Bailey lightly patted Arizona's hand and readjusted her covers. She didn't know how much Arizona was aware of right now or if she was even aware of anything, but she wanted to make sure that she was comfortable. She looked at her as she lied in the hospital bed and thought about how peaceful she looked. It was strange that in the hours after a body had endured such trauma, it could look so at peace.

There were still obvious signs of the accident of course. The cuts and bruises as well as the bandages and machines were a visible reminder, but Arizona looked like she was just sleeping. Like she might wake up any second and ask if it all was just a bad dream. But the brain was a mysterious organ, so they had no way of knowing when exactly Arizona would wake up. All they could do was wait.

Wait. Bailey had learned to hate that word. It seemed that she had to tell it to families too often; that all they could do was wait. She hated that all she could give them was that word. She hated that she couldn't do more. And she wasn't dealing with just any family now, it was Arizona's family. It was the family of one of their own. But all Bailey could do was tell them that they had to wait.

Derek walked into the room and smiled at Bailey. "Any change?" he asked.

"I should be asking you that," Bailey replied. "How were her scans?"

"The swelling hasn't increased, but it hasn't decreased either. I'm not overly concerned yet, but I want to keep a very close eye on her. In the mean time I want you to start IV fluids to make sure enough blood is getting to her brain. We need to make sure we use the right amounts of the right fluids or we'll only make the swelling worse. So pay very close attention to what is being administered and the size of the doses. We'll also give her medicine through the IV for the pain and to see if we can start to get that swelling to go down. If anything changes, I want you to let me know as soon as possible."

"I'm going to personally keep an eye on her Derek. I don't trust anyone else with her," Bailey said.

"I expected nothing less," Derek replied as he exited the room.

As he rounded the corner, he saw Callie coming down the hall.

"Derek!" she exclaimed. "Bailey sent me a text telling me that I should meet her. Is everything okay? How's Arizona?"

"Everything has held steady so far," he replied. "Bailey needs to get her started on fluids and meds, but then you can see her."

"What about her scans? Did they look okay?" she asked.

Derek sighed. "Nothing about this is okay Callie. You know that. But the swelling hasn't gotten any worse. We'll try to maintain our current course to see if the swelling goes down, but you know that surgery is a very realistic possibility."

"I know you think we're crazy for choosing not to do the surgery," Callie said.

"I don't think anything," Derek replied. "That was a personal decision and you all had your reasons for making the choice that you did."

"You're a neuro surgeon Derek. You can't expect me to believe that you don't think anything."

"I would've chosen the surgery. But that's me. It doesn't make me right and you wrong and it doesn't mean that I think you're crazy. This could work just as well as the surgery could have. You want to wait and see and I completely understand that."

"Hey Callie," Bailey said as she stepped out of Arizona's room. "I just started her on fluids and meds. She's not conscious. We're not sure when she will be, but if you want to see her I can give you some time."

"I should go get everybody else," Callie said as she began to turn around.

"I contacted only you because I thought you'd like to have a few minutes alone with her. You'll have enough people crawling around here and making you crazy. You should go sit with her by yourself for awhile," Bailey insisted.

"Thank you Bailey," Callie said, appreciative of the fact that her friend was making sure she got to spend a few precious minutes with Arizona.

Callie walked up to the door and hesitated right at the threshold. She was afraid to go inside. She was afraid to see Arizona. Because the last time she had seen her…well she didn't really want to think about the last time she had seen her. So pale and lifeless.

Bailey walked up behind her and rested her hand on her back, attempting to offer some sort of comfort.

"It's okay Callie," she said. "She's banged up, but she looks good."

"I-I was so scared Bailey," Callie whispered.

"I know you were. But she's right here. Okay? You just have to walk through that door. Go on. It'll do her good to hear your voice."

"If she can even hear me," Callie replied pessimistically.

"We never know what our patients can hear. I believe she can hear you and you should too."

Callie nodded and forced herself to enter the room. The wind was temporarily knocked out of her as she took in the sight of Arizona lying in the hospital bed. It brought back too many bad memories. Memories that Callie almost couldn't handle.

She glanced over at Arizona's monitor and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her heart rate and blood pressure looked good. Arizona's heart beating at all was a blessing considering the horror Callie had witnessed just a few hours ago. She pulled the chair out of the corner and situated it beside the bed. Then she sat down, gently intertwining her fingers with Arizona's.

"Leave it to you to get into a car accident and still look beautiful," Callie said, gently pushing Arizona's hair away from her forehead. A tear fell from her eye and she quickly wiped it away. "You scared the hell out of me. I-I wouldn't have been able to live with myself if our last conversation had been that stupid fight."

Callie felt silly talking to Arizona in the quiet room. She shouldn't have felt silly. After all, she had been able to hear Arizona after her car accident. At least she thought she had, but at the same time that period all seemed like some bizarre dream. She had to try though. What else could she do? The sitting and waiting was damn near killing her.

"I know you weren't ecstatic about having Thanksgiving with both of our parents, but this was a little extreme don't you think?" Callie asked lightheartedly. "I don't know why I'm trying to joke. I think it's because I either have to laugh or cry and I've already done quite a bit of crying today."

Callie rested her forehead on the bed and took a deep breath. "I just can't believe this is happening again. We can't catch a freaking break," she said, letting the tears fall from her eyes despite her best efforts. "It's like the universe is conspiring against us. Oh, you're happy? Well here let me sit a truck in the middle of the road so you can rear end it. Happy again? How about a plane accident? You decided to try and be happy for a third time? Well too bad, here's a miscarriage. And now another car accident? How can any two people be so freaking unlucky?"

Callie angrily wiped the tears from her face and sat up straighter. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't be talking about this right now. I should be talking about happy things. Good things. Uhm…your parents are here. They're really, really worried. We all are. My dad's here too. Surprisingly. I wasn't sure he would come but he's…he's been so great. Sofia doesn't know about any of this. I don't want her to be scared, so she doesn't know yet. And uh…Alex is here too. He has been so wonderful. I'm not sure if all of us would even be talking if it weren't for him. But uh…everybody's here Arizona. Everybody's here and waiting for you. So you need to wake up, okay? Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and what I am most thankful for is you, so I need you to please wake up. I need to say that to you and know that you heard it. Because I am so, so thankful for you. And I am so thankful that we found our way back to each other. I love you. I know we haven't said that to each other again yet, but I do. I love you and I need to tell you and show you and I can't do that here. I can't do that like this. So you just…you have to wake up. You have to."

Callie waited for a response. Any sort of sign that Arizona could feel her presence or hear what she was saying, but there was nothing. Callie's shoulders dropped and disappointment flooded her body. She didn't know what she had expected. Arizona was recovering from an emergency surgery and a brain bleed. She wasn't just going to wake up and start talking. But Callie had allowed a little part of herself to hope she would.

"I should go get your parents," she whispered, not worrying about whether or not Arizona could hear her anymore. "I'll be right back."

If Callie had only stayed in the room a minute longer she would've seen Arizona's hand move, searching for her own.