Over My Head (My Confessions)
Over My Head (My Confessions)
Tagline: Everyone knows I'm in over my head and I don't know what to do to but to give my confessions.
Summary: When the pressures of being unable to conceive slowly derails their relationship, Arizona chooses to take a break. She heads to Africa to work as a missionary, saving lives of the tiny humans. Yet, little to every one's knowledge, including her own, she takes a little something of Callie's with her. Now seven months later, Callie's world is turned upside down by the arrival of her ex-girlfriend and the tiny human growing inside of her. Can Callie find forgiveness for the mother of her child? Or is it simply too late?
Warning: AU Season 7
Pairing: Callie/Arizona.
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“I can sum up everything I have learned about life in three words: it goes on.”- Robert Frost.
Chapter Nine
There is never anything more nerve wrecking or terrifying than knowing that, even as qualified as you are, you can’t do anything to help your best friend. At least, that’s how Teddy feels now. She sits by the bed side of the once perky and bubbly Arizona who is now silenced by her injuries and the pain medication. Teddy has never felt so helpless in her entire life, so defenseless and vulnerable than sitting here at this very moment, right now.
She is a doctor, damn it. A good doctor, perhaps even, one of the best cardiothoracic surgeons that Seattle has ever seen. Yet, her knowledge and her training are proven to be useless in a situation like this. Because, even if there was something that she could have done, she is too involved; too involved in the case, too involved in Arizona and that baby of hers.
Her emerald jades focus on the black but beeping screen of the heart monitor positioned above their heads. The beeping sound is providing the only real sign of life from the disheveled, bloody and injured mess of the body that lies before her. If Teddy didn’t know for a fact that this person is Arizona, she would not believe it herself. The usually gorgeous face that was once alight with dimples and happiness is now sunken, framed with soot and covered in gashes and scrapes.
But inside this broken body, a miracle is growing. A life that Arizona and Callie created together, a life that may very well not even get the chance to begin their existence and Teddy cannot help but feel so, so guilty. Guilty for not telling Arizona to stay in Africa, for not telling her exactly how bad of an idea this was, guilty for not having enough courage to tell Callie the truth, the whole truth.
She is literally trembling when she reaches forward, gently taking Arizona’s hand within her own. She sucks in a deep breath, swallowing hard with a lump in her throat. Quietly, Teddy studies the almost lifeless face, trying desperately to find her best friend somewhere inside of there. The best friend that she surely had not expected to find when she first came to Seattle Grace-Mercy West.
“A-Arizona, can you… can you hear me?” Teddy hiccups back a cry, waiting for a response but not surprisingly there is only silence. To this, Teddy nods to herself as she licks her dry lips before beginning again.
“We always tell people who have family members or friends that are… well… we always tell them that they should talk to them because they can hear you and it helps with the healing process. I always…um… I always thought it was stupid. I thought it was just some crap that we say to make them feel better and feel not quite as helpless. But right now… right now I’m hoping it’s true. I’m hope you can hear me. Because I need you to hear me.” Teddy begins, playing gently with Arizona’s fingers laced between her own.
“I need you to live, do you hear me? I need you to live. You don’t get to take the easy road here and die on us and go be with your brother. No. I mean, I know that you probably want to and it’s easier than fighting back through all your injuries and stuff. But… but people need you here. I need you here. Callie…” Teddy stops just short of finishing her thought when her voice breaks and she fights it back, clearing her throat.
“Callie needs you. I didn’t… I didn’t tell her about the baby yet. It’s not… it’s not my place. It’s not my place to tell her about you and the baby. But she needs you. She’s… she’s not okay. I know that she can be an ass and I know that she’s a bitch sometimes and I know that she probably doesn’t really deserve your forgiveness or you but she… Arizona, she’s… she’s so in love with you. She doesn’t love Mark or anyone else the way that she loves you. She’s…. she’s lost. And she’s hurting. She needs answers that I don’t have. She needs someone- she needs you.” Teddy sniffles.
“The two of you are going to have a baby together. A beautiful baby. A baby who needs you, who needs both parents. Don’t deprive it of that; don’t deprive it of getting to know you. Of loving you. It needs you and Callie… she can’t raise it on her own. Don’t make her. Your baby needs you, Arizona. Callie needs you. I need you. So many people need you. You have a life here, a life that you are not done living yet so just hang on, can you do that? Please? Can you just hang on?” Teddy begs, the tears streaming down her face.
“Dr. Altman.” Teddy’s head snaps up from Arizona’s hand, to study her face, her heart almost leaping in her throat. But instantly, it falls just as quickly when she realizes that her eyes are still tightly shut. She looks back over her shoulder to find Dr. Bailey approaching her, a file in her hand.
“Dr. Bailey.” Teddy smiles weakly with a heavy sigh before turning her focus back to Arizona. Miranda Bailey is not a woman who normally shows compassion, not a woman who bends at the sight of hurt, not a woman who allows herself to feel. Because the last time that she allowed herself to feel, her favorite intern died because he threw himself in front of a bus. The last time she allowed herself to feel, she watched another doctor get shot and bleed out in front of her and there was nothing she could do. But standing here, taking the stats of Arizona Robbins, the woman who put her neck on the line to make sure she got the respect she needed, a woman who had been more than just a co-worker for her, she cannot help but be overcome by all those emotions.
“Her vitals are strong. They are going to take her into surgery in a few minutes and they are going to try to repair as much as they can before they drop again,” Bailey explains as she scribbles the notes in her chart.
“Dr. Montgomery has ordered for her to be given some steroids to mature the baby’s lungs so if things take a turn for the worst, Dr. Montgomery will deliver the baby by C-section. The baby will still be early but it will be in good hands. Dr. Shepard will try to repair the brain bleed and see what other damage has been done. If her stats stay strong, Cristina may try to repair her heart. I know that it sounds like a lot and it is a lot, but given Arizona’s state, we don’t want to keep cutting on her more than we have to.” Dr. Bailey clarifies, closing the file as she drops the pen back into her pocket. Teddy nods, absently playing with Arizona’s fingers, a quiet sniffle escaping her in response to what Bailey has said. Miranda sighs a little, wrinkling her brow as she looks at Arizona now, bruised, blood and broken, a complete opposite of what the perky Peds surgeon used to be.
“Do you want me to call someone? Her parents?” Bailey asks but Teddy shakes her head.
“Um…N-no thank you. I’ll take care of it later,” Teddy simply states, her eyes never leave Arizona’s hand. Bailey nods quietly, biting her bottom lip as she turns to leave. However, something stops her just inches from the door. She turns, looking at the lifeless body that lies in the bed and the crumbling mess of a woman who sits beside of her. Inhaling deeply, Miranda takes a step forward, clearing her throat.
“I don’t do personal. I don’t do girl talk. I don’t talk about feelings. I don’t do this, do you understand me?” Bailey exclaims and Teddy looks at her rather quizzically with a gentle nod of her head. It is not unknown to the staff of Seattle Grace-Mercy West that Miranda Bailey doesn’t talk about feelings or show compassion, after all, she wasn’t nicknamed the Nazi for nothing. But for a moment, this brief moment, Teddy watches as the woman slowly begins to let her guard down.
“It’s not my place to tell you what to do. And it’s certainly not my place to tell you what to say or what to think or how to feel. Arizona Robbins is your person and you did what you had to do to protect her and that baby. I know that you probably think that I don’t understand that-but I do. She asked you for a favor and Arizona is not the type to ask for things so how could you tell her no, even when you knew it was wrong. You did what you had to do because you are Arizona’s friend. I understand that.” Bailey begins, taking another thoughtful step forward.
“But I also understand that you are Callie’s friend too. When Arizona asked you to keep it a secret, she didn’t count on this happening. How could she? This was just one of those freak accidents that happen sometimes. It’s just one of those statistics’ that none of us like to believe in. And now she’s lying here, fighting against all odds to survive and keep her baby safe. And the love of her life, the mother of this child, doesn’t know a thing about it.” Bailey continues but Teddy stops her with a brief, almost distant laugh.
“Stop Bailey. I know where you are going with this and I just… please just stop.” Teddy interrupts much to the shorter woman’s dismay. Bailey scowls, clearly in disapproval before she turns her attention back to Arizona, watching the beeping heart monitor with a heavy, saddened sigh.
“You need to tell Callie. And before you rudely, might I add, interrupt me again; I know that people, that Dr. Montgomery has been nagging at you to tell her but you do. She… she needs to know. Not just for herself but for Arizona and the baby and for yourself. You are going to drive yourself crazy dealing with this alone. With the guilt and the grief and the worries and then telling The Robbins’, you are going to go insane. You need to tell her.” When Teddy’s mouth opens, Bailey stops her with a clearing of her throat.
“Imagine if you were in her shoes. What if the person that you loved the most in the world was injured and everyone in this hospital, including your own friends, didn’t tell you about it? What if that person was carrying your child, a child that you didn’t even know about? What if something happens to her? Not that I think it will, but sometimes these things are out of our hands. What if something happens and Callie doesn’t get the chance to see her or that baby? What if you never got the chance to see the love of your life or your baby? I don’t know what happened so I can’t judge Arizona, I’m sure she had her reasons. But speaking as a mother myself, if Tucker took Little Tuck from me and I never got see him and something happened to them? I… I couldn’t live.”
“Bailey.” Teddy’s voice is a mere whisper now, “she’s going to hate me when I tell her. She’s not going to understand, she’s going to go off. She’s going to hate me and she’s going to hate Arizona. And it’s… she’s not going to be able to do her job and…”
“Stop. Stop putting Callie’s job before the fact that she’s human. She has feelings, she has a heart; a heart that is breaking and a heart that will be broken completely if she loses the both of them without having the chance to fight for them. Teddy, you need her. You can’t do this on your own. And that baby growing inside of Arizona is her child and Arizona is her person too. You have to tell her. Because if she finds this out from someone other than you? She’ll never be able to get over that. She needs to know.” Bailey ends her tirade with a heavy sigh. Before Teddy can speak again, the doctors and nurses come through the door, prepping Arizona for her surgery, unplugging her from the machines. Stepping back into the corner, she watches them as they do their job, but just as quickly as they came, they leave, rolling Arizona with them.
“I… I can’t.” Teddy’s shaky voice whispers from the corner and Bailey stops at the door, sharing the most compassionate and innocent gaze with the woman. Her face softens and she offers a weak, but promising smile.
“This isn’t about you, Teddy. This is about Arizona. It’s about the baby. It’s about Callie. You really don’t have any other choice.” Bailey exclaims with a soft nod before she exits after the group of doctors.
Teddy sighs as she slumps against the wall, tangling her fingers in her golden mane, a heart wrenching cry echoing from her lips. How in the world is she supposed to tell Callie something like this?
--
This is a good idea; this is the best idea, something that will be good for the both of them. At least, that is what Arizona is reminding herself of time and time again as she sits, nervously fidgeting with her fingers, staring at the two packed suitcases by the door. This is the only way that they can ever have a chance at a normal relationship again, the only way they can forget all the bad stuff and begin anew. This is the only way, the only chance they ever have of being together happily again.
Still yet, the decision shakes her to the core and her knee fretfully bounces beneath her. Sighing dreadfully, Arizona laces her fingers as she props her elbow upon her bouncy knee, resting her chin upon them. As a child of the military moving around is not something that is uncommon to her, but Seattle is her home, her home with Callie. And even though she knows this is the only chance for the two of them to ever have a relationship like before, the thought of moving millions of miles away breaks her heart.
When the door opens, Arizona jumps slightly frightened by the loud action and her head snaps up to find Callie coming in the door. The raven haired beauty mumbles something incoherently as she pulls the key from the hole but instantly she stops when she notices the suitcases by the door. Suddenly, a pair of russet brown eyes find their way to Arizona’s bottled blues and she feels herself shrink at the glare.
“Arizona…w-what is this?” Callie intrigues, gesturing to the suitcases as she drops her keys into the bowl and pulls off her leather jacket. Arizona gulps as she wipes her sweaty palms onto her jeans before she slowly stands, feeling her heart drop into the pit of her stomach. She has had days and hours to prepare herself for this conversation but now that it is finally here, she can’t help but feel those tears attempting to form in fear of uncertainty.
“It’s suitcases.” Arizona mumbles and Callie snorts with a hard roll of her eyes.
“Yes, clearly it’s suitcases. I am not blind. I am just wondering why they are here. Are you planning on seeing your parents or something?” Callie reasons, opening the fridge as she pulls out a beer. Arizona fidgets with her hands nervously, watching her girlfriend pop the top to her drink. As she begins to take a swig, Callie notices the worriment written upon Arizona’s face and she wrinkles her brow in confusion.
“What?” asks Callie, lowering the beer from her pursed lips with a ‘pop’. Arizona sighs nervously, exhaling deeply as she sways back and forth softly, swallowing the lump in the back of her throat. She closes her eyes for a brief moment, just long enough to keep the tears from falling, before she opens them again and begins to speak.
“There is a missionary in Africa. They are l-looking for doctors and I…” But Callie interrupts her.
“Oh Arizona, no. No.”
“I love Seattle. It has… amazing coffee and the most beautiful scenery that it could be the thirteenth wonder of the world. It has the best people, the sweetest people that I’ve ever met; it has the best doctors that I feel more than privileged to have had the chance to work with. Seattle has Joe’s Bar which is a definite plus, because there are some shifts that I would love to just drink away and Joe always has the best advice. Seattle….Seattle brought me to you.” Arizona’s voice breaks as the tears begin to gather within her bottled blues. For a moment, her posture relaxes as Callie’s face softens at the mentioning of the two of them and a weak, but still very visible, half smile curls upon Arizona’s lips.
“Seattle brought me to you and everyone…everyone knows that you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You… you taught me how to live and how to love and how to be happy. You changed my life, you… you are my dream come true and showed me all the things that I never knew I wanted. Seattle brought me to you. You, Calliope. The love of my life. And you are my home. And I love Seattle for that. B-but I… we need a break from Seattle. We need a break from all this.” Arizona gestures with a flick of her wrist to the room around her and Callie only listens, emotionless and speechless.
“Everything here reminds me of what we could have had. Every time I see the empty room that should have been the nursery….every time we fight about it… everything about this place haunts us, haunts me. We need to get away from this; we need a chance to start new. A place where there is not any memories of us or the life that we would have had. We need a place where nobody knows our names or our struggles. We need a place where we can just be Callie and Arizona without limitations or expectations. We are not going to have that here. And no matter how happy you might pretend we are here, it’s going to be the end of us. It’s going to destroy us. Slowly. And there isn’t going to be a damn thing we can do about it unless we get out of here.” Arizona tirades but Callie shakes her head softly, pushing her fingers weakly through her hair as she steps aside from the island.
“Seattle is my home. I-I have a job here, a damn good job, a job that I have worked for my entire life. I am the head of Ortho, I am the one that everyone looks up to, the one that can do the impossible and give people their lives back. I have friends here, good friends, friends who have supported us through everything that we have been through. Friends who are unlike anyone else in this entire world, friends who have never bailed on me. I have a good apartment here, close to the hospital and the bar and it has an amazing view. And you are asking me to pick up my life, our life and move it half a world away?” Callie exclaims, her voice echoing with the tone of disbelief and disapproval. The blond sighs heavily as she hangs her head, kicking absently at a speck on the floor.
“There are people who really need our help there, Callie, people who don’t have another chance at medical care, people who can’t afford to fly to America to receive those surgeries that they need. I….everything here is so stressful. All the time. We fight over the stupidest things, like who left the coffee maker on or what we are having for dinner or what time we go to bed. We’re…. we are losing ourselves. We need a break from this, from the baby problem, from all of it. The Chief has already approved the idea and said we could have our jobs back when we return. It’s…it’s not a forever type of deal. It is just something for us to get our relationship back. Something that I need. And I am asking you to do it with me, do it for me.” Arizona states and Callie shakes her head.
“I’m not leaving Seattle to go to some third world country so we can work on our problems, Arizona.”
“Callie.”
“No, that is what you are wanting us to do, isn’t it? You want me to leave Seattle, leave my job, my friends, my life, for God knows how long to work in some third world country where homosexuality is pretty much illegal because you want to start over but I don’t want to start over. I like my life here.” Callie positions and Arizona shakes her head weakly with teary eyes.
“What life? There’s… there’s nothing here anymore, Callie. Nothing but a bunch of what could have been’s. “Arizona exclaims but Callie is having none of it, instead she laughs weakly, distantly. It is a strange sound, a sound that is unlike anything Arizona has ever heard before.
“I am here. My life is here. Not in Africa. Not pretending like none of this happened. My friends… Mark… they are here. My job is here. Everything is here, Arizona. I can’t just pack up and leave because it’s what is easiest, because it is what you want.”
“And I can’t pretend like things are okay, like we are going to be okay, I can’t stay in Seattle because it’s what you want. I’ve… I’ve sacrificed so much for you lately, Callie. But I can’t do this; I can’t stay here and torture myself. I need to heal and so do you. I’m… I need you in my life. I need us. I am asking you, please. Please. Can you just…? Will you do this for me? For us? I already lost my brother; I don’t want to lose you too.” Arizona pleads. Callie’s face softens, she studies her, deeply and purely as her lips purse and she inhales deeply. For a moment, there are no words, for a moment the entire world manages to fall away.
“I…. I can’t.” whispers Callie and Arizona feels her heart shatter in a thousand different pieces inside of her. A cry quickly escapes from her before she has a chance to catch herself. She watches as Callie finally lets her guards down but the blond shakes her head, her curly hair framing her face as she takes a step backward, biting her bottom lip.
“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t stay in Seattle. I just… I can’t. Please forgive me.” Arizona murmurs, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip so deeply that she almost brings blood. The tears crowd within her eyes as she curls her fingers around the handles of the suitcases, rolling them behind her. She feels her heart break deeper inside of her with every step that she takes as every movement of her foot in front of her taking her farther and farther away from the love of her life. The blond closes her eyes as she opens the door, her heart longing for the one thing that she knows can no longer be hers.
“Arizona.” Callie calls out to her in a crack, echoing with a cry. Arizona stops, inhaling deeply in the doorway before she turns around to find the teary eyed woman who is being left behind. Her bottled blues quickly find that all too familiar pair of russet brown searching for purpose, searching for reasoning, for love, for life, searching for something, anything, that gives her a reason to stay. Arizona waits, waits to hear those words that she so desperately wants to hear, waits for Callie to throw her things in a bag and follow behind her for the flight that leaves tonight. She waits to see that Callie Torres thinks they are worth fighting for.
“I’m so sorry.” Callie whispers as the tears stain down her cheeks, cutting away at her, exposing pieces of her that Arizona has long forgot about. Arizona nods quietly as she searches in the back of her mind, searches for something that might convince her lover to come with her, something that might convince her that everything is not lost, that there is another life out there waiting for her. She searches for something, for anything, which might possibly somehow let Callie know just how badly she needs her with her, today, tomorrow and every day.
“Me too.” Arizona murmurs softly knowing that certainly was not it. Swallowing hard, she looks at Callie, fighting the break down, “I love you.” With those three words, she shuts the door behind her. Arizona stands for a moment, her hand pressed against the cool blue door as she waits, waits for Callie to open the door, to declare her love for her and tell her how wrong she was to think that she could have a life in Seattle.
She waits. But nothing happens. And she isn’t so sure why she expected her to come after her in the first place.
--
It has been so long since Callie has felt normal that she has almost forgotten the feeling. It has been so long since she has walked through the hallways of Seattle Grace-Mercy West without the fake smiles and hushed whispers following behind her. It has been so long that she has damn near given up on it, until today. Today is the first day that she can walk through the halls without hearing the hushed whispers and if she did, it was about the accident instead of her tumultuous love life and how she always ends up alone after running Seattle Grace-Mercy West’s best doctors away.
Today is the first day the ortho rockstar can walk through the hallways without feeling like some type of foreign alien, and as twisted as it seems, she is almost thankful for the accident. It is terrible that people have lost their lives and for that, she is truly sorry. Callie knows the pain of burying someone you love all too well, since burying her ex-husband almost two years ago. But she is grateful that the accident has captured the attention of the doctors and nurses away from her.
Her body moves in exhaustion as she approaches the surgery board, her body aching in disapproval of the movement. But she shrugs it off, just like all the times before, because the pain just reminds her that she is alive, the only thing that reminds her that she is alive. Callie tries to read the board but all the words and lines seem to blur together in her exhausted state. She grumbles a Spanish obscenity, rubbing her eyes with the back of her fists as she blinks desperately, trying once again to read the board. This time she can make out her name for a surgery that takes place in an hour.
Sighing, Callie slumps against the nurses’ desk reaching for the chart of her patient in an attempt to try to prepare herself. She rubs her eyes in annoyance once again, cursing herself for not taking the nap when she had the chance. But it was Arizona’s fault. Arizona’s fault for being there, for plaguing every thought, every feeling, every breath she takes, every beat of her heart. It’s Arizona’s fault for not leaving her alone now, for not giving her a minute of peace in this heaviest storm of her life, even though they are literally worlds apart. But she knows it is only an excuse.
She let the love of her life get away and that, well, that is Callie’s own fault.
Scanning the records of the patient, she does not see when Teddy reluctantly approaches her, so when her voice calls out her name, she literally jumps.
“Callie.” Teddy almost whispers, fighting away the lump in her throat. Startled, Callie turns to the woman with a wrinkled brow as she tries to catch the breath that the woman, unintentionally, stole from her. Callie laughs, a warm blush curling within her cheeks in embarrassment of how easily frightened she had been before offering that brilliant, beaming grin toward the cardio surgeon, the same grin that used to make Arizona weak in the knees.
“Teddy. I didn’t see you. You scared me.” Callie chuckles with a grin before she returns her attention back to the file. Teddy offers a weak smile as she, too, slumps against the nurses’ desk, using it for support and strength for an entirely different reason.
“Sorry.” Teddy mumbles weakly. If Callie had been more observant, if she had truly been listening to the woman beside of her, she would have heard the cry that tickled in the back of her throat, she would have heard when the breath hitched, and she would have seen the tear stains on her face and the worriment in her eyes. If she had been paying attention, she would have seen that something was wrong and she could mentally and emotionally prepare herself for the bombshell.
“I have surgery in an hour. I have to repair a dislocated femur and a collarbone. It’s… it’s definitely going to be intense. I thought about letting Kepner scrub in with me. I really think she is the one to watch. I know that everyone thinks that Avery is the Gunther but I think Kepner’s got a spark in her.” Callie exclaims in a soft smile, writing something in the chart now and Teddy nods gently.
“Yeah, she’s definitely something.” Teddy replies sadly and it’s now that Callie picks up on the change of demeanor in the woman. She stops writing, looking at her with a carefully wrinkled brow as she lowers the pen onto the desk.
“Hey, if you want to scrub in, I’ll totally let you. Forget about Kepner. It will be Altman and Torres. We would be the team to beat and I could teach you a few tricks of the trade that comes with being an ortho surgeon. I could teach you how to reset a femur, that’s something everyone needs to know. What do you think? Do you want to be my tag team partner?” Callie offers with a playful and warm smile and Teddy laughs quietly and faintly with a shake of her head as she bites her bottom lip nervously, studying the woman before her.
“No, that’s not it. But thank you though.” Teddy fakes the saddest of smiles before it almost immediately fades back to the sullen and worried expression that she had been wearing before. This time, however, it does not take Callie very long to notice the difference in the woman. Brooding quietly, Callie studies her, searching for some sort of sign that could tell her what is wrong.
“Then what’s wrong?” It is a question that has an answer that will forever change Callie Torres’ life. Teddy inhales a shaking breath as she licks her dry and cracked lips. She looks up, her eyes heavy and bloodshot and when she does, Callie feels her stomach twisting in that all too familiar gut wrenching agony. For a moment, Teddy says nothing; for, how could she? Instead, her eyes only stay focused upon Callie’s, her heart racing, her palms growing sweaty, her knees shaking, wondering how on earth she is going to find the words to tell what is going on.
“I-I need to tell you something,” Teddy stutters with a sigh and Callie laughs quietly.
“What? A-Are you pregnant or something?” Callie asks and Teddy sighs with a weak, disheartening sniffle. Callie only looks at her in confusion as she clears her throat softly. Callie watches as the tears fill within Teddy’s eyes and she moves closer, “Hey, Teddy. Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me anything and we’ll figure it out. We will. It can’t be that bad, right?” Teddy can barely keep her composure as she tries to fight back the tears and the cry that hangs in the back of her throat and Callie can feel her own knees begin to buckle beneath her.
“Teddy?”
“There was an accident,” Teddy begins, her voice cracking as the tears spring from her eyes and Callie only looks even more confused and Teddy’s heart shatters deep within her. “It’s…it’s Arizona.”
And it only takes those two words for Callie Torres’ entire world to go silent and dark.
It only takes those two words to change her life forever.