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"Okay, we've got coffees, bagels, and some apple juice for Fai –"

As usual, everyone at Seattle Grace-Mercy West had rallied around them and made sure they were taken care of. Today, Mark had gone down to the cafeteria to get them breakfast. He figured they were probably getting sick of eating in there and it might be nice to stay with Faith this morning.

However, as he came to make the delivery, he was caught off guard. It had been sixteen days since the last surgery and Faith had been doing great. In fact, they suspected that she would be discharged in the next week or so. Clearly that wasn't going to happen now, though. No, today, Faith was re-intubated.

"What happened?" he asked. "Last night she was fine. She even had some energy. She wanted to go run around with Sofia, Max, and Hershey and you had to stop her. Twelve hours later she's intubated again?"

"Alex did an echo and found three clots. Pretty big ones, too," Callie replied. "So they had to go in and remove those."

"Still doesn't explain the intubation."

"They tried to extabate her in the O.R.," Arizona said. "Teddy figured that she had been doing well enough that it might actually work. Studies show better outcomes with shorter intubation periods. Needless to say, it didn't go well. She was breathing, but it was very, very shallow and her oxygen saturation..."

"Oh."

"They tried again at...what time?" Callie asked.

Understandably, it had been a long, difficult night. They were so exhausted, both physically and emotionally, that she had lost track of some of the details.

"Four," Arizona said. "But by that time, she was tired. Not only had she just had surgery, but it was the middle of the night. She wasn't alert enough and she'd forget to breathe."

"Yeah," he nodded. "Makes sense. They're just going to keep trying today?"

"That's the plan," Arizona replied. "My parents are flying in at six tonight, so that would be a good time to bring Sofia if she wants to come tonight."

"I work until six, but after that, I will. Wait. Your parents are coming?" Mark wondered.

Then he realized why he hadn't heard any of this before. She must have made these arrangements with them in the middle of the night, out of fear that Faith had taken a permanent turn for the worst.

"My dad is, too," Callie nodded.

"She's just not strong enough yet," Alex said, walking into the room. "It doesn't mean..."

"She's had three procedures in the last sixteen days," Arizona replied. "One was just seven hours ago."

"Exactly. Give it time."

"What if her little body just can't take it?" Callie asked.

Of course, they didn't want to give up. Quitting wasn't an option when it came to either of their children. They still wanted to believe that Faith would live to be an old woman with a great life. They didn't want to even give any other outcome the time of day. Yet, at the same time, they didn't want to put their child through procedure after procedure, test after test, if it wasn't going to help. They wanted to be told when enough was enough.

"We're not there yet," Alex said. "It's a good thing that your parents are coming because you could use the support, but they don't need to come. Faith's not going anywhere."

"You can't promise that kind of thing," Arizona told him.

"Robbins, it's been seven hours," he said. "You're a mom. The medicine wasn't what you thought of first. You weren't expecting this. I get that. I'm telling you that it's much too soon to start panicking."

"She's going to be fine," Mark told his best friends as he handed over their breakfast. "She's had setbacks before. This one's scary, but she's fighting. I have a consult to go do in a minute, but page me if you need anything. Anything at all."

"Thanks, Mark."

"I'm going to lower her sedation," Alex said as Mark left the room. "She won't be as comfortable, but it should help. She just might be too out of it to breathe on her own."

"Yeah."

"Brady's coming this morning, right?" Callie asked.

They had let him know what was happening last night, but he been about two hours away visiting family. By the time he got back to Seattle, there was nothing much else he could do that the rest of Faith's team hadn't done already.

"Yes," Dr. Brady nodded, walking into the room right on time. "I've already been in contact with UNOS, too. All I have to do is send her latest test results to them and it should get her bumped up a few spots."

"So you don't think she'll recover until she gets a new heart?"

"No, I think she will," he corrected her. "But still. This complication makes a difference. If we can get her the heart sooner rather than later, we need to. If she had it already, there would have been no Fontan or mechanical valve, meaning there would have been no clots. We knew the Fontan wasn't going to go perfectly, but it's just proof that she needs a transplant as soon as possible."

"Yeah," Arizona agreed. "Hear that, Faith? Dr. Brady's gonna try to make those people find you a new super special heart soon. That'll be good. We need to get rid of this broken heart, huh?"

"Are you actually going to eat any of this?" Callie asked, knowing that she didn't have the appetite right now.

"I'll take the juice," Arizona said. "But no."

"I know you don't want to hear this, but –" Dr. Brady started to say.

"We have to take care of ourselves so that we can take care of her," Mommy finished. "I give that speech at least ten times a day. I know. Only, right now, we can't do anything for her. I can't fix her. Trust me, if I could give her my heart, I would. Even if it meant I'd die so she could live. I'd trade places with her in a second. I can't, though. We can do nothing but sit here and hope she starts to breathe on her own. Hope for a heart, too."

"And pray," Callie added.

"That too."

"You're doing just what Faith needs you to," Alex said. "She has a bunch of doctors handling the medicine. She needs her moms to hold her hand and tell her it's going to be okay. You've been doing that. Stop beating yourselves up."

Both moms started crying.

"It's easier said than done," Callie told him.

"I'm sure it is," he nodded. "But you've never let her down before."

"Are you lookin' around?" Grandma asked Faith shortly after they arrived that evening.

They had made it clear to their daughter and daughter-in-law that they hadn't rushed to Seattle to say their goodbyes. They fully believed that Faith would be just fine. However, they heard a desperation in their daughter's voice late last night that told them that they were needed. Their little girl was taking care of her own child now, but she still needed her parents at a time like this.

"Grandma, Grandpa and Abuelo came to visit, Faith," Callie smiled. "They heard you feel bad and they want to help make you happy again."

Faith started making a noise that sounded like she was coughing or choking. All three of the grandparents panicked, even though they tried not to. They didn't want the fear to show on their faces, but they weren't sure what was happening.

"It's okay," Arizona said. "It's good, actually."

"Good?" Carlos asked.

Faith's little hands reached up to pull at the tube.

"She's fighting the intubation," Callie explained, as Arizona held their daughter's hands back. "It means she can breathe over it on her own."

"Good," Arizona's dad smiled. "Good job, Faith."

"Hold on one second," Arizona told her little one. "We'll get that tube out of there in a minute. It worked! Alex was right. Lowering your sedation worked!"

Callie opened the door to Faith's room and saw Alex just down the hall. "Karev!" she called. "Faith's fighting intubation."

"Good," he said, coming into the room and getting a pair of gloves on. "I'm just gonna get that thing out, okay?" he tried to explained to the scared toddler. "One, two, three."

On three, he removed the tube and Faith coughed again.

"Okay," Arizona said, sitting her up a little. "It's okay. You've got to get that airway all cleared out, right?"

"Take deep breaths," Callie instructed. "Like right before we blow the bubbles."

Faith caught her breath and started to calm down. It was hard for her to understand all that she was feeling because she was so young and so much had gone on.

"Is that better?" Alex asked. "Yeah. Those lungs work. Your moms were all worried and you're doing okay now."

Faith put her hand to her throat and tried to talk, but they couldn't quite make out what she was trying to say.

"Does that hurt?" Grandma asked.

"Want some cold water?" Arizona wondered. "That'll help."

"Yeah," she managed to say.

Callie went and got Faith some water and held the cup to her lips. Faith, who classified herself as a big girl these days, wanted nothing to do with this. She wrapped her own little hands around the paper cup and squeezed it, spilling some water.

"It's okay," Mommy told her. "Let Madre help, though. We'll get you your cup later. For now, let us do it for you, Big Girl."

She complied and took a little sip.

"Better?" Abuelo asked.

"Ouch," she said.

"Your throat hurts?" Arizona kissed her. "We know. That silly tube did that. We don't like it either. It'll feel better soon."

"Faith, Sofia's coming in a few minutes," Callie smiled. "She'll be so happy to see no tube in your throat."

Mark and Lexie were bringing the big sister for a visit even if Faith was still intubated, but now the visit was going to be a much better one, they assumed. Sure, Faith didn't have the energy to play, but it was just easier for Sofia to see her this way.

"No," Faith said.

"Right," Barbara nodded. "No tube for Faith!"

"Brady spoke to UNOS and they did move her up on the list," Alex said. "That's the only news we have, but..."

"Good," Callie said.

"And Brady's pretty sure that the blood thinner is going to become a must even after discharge to prevent the blood clots again."

"But what happens when we get a transplant call and they're still in her system? She already has a tendency to lose large amounts of blood and without being able to take her off of them in the few days before surgery..." Callie replied.

"There are things they can do," Arizona said. "Right now, we just want a heart. We can deal with the details later."

"Somebody became Miss Positive all of the sudden. This morning you were calling your mom because you were sure she was..."

Arizona took a deep breath. "I can only take so much," she said. "Yes, I'm terrified of our two-year-old being on blood thinners while going into surgery. Trust me. It's all I'm going to think about until she's got that new heart beating in her chest. But what am I supposed to say right now?"

"True."