Saving Calzona's Family

Chapter 6- Talking

Arizona's POV:
As she sits opposite me, I can't stop looking at her. "You look pretty." She sighs. "Arizona... you don't get to say that." I tilt my head. "Calliope..." She jumps up. "No. No. Don't Calliope me. You don't get to say that after... after how you hurt me."

Callie's POV:
She looks at me with her deep eyes. "Calliope..." I interrupt her. "Arizona Robbins! You don't get to turn up at my house, in the middle of the day, and say that you still love me." Her eyes start to well up. I place my hand on her arm and she looks at it, then back at me. "I hurt you so bad. I cheated on you, I left you in the middle of an airport. I crashed the car and nearly killed you and Sofia."

Arizona's POV:
My mind jumps to the day of the accident.
I'm gonna talk to him.
Don't you dare call him.
I... this is jealousy, Arizona. You are jealous of Mark. Get over it.
Well, do you... do you blame me? I mean, he gets most of you ... the straight you, the ... the catholic you, the girl who loves baby showers. I just get, you know, the gay you ... oh. Which is really only about 20 minutes a night, and not even, since you just feel too fat to even let me touch you lately.
Look, I am doing my best here to make sure that you are happy and that Mark's happy and that the tiny person growing inside me is happy. I don't know what else I can do, to be honest. Please tell me, 'cause I'll do it. Whatever will make you happy, I will do it.
Still, you need to buck the system every once in a while. Bet big.
Marry Me.
What?
I... mean it. I love you more than... anything. But I want more. I want commitments. I want rings. So... marry me?
And when you get the results you want? There's no better feeling in the world. But when you don't?
Callie! Callie! Callie!
The brain is the human body's most mysterious organ. It learns ... it changes ... it adapts. It tells us what we see ... what we hear. It lets us feel love. I think it holds our soul.
Callie! Oh, Callie! Help! Help! Someone call 991! Help! Oh! Oh, no! What should we... Go! Help me! Help! I need an ambulance...
But no matter how much research we do... No one can say how all the delicate grey matter inside our skull works. And when it's hurt... When the human brain is traumatised... Well... That's when it gets even more mysterious.
~Nobody knows where we might end up~
~Nobody knows~
Calliope means... means music.
Oh j... uh, honey, we're gonna fix you up just fine. Don't you worry.
She went through the windshield.
Seat belt? Airbags?
She took it off.
~We'll Do it all~
~ Everything~
~ On our own~
I asked her to marry me, and a truck came out of nowhere.
"I asked you to marry me, and a truck came out of nowhere..."

Callie's POV:
"I'm so sorry. I'm... so, so sorry." She sobs. I pull her in close instantly. "Arizona... I, I, I can't... I'm, I'm with Penny. I shouldn't even be here..." She looks up at me. "Calliope, I love you. And I'm so sorry. So sorry, for hurting you so bad." I stroke her head.
Nothing ever gets me high like this
Nothing ever gets me high like this
I picked my poison and it's you
Nothing can kill me like you do
You're goin' straight to my head
And I'm headin' straight for the edge
I picked my poison and it's you
I picked my poison and it's you