A/N: Ah, hello Calzona lovers! I'm sure if you are reading this then you definitely do love Callie and Arizona. So basically, I think that everyone has probably thought about what the episode would have been like if it had been Arizona who was badly injured instead of Callie. I definitely did and honestly, the idea only hit me about three hours ago. I rewatched the episode and then went back the beginning, carefully analyzed everybody's emotions and the ticket of the experience, and tried to write it out with Callie and Arizona's roles reversed. Of course, it's really hard. I got stuck in a lot of places and just went with it, that's why a lot of dialogue said by the doctors is from the TV show, some I switched around to fit for Arizona and some I just left out completely. This story will definitely be one that I stick with and I hope you guys bare with me as I do my best to present 'Song Beneath A Song' for you in a different way. I'm still going to incorporate the songs as best as I can in here too, because they were a big part of the episode. Now that I've rambled enough, I'm going to let you read. I hope you guys enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Grey's Anatomy. I don't own the characters or anything. I wish though.
"She's got obvious head, chest and abdomen injuries," Callie shouted to the heap of doctors as she jumped from the back of the ambulance, shock still overwhelming her. She hadn't been able to leave Arizona's side from the very moment of the accident. It'd been so fast that neither of them had time to react. Will you marry me? Those four words rung repeatedly through Callie's head as she tried to make sense of it. Everyone around her was moving, all of the faces that usually looked so happy didn't. They looked scared and frightened.
"Arizona? It's Dr. Hunt, can you hear me?" Owen leaned over the hyperventilating blonde. Worry written through his tone, something that he couldn't hide.
"She's hemorrhaging. We need to get her inside now!" Webber yelled, applying pressure to the long cut on her abdomen. They didn't have time to waste. They needed to get her inside, try to get a steady heart pace and then get her to an OR immediately.
Callie's eyes searched all of their faces for some kind of expression that looked hopeful, but all she found was fright. Even more fright than they had at their day to day patients.
"Arizona, you're safe. We're gonna fix ya up just fine, okay?" Bailey said softly to her before the group of them began rushing into the hospital, pushing Arizona on the gurney quickly.
We'll do it all. Everything, on our own. We don't need anything or anyone.
Mark had been lost in the commotion but as everyone started moving at once, leaving Callie who looked worse off than she ever had, he ran to her, hugging her as tightly as ever. "She asked me to marry her...and I didn't – couldn't, answer her." She sobbed into his shirt. Just as quickly as she had hugged him, she let go, taking off in a run behind everyone else. She couldn't leave Arizona.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
"Come on Arizona, breathe. Breathe Dr. Robbins!" Many things along those lines were shouted as the doctors flew down the hallway towards an examination room.
"Stay with me, Robbins. Stay with me." Owen's voice overpowered the rest, his face close to hers.
I don't quite know how to say how I feel.
Arizona's entire body was shaking with fear, pain and confusion. What had happened? What was happening? Her eyes were dilated massively and she tried to move her hand, but found herself only shaking more. Silent tears were rolling down her bloody and already bruising face. Bailey continued to hold the mask against the blonde's mouth so she could breathe. Arizona coughed, blood spitting into the clear rubber.
"She's spitting up blood! Move faster!" Bailey screamed urgently, pulling the gurney faster on her heels.
"C...Cal..." Arizona tried to speak but all that was heard was massive sobs. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to focus on the people around her. Everything was moving so fast, it needed to slow down.
"She's right here, Arizona, but you need you right now, you hear me? You're gonna be just fine." Bailey informed her, hoping that Arizona heard her over her sobs.
They reached the examination room. It was a record really. Not that they hadn't run for other patients because they had but with the intense injuries of one of their own, they couldn't help but feel attached to it. After Webber counted down, all of them lifted the blanket beneath the blonde, switching her to a proper hospital bed. They'd run further test's to try and get a better outlook at her injuries and know exactly what to do about them.
"Get those IV's up!" Bailey shouted as everyone began scrambling around for something – anything – to do.
"Apply pressure to the wound to her abdomen or she's gonna bleed out!"
"I'll get a CT scan ready for her!"
"Get her some alazopram!"
"No obvious spinal deformations! No extensive injuries to her legs, minor cuts!"
"Checking reflexes!"
Those three words are said too much but not enough.
"Bag valve mask now!"
"No breath sounds on the left! Severed lung and lung tube!"
"Is she gonna live?" Callie shouted, breaking through the doctors constant yells and chatter. She needed to know. She needed hope or something that was gonna make this situation better. Honestly, Callie couldn't even make sense of all their talking. She could barely hear her own words. When she got no response, she tried again, "Cristina, is she gonna be okay?" all that was received was a devastated look.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
Mark could feel the pain radiating off of Callie. The look of hopelessness on her face was killing him. "Somebody give 'er an answer!" His booming voice echoed off the walls.
"You two need to back up." Webber stated firmly, making his way over to them. He stretched his arm out in front of Callie to push her back, Mark voluntarily stepping back to protect her. Sure as hell somebody needed to. He placed his hand on the small of her back, hoping to offer her some comfort.
"No, I want an answer!" Callie pushed against Webber, refusing to step back. That was...That was her fiance. Sure, Callie hadn't given Arizona an answer but she hadn't been able to. She wanted to marry her. She would marry her. Now all she needed Arizona to do was stay alive.
"Against the wall and silent!" Webber shouted, forcefully pushing them both back. He needed them as far away from the situation as possible. His employees needed all the focus possible and with their yelling, it wouldn't be any help.
Arizona had managed to weakly loll her head to the left, brushing off the bag valve mask. Her sobs were loud and terrified as she struggled for air. Hunt noticed, quickly placing the mask back on her face and leaning down to whisper that it was gonna be okay in her ear. Her blue eyes were filled with tears and he wished he could help that but for right now, they needed her to be as still, cooperating and calm as she could be.
"I need those drapes to pump her chest!" Teddy yelled, pulling the stethoscope from her ears. "36 french tube by three!" She yelled to Lucy.
Forget what we're told, before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
"Keep giving her warm fluids so she doesn't get hypothermia." Webber instructed the group of them.
"Should we start a blood infusion?" Lucy asked as she passed the drapes to Teddy, glancing to Dr. Webber for some kind of answer.
"Bailey, where are ya?"
"The rapid infuser!" Bailey shouted before disappearing into the a jointed room.
"She needs a Central I!"
"Someone run upstairs and tell them to prep an OR! Where's that blood?" Webber had fully taken control of the situation. He could see the worry in all of the doctors eyes and he needed to get them going.
Callie grabbed onto Mark's torso, burying her face into his chest. "What if we loose her Mark? I can't loose her!" She cried, her body shaking from her own fear. This was all just a huge mess. A huge and terrible mess. She should have just told Mark that she'd talk to him later. That time was for her and Arizona and she'd decided to argue with her. Dammit!
Bailey began putting the rapid infuser together, piecing it, making sure that when she rushed back into that room there wouldn't be a second wasted trying to get the damn thing on. She paused, feeling her hands shake with adrenaline and she swallowed back a sob, taking a deep breath. There was no time for mess up's or crying. All of them needed to get themselves together and do this. They could do this. They could fix Arizona.
Let's waste time chasing cars around our heads. I need your grace to remind me to find my own.
Glancing up through the blinds, Bailey made eye contact with Callie, giving her a reassuring nod before rushing back into the room with the rapid infuser. She pushed it to the side that way when it was needed, it'd be there and quickly returned to the large group of doctors huddled around their injured colleague. She began wrapping wires under her body so that they wouldn't get caught on any of them as they rushed her to the OR. However, as she came to the blonde's hands, she saw they were straightening and unstraightening – the women needed support, comfort, and someone needed to give it to her. Bailey reached down, squeezing it gently so she wouldn't hurt her. "I'm right here, I'm right here." She murmured.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told, before we get too old. Show me a garden that's bursting into life.
"She could die...and I can't even help her." Callie continued after she had let go of Mark. She didn't want to cry. She needed to be strong.
"Derek, please," Mark turned his attention to his former best friend.
"How are we doing with the heart beat?" Derek shouted.
They all needed a little reassurance.
"Hook her up to a new monitor, I can't get anything!"
Thankfully there was an extra. In the emergency rooms there usually were. Hooking up the blonde was an easy task to complete as Bailey continued to comfort her. Webber nodded, making sure he didn't interrupt her. There were enough hands on deck to complete everything else. Besides, having a patient go into anymore panic or shock than Arizona was could resort in a much quicker death. They didn't want to speed up that process, especially when she was still in stages of being able to fix it.
"Systolic number two." Webber said calmly.
Callie placed both of her hands on her now extremely large baby belly. Stress was never good for a baby but right now, how was she supposed to remain calm? It would be impossible. Arizona could die, very well could die, and it wasn't in much of anybody's control. She took a deep breath, rubbing gentle circles across her belly in order to help bring comfort to the mighty oak growing in her.
Suddenly, in the midst of trying to be calm, the monitor began beeping like crazy.
"She's crashing!" Dr. Avery yelled.
All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see.
All the doctors began rushing like chickens with their heads cut off to do everything they could. They needed to keep her breathing.
"Start bagging her!"
"Come on, get her back!" Webber yelled.
"Starting CPR!" Teddy shouted amongst the voices of everybody else.
"Get her stabilized, people!"
Fright, worry, pain. Three emotions that could control one so immensely to the point that they wouldn't be able to work, and although all the doctors felt a mixture of all three, they kept at Arizona Robbins. They would not loose her. Not when they had barely began trying to get her healthy.
"1, 2, 3!" All the doctors quickly removed their hands on three as Teddy leaned over the brunette with the paddles. The shock raddled the blonde but didn't bring her back.
I don't know where. Confused about how as well.
Callie's sob was the only thing heard along with the everlasting beeping of the monitor. She raised both of her hands, cupping them around her mouth to try and silence herself. Mark moved behind her, wrapping both arms around her torso. He wanted to bring her to the waiting room, get her away from the madness and attempt his best as calming her down, but he knew she wouldn't go for it. Hell, if it had been her, then he wouldn't leave this room either. Though, as much as Arizona and him didn't get along, Mark felt pain for the blonde woman who was crashing in front of them. Arizona was a good person, good doctor, and even though she'd made mistakes with Callie, was an amazing person for his best friend.
"Charge to two hundred!" Dr. Avery shouted, the charges running through to Arizona's body again. All their heads whipped to the monitor in hope that Arizona would come back to them. And as if God answered all their prayers, it began beeping regularly: signaling that Arizona was alive and with them again.
Callie inhaled sharply as she found herself able to breathe again.
Just know that these things will never change for us at all.
The doctors exchanged looks, nodding grateful to everyone before resuming what they'd been doing before.
"Everyone, go! Everybody ready? Let's go!" Derek shouted, beginning to wheel the blonde down the hallway. They needed to get her to an OR now. No more wasting time. They all moved at once, rushing in the same direction, all hands on the hospital bed or Arizona. A few of them running behind. Callie and Mark wasted no time following, keeping quick to their tails. They reached the elevator which had already been pressed open for them. All of them tried to fit it at once but it wouldn't work. It was too much weight in one space.
If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?
"Too many people! Get out!" Webber watched as five of his doctors took off in a run.
Dr. Karev, Hunt, Fields, Grey and Yang ran towards the stairs. They could get up there just as fast if they hurried. They ran right past Callie and Mark who was standing there who sad, hopeless eyes, watching the scene play out in front of them.
"She...She asked me to marry her and now she could die. It seems so...familiar." Callie bit out, remembering how well it turned out for Denny and Izzie.
It couldn't end this way. Not for Arizona. Not for her. Not for them.