"Lexie? Are you awake?" asked Arizona, quietly entering Lexie's room.
"Yeah." She said. "But if you came here do apologize for Callie, I don't want to hear it."
"I- I didn't. I, um, I broke up with her. She had no right to push you. She was wrong, you were right. She killed your child and it wasn't an accident. She provoked you. I'm on your side here Lexie, and by the looks of this room," she said, gesturing the large hospital room, "So is at least half the hospital. Oh, and I brought you some stuff, but Alex is bringing it up."
"Oh, you really didn't have to do that."
"You're stuck in a hospital bed Lexie, I think I did. Okay, so, the kids up in peds get concussions all the time. And I know you're gonna think I'm crazy, but Disney Movies. They're great distractions, they don't require any concentration, and they're sweet. So, I have⦠Finding Nemo, Cinderella, the Little Mermaid and High School Musical. Oh, and I brought some surgical tapes, they'll be good if you won't be able to work for a while. So, I've got some neuro, some general and some cardio, and a lot of peds, which is a lot of everything. I went to the gift shop and bought you some pajamas. My kids made you this poster," she said, hanging up a large white poster with large rainbow colored letters that spelled out 'we hope you feel better doctor Grey'. It had lots of little drawings and notes in different color markers. "I also got you a new pillow, these things are crap." She grabbed the pillow from Lexie's back and replaced it with a nice fluffy one with a soft green pillow case. "Oh, and this blanket, it's made from alpaca fur, super cool. I swung by Meredith's and grabbed your blow dryer, your curling iron, and your flat iron. I bought you a little makeup kit, some eye shadow, some powder, some blush, some mascara and a couple of lip glosses. I went by your cubby and washed all of your scrubs, brought them in here, Alex has the rest of your stuff."
"Whoa, Arizona, do you think I'm moving into the hospital?" Lexie asked, with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah." Said Arizona shrugging.
"Um, no."
"Yeah, think about it Lexie. The chief is so worried you're gonna sue; he's paying your medical bills. You have a major concussion, so you won't be able to go to work full time for a month at least. If you stay in the hospital, you don't need Mark to drive you back in forth, you have free food, you don't have to clean, and you get on all the cool cases when you come back. You get paid, and you work as you please. It's a genius idea Lexie."
"Doctor Robbins, is she moving into the hospital?" Alex asked, hauling a cart full of bags into Lexie's room.
"Yep" answered both Lexie and Arizona at the same time.
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"Whoa!" said Meredith. "What the hell happened in here?" she turned around in a circle in the middle of Lexie's fully decorated hospital room.
"Arizona is a genius. That's what happened. I am moving into the hospital. I get to stay here, see you and Mark and everyone else all the time; I can move around, observe cool surgeries. Plus, everyone feels so bad for what happened, they all love me. I have everything at my fingertips Mer, everything."
"Okay, somebody is going a little stir crazy."
"You don't get it, Mer. It's perfect."
"And you aren't mad at all that you lost a baby?"
"Of course I'm mad! But it's in the past. Me and Mark will try again, have tons of kids, and I'll be a kick ass surgeon. Sure I'm always gonna wonder what my baby's life would turn out to be. If he would be six feet tall and a professional basketball player or if she'd be a blonde news anchor. This child was a part of me, and now that parts missing, and it won't ever be put back into place. But we can't dread the past Mer, we have to be reasonable and live for the future."
"Okay then."
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"Derek? Can I uh, can I talk to you, dude to doctor?" he asked uncomfortably.
"Okay, if you're penis is broken again, ask Hunt."
"No, it's not that, it's Lexie."
"Is she okay, are her symptoms worse?"
"No, but is it normal, if she, uh, is more, uh, hungry, than usual?"
"Hungry?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"No, she, uh, she can't um, she's, MY WIFE IS A LITTLE SEX CRAZED MONSTER!" he yelled.
"Ok" chuckled Derek. "Well, in some patients, orgasms are the only thing that takes the pain away."
"This isn't funny. I can barely walk! I've gone through a whole bottle of Aspirin and she thinks I'm in surgery. I lied to my wife because she can't take her hands off of me."
"Maybe you're just old."
"No, I went into the on-call room last night to sleep, and she found me, woke me up, and we were going at it like weasels for the past, uh," he looked at his watch, "six hours."
"I'm not seeing the problem here."
"There are multiple problems. Problem Number one: She's about fifteen years younger than me. Problem B: I'm a sex god and I'm hiding. Third Problem: Lexie is loud. She is so loud Derek. This is her workplace. She doesn't need all of her co-workers being in our, um, business."
"I wish there was a solution, but unless you want to sedate her, you'll have to wait till the pain dies down."
"Wait, we can actually do that?"
"No, Mark. We can't sedate your wife because she's on a sexcapade."
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