Putting on her robe, Arizona tosses her wet hair back and, calling Merida once again, feels the agony grow as she hears the incomplete call fall for the tenth time.
— How absurd! She has no right to do that! Alicia is my patient! — Arizona exclaims when throwing the device on the bed and moves forward to the closet. — I'll clean up this story! She has no right to get me out of a patient! Who does she think she is to come here... sleep in my bed... kiss my mouth... and then dismiss me as if I were anybody?
With a neat outfit, brushed hair and hurried down the stairs, Arizona takes the car key and leaves her flat determined to go to the hospital to find out what is going on so that Merida Harris has isolated her that way.
The moment she arrives in front of Alicia Harris' room on the Pediatrics floor, she sees the place empty and ready to receive a new patient. Arizona opens her eyes wide and steps up to the nursing desk, nudging the nurse that is committed into something.
— Michele! Where's the patient from that room? — Arizona questions clearly flustered. — Where's the woman who stays with her?!
— Wow, Dr. Robbins! What happened? Why are you all excited like that?! — Michele asks frightened and crosses her arms. — By the way, shouldn't you be off?
— Yes, yes, I'm off! — Arizona responds impatiently and shaking hands. — Please, where is the patient Alicia Harris?
— Gone! — Michele answers as if it were something obvious. — Dr. Amber discharged her almost eight hours ago. In fact, Dr. Harriet has warned us that you are no longer the girl's doctor. Why? What happened, doctor? I thought her mom was interested in you!
Unable to hear any more than the girl says, Arizona runs her hands through her damp hair and looks at the empty room ahead, trying to understand how people can be so expendable for others.
When did everything go upside down between her and Merida?! How could the Welsh do that to her?!
— Well... Alex warned me that this is what Merida does... — Arizona murmurs feeling foolish for believing she was different for the redhead. — I was just another one... This time, the one who got hurt in this whole story was me... What a fool I was!
Then, walking slowly to the elevator, Arizona doesn't even listen to what Michele says and, entering there, presses the reception button, while she is surrounded by a cloud with no sound beyond her own thoughts.
— How could I be so silly?! How could I let my guard down for her?! — Arizona murmurs without noticing people entering and exiting the elevator. — It was just once... why do I feel so sad for not having her anymore?! It makes no sense!
Three days later...
— Alex, don't take too long, huh?! We're already late for Vida Boehm's show!
Olivia exclaims from the car, while Alexandra gets out of the vehicle parked in front of a residential building.
— Easy, Liv! I need to know what's going on with her! — Alexandra responds by signaling to her wife and steps forward into the building. — She hasn't called me since yesterday... We haven't seen each other for two days... what happened to her?!
The moment she exits the elevator on the desired floor, Alexandra stops in front of the door of a specific flat and rings the bell twice in a row, but nothing happens and no one answers.
Releasing a heavy sigh and pulling the key from her pocket, Alexandra unlocks the door, opening it slowly, while saying:
— Ary?! Where are you?! — the prosecutor closes the door behind her and sneaks around the place, observing a few bottles of white wine from the small kitchen counter. — Well, at least you're drinking in the house... — she shakes her head and sees a big jar of ice cream in the sink. — Arizona! Where are you, creature?!
No one answers and Alexandra walks into the living room, finding a blanket wrapped in something in front of the television and with an empty glass beside her and another bottle of wine.
— Arizona, I know you're there! — Alexandra exclaims as she stops in front of the blanket and puts her hands on her waist, looking seriously. — Come on! Get out of there and stop it, creature!
— No! I'm not here! — Arizona's muffled voice sounds through the blanket and seems to curl up even more. — Go away and leave me! I'm enjoying my days off, Alexandra!
Rolling her eyes, the prosecutor steps up to the balcony, opens the curtains and then the glass door, allowing the rather cold wind to enter the room. Then, Alexandra pulls the blanket, throwing it on the sofa, and finds a disheveled Arizona, dressed in cold pajamas and with heavy eyes.
— Come on! Get out of there NOW! — Alexandra exclaims in her authoritarian tone and waves with one hand. — Hurry up, Arizona! Get up! Otherwise, I will be forced to do what I don't want to do!
— Oh yes?! And what will you do?! — Arizona questions with some sad sarcasm. — Hit me with your Criminal Law book?!
Snorting impatiently, Alexandra takes off her overcoat, throws it on the couch, and pulls Arizona by the hands so that she stands. Then, throwing her hair back, she caresses her friend's face saying:
— Ary, you only went out with her once! Why the hell are you like this?! You two had nothing! Absolutely nothing! And I told you how that woman is, friend. I said that she doesn't go out with the same person twice. Forget her, please! She doesn't deserve any of this!
— That's not it! — Arizona exclaims in her exhausted voice and takes two steps away from her friend. — First, she disappears. Afterwards, my calls don't even complete. I bet she blocked me. Then, because of the spoiled donuts, director Harriet suspended me from the position of head of Pediatrics "due to my skills in caring for my subordinates". See if you can believe!? It's too unfair, don't you think?! All because of that stupid Welsh!
— What?! — Alexandra questions confused and pulls her friend by the hand to the stairs. — Come on, let's give you a bath and then put on some really cool clothes, because you're going to go out with me and Olivia.
— No, Alex! I don't want to! — Arizona complains when she gets upstairs and throws herself on the bed. — I'm a prodigy, I always prided myself on being the best in my field and I felt extremely good when I received the invitation to head Pediatrics at a hospital here when I had just graduated.
Going forward to the closet, Alexandra begins to choose clothes for her friend and replies:
— Um... and you're still a prodigy, an excellent pediatrician and a wonderful woman! You're young, you're beautiful and intelligent, Ary! Tomorrow you'll go to the hospital and talk to this director, explaining exactly what happened.
With a weak sign of crying and sitting on the bed, Arizona complains:
— My life started to fall apart when this woman appeared in my life, Alex! That was the problem! I have always prided myself on never having fallen madly in love with anyone and putting my profession before everything! — she slaps a hand on her chest while watching her friend deposit a dress beside her. — What is this, Alex?!
— An outfit for you to put on, because you're going out with me! — Alexandra responds smiling and claps her hands. — Let's gol! Come on! Get a quick shower! We'll go out for a drink without time to return and Olivia will be our driver for the night! Let's go to a show by the wonderful Queen Vida Boehm.
— What?! No! I don't want to go out! — Arizona complains shaking her head. — Alex, didn't you hear what I said?! That Welsh dismissed me like this... Oh ... as if I were nothing! Nothing! — she grabs the prosecutor's arms and shakes her a little. — Alex! She sent her lawyer to dismiss me! Do you have any idea of that?! And then she told Harriet not to let me take care of her daughter at the hospital!
And again, Alexandra sighs heavily and pushes her friend into the bathroom, while trying to rip her pajamas off.
— I know, I know, how terrible! Come on, let's take a shower, everything will be better, Ary! — the prosecutor turns on the tap and pushes Arizona slightly under the water. — Let's take a shower, put on a wonderful outfit and go out to have fun! No more drinking, eating and whining at home! You're an amazing, intelligent woman and you don't need anyone to feel good about yourself besides you! Where's my friend who believes in the good of people and who likes to turn everyone's day around her into something colorful?!
Allowing the water to run down her body and feeling a little better about it, Arizona thinks about what her friend has just said and knows, deep down, that she didn't have to stay that way for someone who doesn't even care about her or who had felt the same for the wonderful night they had...
A few hours later, in the middle of the night, Arizona gets out of Alexandra's car feeling happy and clearly drunk from the amount of beer they drank. Before she can close the vehicle door, her hand escapes and ends up falling on her ass on the floor.
— Aaaahhh, you crazy! — Alexandra exclaims with laughter and pointing to the pediatrician on the floor. — Get out of there, crazy! Go home!
— I will help her! — Olivia says worried, but Alexandra holds her.
— No! Leave her! See, she's having a great time! — the blonde laughs, also drunk, while pointing to her friend getting up. — Okay, Ary?!
Laughing and nodding, Arizona strokes her waist and walks to the door of the building, while looking for the key in her bag.
— I'm fine! I'm fine! I'm just looking for my key, you can go! — she gestures with one hand. — The night was great! I never drank so much English beer in my life! — Arizona turns to face the car and laughs, pointing at Alexandra. — Shall we do it again tomorrow?!
— YEEEEEEES! — the prosecutor exclaims loudly and with laughter, but Olivia signals for them to speak softly. — Aaahhh, Liv, stop being annoying! Ary, sleep well, friend, and tomorrow we'll talk! Open the door, woman!
— I'm going! I'm trying to find the key... — Arizona says as she pulls something out of her bag and, before she holds it, drops the keys to the floor. — Ah, I found it! You can go! Damn it, I dropped it!
However, before she can get the object, she sees a pair of boots appear in front of her and looks up at the woman standing there.
— I think this is yours...
Merida Harris says with her usual polite tone, as she holds out the keys to Arizona.
Looking intensely at those green eyes shining in her direction and smelling that woody smell again, Arizona feels her heart racing and she closes her face, exclaiming:
— Thank you, but I don't need you anymore! — she takes the keys and turns the body to open the door of the building, but fails to hit the hole. — Damn it! Come on, get in there, key!
— Are you sure you don't need help? — Merida insists on seeing the pediatrician clearly drunk and looks at the car parked in front. — Oh! Alex?!
— Who's that? Does Arizona need help? — Olivia asks worriedly.
— Ah, it's Merida! — Alexandra replies smiling at the redhead. — Hi, Merida! — she winks at the Welsh and murmurs to Olivia. — Let's go... Ary is safe with her, Liv.
Waving to the prosecutor and turning her attention to Arizona, Merida sighs heavily when she says:
— Could we talk a bit?! — noticing the blonde still fighting with the lock, the Welsh steps forward and, taking the keys from her hand, opens the door to the building. — There.
Arizona says nothing and, taking the keys from the Welsh's hand, walks to the elevator murmuring:
— It's not real! She's not here! It's not real!
As soon as the pediatrician enters the elevator, Merida follows her quickly, before the doors close, and stops with her hands in her coat pockets, looking intently at Arizona.
— Why are you here? — Arizona questions with some hurt. — I didn't invite you to come with me, Mrs. Harris, so I wish you wouldn't come into my house! Shouldn't you be with your army of bootlickers, flying jets and surrounded by your possessive secretaries?! Why aren't you swimming in your money bin like Uncle Scrooge?!
— Oh! I love Uncle Scrooge... — the Welsh mumbles smiling. — Okay, I won't enter your home... I just want to make sure that you are safe and alive... Just that... — Merida comments worried and without taking her eyes off the blonde.
Clearly sulky, but loving seeing the redhead, Arizona steps out as soon as the elevator stops and exclaims as she walks to the door of her flat:
— You have no right to appear here as if nothing has happened! Who do you think you are to go around dismissing people and then coming back as if nothing has happened?! — she opens the door and enters dropping her shoes on the floor. — I don't need you anymore! Are you listening to me?! You... — she turns her body and points to the redhead standing at the door. — You are a beautiful creature, but evil! Very evil! And selfish! Very selfish!
With a raised eyebrow and a singing smile, Merida sighs heavily when she feels how much that American woman moves her heart, how "different" and charming the pediatrician can be. Even drunk!
— Yes, you're right. I may not understand why you are calling me all this, Dr. Robbins, but I defend your right to say what you want. After all, this is your house! — Merida says without breaking the smile.
Somewhat confused and even more angry at the politeness of that woman, Arizona exclaims:
— Yes! Yeah! I'm at my house and I can say whatever I want!
Then, feeling a little sick and unable to control her stomach, Arizona runs to the kitchen sink and vomits. Immediately, Merida closes the door behind her, throws her coat on the small dining table and steps forward to the pediatrician, holding her hair back.
— Yes... you can say whatever you want... — the redhead mumbles when she sees that Arizona has stopped vomiting. — Better? Or do you need to throw up more? — the pediatrician just shakes her head and Merida wipes Arizona's mouth with the sleeve of her shirt. — Great! We'll put you to bed and tomorrow you'll feel better, Arizona.
Without waiting for it, the pediatrician is carried by the redhead, who starts to climb the stairs to the room, and, letting out a weak laugh, murmurs:
— I'm making this up, aren't I? You are the fruit of my imagination... it can only be... The real Merida is in her magic jet, flying around with some strange woman and already preparing to break her heart too... just like you did to mine...
In an affectionate way, as soon as she arrives at the room, Merida puts Arizona on the bed and, sitting next to her, caresses her face saying:
— I think you better sleep and tomorrow we'll talk...
Without stopping with the laughs and making a sign of something flying with her hands, Arizona murmurs:
— Magic flying jet! Look at you flying like Aladdin, but with your magic jet, Merida! Look!
The Welsh says nothing, smiles and shakes her head and leaves, walking down the stairs back to the first floor. Stopping in the small kitchen and noting the wine bottles, the ice cream jar and the blanket in the living room, Merida puts her hands on her hips and asks herself:
— What happened to her these days?! Why the hell is she saying I disappeared?! I texted every day, called and even sent gifts... She didn't answer me, she didn't send me any news... How strange... — remembering the vomit in the sink, the Welsh sighs heavily and folds the sleeves of her shirt. — Well, let's go! Let's clean up this mess and tomorrow we will deal with these mismatches...