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Four Weeks

It had been a month since the crash and everything was all wrong. They were still in some hospital in Oregon because two of them were still unstable and the other three refused to leave the hospital until they could all go home together. Arizona had lost the use of her legs because of a botched surgery here in Oregon. Derek was starting physical therapy on a hand that had taken an eighteen hour surgery to fix and no one was sure yet if he would ever be able to return to surgery. Cristina had stayed in the psychiatric ward since the night they had arrived. She had shut down and she hadn't spoke a word to anyone in these past four weeks. And Mark, he had been in a medically induced coma for a month. Meredith was the least damaged out of everyone. A few head lacerations here and there that were all but healed.

When they had been found and SGMW notified, Callie had grabbed her baby and headed straight for the airport. No way was she going to allow Arizona to just sit in the strange hospital alone. And Mark, god Callie tried not to think about him. Tried not to think about the fact that he would not be getting his happily ever after with Lexie. She knew Mark was bad…really bad and she just hoped he could hold on until she got there. She really didn't think Arizona was that bad off. A leg fracture, okay they could deal with that. Callie remembered only bits and pieces of that plane ride. She remembered Sophia being so calm and babbling away even though it was way past her bedtime. It was as if she knew something was wrong.

On that day, Callie's word had changed. She remembered what she had told the residents and she realized that it was true. Life changes in an instant. Often without warning. Arizona had been in surgery when Callie and Sophia arrived in Oregon. She had handed the baby off to Meredith, giving Meredith something to do while Derek was in surgery. Mark was in surgery as well. Cristina…well Cristina was quiet. Too quiet and Callie insisted that she go get some rest. The next time she saw Cristina, she was in a room on the psychiatric floor.

Being the emergency contact for two people had its disadvantages as well as its advantages. Tonight in Oregon, Callie saw the disadvantage. Two surgeons came out to talk to her. One an Orthopedic surgeon and one a cardiothoracic surgeon. One for Arizona and one for Mark. Callie wasn't sure what she should do. Meredith stood next to her, knowing that Derek would want an update on Mark when he got out of surgery. Without a word, Meredith took on the Cardiothoraic surgeon so that Callie could hear how her wife was.

Now it was four weeks later and Arizona was still healing. Mark was still in a coma and Cristina was still in the psychiatric ward. Callie was exhausted. She had been going and going for weeks without much rest. Thankfully Mark, Arizona and Derek were sharing a room together. So Callie didn't have to go back and forth between Arizona's room and Mark's room. She was unspeakably greatful that God had spared her wife and spared the father of her daughter.

"I guess this means that we'll have to move huh?" Arizona murmured as she eyed the wheelchair that was next to her bed.

"The apartment complex does have an elevator." Callie pointed out.

"Yeah but the apartment itself isn't wheelchair accessible." Arizona murmured. She knew she should be greatful. After all her life was spared. That was more than could be said for Lexie.

"We'll make adjustments. We won't move unless we absolutely have to." Callie promised. It was convenient to have their apartment across the hall from Mark's apartment. It made for easier baby switching.

"How's Mark?" Arizona whispered. In the past she had completely detested the man. Hated him for the close friendship he shared with Callie. After that night, holding his head in her lap, Arizona found that she couldn't hate him anymore.

"He's…holding on." Callie told her. No one could know for sure how Mark would be when he was brought out of the coma. After flatlining twice on the OR table, no one could be sure how okay he would be until he woke up.

"Where's Sophia?" Arizona asked next. When she had awoken from surgery Callie and Sophia were right by her side. Callie didn't tell her about the botched surgery right away. She let a still drugged Arizona connect with Sophia for a few minutes before she dropped the bomb on her.

"Meredith took her to play with Zola. April and Jackson are here visiting .Everyone is in the courtyard…thing." Callie told Arizona quietly. April and Jackson had faithfully brought Zola up every weekend so that Meredith and Derek could see her and spend time with her.

"Derek?" Arizona asked. She knew he was in physical therapy already, something she couldn't wait to start. Just because she could no longer walk didn't mean that she didn't want to exercise.

"He's with Meredith, Zola, Sophia, Jackson and April." Callie told Arizona. Arizona was desperate to get out of this hospital bed. Desperate to get back home where everything was familiar. She was so sick of lying in bed, being told to rest and recover. She had been out at least once a day in her wheelchair but she craved the feel of the sun.

"Take me out." Arizona whispered. She needed to get out of this bed. There were only so many word searches and crossword puzzles she could do before she started to go stir crazy.

"I…I would have to get a nurse." Callie told her, stammering slightly. She knew that she could do it on her own but she didn't want to rush Arizona's recovery.

"Dammit Calliope, lift me out of this damn bed and put me into that chair." Arizona demanded as hot tears pooled in her blue eyes. She hated snapping at Callie and she hated that Callie had to do all this work. She hadn't signed up for taking care of her wife like this. Arizona wouldn't be surprised if she bolted after a few months.

"Okay." Callie whispered soothingly. She unhooked Arizona from her IV pole, leaving only the IV still stuck in her hand. Then she lifted the blond out of bed and placed her into the wheelchair. This was going to be her life from now on. So Callie figured that she ought to get used to it. Callie's hands grasped the push handles of the wheelchair and she guided it out of the room. She was stopped by a nurse who was coming in to check on Arizona.

"She can't go anywhere now. It's time for her medication." The snippy nurse told Callie.

"If my wife wants to go out and feel the sun on her face, then that's where we are going. She'll take the medication when we get back." Callie told the nurse firmly. The nurse seemed startled at Callie's firm tone, but instead of stopping Callie again, she moved aside and let Callie take Arizona outside.

When they went out into the courtyard, Arizona closed her eyes and soaked in the warm sun. She was thankful for so much. Thankful that she was alive and thankful that she was only in a wheelchair. Really the wheelchair wasn't that bad. It would just be an adjustment for everyone. Meredith, Derek, Sophia, Zola, Jackson and April converged on her and instead of being irritated about how smothering they were being, Arizona just soaked in the love that was surrounding her. These people were her family and she was greatful for them. Greatful for all they were doing and had done for her and Callie.