Arizona's POV

The plane crash had ruined everything.

That single thought consumed every moment of Arizona's life. She hated the world, the unfair, cruel world. She was a good person, a loving mother and a surgeon. She saved lives! She just didn't understand. She knew she should be feeling lucky, because despite everything, Mark and Lexie were gone. They had tried so hard in the forest to keep Mark alone. For someone she had once not wanted to be apart of her plan, Arizona had begged him to stay alive. She had spent night after night, watching him become more and more pale, praying to God to let him survive. They were all doctors, all of them, and they couldn't of saved him. It was infuriating, to know that Callie could have saved her leg, or that Teddy could have saved Mark from the extensive heart and brain damage he suffered. There had been a moment, the night before they were rescued, where Arizona had finally accepted that she was going to die. She had cried all night, holding Mark's head in her lap, wishing that she could have one more moment with Callie before it was all over. She'd screamed at the sky, pleading for her life, whispering "I love you" to Calliope, all the while knowing that they would never reach her.

The helicopter had awoken her from a cold, painful sleep. They had picked them all up, and whisked them to the hospital. Arizona had been in so much shock, because one moment she was dying, and the next moment, her beautiful wife was standing there, tears streaming down her face. Arizona had never wanted to kiss away her wife's tears more then in that moment. Despite the lack of makeup, the puffy red eyes and the pained expression, seeing Calliope in that moment was exactly what she needed to pull through.

Callie hardly left Arizona's bedside. It's as if she feared that by letting go of her wife's hand, she may lose her again. Arizona was in heaven, she thought, only she wasn't, because the pain in her left leg was excruciating and she knew the prognoses was not good. She could see it in Callie's eyes, still brimmed with tears. It did not come as a shock when Callie decided to tell Arizona that the infection was deep into her tissue and bone, and that amputation may be the only option. Arizona didn't want to have one leg. She'd spent too much time around people who'd been fit with prosthetics. She knew how much they hurt, how hard it was to adapt. She'd seen the life leave many people's eyes when they set eyes on the horrid scars and stumps where limbs used to be. That's why she made Callie promise not to let them take her leg. It was an unfair, selfish promise, and Arizona knew that, somewhere deep down. She knew that if it came down to it, Callie would choose life over her leg. But when she woke up from surgery, and her hand came to rest on a stump where her left leg should have been, she couldn't help the uncontrollable rage she felt at the world.

And for some reason, because it was easier to blame her than the plane, or God, or the universe, Arizona started to push Calliope away. Every day, she pushed her, she pushed until she could see the same amount of pain she felt reflected in her wife's eyes. And perhaps she was truly lost, because for some sick reason, the fact that someone else would feel her pain made her feel a little bit better.

Callie's POV

When Callie had received the call from Hunt, explaining the situation, her life had stopped. People say you have moments where your life flashes before your eyes in times of pain, and they were right. Hunt was talking, but all she could hear was Arizona's voice, telling her she loved her, calling Sofia their baby. Although it probably took her minutes to get out of the apartment and race to the hospital, it felt like years. Like in those dreams where you're running but you're getting nowhere.

It was worse when she got to the hospital, where Bailey, Owen, Jackson, and Karev all sat around a table, chewing their nails and sitting in silence. The waiting was the worst, because no one had found the plane. No one knew if Arizona or Mark were alive. No one knew anything. When they finally got word that they had found survivors, Callie's heart skipped a literal beat. There was a chance it was Arizona, there was a chance it was Mark! There was a chance that everything she had ever loved hadn't gone down with the plane.

Nothing in life could have prepared her for the moment when she laid eyes on Arizona again. Her wife's bone was sticking out of her leg, her skin was pale and blue, her eyes fluttering and her face bloodied. But Callie had fallen to her knees, tears streaming down her face. She'd never been so happy in her life. Not even when she'd slipped a ring onto Arizona's finger and finally married the love of her life. Because all of her fears, that she would lose her wife, they all flew away. Those beautiful blues were trained on her, and Callie picked herself up and raced to Arizona's side. She held her hand until it was warm again, kissing her over and over again, as if it may be the last time.

The moment wouldn't last though. Because soon there would be surgeons discussing amputation, and her wife would be begging her to promise that they wouldn't take her leg. What was she supposed to do? She promised something she never should have. She knew very early on what the odds were. She was great at her job, but the decision was simple. It was Arizona's life or her leg. And she would love Arizona every day with one leg. She would stand by her. But she couldn't love her, couldn't stand by her if she died. With Mark slipping into a coma a couple doors down, she knew she couldn't lose her wife too. She couldn't face a lifetime of coming home to an empty house, a lifetime without Arizona's beautiful blue eyes and fantastic smile. Those things kept her sane, they kept her going, and without them, she knew she wouldn't make it.

So the decision was made.

And she broke her promise.

And now, Arizona was punishing her. Sometimes she thought this pain was worse than the pain of Arizona dying, because right now, in this moment, it was like watching her wife die, but slowly, painfully, until she was just a shell of the woman Callie loved.

But she wouldn't give up. She'd made one promise she'd always keep.

I'm not going anywhere.