The halls of the Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital were quiet as Arizona was heading to the ER. It was an early morning and she had rounded on her patients, so now she was heading down to see if there were any emergencies. Owen was sitting behind a desk surrounded by papers with worried eyes.

"Good morning, Dr. Hunt," said Arizona in her usual perky voice. "How are you?"

"I am a bit worried," he said, finally looking up from his paperwork. "ER is quiet. Never a good sign."

Arizona looked around, behind her. It was truly quiet, besides a couple of patients getting stitched up by interns. "Indeed," she said. "So how's being newlywed?" she asked, changing the subject.

"It's good… challenging," he answered. Arizona gave him a puzzled look. "I mean Amelia is great, no doubt there. It's different, you know? Dating or marriage. Marriage is commitment."

"Yes, I know," Arizona replied, as her mind briefly flew back to when she used to be married. Her train of thoughts was interrupted by the sound of a phone call.

"Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital," Hunt answered. His eyes became vigilant. Arizona already knew what this meant. "Alright, thank you." He put the phone down and turned to Arizona. "Trauma coming in. Car accident, 3 wounded. They said there was also a kid. So you go out and wait for them, I'll page the rest."

"Alright," Arizona answered as she was already running to the entrance. "Silence is never a good sign around here," she told herself.

As she was waiting outside, the door opened and Amelia stood next to her, putting her gloves on. "What happened?"

"Car accident, 3 casualties," Arizona said.

"Quiet ER, huh?" Amelia asked as they heard the ambulances approaching.

"Quiet ER."

They both ran towards the first ambulance, opening its doors.

"Tim Johnson, 11, massive head injury," started the paramedic. "Pulse stable."

"Alright, let's take him to Trauma 1," said Amelia and they took him in, as the other doctors were running out and the ambulances arriving in.

Once they were inside the trauma room, they hooked him up to machines and started working. Arizona checked his vitals while Amelia was working on his head wound.

"Vitals are stable, nothing serious," announced Arizona turning to Amelia. "His injury?"

"This one's quite something, but I can handle it. We need to take him up to CT to get a clear image."

"Good."

Right as they started moving, the patient woke up. Confused and disoriented, he asked, "Where am I? What happened?"

"You were in a car accident, but you'll be fine. We'll fix you up just right," Arizona said with her soft and kind voice. It made the kid calm down considerably. Smiling to herself, Amelia said, "Okay, let's move."

As they entered the elevator and waiting to move up, Tim asked once again, with the same disoriented look, "Where-where am I?"

Amelia shot a serious worried look at Arizona. "You're in a hospital, you suffered a car accident. But don't worry, it's all good, we'll make sure you'll be okay," said Amelia, trying to calm him down. It worked, but now she was even more worried than at the beginning. After they exited the elevator, Arizona asked Amelia almost to a whisper, "What could that be? Loss of memory from such a wound?" Truthfully, the wound wasn't so bad that it could cause memory loss, but who knew?

"I don't know, it could also be shock. Or just short term memory loss. We have to analyze his chart, maybe he suffers from short term memory loss. If it's not, it's defiantly surgical. Let's see the scans."

They placed Tim on the CT bed and left the room to go see the images. After they sat down and actually had a chance to breathe, Amelia noticed Arizona had a lost look. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing just… my brother's name was Tim. He died on the battle field. It's… it's nothing but sometimes these little things just come back and I have to shake them away, you know?"

Amelia knew exactly what she was talking about. With the number of men she'd lost in her life, she had become almost used to those feelings. "I know how you feel. I use to just try to forget by burring myself in work or such," she said. "But they do pass after time; you have to let them go. Otherwise, we can't move on." Arizona nodded wiping away a few tears that rolled down her cheek. "Hey, it's okay," Amelia said, putting her hand on Arizona's. "I'm here if you want to talk, alright?" Arizona looked up to her and smiled. A sad smile, but she was grateful.

"Thank you, Amelia. I know you have your own trouble, you don't need to hear mine too," she said, keeping her hand under Amelia's soft touch. She didn't want her to take it away; it was comforting and it made her feel better somehow. But Amelia did take it away eventually, a moment Arizona actually dreaded.

"Oh, don't say that. It's good to take my mind off my stuff."

"If you don't mind me asking, how's marriage?"

"It's new and certainly interesting. First fights appear and dealing with them is… it's something."

"Yes, I know. It is. Are you… not sure about it?"

Amelia's eyes were troubled. "No, I mean, it's great and Owen's an incredible guy. I'm just not sure if… if we're made for marriage."

"Amelia, you proposed to him."

"I know and I do love him, but I don't think I make a good wife. I don't think I know how to handle marriage."

"I know these doubts, but Amelia, if you love him you have to make this sacrifice, to learn how to be a wife and share your life with someone. Marriage isn't something only one of you builds and the other one just watches. You both have to work your way through arguments and decisions. It's a challenge, but if you love him, it's a challenge you will figure out in the end." All along her speech Arizona didn't take her eyes off Amelia, and neither did she. Even after she stopped talking, they still looked at each other for a couple of seconds before the scans finally appeared on the screen. They both turned to the screen and studied the problem they were facing.

"He's bleeding. If we're not going in now, he'll bleed to death," said Amelia.

"I'll book an OR and page you in it. Get him ready," said Arizona, as they both stood up.

"Alright and page Edwards for me. Oh, Arizona?" She stopped and looked at her again.

"Yes?"

"Thank you," she said, smiling shortly.

"Anytime, Amelia," she replied, also giving her the super magic smile.

The surgery was intense, but they managed to save the boy and now he was in the ICU. Before going home, Arizona went to check on him. Since everything was alright and Edwards was on-call, she could go home. She went in the attending's lounge and she found April. Just the one she wanted to talk to.

"Hey, April," she said sitting down beside her. Her voice was low, not happy, as it usually was.

"Hi, what's going on?" April smiled to her, but she dropped her smile as soon as she saw the uneasy look on Arizona's face.

"I have to tell you something." Arizona's eyes were staring at the floor. Finally, she looked up at her friend and said, "I think I'm in love with Amelia Shepherd."