Arizona supporting a sick Callie. (Season 6, chicken pox)

Arizona walked through her girlfriend's unlocked door still in scrubs and carrying a box of a donuts. "Calliope!"

Callie didn't respond. The apartment was strangely quiet.

"Callie?" Arizona set the box of donuts down on the counter and headed toward Callie's bedroom. "Are you sleeping?" she whispered rhetorically.

She walked through Callie's bedroom, and she was greeted with an unmade bed and her girlfriend, who seemed to be doing a wall-sit and was wearing an incredibly guilty expression.

Arizona couldn't help but laugh at her expression. "What exactly are you doing?"

"Nothing," Callie muttered. Quickly, she straightened into a standing position.

"Mmm hmm." Arizona crossed her arms and glared at her.

Callie had never been able to withstand that maternal "yeah, right" look, whether it came from her mother, her boss, or now, her girlfriend. "I'm itchy, okay?! I needed to scratch my back! I have pox everywhere, and I need to scratch!"

Arizona sighed. "Calliope Iphegenia Torres, you are going to scar if you keep this up!"

Callie pouted. "I know! I can't help it!"

"Yeah, yeah," Arizona laughed. "I brought you donuts to make you feel better, though."

"Again?!" Callie finally walked over and kissed her. "Thank you. Really. Even though you're the only one who ends up eating them."

"Hey! You take too long. I refuse to let them get stale."

Callie smiled at her endearingly before tensing, "Oh my god, why does this suck so much?!" She moved to scratch her shoulder, but Arizona caught her arm.

"No scratching!"

"Ughhhhh." Callie was not amused. Why wouldn't the woman just let her scratch?

Arizona looked toward her dresser, spotting something. "Did you take your medicine? That'll help."

Callie noticeably gagged and stepped away from her. "No way. It tastes disgusting!"

"Callie." Arizona was about to lecture her.

"It does! I cannot drink that stuff anymore."

"Callie, you have to drink it to get better!"

"No way!" Callie backed away from her.

"Come on," Arizona walked toward her.

"No!" Callie began to run in the opposite direction, out her room and toward the kitchen.

"Calliope! Come back here!" Arizona hurried after her.

Callie was in the living room ducked behind the couch. She spot Arizona and ducked down lower.

"It's just medicine; it won't hurt you! Just plug your nose!"

Callie pursed her lips and shook her head. "Mm mm. You can't make me!" She backed further away from the blonde.

Arizona stalked closer, and Callie shrieked. Defensively, she balled her hands into little fists.

Arizona cackled. "Don't even bother. We both know I could have you in a chokehold faster than you could even draw back your fist." Then, she smiled angelically.

Callie pouted, weighing her options. Arizona was most likely right. She came from a family of army members, after all. Callie preferred to solve problems without violence. She had very little experience with it. "Fine," she conceded. "Feed me the poison."

Arizona chuckled. "Such a drama queen." She held up the spoon to Callie's mouth. "Open wide!"

Callie dry heaved. "Fine." She opened her mouth, just a little.

Arizona maneuvered the spoon inside, feeding her the foul-smelling medicine.

Callie had trouble fighting the urge to spit it out. "I need water," she warbled. She scrambled into the kitchen.

As she stood in front of the fridge, Arizona came up behind her and wrapped her arms around Callie's waist. "How about," she began, kissing her shoulder. "I distract you from the taste."

"Mm," now Callie was intrigued. "Did you have another taste in mind?" She turned around in Arizona's arms and bit her lip, sizing up the blonde.

Arizona laughed at her sick and horny girlfriend, kissing her cheek. "How about a massage instead? I'll scratch your back for you."

Callie looked toward the ceiling in reverence of some higher power and moaned. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She noisily kissed Arizona.

Arizona eagerly kissed her back. "See? Chicken pox aren't so bad. Come on."