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Callie didn't move as the chaos whipped around her.
"Did you not hear me when I told you to stay away from her?!" Mark snapped, standing up while forcefully pushing his chair over. "Derek may have brought you back here, but it was not to wreak havoc in the lives of others!"
"Well, Sloan, I'm not the one causing the scene right now, am I?" Erica slyly answered. "And I didn't come here to find Dr. Torres. I came here to find Dr. Robbins. But I happened to hear my name and couldn't help but wonder about what gossip was already going around. So, if you could point me to Dr. Robbins, I have many cases to attend to, and I will be more than happy to stay out of your way."
"I'm Dr. Robbins," Arizona spoke up, a hesitant smile on her face and confusion in her eyes.
"Ah, we meet again," Erica said. "I hear you have a patient in need of a transplant. So if you have finished—"
"Not quite," Arizona interrupted. "What exactly is going on here?"
"Callie, why don't you explain," Mark retorted with a scowl. "Seeing as you should've told her in the beginnings of your relationship…"
"Relationship?" Erica cut in. "You're in a relationship with this woman? Wow, I thought you would have run right back to men as soon as I left."
"What are you talking about 'as soon as I left'?" Arizona fired, realization dawning on her. Turning to Callie she cried, "You dated her?!"
"Callie—"
"Dr. Torres—"
"Calliope—"
"STOP!" Callie screamed, clutching at her throat. "I can't breathe. I can't…I have to go."
With that, she tripped over her chair while rushing out of the cafeteria. "DON'T follow me!" She yelled behind her as she disappeared.
The three stared after her for a moment, stared at each other, and finally managed to gain control again.
"Well, Dr. Robbins," Erica icily said, "If you can manage to put all of this drama away, I believe you have a patient for me to save."
"I'm sorry, I really need to—"
"She said don't follow," Dr. Hahn interrupted. "So I suggest you give her space. If this patient doesn't need me as much as I have been told he does, then I have sixteen other cases who most certainly do."
"No, no, Ty needs a heart," Arizona replied dejectedly. She turned to Mark. "Make sure she is okay?"
"Of course," Mark replied, trying to gain his cool. With that, Arizona got up and lead Erica out of the cafeteria.
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"Out of my way, Yang," Mark growled, attempting to push the resident out of his way.
"It doesn't matter if I'm in your way or not. Callie is not going to talk to you. She isn't going to talk to anyone. Leave her alone."
"She needs me. I'm her best friend."
Christina snorted. "She needs you? Callie Torres needs another human being as a shoulder to cry on? Do you even know her? Just leave her alone, Sloan."
Sloan grunted in reply, pushing past Christina. "You know what? Fine. Just tell her I'm looking for her."
"Will do," Yang replied with an eye roll and a mock salute. "Yeah, right…"
Still scowling, Mark continued down the hall, utterly disgruntled and not looking where he was going. Just as he made it to the elevator, a petite body nearly knocked him over. Once he regained his balance, Sloan looked down to see a small brunette scattered on the floor.
"Jeez, Lexie, watch where you're going."
"Me?" Lexie Grey exclaimed. "I'm actually working. You are huffing and puffing around the hospital and causing drama. And you think I am in the way?"
Mark grunted. "Shut up, Little Grey. I have better things to do than argue with you."
Lexie looked down, masking the hurt look on her face. He had never said anything so harsh while they were together. "Whatever, Sloan. I heard about what happened in the cafeteria while I was watching a surgery in the gallery. I was going to ask if you wanted me to talk to Callie, but if you're gonna be an ass, forget it."
Mark's stance immediately changed from defensive to apologetic. "I'm sorry, Lex. Since Hahn has gotten here, I've completely turned into a monster. And it's only been one day! I would really appreciate it if you would talk to Callie. She isn't letting anyone in."
Lexie smiled warmly, accepting his apology perhaps a little too quickly. "I'll do my best. I don't know her very well, but maybe she needs someone who has no history with her right now."
Mark nodded in agreement. "That is probably just what she needs. And I have a face lift, a tummy tuck, and a boob job to keep me distracted. Thanks, Lexie."
"No problem, Mark," Lexie replied as he turned his back. As she made her way upstairs, she tried to push back the familiar butterflies bubbling up in her stomach that always came from in conversation with her ex-boyfriend.
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"Ty Mason. Seven years old, in need of a heart transplant." As Arizona read off the chart to the unfamiliar blonde, her mind was spinning with confusion. Calliope had mentioned dating a woman before, but never really wanted to elaborate. Arizona never pushed her for details, having had bad breakups that she didn't want to relive as well. But Arizona never would've guessed that the woman she had been thinking about all day, even discussing a threesome with Calliope, was the one woman who had apparently torn her girlfriend's entire life apart and left her to pick up the pieces.
"His heart rate is fairly strong and his blood pressure is stable. I think he will be fine as long as he is monitored until we can find him a heart," Erica told her patient's parents. The parents gave their thanks to Dr. Hahn, smiling warmly at Arizona. Once they checked over Ty one more time, both quietly left the patient's room.
The doctors headed toward the elevator to begin rounds. "Where are you headed?" Arizona asked with a tentative smile.
Erica looked her way skeptically. "I have seventeen cases that need my expertise, and plenty of surgeries that need to be done as soon as possible. I am headed to the cardiac wing to get started on a very long week with very little sleep."
Arizona nodded her head in vague interest. Finally getting up the courage to ask, she started, "Dr. Hahn—"
"If you're going to ask about Dr. Torres, don't. What happened with us is the past. I am a professional. I don't have a personal life, and I don't want one. I absolutely loathe the drama of this hospital, and don't plan to be dragged in by anyone. But if you really want my opinion, I am honestly surprised she didn't inform you already. The Torres I knew was an open book." The elevator finally hit the floor of the cardiac wing. "Now I am off to do my job, and I would suggest you do the same."
Arizona stood in the elevator as the doors closed around her, completely blown away. Surely that wasn't the same woman she had met this morning who was so sweet and apologetic. Not stopping to think on the complete personality switch, the blonde waited for the elevator to open and wheeled off in the direction of her next patient.
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