Notes:

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This is the shortest chapter so far, but I didn't feel comfortable adding more to it. I have been combining chapters in order to post them here so each chapter has more substance. I want to find natural stopping points for each one and this felt right.

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What the hell? What the hell? WHAT THE HELL? What is going on right now?

Callie really wanted to focus on what Arizona was saying to the patient, but she couldn't get her mind to shut up for long enough to listen.

That's not real. She doesn't have a prosthetic. I would know if she only had one leg. Right? How the hell is that something I could miss? Has she always only had one leg? Maybe if you freaking listened to what she's saying you would find out.

Callie was so focused on her own internal conversation that she didn't even notice Arizona looking at her. She saw that her blue eyes were filling with tears as she continued talking to the patient. Callie could tell that Arizona was struggling at this moment. She could see the look in Arizona's eyes as she kept glancing back to see Callie's reaction.

Should I leave and give Arizona privacy with the patient or stay here? Will she think I'm weirded out by her if I leave? What she doesn't even realize is that I haven't even listened to a word she has said.

Even if Callie was listening, she was still standing on the other end of the room near the door. She could step forward and hear better, but she felt like she would be intruding. Arizona also wasn't talking very loudly at that point.

When Arizona quickly glanced back at Callie for the hundredth time Callie decided to leave the room and give them more privacy. However, she didn't want to go far. She didn't want Arizona to think she was running off to tell the whole hospital, so she decided to just wait outside the door.

When Arizona is done in there, do I ask or just pretend as if nothing happened? I guess technically nothing did happen. I just found out about something that obviously happened a long time ago. Why did she hide it this whole time? Maybe she isn't hiding it, maybe I just don't know because we aren't friends. No that can't be it. The way gossip flies around this hospital I would know within minutes if other people knew. Callie continued her internal monologue for what felt like half an hour before the door opened and Arizona sheepishly appeared from it.

Okay. That could have gone better.

I guess it went pretty well. I think I got through to Paige at least a bit. I just don't want to face Callie right now. Arizona moved slowly towards the door to exit Paige's room. She had no idea what she was going to do when she saw Callie. Even though she isn't someone who usually gets mad, Arizona knows that she lashes out when it comes to her leg, and she just wanted to make sure she remains calm. I needed to do this. I helped her today. I helped Paige. If nothing else, that was worth it. That is worth whatever else will come from this.

As Arizona went to open the door she wondered if there would already be a crowd gathering outside to look at the one-legged lesbian. She had already been used to being stared at growing up gay, but after her leg, people started looking at her in a whole new way. Once people knew about it everything changed. People started to treat her differently and look at her with sympathy and sadness. That isn't who Arizona is and how she wants to be seen, so she just doesn't tell people. She doesn't want people to feel bad for her or to avoid her or to not give her as much work as others because of this. She is just as capable as everyone else. Arizona could already feel herself getting worked up even though she didn't know what she was walking out to yet. Arizona stopped right in front of the door. She grabbed the handle but paused, took a deep breath, and counted to 10. Finally, she opened the door and slowly walked out. Arizona was surprised to see Callie standing there staring off into the distance. The second she noticed Arizona's arrival Callie's brown eyes met hers.

There it is. There's the look. Arizona thought. Although this time the look was slightly different. Callie's face didn't have the same expression of pity on it that Arizona was used to. She did have a bit of sadness, but it also seemed like there was something else there. It seemed like Callie was almost impressed.

That's a new one, but it doesn't mean she's not about to go and tell the whole hospital about me.

"How's Paige doing? Did she decide to meet with the prosthetist?" Callie broke the silence.

It almost startled Arizona and made her realize that they had been staring at each other way longer than normal, but for some reason, Arizona didn't mind it. "Yeah. She's obviously still not good at all, but she said she'd meet with him, and she realized the importance of this process. I don't know what's going to happen, but I will fill her parents in when they get here, and I think I want to call up to psych and make sure she has a therapist that she can meet with while she is in here and when she gets out."

Callie only nodded but continued to stare at Arizona. "I would prefer if you didn't go and tell everyone about what you saw in there, but I obviously can't stop you. Just please, if you care at all, don't tell them what happened to me," Arizona said and started walking away towards the nurses' station to return Paige's chart and page the prosthetist.

Callie was frozen for a second but took a few quick steps to catch up to Arizona. She grabbed Arizona's arm to stop her from walking and pulled her into the storage closet they were right outside of. Arizona looked at Callie with confusion and a hint of anger on her face.

"First of all, I would never tell anyone anything you didn't want them to know. Your life is your life, and I have no business sharing anything with anyone. Second, I left the room and didn't listen to your conversation with Paige because it seemed private and like it was none of my business. I know you think I'm just rude and don't care about people, but that's not true. It's actually insulting that you would think that I would go around telling people something that is obviously none of my business," Callie finished with a bit of edge.

Arizona could tell that Callie was hurt by her earlier statement. She really was learning more and more about this woman, about the façade that she tries to perpetuate, and about how little of it is true.

"Sorry," Arizona said and gave a look she hoped would seem genuine. "I didn't mean to insinuate that you would go blabbing to the hospital. I just know how everything is here and how word travels. I just don't like when people know, and right now only Jo knows. Things just change when people find out. I really do appreciate you giving me privacy with Paige."

"Of course," Callie said and then turned to walk out of the closet.

"Wait," Arizona said weakly as she grabbed Callie's arm to turn Callie to face her again. Callie didn't say anything and just looked into Arizona's eyes. They stood like that for longer than either woman would admit. Brown eyes boring into blue and getting lost in one another. Arizona knew that her eyes were filling with tears again, and she knew that she still was grabbing Callie's arm, but she couldn't stop either thing. After what felt like both an eternity and only a few seconds, Arizona let go of Callie's arm and walked quickly out of the supply closet leaving Callie standing in the dimly lit room, alone.