport. I want her back. Correction. I need her back.
