The golden string of days been following one another, beaming with the sun rays of memories. Memories. It's all we have sometimes. The wise ones don't say much but it's highly preferable to be at least one thing we can hold onto till the last breath. That quite melody of our past follows us in our darkest times helping to stand straight, facing our worst fears.

It is hard for some of us to cry but when we do the occasion has to be particularly appropriate. Like a funeral. This is when we cry most and spend money on flowers most. Because regret is always stronger than gratitude. Because the thought of losing someone forever hard to digest once you reach that point of no return. And then again, we are not crying for the person to leave this world God knows where, we are crying for ourselves since we are the ones to stay. And this, at that moment, seems like mission impossible.

The same goes for veterans who went through war. All those medals and honor – it is not always for what they've done in the combat. It's for the fact they have to live with it now. After all, they are the ones to survive. They are the ones to wake up from the nightmares of bombing and screaming. They are the heroes who will never forget no matter how well their lives turn out to be later. They are the injured souls too damaged to repair. They will never become ones of us. They are lost in the ocean of pain. Of Misery. Of Regret.

It is easier to see someone go when they don't go far. There's always a room for hope. For hope of them to return; for hope of them to realize something they didn't get before the initial departure. And if none of the case comes to life, there's always an option to hate.

Hatred is probably the strongest sister of all. Sometimes it defeats even death. Burns to the ground the child's innocence, sneaks up on you from the shadows of the past, poisoning your soul and character. It gives you the purpose to live. Even if for the wrongful reasons.

Everyone felt hatred once. So everyone knows the deepest one is always towards the people we love most. We wish the worst for them for our own weakness. For our own feelings we can not suppress. It's never us. It's always them.

But days will stay the same week after week, year after year. And if anything will ever change it would be just our age and bitterness. They say "You have to learn to love yourself" but what if we love ourselves way too much sometimes? What if we are blinded by our own pride so we miss to see the problem happens to be not in the exact place we are looking at?

There's a moment we need guidance. There's a time we feel lost. There are loners in this world and they suffer the most for not understanding human beings can not survive on their own. We need friends who can hold the hand and pour a glass of whiskey. The most horrifying sound of all is the tremor of your own cry echoing in empty walls because above all, it's not just your feelings you cry about, it's a sudden realization your ears hurt from the loneliness of those screams.

They say you have to learn how to let it go. But do they really know how much work it implies?

It is terrible to be a grown up standing in the circle of light seeing all these people around judging you. It's not like they want to. It's more like their job now and not the pretty one.

The surgeons' lab coats are typically white when the reality they hold not even close to that crystal snow undertone. It usually hides blood, sweat and unnecessary deaths due to the medical mistakes. There are involved tears, ugly truths, broken lives. The portrait of surgeons is not that angelic, after all. They cut us open, they train on us, they let us fall into coma so next patient will get slightly luckier. They do resurrect from the dead but more often they kill to make a living. Even the bests of the bests have their momentums. There's no way around it.

Arizona knew what she was getting herself into even before she applied to several medical schools. She was not afraid to fight like her father taught her since the day she started to walk on her own. She knew pediatrician branch is even tougher than working in radiology wing. She was always up for the task but now she reached the point her confidence became to melt as she was standing at the end of the corridor watching her life decisions passing by before her eyes.

The sun disk was about to roll behind the mountains, filling the halls with blood orange light. The glimpse of gold reflections played in the windows' glass casting them against the hospital walls. It is the early fall. Outside. Inside. Everywhere.

She's not a melancholic type, she hates whining. Her mother was always the one to cry over the spilled milk. Arizona was the one to pick up the pieces and glue them together. She still doesn't quite understand how she managed to fulfill her routine when her brother died. At the end of the day she learned to love her country and her country came before her very own skin and blood. She knew she wasn't quite the same after that, though. She felt it.

There were lovers, there were friends. They all seemed like a blurred picture of her yard in the rainy day. It felt like long ago when she faced the new reality - her patient is about to die because of her mistake – something she didn't have in years now.

That little girl was only 6 and reminded her of Sofia so much. The simple hernia repair turned out to be lethal and Robbins was perfectly aware of the reason that killed her patient.

At some point her focus started to shift, it went blunt. It all was like all over again with disgusting beige walls and leather sofa where she ended up sitting alone left behind. She knew it was a horrible excuse, that's why she was terrified for it to be the actual reason her attention had drifted away ending a tiny human's life.

The collecting tears somehow dried up unwilling to spill out and ease up her torture. She probably deserves it – she destroyed her family, her patient, her own trust. It's not the leg that is not attached to her body, it's more likely her brain that fell down from the sky, leaving her airheaded. No words or self punishment could make things better anymore – she was just a walking shell fresh out of right phrases and decisions.

A tiny shrill of nervous sigh escaped her chest as she saw a mother of the child which no longer existed in this world. She didn't know yet, walking down the corridor with a fluffy teddy bear holding horrendous red heart in it's paws. God, she wishes she was dead instead of this little girl. It would be so much better for everyone in the given circumstances.

"Is she awake yet? I'm sorry, I must be awfully early but I couldn't wait, just wanted to witness her not being in pain anymore." broke silence the cheerful tremble of her voice.

"Ms. Rose" Arizona started and her voice went almost mute "There is… There is… There were complications during the procedure."

The blonde felt she is about to faint, her healthy leg became unruly and weak but she did her best to remain still. Her blueberry eyes are glassy like a doll's, her lips are pale and dry just like her throat that slowly starts loosing the ability to produce any sounds.

Mother's arms dropped, still holding onto the toy, her eyes widened in disbelief and suspicion.

"What do you mean? Just tell me when I can see her, she's just six and it's hernia repair, for God's sakes!"

Arizona saw in her doe eyes she already knew what was about to follow next. Her mind most likely already processed the whole information and body language of her daughter's Doctor but denial is strong as it always is. Her conscious doesn't wanna hear it, it just wants to run wild gripping tight to the unlikely thought she misread all the signs somehow.

Arizona's fingers are crossed inside her lab coat's pocket so hard the pressure is almost breaking them; fingernails diving deep into the flesh of her palms. She wants it to be over, the sight of Ms. Rose's terrified ponds is too scary and unbearable. She has to remain calm and professional but her emotional breakdown is about to reveal itself when she takes slightly longer time to answer.

"I'm so sorry, Louis." she says quietly instead and sees her tiny body collapses to the floor, leaving out a growl of pain. "100 mg of chlordiazepoxide." she shouts out to some intern passing by and kneels next to the woman trying to help her to come back to her senses.

"Don't touch me! You are a murderer, a murderer!" cries out Louise, pushing Arizona away from her.

Well, you damn right. Arizona thinks having no hard feelings for her newly acquired status. Despite all the woman's rage, she manages somehow to grip her tight and hold her down still when the intern she recognizes Penny in shoots her with doze of medication.

"Don't touch me, you are a monster! My Bonny! My little Bonny, what have you done to her?!" her body shakes with shock and tears, her pulse is sky high as she tries her best to kick the Doctor off from her with no success. She knows it's all over for her – Bonny is her only child she lost as well as she lost the meaning of her life.

Arizona doesn't think. She just holds as tight as she can, extremely afraid to look into the eyes of her dead victim's parent. Her chin is resting on her shoulder, her arms are almost numb from the strength of her improvised hug, her heart is pounding almost ready to jump out of the chest.

Ms. Rose's muscles start to relax, drugged with the shot, the doctors are rolling out the berth, preparing to put her on.

"Doctor Robbins. Doctor Robbins." Arizona hears from somewhere far away.

She blinks, seeing Penny's worried face right in front of her.

"Please let go, we'll take it from here."

Arizona loosens her grip, absentmindedly crawling away from the childless mother watching how her unconscious body being picked up and lifted on the top of the rolling bed. She blindly searches with her left hand for an object to lean on to pull herself up but it finds nothing besides empty air. Penny is about to rush over to help her but Arizona's eyes are ice cold and voice is stern.

"Just make sure she is all right." these are the only words she can say out loud without breaking apart.

Penny studies her features for a moment thinking how far it is from that bubbly outgoing blonde she was introduced to at that awful dinner table. She was so sweet and free spirited out there. Now she acted like a serial killer charged with a death sentence. She reminded her of Meredith Grey and it was the least pleasant comparison Penny could give to one. Arizona seemed broken, her perfectly beautiful stamina got snapped in a whirlpool of grief, self-blaming and emptiness. She didn't look like the same person anymore and it was kind of scary. Is that what happened to Grey in that plain crush?

Penny nods in submission and rushes after the nurses taking Ms. Rose to one of the post OP's. The same moment Robbins' hand finally gets a grasp of some object and she pulls it close to her eyes but it's the last thing she wants to see now. It's that fluffy Teddy Bear with the stupid plush heart in his enormous brown paws.

Arizona's lips are twitching, she silently admits to herself she is an emotional wreck. Her whole body aches, she thinks she has to call someone to get her from the freaking floor but can't think of anyone she wants to see this moment. Maybe her brother. Too bad he is dead just like the kid she killed over her personal stuff which does not even slightly resonate with the weight of loss it caused.

"Arizona." somebody whispers and soft hand gently curls around her waist "We have to go if you don't want the whole hospital to come for your rescue."

She knows that. That makes all the sense. She has to storm out of this place as soon as possible. Except she can't even move any of her joints.

"This bear… It's wet. How crazy is that?" she ignores and hears how her own voice is shivering "I mean why would you wash a stuffed animal before giving it to a child? I know I said she needs an extra care after her surgery, but it's a little overboard, don't you think?" she rumbles, brushing his damp fur away from his button eyes.

"Arizona, stop it." Alex places his palms on her hands finally making her look at him "He is wet from your tears."

"My… what?" she smiled wide open "I don't understand what you are saying."

Alex sighs hating breaking down the news to his mentor. His thumbs tracing her cheek wiping away the tears, the face is full of pity he is only capable to give.

"You look like hell. We should go before Bailey assigns you to get cleared up through the psych for the next surgery."

"I… I can't move." she replies with a strange hint of irony awkward for this whole situation.

"Sure you can, take my hand and get back on your feet – it's kind of necessary for walking away".

"I really don't think I can." she whispers mockingly, actively showing the dimples on her cheeks.

"Great." he rolls his eyes "Please don't start laughing on me, it would be a hot line to the mental institution."

"I do tend to laugh when in shock." Arizona admits confusingly, a smile not leaving it's place.

"Fuck it." The man curses, stands up and lifts up Robbins in his arms with a single movement.

"Karev, you are loosing the boundaries."

Arizona tries to sound serious but her tone is too meek for that. Her eyes not that icy anymore and resemble more of a helpless child than cold blooded surgeon she possessed a moment ago. The sunset colors reached her leads, warming up the rose pastels of her eye shadows. These are the last seconds before the light dies down to see the new part of the day.

"Well, next time you decide to mop over the surgical floor don't do it in the peds corridor – I'm the Chief here and you clog my patients' ability to walk. Any further requests?"

"You know, for Prince Charming you sure talk a lot." Robbins remarked, casually grabbing his neck for support.

"You know, you have painfully heavy legs for a damsel in distress." Alex retorts.

Her spine tingles with a pinched nerve as she seats straight up in the darkness of her bedroom. Sweat streams down her neck as she instantly remembers the events of the past hours.

It feels her heart acquired a pinched nerve too, failing to produce healthy calm beats. Her mouth is thirsty for any sort of liquid; the lips are cracked with dehydration; her head is pounding.

Dark blue shadows of the rain drops are dancing on the wall paint, sending her in the free fall. The tight knot ties up harder somewhere down her stomach and she almost doesn't make it on time to the bathroom to throw up it's contains.

The acidic tears burn Arizona's face as she leans over the sink to splash some water on her skin. The nausea doesn't go away that easily so she does her best to assure the prosthetic holds well before exiting her room while her head is violently spinning like she took a wild ride on a carousel.

She reaches out for the support of her walls she once upon a time dyed with soft violets. Her hand is weakly tracing them helping the unstable leg not to lose it's footing in only hypothetical way. Maybe she should call her parents even though it's close to 3AM. Probably it's a bad idea, they will freak out for no reason and it's definitely not what their daughter wants.

The kitchen lights are up once she is there clumsily filling a glass with some water. Her gulps are desperate and greedy, the reflection of her hair in one of the cabinets seems like a mess and it's worse she could ever imagine.

Arizona caught one more glimpse in the cabinet noticing dark bruises under her iris red eyes and almost tripped holding onto the stove at the last moment. Her chest lets a tiny cry of pain out since her knee is blazed with a sudden sensation of cutting into her flesh but it goes away faster than it comes.

She hated seeing herself that way even more than she hated her dream upon waking up. It was light and full of laughter. Happy times she doubted she'd ever have again. Even her bubbly personality wasn't bubbly enough to pull that act out. The champagne of her positivity went flat leaving no room for bubbles or even spirits. Just plain nightmare hangover.

"Arizona" the sound of her name with sleepy intonations. "You awake?"

"It feels so. Even though I would highly prefer to be out till the light hits the ground." She mumbles seeing April getting up from the living room's couch. "I think there were some pills. And you didn't have to stay, I'm all right, really."

"I know." April shrugged "But it's better not to be alone in crisis like that. Why won't you sit down for a second, I'll make you some tea."

The redhead's hand gently touches Arizona's, her kind eyes are full of condolences. She's been there herself for more than couple of times. She's been fired for her mistakes and she knew the feeling a little bit too well.

But Arizona was different. She was a reputable pediatric and fetal surgeon one on the million. Her job is out of the risk. Her sanity is.

"You know my father is one of those people who says whatever happens happens for the reason." she starts, pulling her friend gently to the couch and Robbins finds herself too weak to fight "An idiotic thing to say to a surgeon, I find. Tell it to Dr. Shepherd for example and he would laugh to your face a few years back. Remember the whole running into the woods thing?"

Arizona's lips touched a microscopic smile "I sure do."

"Two great Doctors ended up drown in their memories, drinking their souls out." Kepner continued, filling up the electric kettle with tap water "It's just a matter of time to come back and start all over. I know it's a shameful thing to say but I think it made me a better surgeon. I came here a Resident with a notepad full of the inspirational quotes to cheer myself up on the rainy days like this one. I remember the shift when Lexie Grey discovered it in the one pre OP I forgot. I was so down for letting someone into my secret I almost cried myself to sleep every night. The point is… I don't need it anymore. Experience beats the quotes and it's not something you want to record. In fact, you want to forget except you know you won't. It stays somewhere deep down in your core, tearing the old skin apart. But in order to evolve you certainly should break down the cocoon walls you've let yourself being surrounded by for so long."

Arizona paused, accepting a cup of hot tea from Kepner's hands. Her sclera wasn't that inflamed anymore and the lips touched one genuine smile.

"Thank you for staying tonight."

The early morning breakfast became dinner for ones who stayed in the hospital overnight. Arizona wielded her silverware picking on her salad, lazily leaning on the back of the cafeteria chair and observing the picture perfect of smiley Torres and Blake actively flirting with one another. Her face remained straight and unattached like she was just watching a weather forecast to know to grub an umbrella ahead of time; not her ex feeding from her fork another woman with lovey-dovey eyes.

"I can't believe they ran out of milk! Is it the diner or shoe repair on the corner of Broadway and Lloyd?!" Maggie proclaimed angrily, smashing her tray on the same table across from Robbins.

Pierce took her time to get infuriated over the missing product long enough not to notice the other attending paying no mind to her speech whatsoever.

"Oh Ok, what's broadcasting?" Maggie turned her head around capturing the same image Robbins was staring at absentmindedly just on time to catch the sight of Penny giving a passionate tender kiss to the Head of Ortho. "Umm… If it makes you feel any better, I don't think they are even legit to do that."

Arizona tilted her head sideways like she was trying not to miss any detail of the couple's interaction and calmly stated "I miss Teddy."

"What?" The Head of Cardio looked confused actively chewing on her early breakfast sandwich.

"We were friends. She thought of me and Kelly as a perfect relationship model."

Maggie frowned not knowing exactly what to say. The sun was up high and she would really hate to start the day badly for either of them, so she chose to continue on chewing, giving another fast glance over the shoulder at Latina and her Ginger girlfriend.

"I would really love to bring her back here and show the real perfect thing – this lemon pound cake. THAT'S a real winner." Arizona explained peacefully smiling at her own thoughts as she pointed at the desert she just took a bite of.

"I can't believe they don't have cream for my coffee! This place is full of tired mad surgeons, running around like headless chickens! It's crucial for them to have their Americano the right way in order not to kill their patients in vein!" placed Meredith her tray next to Maggie's.

"I know, right?" happily jumped her half sister to the familiar topic. "I have no clue what organ they are thinking with!"

"Well, clearly not with their head." Meredith gazed at Arizona with suspicion noticing a loose dreamy smile on her face. "And what are you two up to?"

"Just having a debate over the perfection of the spongy yellow body of the pound cake Robbins barely touched." casually flicked her hand Maggie accidentally spilling some of the sauce her sandwich contained on the surface of the table.

Meredith's face got serious in instant the same as her voice got harsher with an edge of concern.

"How are you holding up?" she asked Arizona solely ignoring Maggie's comment. "We had a board meeting yesterday, I'm sorry that happened. It sucks."

"What? Something happened?" Maggie whipped her head in disbelief that there might be the news that passed her by.

"I'd rather not to talk about it. I'd rather watch happy people happily getting it on." chirped Arizona with her overly excited intonations and extra large smile.

Meredith raised her brows at Maggie so her sister meaningfully bobbed her head back in Torlake's direction and Grey followed her gesture.

"Sorry not to share the excitement. I think I'd stick with Sponge Bob Square Pants and Dora the Explorer." the mother of three replied dryly, sipping from her cup and cringing from the milk less drink.

"Awww, I'm so sorry you still dislike her. Because she's so bright and shiny and cheerful… Just like a newly issued penny!"

"Can we please stop mentioning her and her shiny brilliance under the roof of this hospital?" blurted out Meredith nervously, getting emotionally drained in a matter of seconds.

Arizona got taken aback feeling a little rejected. She pursed her lips looking down at her plate making a mental note never to talk about Penny in front of Meredith again. Honestly speaking, she had a hunch this obsession over her didn't happen on it's own. So whatever reason behind it, she's better get rid of it before it somehow revealed any of her dark secrets she wasn't sure she even had.

"Hey, for what it's worth I think they have 0 chemistry." rushed to Robbins' rescue Maggie. "Maybe you are right and should date her instead… Or not." confusingly added Pierce receiving a grim look from her sister.

"How about we all just go celibate and don't date anyone to keep primary focus on work?" suddenly offered Arizona "We would call ourselves Grey-Sloan Memorial sisterhood making it happen with the pure magic of abstinence. It would set a great example to all surgeons around the globe."

"The Power of Three, let's our sexsion to flee." Maggie mumbled not being super thrilled with the whole concept.

"Well, whether you decide it or not my shop is permanently closed for the maintenance, anyway. So I can actually be the Chief of not only the General Surgery but the Plan Maker for this… virgin community of yours." Meredith said with emotionless tone, fixing her eyes on the soup and bread she brought up to the table.

"Devirginize yourself! Sounds like an amazing slogan." Robbins nodded approvingly, returning her attention to the salad she almost forgot about.

"Or most likely like Kepner Camp." cleared her throat Meredith shoving the spoon in her mouth.

Arizona's schedule been pretty much cleared up for the whole day, so she had some time to catch up with paperwork. The attending's lounge provided the needed silence and concentration, so she rested her healthy limb on the extra chair rubbing it actively when felt it requires some stretching. It didn't do her any justice, though. She tried to dive in and dive hard but it seemed not to work well despite all the efforts.

She was somewhat happy she's finally got time for all those endless documents she had to sign and rerun and recheck for a while now; her happiness didn't pend in for the very reason she was aware she's trying to play an ostrich here. You know, the one with it's head buried in the sand. Nothing could seem to hold her constant attention. It eventually had slowly drifted away every time she thought she got it. She had a cup of earl grey next to her that tasted dark and spicy, her senses got sharper, yet her mind was like a wondering trump never finding a single place to stay.

The sun hid behind the clouds, a light drizzle started sprinkling against the windows; the hospital light flickered for a brief moment and got back on, making the fetal surgeon to shift uncomfortably on her seat. The previous time lights went off she made a huge mistake so she probably acquired some phobia and a bunch of new issues she craved to deal with last right now.

The rain got heavier, turning the outside trees into the endless green blubs. Seattle was wide spread known for the intensive sky water floods, so there's no big surprise there. Let's just say Addison got lucked up to move to LA.

Arizona picked one chart from the pile once she finished writing the comments on the previous patient and opened it right in the middle. Her face dropped when her eyes skimmed through the page. Bonny Rose's report.

The words were screaming at her penetrating her brain with a sharp edge of devastation "Perforated lower esophagus", "Nicked spleen", "Hemodynamic Instability", "Sepsis", "Coma", "Time of death 15:56."

Arizona's chest escaped a suppressed sob. The whole thing, despite the whole popular opinion, was not even a mistake. It was a hard case of negligence.

The gel ink went smeared affected by the tear drops running down her cheeks. She felt suffocated from her own presence. The worst part is she didn't even know if she was alone or had someone to be there for her without pressuring them too much. I mean, April was a great friend but she had her own issues going on, the last thing Arizona needed is to whine to someone who desperately needs to air herself.

A sudden shadow of strike flashed, lightning the sky as Bailey came in.

"Oh, Dr. Robbins, I thought I would find you here." she said carefully studying the above mentioned Doctor and her meticulous work from behind "There was an accident brought to my attention. Care to talk?"

"I killed a patient yesterday. A little tiny human who came in with a simple procedure of hernia repair and now she's been put in the teeny tiny coffin underground and her life is over because I am a crappy surgeon." Arizona replied without turning her head to the door where the Chief stood. Her tone was upset and tired, filled with guilt and resentment. Arizona never felt so small. She was always big and strong. She flew high. But higher you fly the harder you fall.

Bailey's face caught a glimpse or irritation. Anyone who knew Miranda would warn she is pissed and it's better not to get on her way when she is pissed. She wasn't a type of woman you want to mess with; her tantrums were long and shameful. There were also the people to witness her first interactions with Robbins and most of them would probably agree it didn't have much affection on the daughter of Colonel either.

Nevertheless, Bailey turned around and shut door closed before locking it which meant only one thing. She was about to grill blonde surgeon. And grill like there's no tomorrow.

"Doctor Robbins! I highly recommend you to shove your self pity down your throat if not for your own sake then for the sake of this hospital! You do not get to walk around here like you own this place even though, respectfully, you kind of do, and drown us all in the quicksand of bankruptcy! Not after all what we went through!"

"Whoa-whoa-whoa, Bailey, slow down there…"

"It is Chief Bailey!" angry beyond belief woman crossed the lounge to face her subordinate. Arizona's blood drained from her face revealing ghost pale skin. She wasn't feeling like fighting, she was trying to be alone and organize her thoughts. Instead she ended up causing more trouble than intended to. "And you do not get to open your mouth when I speak because when I'm outraged, which I really am right now, you better be quiet in order not to say something else unbelievably stupid to give me a reason to punch you in the face which you wholeheartedly deserve!"

"Um… Okay." Arizona squeezed out astonished.

"I gave my heart to this hospital, I stayed with it even when I thought there's no chance left for it's survival. I went through hell to earn every single position here with my own blood and sweat from the Chief Resident to the Chief of Surgery! It didn't fell to my lap for my looks or inappropriate relationships or by freaking accident! And then there is you who made a bad surgical decision and walking around the hospital saying you killed a patient! You are a smart woman, you are a Head of Fetal Surgery, the kind that does not even exist! So you are smart enough to figure out you can never admit publically that YOU are the only reason the patient is not alive! Especially if patient is a little kid who would be extremely lucky not to get under your knife on the first place!" Bailey's voice cracked at the last word and her angriness slowly got wiped up with sadness and even a hint of sympathy.

Arizona lowered her head with a constricted heart. The tears dried up on her face, leaving small mascara traces. She didn't want to cry in front of her boss but it was a necessary evil for her not to speak. At least this way Miranda knew the surgeon is full of regret and self destruction without producing any sound as requested.

"Listen, I know how it feels." turned down her tone Bailey, dragging a chair so she can sit next to her "I know there's no excuse for her not to be with her parents right now. You are beating yourself up for what happened and you should. I've read the file and the mistake like this is unacceptable, there's no doubt in that. This woman, she… She's gonna sue us and will try to bring the whole system down. Our goal is to pay her off for what we've done and try not to sink to the bottom. This hospital been sued more times you can imagine but as you can see we are still on board operating, because a) we have outstanding lawyers and b) our surgeons weren't blubbing to everyone willing to listen it's all on them! Yes, you did a tremendous mistake. Yes, it's horrible. Yes, Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital is gonna go to court now. But please do not make it easier for them to tear us all to pieces. That's all."

Bailey's eyes got darker from the time she entered the lounge. Arizona could see how she struggles to accept Robbins right now. Miranda always was extremely fond of sick children and now this happened, setting her natural affection towards the peds doctor she developed ablaze. Saying no more, she stood up, marching towards the exit looking somehow upset all over again.

"Bailey!" Robbins called last minute not giving her the chance to leave yet.

"Chief Bailey."

"What's gonna happen now? I mean I drugged us all into this."

"And now I, personally, will go on my surgery and you remain here deciding how to face living with yourself till the rest of the eternity."

Arizona averted her eyes on stern face of her boss, not quite understanding what she's saying.

"I mean what's my consequences? Um… legally speaking."

The Chief sighed, leaning against the wall. Only now Arizona noticed Bailey's rim of the eyes is red and she looks exhausted. Any other time Robbins would probably ask what's the matter and try to help but now she knew better to keep it shut. She didn't want to piss her even more when her life was at stake.

"You are a good doctor, Robbins. I can tell because you've been operating for a while and it's your first time being in position like this. But we DO have good lawyers." she underlined convincingly before saying "Just zip it and do not talk. However, I want you to get therapy with upstairs. It's mandatory."

Arizona's mouth fell agape "But… but…"

Bailey chose not to listen. Her last rough look of disapproval towards the Doctor blazed the bottom of her heart as Miranda walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Drizzle turned into the storm. Her watery eyes turned into the flooded ponds.