A/N- First Grey's Anatomy fic. Reviews are always welcome and appreciated. New chapter will be longer- just a sampling to see if I should finish or not! Arizona's response and onward to the "elevator happenings" from 7x12!
"Today I found out that I'm pregnant with Mark's baby. How about now?"
Arizona blinked rapidly, the sound around her reduced to a mere buzzing in her ears. She breathed deeply through her nose and looked upward, averting her gaze from the dark eyes that pierced through her with a silent sadness. "Oh," was all the blonde could manage before her throat closed and her voice cracked. She swallowed, then took another deep breath. The world seemed to spin and she stumbled back slightly, catching herself on the cool silver lining of the elevator. The door popped open as if on cue, and Arizona took no time bolting to her escape.
She shuffled quickly to the hospital exit and toward the parking lot. Her heels clicked rhythmically against the pavement, echoing in the cold night's air. She stopped at her car and slammed her purse down onto the roof. Arizona quickly thrust her hand into the bag and shuffled angrily through her purse for her keychain. "Fuck," she whispered, tears brimming and falling, making her eyesight blurry and the task of her key-finding incredibly difficult. Tears fell at a rapid pace and she began to sob, disregarding her purse and resting her elbows against the car. Arizona buried her face in her hands and let her mouth fall open, silent sobs escaping.
Her chest heaved and a small, helpless squeak left her lips. Her hands shook as she wiped her eyes and bit down on her bottom lip to stifle the cries that continued to creep up her throat. Taking another deep breath, she grabbed her purse again and dug through with one hand, the other still frantically wiping tears away from her face. The keys jingled softly and she dug her hand deeper, hooking one finger around the chain loop and pulling them out. Arizona's sobs had quieted to sniffles; she unlocked the door and roughly pushed it open, angrily situating herself in the car. She fumbled putting the key in the ignition, her hands shaking on their own accord. "Really?" she grunted, looking down and eyeing the metal before shoving the key in.
Arizona drove toward her apartment- their apartment again, she had to remind herself- on autopilot. The radio was on but she couldn't hear it- the buzzing in her ears still hadn't subsided. She could feel her cell phone vibrating frantically in her pocket- no doubt Callie, she assumed- but she ignored her, staring forward. She could feel the pads of her thumbs pulsing against the steering wheel, the pounding matching the frantic thumping of her heart in her chest.
Arizona's phone buzzed yet again, and she tilted her head down and shoved her hand in her pocket, the other still fixed on the steering wheel. She pulled it out and her jaw clenched when she read '5 missed calls: Calliope'. She stared down at the glimmering screen and tears assaulted her once again, sliding down her flushed cheeks. Her focus was quickly averted when she heard the sounds of tires screeching and she immediately looked forward, finding herself mere inches away from hitting the car in the intersection to her right. The driver looked angrily at her, shouting obscenities through a closed window as Arizona continued down the road. Her entire body was now shaking. "Fuck," she whispered again. She put her blinker on and pulled into a nearby gas station parking lot, attempting to regain a semblance of composure to enable her at least drive home without killing herself- or someone else; but instead of composure, Arizona Robbins rested her forehead on the steering wheel and sobbed, a deep heavy cry that caused her entire body to heave uncontrollably. She gasped for air as a series of salty tears ran down her cheeks and neck, splashing onto the plastic of the wheel.