The time is finally upon us, I for one am worried about the episode tonight. I just hope Calzona is end-game regardless (even if it takes a while to get there).
"Who's Lauren Boswell?"
Arizona pursed her lips, a flabbergasted look crossing her features. Was Callie seriously screwing with her right now? She'd just told her she'd cheated on her with a doctor who Callie herself deemed amazing – had she forgotten who that was already? Was she that naive?
Callie kept glaring at Arizona, fists clenched as if ready to pounce. Her teeth were sinking so hard into her bottom lip that Arizona though it would pop at any second. Slowly, she gulped and rubbed the back of her neck – dreading the thought of refreshing her wife's memory of the doctor who she'd just screwed.
"T-the cranial-facial specialist...y-you know? You met her in the X-Ray room with me...you said she was a-a-amazing..."
Callie's features remained the same, "What the Hell are you talking about? When I went to the X-Ray room it was just you there Arizona – there was no other doctor! Who is this Lauren?!"
"No...Don't you remember? We were t-talking about Baby Tyler's procedure – she offered to fix the cleft palate herself and leave me with the good parts...you were right there Calliope when she said it..."
Callie stood up, unable to remain in the same spot as her deceitful – and crazy – wife. What was she talking about? When Callie went into the room that day, Arizona was the only one present. She'd talked Callie through her procedure and method – Callie had praised her and said she loved her. Who was this "Lauren Boswell" her wife was mentioning?
"Arizona...you're not listening to me. You were the only one there in the fucking room! Now do you want to explain to me what you're talking about? You cheated on me?!"
"I...I swear, i-i-it meant nothing..."
"Who is this woman? Where is she?!"
Arizona's frustration boiled over – was her wife taking the piss out of her? She knew damn well who Lauren was and her playing dumb just served to annoy the older surgeon even more. With a grunt she lifted herself up – rubbing her aching leg in the process – and stood face-to-face with her wife.
"I cheated, I get that – I fucked up big time. But don't you stand there and play dumb with me Calliope! You know damn well who I'm talking about! I picked up her cup, remember? The coffee mug with her name on it – you saw it! You asked me about it!"
The anger dissipated from Callie – instead replaced by utter confusion, "Arizona...the name on that cup of coffee was your name. All I did was point out how cute it was."
"No, no, no...s-stop lying. You know it! You know who she is Callie – stop making me say it over-and-over!"
Arizona's yelling caught Callie off-guard and for a moment...she genuinely felt for her wife. She was so lost and truly believed into her story – still, the question bugged Callie. Who in the Hell was Lauren Boswell?
"Answer my damn question Arizona!" If it wasn't for the raging storm outside, she was sure people outside of the stairwell would hear their showdown, "Who the Hell is Lauren Boswell? Are you fucking with me – d-d-do you think this is funny? Is this your idea of a joke?!" Callie's lip was trembling, tensions boiling over – she was so close to losing it, the tears were practically lining up & ready to create a waterfall.
"You know who she is! Stop making me out to be crazy!" Arizona's tears had already fallen and, unable to cope with the stress of her deception & her wife's clear obnoxiousness, Arizona stormed off down the stairs whilst yelling, "I'm going to personally find her and point her out to you!"
Callie's mouth fell open, watching her departing lover. A moment of trepidation passed her and – after considering it – decided to follow Arizona. She hoped she would point out this stranger so she could personally kick her ass.
"Wait right there Robbins – don't think I'm letting you near some homewrecker all by yourself!
Arizona Robbins stormed through the corridor like a woman on fire – Callie right on her trail. After several unsuccessful attempts to find Lauren and yet again – more people denying her mere existence – Arizona decided to go straight to the source to the man who brought her here in the first place. Pushing open the door to the main lobby, there stood Jackson Avery by the nurses' station – filling out a chart.
"Dr Robbins, nice job on the surgery today. We make a pretty kick-ass team don't we?"
"Yes, infact I was just about to tell Dr Boswell the same thing – have you seen her around?" Callie had caught up to Arizona and frowned at the mention of this mystery woman's name, awaiting Jackson's imminent reply to find out just who this whore was.
"I beg your pardon? Who's Dr Boswell?"
Arizona wanted to rip her hair out – was everyone just having a forgetful day or were they screwing with her?
"The specialist you called in on Baby Tyler's case – don't you remember? Silly."
Jackson laughed awkwardly and passed the chart he'd finished completing to a nurse, muttering his thanks before turning his attention to Arizona and a very distressed looking Dr Torres.
"I didn't call in a specialist for that case Dr Robbins...you were the one who came up with Baby Tyler's treatment plan and everyone was so impressed and on-board with it – you laid out a prognosis of the surgery with the recovery plan included, you had experience with it so we went ahead. I could obviously do the cleft palate repair in my sleep so I assisted whilst you did the main reconstruction. We didn't need a specialist – we had you."
Callie folded over her arms, mimicking Jackson's pose and Arizona felt both sets of eyes on her. She looked utterly hopeless in this moment in time – but the stress that was about to unleash itself also mirrored in her appearance.
"Are you all trying to screw with me?!" Her yelling caught the duo off-guard & startled some near-by doctors and nurses, even the odd patient walking through the main lobby were shocked by her outburst – some choosing to linger for just a moment longer to see what this crazed blonde doctor was shouting over.
"You know damn well who she is! She's the woman who you called in to assist on a very complex surgery, she's the woman whose coffee I accidentally took, she's the woman who was so bright and perky and fun and she's the woman who not two hours ago I took to an on-call room and fucked!"
That stunned everyone in the entire lobby. All that was heard was the storm brewing outside as Arizona's revelation was unraveled. But she didn't care – everyone was being so patronizing and oblivious. How did they not know who Lauren was? Why were they lying to her?
Callie looked ready to cry and Jackson – for once – was utterly lost for words. Did Arizona just admit to cheating on her wife...with someone she made up? It was all so surreal to him.
Owen, who had heard the entire thing from the other side of the lobby – sat his patient down and made his way over to the frazzled trio, "This is not the appropriate placed for that conversation...take a look around you people. There are patients everywhere – our priority is to help them right now!" His tone was low but firm – normally someone questioning three board members like that wouldn't last long but it was different with Owen, he just had that...effect that stunned them all. Alas, he was right.
Jackson, seeing how distraught the pair were decided to make the first to make the move, "Why'd don't we...take this to my office? You're clearly in no fit state to go back to your patients right now," the latter was aimed more at Arizona than Callie.
The Latina nodded without a word and went to follow Jackson but stopped, noticing Arizona wasn't on their trail, "Well? Are you coming or what?"
"Do I look like I'm coming Callie? Do I?! I'm going to find Lauren and g-get this all explained. You're both being so...so...stupid!"
Arizona stormed off in search for the "missing" doctor, Callie was just about to follow suit when she felt a hold on her arm. She turned to find Jackson clinging onto her, preventing her movement, "What's going on here Dr Torres? What was all that about?"
Unable to hold it in any longer, a single tear slipped out of Callie's eye as she quickly moved to rub it away, "S-she slept with s-someone else Dr Av—Jackson...that Dr Boswell you supposedly hired."
Jackson sighed, "Callie, I swear to you I've not hired a doctor on this case. It was only me and Dr Robbins. I'm not even sure who Dr Boswell is – I've never heard of her."
Owen chimed in, "I've not approved any transfers either – there's no Dr Boswell."
"So what the fuck is she talking about?"
Arizona returned to the on-call room used for her infidelity, desperate for clues leading to Lauren's whereabouts. Everyone was being crazy, she knew Lauren was here – they were acting like she wasn't real.
They weren't being rational, everyone was being stupid. Why were they teasing her? She'd just confessed to her wife of her adultery with a fellow doctor and the only thing she could reply back with was who? She knew damn well who Lauren was! Lauren was gorgeous, perky, optimistic, a joy to be around and a kick-ass surgeon, she was...she was Arizona.
Arizona began sliding down the wall her back was leaned against, eyes widened & bloodshot, and the lack of sleep taking its toll on her. Realization dawned upon her, reflecting back to conversations with her peers about the ever mysterious Lauren Boswell.
"Arizona...the name on that cup of coffee was your name. All I did was point out how cute it was."
"I beg your pardon? Who's Dr Boswell?"
"We didn't need a specialist – we had you."
The questions all added up and pointed in one direction – Arizona. Had she made everything up? Had it all been a fabrication? Did she not sleep with this woman – but merely imagined it? It seemed so real...and she seemed so happy...did she coax this whole thing up as a coping mechanism? A way of dealing with how shit she was feeling? These past few months were Hell for her and when this woman showed up a few days ago, everything changed – everything was fun and colorful again.
Had it all been a dream?
"Have I gone crazy?" Arizona mumbled to herself, bringing her knees up to her chest and holding on for dear life.