Dr. Catherine Avery was not one to mince words, especially when it concerned her family. "I don't care what it takes, you will fly Dr. Hahn here if I have to drive that jet myself to pick her up. She has become the best heart surgeon in this country, so you call me when that plane has touched down in Seattle."

Hanging up her phone, the most powerful woman in the hospital tore through the hallway looking for one person; she would find Miranda Bailey, huddled with Maggie going over the test results with images of Richard's heart plastered all around them. "Okay, I want Richard monitored by Dr. Pierce personally until Dr. Hahn gets here. Is that clear? When I say monitored, I mean she does not leave his room, she does not leave his side, not for anything." Miranda's eyes grew wide as she looks toward Pierce who is not sure how to even respond to that request, but knows she should tread lightly with Catherine in this moment. "Dr. Avery did you just say that Erica Hahn is coming to treat Richard?"

"Yes. She should be here within the hour and I want Richard prepped and ready to go into surgery the moment she arrives. We will send her all the scans, and imaging to review on the plane. He is going to need revascularation but let's face it with his past history, my husband 's ventricular function has seen better days." And with that Catherine waltzes out of the room, leaving the stench of her fear behind.

Miranda Bailey, scurries to the desk gathering Richard's chart which they had indeed torn apart, "Well I don't know how to tell her this, but Richard's got bigger fish to fry than his ventricular function. When he fell from the roof, the major proximal tibia fracture along with presentation of deformity with crepitus is not going to make this easy. What in god's name was that man doing on cleaning out gutters at his age!"

Maggie does not even bother to look up from what she is reading, "Have you met his wife?"

Dr. Bailey cocks her head, "That woman could tell you to go play in traffic and you start looking for a busy intersection nearby. I will tell you this much, Dr. Erica Hahn, lord it's a good thing Callie took off half way across the country because she would have been thrown into a tailspin for sure."

Maggie looks perplex as she furrows her brow, "Why would Callie care?"

Putting on her wrinkled white coat, turning to leave she blurts out, "Because she was Callie's first dip into the lady pond if you know what I mean."

Maggie is left alone in the room as she mutters to herself, "Oh. It's never really boring around here on any level is it?"

Eliza drives in silence as the stillness wafts between them; Arizona is trying to gather herself before they arrive at the hospital. Slipping her hand inside to interlock with soft fingers of the woman next to her, still no words are said as the tears begin to fall yet again and Arizona Robbins is falling apart before they have even pulled into the parking lot of the hospital. The car comes to a slow stop, just a few blocks away from their destination. Eliza makes the decision that taking a few minutes to find some solid ground in the moment for Arizona is more important than continuing on. Not entirely sure what to do, Eliza decides to let Arizona guide her on what she needs to rebound and be ready to put on her game face for Richard.

"Why are you stopping?" the watery blue eyes look over her way, and break the brunette's heart.

Twisting herself around in the driver's seat so she can make eye contact, never letting go of the hand still holding hers. "Hey, let's just take a minuet to breathe and ground ourselves, okay. We are about to walk into a sheer shit show of chaos, involving someone you love dearly. I want you to know one thing, I am right here, and I can be and do whatever you need me too, okay Arizona?"

The blonde pulls herself toward Eliza's chest, head buried, letting her fear seep out and onto the woman who continues to amaze her the more time they spend together.

"It's just he.. Richard is the one who always has my back, he is like this giant pillar of support, and he is funny, oh Eliza if you only knew just how funny he can be and he never knows he is being funny, one time…" her words fall away as she realizes this woman is sitting quietly next to her, thumb making soft circles over Arizona's thumb, all her focus and attention is on her. She does not try to make it better or tell her how she should feel, she just lets it happen and it brings a sense of calm over Arizona as she tries to regulate her breath and just find the stillness.

Watching Arizona struggle with all of her emotion makes Eliza see a different side of the peds surgeon, and she finds the vulnerability stunningly beautiful. They sit quietly for just a few minutes more before they make their way down the last few blocks to their dreaded destination. Once Eliza pulls the car into a space, she kills the engine, and reaches over to Arizona, she lets her hand touch her cheek and as her hand falls open to cup the side of her face, she gently pulls her forward and kisses her softly. "You are not alone; I am here with you, even if I am not in the room. Whatever you need, I am right here. Let's go check on Richard,k?"

Arizona lifts the hand still entangled with her own, softly kissing the palm, "Thank you in advance for everything you about to do for me, Eliza. For the first time in a while I do not feel alone."

There are times that the smallest of details become foggy, that you know in the smoldering aftermath remembering the minutia of it all will be a blur. Eliza Minnick walks through the doors of the hospital following a woman she is clearly falling for, praying Arizona will forget just how awful this moment feels.

Arizona did not have to search very far to find out what was happening with Richard, she walked right into the eye of the hurricane. Mother and son raging in and all-out war in front of everyone, as lines were drawn and loyalties tested.

The vein on Jackson Avery's temple looked like had reached its boiling point with the rest of his body following suit, he raged like a river at his mother with little restraint for the arsenal of words flying from his mouth. "Do you want to know who is to blame for all of this? Look in the damn mirror, because the culprit is staring back at you mother. You pushed and pushed until Richard could not take this ridiculous circus you threw him into." Catching a glimpse the woman appearing in his view only enraged him further. "Just can't leave well enough alone, if something is going well, you have this passion, this all-consuming need to destroy it, to destroy people, and it is disgusting. If Richard dies, it's on your hands."

Catherine stands tall like a deep rooted tree, the words from her son lie at her feet like discarded dead leaves; she folds her arms, glancing toward Arizona who is rushing toward them with complete panic smeared all over her face and Eliza respectfully following behind at a distance. "Who taught you to be so dramatic, Jackson Avery? No one is dying, because Erica Hahn is fixing Richards]'s heart and Eliza Minnick will be putting his broken body back together, flawlessly."

They both turn toward the approaching women as Eliza walks into a scene she is completely unprepared for, "Over my dead body." Dr. Jackson Avery spews as he walks away.

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