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So we were at Joe's and Derek Shepherd just rushed into the bar… Enjoy!
ARIZONA
She couldn't get rid of Mark Sloan, but he was still buying her drinks and Arizona didn't complain as long as his gaze was focussed on her face and not on her cleavage. He was sort of funny.
Kinda cute he is doing so much efforts
"Mark…"
He stopped in the middle of his story: "Yes?"
"It is only honest to tell you this, but you're wasting your time here."
He let out a small laugh: "Why? I don't care if you have a boyfriend, unless he's a bodybuilder. But I thought you were single?"
Arizona took another sip of her red wine: "I am single."
"What's the problem then? You're a good looking woman, I'm a good looking guy."
Well, guess you figured out the problem yourself, my dear good looking guy…
Arizona burst out in a terrible laughter: "Listen Mark, I've been in your position an awful lot of times, so I suggest you try your luck with that blonde girl on your right, she has been staring at you the whole evening and stop investing so much of your time and money in me. Please do not understand me wrong, you're a nice guy and I like talking to you and I think we could be friends, but now, if you will excuse me, I have to get that brunette in my bed before the end of the evening. It was a pleasure meeting you."
He stared at her, throwing his head in his neck, laughing loudly: "The pleasure was completely mine. Enjoy your evening!"
She gave him a friendly smile and right at the moment she wanted to jump from her stool, Mark Sloan was hit by Derek Shepherd. Glasses fell off the bar, covering the floor with shards and liquids.
She froze, watching Derek Shepherd waving his hand, his expression twisted with pain and a confused Mark Sloan holding on to the bar in an attempt to stay on his feet.
He looked at Derek, his face a mixture between anger and confusion: "Why the hell did you do that?!"
His friend stared at him in surprise, his eyes quickly flickering to the other side of the room.
ADDISON
She saw his questioning gaze and knew what it meant: 'You haven't told him?!'
She felt like she would cry.
No fucking way, Addison Forbes Montgomery! You are not crying in public! Not again.
She felt a tear slowly running over her cheek.
Stupid pregnancy hormones!
She blinked and heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing through the bar. When she opened her eyes again, blood was coming out of Derek's nose. He was furious, she could see his eyes getting darker and jaw muscles flexing.
Yet she didn't move. She had, once again, no idea what to do. It was easier standing here, than walking towards them, having to face them both.
She saw Derek pushing Mark against the bar, walking towards him, his fist in the air. She closed her eyes, expecting to hear more glasses breaking down at the floor, shattering in pieces, disapproving murmur and flesh hitting flesh, but instead, she heard Callie gasping for breath and a pain cry from her husband.
She had to blink twice after opening her eyes.
Both men were lying on the floor, the only person standing was Arizona Robbins, who seemed very fragile and small compared to the others.
"Derek!"
Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse…
Hearing the worried voice of Meredith Grey, pronouncing her husband's name, gave her the feeling she would explode into thousand pieces.
CALLIOPE
She was staring intrigued at Arizona, when Meredith Grey rushed to Derek Shepherd. Callie turned around to see Addison's staring blood-thirsty in the direction of the resident. She quickly grabbed the wrist of her best friend.
"Don't…" she whispered, turning back to the event, staring at the beautiful blonde woman, feeling very…
Weird…
But in a good way…
"We're going home," she mumbled quickly, heading for the door, pushing the worried crowd aside.
ARIZONA
Her breathing was very unregularly and she was shaking.
But seeing both men lying down on the floor meant she had really hit Derek Shepherd. Not really knowing what to say she blurted: "Sorry!"
The black haired man looked at her with a mixture of surprise and anger. Just when she had no idea what to do, Meredith Grey rushed into the scene and came sitting next to Derek, asking if he was okay.
Arizona decided to copy her behaviour and she kneeled next to Mark Sloan. His facial expression was one of panic and pain. Realising she had placed her hand into something warm, she quickly withdrew it, to see the palm of her hand had completely turned red. She looked at Mark's wrist, seeing the blood pouring out of it. Arizona turned it around to see a sharp shard sticking out of it, leaving a huge cut which was filled with blood that quickly flowed out of it.
She turned to Joe: "Call 911!"
The bartender took a few steps closer when his face turned pale and he fell on the floor with a loud bang.
"Somebody call 911!" she yelled, as more and more people where staring at the ugly cut, but not really responding, "And check if Joe didn't hit his head!"
She finally saw some people grabbing their phones and leaned over the bar, trying to grab one of the towels Joe had left behind. The blonde woman pressed the fibres on the wound, turning back to Mark: "Press hard," she said in an attempt to removing his belt.
He gave her something that resembled a smile: "How long I've been waiting for you to do that," he laughed.
Arizona's right mouth corner slightly curled up. He was speaking, that was a good sign. "Guess the circumstances were a bit different?" she gritted through her teeth, trying to tighten the brown leather belt around his arm as hard as possible.
"Yeah," he said watching his arm, frowning his eyebrows.
Arizona was stunned by the speed the white towel had turned red.
Radial Artery hit
She swallowed at the thought, focussing back on the blood-soaked towel.
We are at three minutes walking from the hospital; how long does it take an ambulance to get here?!
"Can somebody please give me another towel!"
It wasn't a question, but an order. One of the nurses Arizona had seen on cardio, handed her two towels. She smiled at the small woman and made a mental note to herself she had to try to get this nurse transferred to PEDS.
She tried to get a better sight at the cut, trying to see which blood vessels were hit.
Lucky he still got his ulnar artery to provide his blood-supply.
Mark held his head a bit to the left when she switched towels: "That's a pretty nasty cut I've got there."
Arizona stared at his calm face. How the hell could he be this calm when the blood was pouring out his artery?!
Probably the adrenaline, she decided, realising her heart was pounding against her ribs.
"It'll be an ugly scar," he said.
She gave him a small nod: "Good we have such an excellent head of plastics."
He let out a small laugh: "Yeah, lucky me."
CALLIOPE
She closed the fridge and watched Addison sitting on a chair at their kitchen table. Callie poured the orange juice in the glass in front of Addison.
"You can stay here if you want to," she said.
The red head brought the glass to her lips. When she was finished drinking, she set the glass right in front of her, embracing it with both her hands.
Callie watched her friend with a worried look.
"What exactly happened?"
Callie noticed the fragile tone of her friends voice.
"They uhm… Well… Derek entered the bar and punched Mark, who hit Derek. Then Derek wanted to hit Mark again, but I guess… Arizona… uhm…"
She lost track of her story, when imagining the blonde woman.
"Uhm… she… pushed Mark aside and did some karate thing and the next minute Derek was lying on the floor."
The other women nodded and rubbed her temples.
"I have no idea what I'm doing, Callie."
She went sitting in front of her friend, grabbing her hand: "You're handling the situation better than I would or could do."
Addison let out a small smile: "I don't want to talk about it anymore."
Callie nodded. She perfectly understood that.
"So Mark was talking to Arizona Robbins?" Addison said in a totally different tone.
Callie poured some orange juice in her own glass, mumbling something that was supposed to be a 'yes'. She noticed she had been frowning and forced her face in a smile, realising she didn't like the thought of Mark talking to Arizona.
"Hmmmm," Addison said.
Callie raised her eyebrows and watched her friend: "Hmmmm? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. I just thought… Never mind."
"What?" she definitely wanted to know what her friend had to say about Arizona.
"In the two years she has been working in the hospital have you ever seen her flirting with a guy?"
Callie racked her memory, but couldn't find a moment she ever caught the pretty PEDS-surgeon flirting: "No."
The left mouth corner of the red head curled slightly up, letting out a small chuckle when she noticed her friend's puzzled face.
"So? Bailey doesn't flirt at work either. Maybe she's just being professional," Callie said, not really understanding what her friend was insinuating.
Addison let out a laugh: "Yes, but there's a slight difference between Arizona and Miranda. Does the woman look like the type that doesn't flirt?"
The Latina opened her mouth to protest, but couldn't really think of any argument to prove the opposite. "Addie, what are you trying to say; 'cause I really don't understand…"
"I just thought she was speaking the Vagina Monologues," she said observing the face of her friend.
Callie tried to keep her face plain, but wasn't able to keep her mouth corners down: "Seriously? You think she's…"
Addison shrugged her shoulders: "Mostly I'm right you know. I just notice such things. But I guess I was wrong about her. I mean, Mark Sloan was buying her drinks and we all know what inevitably follows after drinks…"
ARIZONA
"Mark?"
He turned his head slowly in her direction. She noticed his pale face: "Yeah?"
"They're taking you into surgery."
"Who's operating?"
"Dr. Bailey"
He seemed relieved: "And who's assisting?"
"Ehm, Kepner…" she said, knowing this would provoke loud protest.
He raised his voice: "No way! My grandmother with Parkinson makes better stitches than Kepner! I want Avery!"
She tried to calm him down: "Mark, hold still, please, you're still having a shard in your wrist. Besides, Kepner is an excellent surgeon."
He snorted: "She might be a good surgeon, but her stitches are untidy. Where's Avery?"
"He hasn't got service. I can get Yang for you," she said, throwing a quick glance at the surgical board.
"Yang hates me, I'll probably wake up, having YOU'RE AN ASS stitched in capitals on my arm. Get me Avery!"
She sighed, thinking Mark Sloan had a lot of resemblances with the toddlers she treated.
"Karev's on-call, I can page him," she said.
He gave her an apologetic smile: "I'm sorry blondie, but although I'm pretty sure you taught Karev well, I still want Avery."
Arizona rolled her eyes: "It'll take ages before he's here and you have a shard sticking into your radial artery. "
He watched his arm, sighing: "Guess you're right about that," and turning back at her, "I want you to do the stiches."
"What?"
"You heard me. I've seen your stitching. You do a pretty good job. If you weren't that good with kids, I'd say you would make a pretty damn good plastic-surgeon. So yeah, I want you to do the stitching."
Her mouth fell open: "Is the great Mark Sloan complementing me?"
He let out a small smile: "Yeah, I blame the morphine. But please, Arizona, will you do the stitching?"
She sighed: "Of course I will," thinking at the beautiful brunette at the bar, "But you owe me drinks."
CALLIOPE
She watched her husband standing in front of his best friend's bed. He stared at him with a mixture of concern and kindness, every now and then taking a deep breath as tough he was about to say something, but couldn't find the words. Callie stared at her husband, thinking she knew this face way too good.
Eventually he opened his mouth: "Take care."
Tim smiled at his friend: "I always do."
"You're ready for surgery?" Callie asked Tim, wondering where the perky PEDS-surgeon was.
"I…" he tried to look into the hallway, before turning to her, "Yes."
"Are you sure? We can wait another five minutes…"
"Yes."
Callie watched his face. This time it wasn't the usual friendly, happy, smiling face. Now it had something brave. She guessed he must have had that face in Afghanistan all the time.
Right at that moment the door swung open and Arizona rushed in, still wearing her scrub cap, her hands still wet from scrubbing: "I'm sorry! I got caught up in surgery!"
A smile spontaneously appeared on Callie's face, seeing Arizona rushing in.
"I was afraid you would never show up," Timothy said.
"I have to go," Owen mumbled, throwing a quick glance at his pager, "Good luck in surgery," he said, first looking to Tim and then to his wife.
She watched the paediatric surgeon walking towards her brother and giving him a tight hug, mumbling: "You have to promise me you don't do anything crazy on that OR table."
"I never do anything crazy, that's more your district, sis," he said, pulling her tighter with his good arm.
She smiled faintly: "Yet I'm not the one lying here with half of my bones broken."
Callie stared intrigued at the siblings, when they let each other go. She had never seen such a strong bond between brother and sister.
Tim turned back to her: "Okay, dr. Torres, now I'm ready for surgery."
She nodded and watched Arizona, wondering if she had any further questions. Seeing those blue eyes she blurted: "You can watch in the OR gallery, if you would like to."
The blue eyes lit up and Callie felt herself lighter.
"That would be great!" the blonde said in a perky voice.
"Okay then!" she said, surprised her voice sounded this happy. She gave a nod to the nurse, who had been waiting to bring Tim to the OR. When Timothy's bed had passed the door, Arizona yelled: "Wait!"
The bed came to a halt and Callie turned around to see what was happening. She saw the blonde paediatrician running towards Tim, gave him a last hug and said: "You have to promise it. You have to promise me you'll be alright, Tim."
"I promise, Arizona," he said, his voice sounding scared, yet brave.
Arizona slowly let him go, her face covered with tears.
She smiled at the OR gallery.
The blonde gave her a warm smile in return, her lips formed: 'Thank you.'
The Latina responded in the same way: 'You're welcome.'
ARIZONA
She saw the raven black hair at the nurses' station and wheeled towards her. She had no plan at all about this conversation, but her instinct told her there wasn't any need for a plan. She was this happy, every conversation would turn out well.
"Hi!"
The Latina was startled, gave a small jump and dropped her ballpoint.
"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to…" she grabbed the biro from the floor and gave it back to the Latina, "…scare you," she tried to make eye-contact.
Callie gave her a nervous smile, avoiding the clear blue eyes: "It's ok."
Arizona leaned next to her on the nurses' station. "Tim's surgery went smoothly."
Callie smiled at a chart.
"We should celebrate," the smallest woman said happily, "I would like to celebrate."
The Latina gave her a stunning smile: "Yeah, we should!"
"Yay! So tomorrow, I'll buy you drinks at Joe's, if that's okay with you?"
"Sounds good."
"Awesome, so I'll meet you there at 8p.m?"
"Ok," she said, smiling at the PEDS-surgeon.
"Great, I'll see you there. I'm already looking forward to it."
CALLIOPE
Callie watched the blonde walking to the elevator at the other side of the corridor. Something prevented her from looking away from Arizona's slightly swaying hips. That woman had one hell of an ass.
"Hello dr. Torres!" April Kepner landed on the nurses' station, carrying a dozen of charts. Callie gave a slight jump and dropped her ballpoint again.
"I'll grab that one for you, dr. Torres."
"Thank you, Kepner," Callie mumbled, still staring at Arizona's back.
Kepner gave her the biro, looking at Callie and turning her gaze to the direction the Latina was looking to, noticing nothing remarkable but the head of PEDS, she continued to stare between Callie and the corridor.
"Excuse me dr. Torres, but what exactly are you looking at?" she said, standing on the tips of her toes.
Callie shook her head in an attempt to get out of the trance: "I uhm… I was… have you ever looked at a woman, Kepner?"
The resident raised her eyebrows: "I'm staring at you, dr. Torres."
Callie watched the resident sheepishly: "I don't mean looking, Kepner, but looking…" she raised one eyebrow. Seeing the puzzled face of the resident, she said: "Thinking they're hot?"
Callie watched all the charts falling down on the floor when April heard her last sentence. The intern gave her a nervous smile. Callie rolled her eyes, mentally kicking herself: Of all the people in this hospital, you pick out the virgin to ask this question…
Thoughts?
Oh and: I have absolutely no medical knowledge. So if I have written something here that is medically wrong or inconsistent, I apologize. But one of my friends had pretty much the same injury like Mark's (He fell through a window, but don't worry, he's okay right now) and while I was pretty much freaking out, pressing a shirt against his wound, he stayed relatively calm xP
Anyway: thank you very much for reading :)