A/N: I actually wrote this yesterday because I had something else to do today and wasn't sure if I'd have time to get this done today… I had to keep my five day streak going! And here we are five for five!

I want to let you know that I don't think I'm going to keep Tim/Timothy or any variations of that name for Enzo, mostly because it has been done before, repeatedly and so I don't want to do it again. I just… does that make sense?

Also, any suggestions? I want to write something cutesy and romantic between them too but I think it's too soon?

Alright, let's gooooo day 5!

Chapter 5

I was lying there in the hospital bed not being able to understand anything. Am I really here? Am I going to wake up and have it all be a dream. A dream so realistic that I felt like I was being rescued, that I made a call to my parents, that I asked them to come get me. Was it all fake? Or was I never on the island, did I ever take that plane? Or did I just come back and snuggle into Callie's arms instead.

Calliope.

My sweet sweet Calliope. What am I going to do about her? Would she recognize me? Would she want me? Maybe she moved on with someone else, maybe she's engaged or got married to them. Would my kids remember me? I mean I don't think my youngest could even comprehend that I was alive, that it was me, her real mother. But then what about Sofia? Does she remember me? Does she remember Mark? Does she call someone else Mama?

I shuddered at that thought. That was my weak point. I could deal with Callie moving on, finding love and being with them, but I could never deal with my kids not accepting me. That is just… I cannot.

I felt tears making their way onto my eyes, damn it! I cannot cry today as well. Today I was getting out. I was finally getting discharged.

"Hey Sweetie, how are you feeling?" My mom asked me as she took a seat beside me and took my hand in hers. My boney hand, that was not nearly as it used to be.

Ever since I was admitted they have been trying to pump in as much nutrition as they can, monitoring our hydration levels, our weight gain. It was not a shock to anyone that we were severely malnutritioned. But I don't know, the doctors here have told me that I have gained weight, but I don't see it. I can still feel my bones poking out from places, my ribs are still visible, I don't even know about my face.

The other day, all of us got haircuts and some much needed shampooing and conditioning. They dyed my hair back to blonde, the same color I used to have before. I know that they do that so that we can start feeling like ourselves again, but I don't. I don't think I am me.

I still refuse to look at the mirror. I can't. In my mind, I till look like the same person I was six years ago before I boarded that godforsaken plane, even though I know it's all in my head, even though I know my family would love me no matter how I looked like, but I just couldn't help as the insecurities made their way into my mind.

"I'm fine mom. Did you get me what I asked for?"

"Yeah, although I think a size small should have fit you better than this, but since you insisted on wearing large, here you go."

I was sick and tired of being in this hospital gown feeling like I am suffering from some deathly disease when I'm clearly not.

"Zozo, do you want to talk about last night?"

"Nope."

"That was one horrifying nightmare Sweetie I'm just worried-"

"Mom, when someone goes through something traumatic there have to be some after effects. These are just dreams. I'm doing fine."

"You call this fine?" She raised my bandaged knuckles. In my dreams, I kept on hitting the side of bed muttering some gibberish. At least that is what my dad told me when he woke me up. He said that I could stop punching and it had got my hand pretty well.

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"I'm just saying that Callie-"

"Mom! I told you not to call her! Oh my god tell me you didn't call her!" I yelled.

"No, I didn't! I was saying that she could help you with this."

"She doesn't deserve this!"

"Oh yeah, then what are you gonna do? Are you going to forbid your father and I from telling her and our grandkids that you are alive? Because I wont allow it! You know what she deserves? She deserves better from you!"

I sighed. Of course I knew all of this. I knew this since my first night here when my dad woke me up from yet another night mare.

"Zozo, I didn't mean that."

"No mom, you are right. I need to do better, I'm trying but I just, I need some time okay? I don't want my kids to see me like this, being an emotional mess. I just I can't."

"So what do you plan on doing?"

"I don't know."

Just then the doctor returned with my discharge papers. "Alright, Miss Robbins, Dr. Robbins can be discharged. I recommend that she follow the diet plan and have at least thirty minutes of any form of exercise in the day. I know it may seem a bit counter productive but we want her to build her strength back up. You could start off light with maybe a walk around the block and then maybe start some form of weight training. Once your BMI is back up maybe then we can talk about you going back to work. I'm also going to recommend going to a therapist once every two weeks at least." He quickly signed the paper and handed it to my mom. "Alright, it was great working with all of you and I wish you all the best for your future endeavors."

I nodded as I watched him leave. "Please tell me that its not the new patient care standards? 'Wish me well for my future endeavors', are you kidding me?"

"Zozo, be nice honey." my mom warned.

"This is me being nice."

I grabbed the bag my mother brought me and removed the sweater and jeans she got me. The sweater was baggy enough to hide my body, but I didn't expect the jeans to feel this loose. But I shook that thought away. Right now I would do everything that is not that sickly hospital gown and leaves sewed together.

"Are you ready to go home?"

"As ready as I will ever be."

Why was my house always in a mess, even though I cleaned it maybe twice a day now. There were mismatched shoes everywhere. Toys thrown about places, jackets out of the closet . I need to get a hold of my life. This has gone too far.

"Sofia, Enzo! Come down here please!" I yelled as I heard footsteps coming downstairs. "Would you look at the mess here? This is not acceptable! So this is what we are going to do. Enzo, grab all the toys and take them back to your room. Sofia put the clothes, the shoes and socks away, decide what needs to go in the laundry and what needs to go in the closet and I will broom and vacuum okay?"

I could already see upset faces. "But Mommy, Paw Patrol is about to start in twenty minutes!"

"Yeah and I need to go Lucy's house. Her mom is picking me up, we are going to the mall."

"Well, that just means you guys need to hurry up then!"

And with that my kids started helping me with the house.

I looked down at our dog, who looked at me waiting fro his task as he wagged his fluffy little tail. "And you Max, you get to be fabulous on the couch and not interrupt me while I vacuum, how does that sound?"

It was as if Max immediately understood and hopped onto the couch.

"Why is Max the only one in this house who listens to me without nagging or grumbling!"

Honestly, sometimes, I feel that he is my favorite child. I guess he deserves a treat for this. I grabbed a little bone shaped biscuit and handed it to him. Which he happily took and started nibbling on it as I scratched his ears.

"I don't hear any cleaning happening!" I yelled before making my way around the house. Thank god it was the weekend and I wasn't working. I literally couldn't go a minute looking at my house like this. I grabbed the broom and the vacuum as I started sweeping the house. It wasn't like I was expecting anyone, I just needed the house to be clean. Clean house, clean mind and all of that.

Also Barbara and Daniel are returning today from the city. They were gone for about a week and have been pretty vague about it. The people who used to come to me regarding the slightest back pain or joint pain were being really secretive. I just hope it's nothing serious that they feel like they need to hide it from me. I have noticed that some of my patients shy away from telling their loved ones are really sick. Maybe I could have them over for dinner tomorrow, just to check in with them. Maybe Rose could take the kids? That way they can actually tell me what's been going on.

"All done Mommy, can we go watch Paw Patrol now please!" Enzo asked as he pulled his puppy dog eyes.

"Sure!"

"Mom, Lucy's here, I'm going to go!" Sofia said as she stopped right in front of the door to get her shoes on.

"Wait right there missy, are you sure you are not forgetting something?"

I saw Sofia slowly approaching me before hugging me. " I have my phone, tis completely charged. You already have Lucy's number and both of her mom's numbers. We are just going to go to the mall, maybe have some burgers and shakes and I'll be back by 5:00. I promise and no I won't be late like last time and if I am I'll text you!" She kissed me on my cheek. "You worry too much mom, I'm going to be fine! I love you," she said one last time before making her way out the door.

"Do you have keys?"

"I always do!"

"Would it bother you to check?"

But Sofia was already at the door. "Why waste time doing something so mundane when I could be awesome instead! Bye Mom, love yah!" and with that she was out of the door.

Even though Sofia was twelve she acted as if she was sixteen. Ah the teen years, I couldn't wait to go through those with her.

I went to the kitchen, poured two glasses of chocolate milk and got some cookies on a plate before heading towards my son. This was Mommy and son relaxing TV time. It didn't matter that the plot made no sense, that I had already watched that episode a million times with him even though he pretended that this was the first time we were watching it with hopes that I wouldn't change it. It was our time.

Just like Sofia and I had our alone time where we would go to the spa, get our nails done or it would be something completely different like go rock climbing or ride bicycles around the park. I was down for anything the kids wanted. In the years that I have been giving them 'together time' I have realized that they really love it when I make time for them and do the things they enjoy. It means a lot to them. Sometimes a couple of Sof's friends join us when we go to the arcade and nothing beats the feeling of beating wannabe teenagers who think they are invincible. Such babies.

I took a seat beside my son as he increased the volume. "What took you so long! It's about to start and then you would have missed the most important part!"

"I was getting us milk and cookies."

"Come sit down!" he said as she dragged me on the couch before crawling into my lap.

Enzo was huge on cuddling. It could just be his age, but I loved every second of it. He could tuck his head between my head and chest as he would slowly slurp on the chocolate milk.

Arizona and I used to spend our days lazing away on the couch as we watched… something on the TV. We didn't care what it was as long as it filled the silence as we judged the people on the Tv. All we cared about was that we were cuddled on the couch and were just being with each other.

I loved how her hand would find its way inside of my shirt. As we made out on the couch. Even though it wouldn't lead to anything, but she liked feeling me against her and I loved having her fingers on me. Especially when we're watching a scary movie. Usually it wasn't her thing, but she liked holding out to me as if using my shoulder so that she didn't see the blood splatter on the screen even though in both of our professional careers we have seen much worse and know that it is not how blood is, she would cling onto me.

Suddenly the doorbell went off.

"It's probably Sofia, she must have forgotten her keys. Can you go give them to her?"

"But Mommy Paw Patrol!"

"It's on commercial break. The sooner you go, the sooner you can get back!"

With that Enzo hopped off the couch and made his way to the front door. I heard muffled voices, maybe it wasn't Sofia, maybe it was Rose?

We live in a pretty safe neighborhood so I am not really worried. Everyone knows the kids and me and are usually helpful, but all of them would call or text before coming over.

"Mommy?" I heard Enzo calling out to me.

I made my way to the front door and stood there in shock.

It cannot be could it? I… It's simply not possible now is it? I just… What was happening? Am I dreaming? Have I officially lost it that I am hallucinating?

"There's someone on the door asking for you." Enzo said as he came and hid behind my legs.

There she was standing on my doorway, looking beautiful as ever.

"Umm hi?" She said.

A/N: Dun dun dun, it's Erica!

Calzona4ev never have I ever connected with someone on such a level! I do that too and have someone say that about the thing I wrote! Too good! It made my day!

A lot of you all were able to guess that yes, Barbara and Daniel were informed about Arizona and hence had to go. They were sure about it so they decided not to tell Callie to get her hopes up. But then Arizona requested that she wanted to meet Callie and the kids when she was ready and not to tell her about being found.

I'm still not sure if I should go on the sweet route of reunion or have it be dramatic. Any and all suggestions are welcomed.

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Yes, I read all of your reviews and it helps me not make major mistakes, like have it be Erica instead of Arizona on their doorstep, but no promises there ;P