The instant her eyes slowly open, Arizona blinks hard a few times until she sees the pillow in front of her and crumpled against her face. She feels her mouth extremely dry, while her head seems to throb hard.
— Oh, what a night! — Arizona says as she sits on the bed and strokes your hair. — Alex is the only one to make me drink English beer!
With a strong sigh and wanting to drink water, Arizona walks to the bathroom, still shaking her body, washes her face and looks at herself in the mirror, noticing her incredibly rumpled hair.
— Yeah... the night must have been incredible! — she exclaims smiling, until her eyes fall on the dress she still wears and her eyes widen. — Oh! — then she sniffs herself slightly and shakes her head. — Argh! I desperately need a shower!
As soon as she is completely naked, Arizona turns on the bathtub faucet and, while the water fills it, walks to her room holding her hair up when she hears voices coming from the lower floor.
Wide-eyed, Arizona pulls the towel from over the bed and, wrapping it around her body, sneaks up to the edge of the stairs still listening to someone talking in her kitchen / living room.
— Oh! Am I being mugged?! — Arizona murmurs in disagreement. — Aaahhh, not in my house! — she runs to get a baseball bat under her bed and walks back to the stairs, going down step by step. — Nobody breaks into a Robbins' house and leaves unharmed...
As the American approaches the first floor, she hears the person saying:
— No, I don't think that this type of investment is good for us and that's why I didn't have an agreement in Canada.
Widening her eyes more and realizing it's a female voice, Arizona stops at the bottom of the stairs and stretches her neck in hopes of seeing who's in her kitchen.
— Well, well... it's a woman and she's messing on my fridge! But how audacious! — Arizona exclaims low, raises the bat squeezing it with both hands and walks on tiptoe.
As soon as she stops on the other side of the counter, the American sees the refrigerator door open and the "criminal" clearly grabs something there. Then, pressing her hands tighter against the baseball bat, Arizona yells as she advances over the person:
— AAAHHHHHH, GET OUT OF HERE!
Immediately, the person closes the refrigerator door and screams when looking scared to the blonde:
— AAAHHHHH!
The moment Arizona feels her bat stopping against something, her eyes widen even more when she sees Merida Harris holding the wooden object and looking at her in extreme shock.
— AAAHHH, MY GOD! — Arizona exclaims as she releases the bat and, covering her mouth with her hands and not noticing the towel falling to the floor, takes two steps back. — Merida! You're here! You! — she points to the redhead. — I thought it was some thug or whatever! — the American puts her hands on her chest and has a fit of laughter.
Watching the doctor and still clearly shocked by the reception, Merida slowly lowers the bat, placing it against the sink counter, and keeps her green eyes on the naked woman, clearly laughing nervously on the other side.
— Ah... Arizona... — Merida tries not to laugh when she sees the American again welcoming her naked. — You... you dropped... you know...
Stopping the laughter and finally realizing that Merida Harris is standing in her kitchen, Arizona closes her eyes on the Welsh and, placing your hands on your hips, questions her:
— Wait a minute!? What are you doing here?! In my house?!
Keeping her eyes wide and a light smile on her lips, Merida responds by keeping her gaze on the doctor:
— Well... yeah... Arizona, you dropped the... — she points to the blonde as a whole and shrugs. — You know...
— No, I don't know! — Arizona exclaims without taking off her irritated look, although she's happy to finally see the redhead. — What are you doing here?! How did you get in?!
Failing to stop her heart from liking Arizona even more and thinking about how much she missed those American girl's mess, Merida picks up the towel from the floor and raises it saying:
— Aren't you missing something?!
Looking at herself, finally finding yourself naked, Arizona exclaims as she picks up the towel:
— OH, NO! AGAIN?! — she covers her body and puts a hand over her eyes trying not to laugh. — I can't believe I did this to you again?!
— I already realized that your trademark for me is to appear naked, Dr. Robbins — Merida jokes without taking her eyes off the blonde and blinks. — I see you're better from last night's drinking.
For a few seconds, Arizona doesn't know what to do or speak, she's ashamed to once again appear naked in front of the Welsh and her heart insists on jumping fast when hearing her surname said by that accent that she loves and hates.
Then, coughing falsely and tossing her hair back, Arizona takes her hand from her eyes and looks at Merida as she says:
— I really don't even have anything else to say about it, do I? — the Welsh shakes her head and the American hates herself even more for loving to see those beautiful eyes again. — Yeah...
A silence falls over them for a few seconds until Merida, hearing a sound of water leaking, points upwards questioning:
— Are you wearing a towel because you were going to take a shower?!
Remembering the open tap, Arizona desperately runs up the stairs and, reaching the bathroom, finds the floor all wet and the bathtub overflowing.
— Aaahhhh, shit! Fuck! Shit! Fuck! — she curses several times while turning off the tap. — What the hell! — Arizona shakes her hands and sits on the edge of the bathtub, letting out a heavy breath. — She always messes up my life... even my bathroom... — smelling the woody perfume invading her nostrils, Arizona snorts: — Go on, laugh! I know you're at the door.
— I don't laugh at you for meanness, Arizona — Merida comments as she leans her body against the jamb and looks affectionately at the woman, who finally looks at her. — You're unique and fun, I never laughed with someone as much as I do with you.
Fighting the overwhelming passion that tries to break free again for the Welsh, Arizona gets up and walks away from Merida saying a little tearfully:
— Please, I can't even think about why you're here or how you managed to get in, but I would like you to leave — Arizona tries to prevent in every way from feeling happy to have Merida by her side and shakes your head. — You have no idea what I went through, Merida! You came into my life and things were turned upside down!
At that moment, Merida feels confused and squints at the woman when she asks:
— What happened, Arizona?! You didn't answer my messages, didn't answer my calls and didn't even give any news. I know we agreed not to go out while Alicia was in your care, but...
— Under my care?! — Arizona asks abruptly and narrows her eyes on the Welsh. — You asked Harriet to take me out as your daughter's doctor, send your lawyer to dismiss me and blocked my number on your phone, and it's me that you question if something happened?! — she points a finger at Merida and shakes her head. — You're the one to blame here, Miss Harris! Because of YOUR fault, I was removed from my position and accused of intoxicating my interns with those stupid and rotten donuts you sent me!
Not knowing what to say for a few seconds and trying to understand what the American means with those baseless accusations, Merida asks:
— What?! Harriet?! Who is she?! And why would I send my lawyer to dismiss you, Arizona?! And I would never buy anything spoiled for anyone, make sure of that!
Refusing to believe those words and keeping her reason higher than her desire to kiss the Welsh again, Arizona runs a hand through her hair as she speaks exhaustively:
— I don't want to hurt myself because of you, Merida. Please, you already got me out of your life... — she lets out a weak laugh and looks intensely into the confused green eyes. — In fact, I shouldn't have been surprised by all this, should I? After all, this is exactly what you do with the women you go out with... attract them, charm them and then disappear without leaving any chance for a second date. I was the fool one for falling in... — Arizona swallows what shouldn't be said and shakes her head. — Anyway, I think you better leave, Merida.
The Welsh doesn't seem to be affected by those suffering words from the American, she simply nods and, before leaving, says:
— I was preparing coffee for you and I left a cup of tea for your possible headache on the kitchen counter. Have a great day... Dr. Robbins.
And as soon as the red-haired woman leaves, Arizona takes a shampoofrom the edge of the bathtub and throws it against the door, uttering an angry exclamation:
— AAAHHH!
She rests her hands on the bathtub and, lowering her head, feels foolish for still feeling so much for someone who has only gone out once.
— Moron! That's what I am! Moron! — Arizona exclaims as she runs a hand through her hair and looks at the water in front of her. — I'll focus on my work and not get involved with someone for a long time... Enough!
Santana is sitting on top of her desk with her legs crossed and giggling extremely animated with Marcélle, who is sitting in her chair and typing on the computer.
— You're mean, did you know that?! — Marcélle questions smiling and shakes her head negatively. — Why don't you call the girl if you liked going out with her?!
Shaking her head and tossing her hair back, Santana looks at her nails when she says:
— Why, I don't want to go out with her again, crazy! That's simple. It was just one night and nothing more... — she takes her black eyes to the French and blinks. — If the girl is in love that's her problem, because I only have room for one person in my heart that is already pequeño.
The two laugh and Marcélle, looking steadily at the Latina, asks:
— You won't give up on Merida, will you? Do you think she'll have eyes for you someday?
Santana seems to think for a few seconds, runs her tongue over her red-painted lips and finally replies:
— She already has eyes for me... One night I stayed late and... well... she gave me a ride... — she winks at the Frenchwoman, who opens her mouth in amazement, and continues to speak: — Besides, that American doctor is already a card out of the deck, since I managed to keep Merida from talking to her during her trip.
Wide-eyed and stopping what she does, Marcélle looks at the Latina when she asks:
— Santana, what did you do?!
Before the black-haired girl can answer, the elegant elevator doors open and Merida walks out of it with an unfriendly face. Immediately, Santana sits down in her chair and looks a little suspiciously at the Welsh walking hard at them.
— Shouldn't she be in Canada?! — Marcélle murmurs scared and the Latina just shrugs, clearly confused by the presence of her boss.
The moment Merida passes by the girls, for the first time she doesn't greet them and enters her room speaking a bit harsh:
— Marcélle and Santana, please, join me NOW!
Widening their eyes, Santana and Marcélle look at each other in shock and run into the redhead's room, noticing her very disturbed and somewhat irritated. The Frenchwoman nods to the Latina as if trying to question whether she would know anything, but Santana remains stiff and swallows, fearing that Merida has found out what she has done.
— Mrs. Harris... is... is everything okay?
Santana asks with her voice a little velvety and filled with fear, keeping her black eyes on the red-haired woman standing with her hands resting on the table in front of her.
Merida doesn't answer at all and ignores the girls, picks up the phone from her desk and, pressing a certain button, says:
— Gomes, in my office now! NOW! — she hangs up in an irritated way and finally faces the secretaries. — When Dan gets here, we'll have an honest talk... Very honest!
Meanwhile, showered and dressed in casual clothes, Arizona goes down the stairs feeling weak because she still feels something for Merida and dying inside to know what she would be doing at her house.
— Let's clean this kitchen and living room, right?! That's what I have for today... — Arizona exclaims with false joy when looking for the empty bottles of wine that should be on the counter. — Huh!? — she scratches her hair without understanding how her sink could be clean. — I swore I had a drink yesterday before going out with Alex...
Her blue eyes find a tray beside the sink containing a cup of tea and another with coffee, both cold at the moment, and two chocolate muffins. Arizona leans her body against the counter, covers her face with her hands and murmurs:
— Oh, no! Yesterday was not a dream... she really was here, she helped me get in and carried me to the bedroom... — the American sighs heavily and looks again at the clearly arranged tray with care. — For sure, she tidied up my kitchen... and the living room too! — Arizona takes two steps and sees her living room arranged and finds a perfectly folded blanket on the sofa. — Shit! Shit! Shit!
Taking a muffin and biting it generously, Arizona makes a satisfied face when she feels the softness of the cake and lets out a groan of desire, realizing that Merida must have gone out to buy it.
— Fresh muffin... what else could be perfect?! — Arizona murmurs taking another bite and walks to the living room, sitting on the sofa. — Good thing these muffins were bought by her, otherwise they would be spoiled too.
Then, looking at the blanket beside her, the American takes it with her free hand and brings it to her nose, smelling the woody smell of the (clearly expensive) perfume of Merida impregnated there. After taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, Arizona throws herself more against the sofa and murmurs:
— What was she doing here? After disappearing for days... what did she think was going to happen?!
— Here I am, Merida. Why the hell did you talk to me like that, huh?!
Dan Gomes says in her unique and moody way as she closes the door behind her and watches the secretaries standing in front of the table, making her a little suspicious.
Then, as soon as Merida finally sees her lawyer in her office, she gets up from her chair and supports her hands on the table when speaking looking directly at Dan:
— I want to know, Gomes, who told you to call and "dismiss" doctor Robbins in my name?! In the name of MY company?! — she taps her fingers of her right hand against the cold marble and keeps her gaze on the brown-haired woman. — Come on! I'm waiting for a concrete answer! I want to know who's been talking on my behalf during my absence!?
Dan seems to freeze for a measly second, feeling a little uncomfortable about being scolded in the wrong way and, in addition, in front of Merida's "loose" secretaries. However, maintaining her indifferent stance, the lawyer replies:
— Well, Mrs. Bree came here to inform me about the dismissal of Dr. Robbins, saying that the surgery had already been done and that she is no longer needed in our staff.
— How...What?! — Merida asks, choking a little on the words and squinting at Dan. — Bree?! Did my Bree say that?! — the lawyer says with her head after rolling her eyes and the Welsh claps her hands on the table, turning her back on the women. — But who do you work for, huh?! — she spins on her heels and points to Dan. — Who owns this company?! Who is the only one who can say whether or not you can dismiss someone?!
With a long sigh, Dan tries to ignore Santana and Marcélle's shocked looks and points to Merida:
— You, Merida! And you always made it clear that, in your absence, Mrs. Bree is the one who gives orders about everything... — she raises an eyebrow at the upset woman and crosses her arms. — I just followed what you told me to do, since you told us to agree with Bree when you weren't here.
Keeping one hand on her waist and the other over her mouth, Merida feels a little irritated that Bree did that behind her back and nods saying:
— That's right... — she nods at Dan, but her angry look at Marcélle, leaving her astonished. — And the donuts?! I want to know the place where you ordered and have a serious conversation with the owner, as the donuts were damaged and left several hospital interns intoxicated!
At that moment, in disguise, Santana frowns and murmurs:
— Damn! That doctor didn't eat the donuts!
— How?!... — Marcélle asks in desperation and squeezes her chest with both hands. — Mrs. Harris, please, I didn't do anything! I ordered at the best pastry shop in town.
— Yeah, I imagine how good this place is! — Merida exclaims with some disdain and runs her hands through her hair. — I want the name of this pastry in my hand NOW, Marcélle, please! By the gods, I didn't even know that donuts could spoil!?
— Spoiled donuts?! — Dan asks worriedly and squints at the secretaries. — You did something with them, I'm sure!
— What?! — Marcélle questions crying weakly and desperately denies with her head. — No, Mrs. Gomes, I didn't do anything! Nothing! We didn't do anything, I swear!
Santana looks with some fear at the lawyer and takes her dark eyes to Merida, showing a face of suffering, making the Welsh woman soften her countenance briefly.
— Dan, stop it. — Merida says feeling exhausted, since she slept little and very badly on the American's sofa. — They did absolutely nothing, don't accuse them that way. — the Welsh sits in her chair and points to Marcélle. — Please, the phone number and address of the bakery now! — then, taking her green eyes to Dan Gomes, she says: — And I'm sorry for being rude to you, I didn't have that right.
— Did you come back from Canada this morning? — Dan asks suspiciously and approaches the table, squinting at the tired Welsh. — Where did you sleep, Merida? Bree told me that your driver went to the airport last night and so far has not returned... You clearly slept elsewhere... Is it Dr. Robbins?!
Smiling for miserable seconds when remembering the drunk American calling her Uncle Scrooge, Merida sighs heavily as Arizona's accusations hit her mind and responds:
— Ah, Bree needs to get off my feet a little! She had no right to send Arizona away from my company! — she slaps her hands on the table and stands. — Dan, I don't want you following Bree's orders anymore, do we understand?! As of today, I'm the one who puts order in this company and in my life! — she points to the three women. — Was I clear enough?!
Marcélle and Santana say with their heads and, after the Welsh woman makes a sign, the French woman leaves there crying weakly. Then, Dan closes her eyes on the latina and says:
— You too, Lopez! You can go!
— No, Dan! — Merida responds by motioning for Santana to go to her. — Come here, San. I have something to ask! — she turns her gaze to Dan. — Ah, please, contact the director of the hospital where Alicia had the surgery and make an appointment with her today, even if it's in the evening. I have something to do with that place.
With her eyes closed in the direction of the Welsh and not immediately understanding what she wants, Dan supports her hand on the door and, before leaving, asks:
— You don't intend to buy that place, do you?! I've always said that a hospital is never good for business, Merida.
Smiling in a corner and keeping her eyes on the lawyer, Merida replies:
— I don't intend to buy, rest assured. — she blinks delicately at the brown-haired woman, who leaves, and takes her green eyes to Santana, standing scared beside her. — Hey, hermosa, I would like to ask you to tell Bree that I'm back and, as soon as I go home, it's for her to wait for me awake, because we will have a serious conversation.
Swallowing hard and wondering if the doctor was to blame for all her boss' angry attitude, Santana gently kisses Merida's cheek and murmurs:
— I'll do anything just to see you well, Mrs. Harris.
Later...
Sitting at a small table in a club, Arizona and Alexandra drink something while talking about the pediatrician's somewhat unusual morning.
— Alex, I can't believe she had the audacity to show up at my house and still sleep on my couch! — Arizona exclaims after taking a sip of her drink and sighs irritably. — After everything she did to me and what she did to my life, she thinks she can go to my house, tidy my kitchen and sleep on my sofa?!
Arizona snorts irritably at herself, as she tries not to feel happy because she saw the Welsh and the smell of her on your blanket. Then she looks at your friend waiting for an answer and sees Alexandra smiling shamelessly at two women sitting at the next table, who are somewhat excited.
— Alex! — the American exclaims giving a light slap on the prosecutor's arm and opens her arms, looking at her in disagreement. — What was that, crazy?! You're married!
— What?! — Alexandra asks while looking at Arizona and, caressing her own arm, exclaims smiling: — Yes, I'm married and that's fine! I'm doing what you, as a single, should do... flirt! — she nods to the next table. — Look at them, Ary, we could talk and have a few laughs, nothing much... What do you say?!
— I know... you're doing this for you, crazy, not for me — Arizona says laughing weakly, takes a sip of her drink and looks at the two women next. — Meeting new people and making small talk wouldn't hurt me.
— Exactly, woman! — Alexandra jokes winking at her. — By the way, about Merida, I think she was waiting for you yesterday! Because she came out of nowhere to help you with the key. What a stalker, huh?!
— She was waiting for me?! — Arizona exclaims widening her eyes and looks confused at her friend. — Alex, she disappears and then appears at dawn thinking what?! That I should be grateful for her cleaning my house?!
Alexandra looks funny at the doctor and, crossing her long legs to the other side, asks:
— What really happened to you after I left, huh?! Why did she sleep at your house? You were literally falling, you were so drunk, you were crazy!
— That's exactly what I'm telling you, Alexandra, but you insist on flirting rather than paying attention to me! — Arizona exclaims exhausted, throwing herself against the chair, and nudges the piece of fruit in her drink with the straw. — I don't remember much and I thought it was all a dream. — then, widening her eyes, she adds, feeling her cheeks burn: — Aahhh, and you don't know the worst part!
— And there is a worse part, friend, than you almost hit the poor woman with a baseball bat?! — Alexandra asks in a funny way and raises an eyebrow. — By the way, who has that thing under the bed?! You're not normal, Arizona!
— Oh, shut up, Alex! — Arizona exclaims laughing. — When I went to college, my father taught me to always have a baseball bat under the bed and in the car. A real Robbins is always prepared and very brave. Imagine if I would let someone take my food and leave unharmed?!
Shaking her body while giving an exaggerated laugh, Alexandra takes another sip of her drink, looking discreetly at the next table, and returns her attention to the doctor:
— That's right, let's not argue about it! Come on, tell me the worst part of almost killing Merida.
— I didn't try to kill... Oh, forget it! — Arizona squints her eyes with her fingers and, shaking her head, sighs. — Anyway, when I was scared to see that the mugger was Merida, my towel fell, leaving me naked in front of her... AGAIN!
Alexandra raises an eyebrow and shows a look as if she thinks a lot, until she laughs mockingly and claps her hands exclaiming:
— I don't believe it!? Again, Ary?! Woman, you love being naked in front of her, huh?! — she looks at Arizona, who also laughs, and pats her hands. — You crazy, she'll believe that you're a nymphomaniac and that you only think about sex when you see her.
— How much blasphemy! — Arizona exclaims pretending surprise and puts a hand on her chest, still laughing like a fool. — I don't know what happens, Alex, I swear! Twice Merida was at my house and I had the ability to be naked in front of her both times!
The two friends laugh even more and, after ordering two more drinks for them, Alexandra asks:
— And now?! What did you talk about? Did she say what she wanted with you to come to your place at dawn?
Feeling her cell phone vibrating in her purse, Arizona searches for the device while answering:
— No, she didn't say it, because I didn't even give it a chance.
Keeping her eyes surprised on her friend, Alexandra asks as she crosses her arms:
— And why not, woman?! You had sex after you got naked in front of her, am I right?! — she laughs silly and pats the doctor on the arm. — Oh, what a thrill! Reconciliation sex is the best!
— What reconciliation, you crazy?! — Arizona exclaims as she looks at her friend in dismay and holding her cell phone. — Merida and I don't have a relationship to even have a reconciliation, Alex. And no, I didn't have sex with her because I told her to leave my house and never have the audacity to appear in my life again!
Stating with her head and clapping hands with Arizona, Alexandra exclaims:
— You're right, friend! If that's what you want, then you've done well! The important thing is to see you well and happy.
— Yes... but I admit that I was very curious and a little embarrassed by the rudeness I said, even though she deserved. — Arizona comments when she sees on her cell phone that she doesn't recognize that number. — Is it from the hospital?
Alexandra looks at the device in the doctor's hands and asks:
— What is it?! It's Merida, am I right?!
— No! I highly doubt it! — Arizona exclaims shaking her head. — But I think it's better to answer, I believe it's from the hospital. — she sighs deeply as she answers the call. — Robbins!
— Dr. Robbins, good night! This is Dr. Harriet. Can you talk? — the hospital director's voice sounds cheerful.
Somewhat suspicious, but feeling relieved to know that she can return to her activities at the hospital, Arizona signals Alexandra that she'll go to the bathroom, since the music is too loud.
Then, as soon as she enters the desired location, she replies:
— Yes, yes. I can talk!
— Great! Could you come to the hospital now? I would like to talk to you about some things. — Harriet says thoughtfully. — Besides, there is one more person involved in this conversation and who is already here with me. Only you are missing, Dr. Robbins.
— Person?! — Arizona questions confused, but soon widens her eyes to imagine who could be with the director of the hospital. — Okay... I'll be there in a few minutes... See you soon.
Throwing her cell phone over the sink, Arizona supports her hands there and looks at the mirror in front of her, thinking that little misfortune is silly, since everything in her life seems upside down.
— Fuck! — she exclaims exhausted. — I bet Doctor Rivers is there and will be appointed head of Pediatrics!
The moment Arizona exits the elevator, she hurries down and, stopping in front of Harriet's office door, puts two candies in her mouth.
— I can't come in with alcohol breath. — then, lifting her shoulders, she murmurs: — Although, I was off duty and drinking responsibly, I don't need to feel guilty about anything. If that Rivers says anything, I swear I'll punch him in that smashed face! — she knocks on the door and, entering without waiting for an answer, says: — Excuse me, Harriet.
When she looks at the place, she sees the director of the hospital sitting at her desk with a cheerful expression and, looking up at the person seated in front, she realizes that it's a woman with brown hair and an air of impatience.
— Ah, Robbins! You're here! — Harriet exclaims as she gets up and moves forward to Arizona. — Please, please sit next to Dr. Gomes. — she pushes the American to the chair next to the brown-haired woman and returns to her chair. — We have some news to share and many things to talk about.
Confused and trying to recognize the woman beside her, Arizona wonders if that would be the new head of Pediatrics and asks Harriet:
— What would this conversation be about?
Before Harriet answers, the woman beside replies with a sullen tone:
— About a madness that my boss is doing and that I don't think is prudent, Dr. Robbins!
Recognizing that eccentric voice and widening her eyes, Arizona looks at the woman saying:
— You!? I know who you are! — her heart seems to beat fast for no reason and, feeling a familiar woody smell invade her nostrils, she murmurs: — You're the lawyer of...
— There! I apologize for being late, Mrs. Harriet, but my daughter doesn't sleep without saying good night to me.
Merida Harris, squeezing her cellphone in one hand, comes out of the huge opened balcony and Arizona softens her body when her blue eyes meet the green ones, receiving a charming smile.
— You… — the American murmurs with a weak voice and trying to stop her desire for Merida to come out. — Please, clothes, remain in my body this time!