CHAPTER 17 – RUNNING ON SUNSHINE
Arizona was huffing for the hundredth time in front of the bathroom mirror. She was turning around and around and around, trying to see her reflection from every angle humanly possible but the more she saw, the louder she scoffed.
When Amelia decided to investigate on what was taking the pediatric surgeon so long to get ready for their date, she went to the bathroom and her breath got caught short in her throat at the sight. Arizona looked ravishing. However, the look on Arizona's features was telling an entirely different story, screaming infuriated and insecure.
"Are you having a crisis?" Amelia asked from the doorframe in order to be sure of what she had just stumbled upon.
"I hate this dress," Arizona explained as she was trying yet another angle.
"What? Why?" Amelia entered a little further in the bathroom and her eyes strayed over the dress the other woman was wearing. In her humble opinion, it suited the blonde just fine. Okay, more than fine, it suited her very well.
"I look terrible. It shows off my love handles and it makes my arms look enormous," the pediatric surgeon replied with an ultimate huff.
The brunette came up behind Arizona and wrapped her arms around her midsection and placed her head on her shoulder, her eyes boring into Arizona's bright ones into the mirror. "I think you look breathtaking. The blue of the dress makes your eyes pop out even more than usual," she squeezed the blonde closer to her. "Your arms look just fine. Fit, like yeah I'm muscular but I'm not showing off either. And don't you dare say you have love handles, I can barely grab anything. And if you did, that'd just mean I'd have more of you to adore. And the length of the dress plus the shoes makes me look like a gnome next to you. So stop this pity party because, as the cool kids say nowadays Zona, you look swag," she said with a beaming smile and did fingers guns in the mirror to the blonde.
Arizona laughed and tilted her head backwards to kiss the brunette's cheek. "Sofia has a terrible influence on you," she said playfully. "Thank you. I needed that," she squeezed Amelia's arms and walked out of the embrace. She was going to grab her lipstick when her eyes finally landed on Amelia.
She was so focused having her own little breakdown that she hadn't really paid attention to Amelia's outfit.
"Fuck me."
The neurosurgeon chuckled at the reaction and span on herself, lightheartedly showing off her suit. "You like?" she asked with a smirk that made Arizona's knees weaken a bit.
"I-uh, I do," she let her eyes roam up and down, shamelessly checking her out. "I didn't know you owned a suit."
"I bought it a few days ago when I went shopping with Owen. I thought tonight might be a good night to wear this bad boy. You know, gotta try to match up my girl," she winked at the pediatric surgeon who blushed.
"And what happened to your hair?"
"Had it cut. It was getting way too long. Whaddaya think?"
"I think we should skip dinner so we can stay here and have dessert all night long."
Amelia chuckled. "I'm afraid we can't. What kind of a gentlewoman would I be if I didn't try to woo you by eating messily, staining this brand new white shirt and ending up looking like a goof for the rest of our date?"
"You don't need to do that. I already know you're a dork, sweetie," Arizona teased playfully.
"Asshole," Amelia whined and swatted at Arizona's arm.
They had gone to a nice restaurant and Amelia had been acting even more chivalrous than usual, opening doors for Arizona and walking behind her with a protective and reassuring hand on her lower back. Thankfully, the brunette had managed to find her mouth at every forkful, a fact she was probably more proud of than she should ever be for such a simple daily task.
After having paid, the neurosurgeon held the door for Arizona to walk out into the night. It was still relatively warm and the sun was barely settling down, the sky blooming out into thousand of pastel like colors.
"Do you want to go for a walk? The sun is still up and it's not that cold yet," the brunette offered as she laced her arm with the blonde's.
"I'd like that," she replied with a wide smile.
As they strolled through a nearby park, they could see the animal kingdom coming alive as the night was slowly falling. A bunny there, a squirrel here, some dragonflies… However after a few minutes of walking, Amelia could sense something was wrong.
"Are you okay? We've been walking slower and slower. I fear if we slow down again, we'll just be standing there," she asked to Arizona, concerned.
Arizona smiled, but the neurosurgeon could see she was hiding some pain. "Yes."
Amelia stopped her tracks and raised her eyebrows. "And the truth now?"
"They're new shoes," she mumbled out with a sigh.
"Why didn't you tell me so earlier? I would have never suggested a walk."
"I didn't know they were going to hurt that bad. We took a cab to come so I didn't really walk."
"I'm sorry," the brunette apologized, feeling a little guilty even though technically she knew it wasn't her fault.
"It's alright baby, just a little painful." Her foot felt like she was walking on millions of glass shards with each new step but she didn't want Amelia to feel bad so she minimized her pain. "I didn't say anything because I'm really enjoying our walk," that much was true, the blonde looped her arms around Amelia's neck and her fingers played with the baby hair she found there.
"Me too," the neurosurgeon kissed Arizona, her tongue gliding against her bottom lip, asking for access.
Arizona quickly responded and pulled her into an intense kiss. She gave as good as the other woman was giving her, tenderness bursting through their every moves. The pediatric surgeon broke it off, slightly out of breath and leaned her forehead against the other woman's, not quite ready to let go yet.
"I have an idea!"
The blonde raised an eyebrow in curiosity and impatiently waited to see what trick Amelia had up her sleeve this time. The brunette turned around, offering her back to the blonde with her arms bent backwards.
"Hop on?" Amelia asked.
"What? No! Are you crazy?" her eyes popped out as she understood what the neurosurgeon was suggesting.
Amelia turned back around, her hands on her hips with a lopsided grin on her lips. "I'm wounded. I'll have you know that Sofia says I'm an excellent piggyback ride giver."
"Of course, she does! She's six, weighs 55 lbs and pretty much thinks you and I hang the moon every night."
"Well, lucky you there's no age limit for piggyback rides and you're like, 130 lbs all soaked up and with a meal in. Me and my arms muscles can handle you."
"Uh-uh," Arizona shook her head. "No way."
"Come on, what fool would I be not to help such a beautiful damsel in distress?" she flirted with a smirk and gently pushed a few strands of blonde hair behind Arizona's ear. She could see Arizona's hesitance so she added, "Don't you want me to be your princess charming?" She asked with a small pout, puckering her bottom lip out.
Arizona scoffed nonchalantly in order to hide the fact that Amelia's childishness was making her feel like she was on top of the world right now. "Fine, you win."
"Yeah! High-five!" Amelia extended her hand and she looked damn excited, it was impossible for Arizona not to grin and high-five her.
"You're a dork," the blonde said as she climbed onto Amelia's back nonetheless.
The brunette's securely wrapped her arms under Arizona's knees. "Yeah, but you chose me so you don't really get to complain now. It's too late to give me back, after sales service's closed," Amelia joked and she could hear Arizona's soft giggles into her ear.
"Would they even take you back anyway?" Arizona joked back sarcastically.
Amelia stopped walking immediately. "You know, insulting the chariot while you're riding isn't the brightest idea."
Arizona bent forwards and kissed her temple. "Kiddin' baby. I'd have to be insane to ever let you go."
"You would," Amelia affirmed confidently. "I'm quite a catch. You would be miserable without me," she teased.
"I truly would," the blonde replied, the light playful teasing now gone from her tone, instead replaced by vulnerability and affection.
Not really knowing how to respond to such a declaration and still being taken aback by the spontaneity, Amelia felt her cheeks getting warm and she softly squeezed the other woman's thighs. They finished their walk slowly, talking quietly and taking in the beautiful landscape surrounding them.
"So, my place or yours?" Amelia asked with a goofy smile and wiggled her eyebrows as she was setting Arizona down.
The pediatric surgeon chuckled and simply took the brunette's hand in hers instead of replying and started to walk back home.
"Are you sure you're gonna be alright walking back home?" Amelia asked, still concerned for Arizona's well being. "We can hail a cab or I can carry you if you wanna."
Arizona stopped on her tracks and looked Amelia in the eyes, "As much as I find your caring extremely sweet, this has to stop. It's just shoes, I've been through worst. And I don't want to take a cab or you to keep ruining your back or anything. I just want to enjoy a nice walk with you by my side and your hand in mine," she gave her hand a squeeze.
The neurosurgeon gave her a little smile and kissed the back of her hand. "Fine. But will you at least let me land you my blazer? You're shivering."
Arizona shrugged. She wasn't that cold yet but she could use the protective layer from the wind. "Sure."
Amelia shrugged off the fabric and held it up so Arizona could slip it on easily. The brunette's perfume then enveloped her and she felt her heart skip a beat at the feeling of protectiveness that invaded her.
"You look cute."
When they arrived home, the first thing Arizona did was toeing off her shoes and she let out a big sigh of relief as her foot settled against the fresh wooden floor.
"You alright there?" Amelia teased.
"Perfect now," Arizona replied.
"Come on. Let's get out of these fancy clothes and put comfy PJ's on," she playfully swatted the other woman's butt and went to their bathroom while Arizona went to her bedroom.
The pediatric surgeon was having trouble unzipping her dress on her own though so she called out for Amelia. The brunette poked her head out of the bathroom, her face was smeared with her night cream on her cheeks, Indian style, and toothpaste was all over her mouth area, her toothbrush sticking out.
"What?" she asked, or at least Arizona assumed that was what she had asked since it was a mouthful with the toothpaste.
Arizona simply stared at her in awe. Here was Amelia, her beloved lover, still dressed all elegant and sexy-like, and yet still being so effortlessly her childish and dorky self. Her heart sank as she felt a warm wave run through her ribcage and a funny yet intimately familiar feeling settle in her belly.
Amelia was starting to become self-conscious as the other woman kept looking at her with dopey eyes but awfully silent.
"What?" she mumbled out again and toothpaste ran down towards her chin.
"Nothing. Just… You're awesome," she said lovingly.
Amelia frowned at her, confused by the sudden compliment, which was still welcomed and good to hear but unexpected. "Thanks. Do you actually have something to tell me or…?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Right! Would you unzip me please?"
Amelia nodded and walked up to her. The blonde presented her her back and took her hair out of the way by pushing it to one side. Fingertips grazed against the smooth skin of her neck before grabbing the zip and slowly dragging it down, the neurosurgeon's fingertips caressing the new revealed skin and making it tingle with shivers. Feeling devious, Amelia took her toothbrush out of her mouth and placed a kiss in between her lover's shoulder blades, toothpaste and all before sneaking away, giggling loudly.
"AMELIA!" Arizona span around quickly and followed the brunette.
She arrived too late though, the neurosurgeon had already locked the bathroom door. She decided to just let it slide and went back to the bedroom to put her pajamas on. She was playing on her phone when the brunette came back. Her eyes strained away from the screen and she found a make-up free Amelia, naked and ready for the night.
"Bathroom's free," she said as if nothing was wrong.
"You're the devil," Arizona replied grumpily, scrunching up her nose and furrowing her brows.
"You like me anyway," Amelia taunted with a smirk her as she crawled closer and closer until her lips found Arizona's and pulled her into a tender kiss.
Arizona pulled away and mumbled out against her lips. "Unfortunately yes," and pecked her before standing up to go to the bathroom.
When she got back, she jumped on the bed tiredly and burrowed her head in her pillow, loudly groaning into it. Amelia chuckled and Arizona eventually turned onto her side, some soreness transpiring onto her features.
Amelia kissed her forehead and leaped out of the bed. "Don't move, I'll be right back."
"I can assure you I have no intention of leaving this bed. Ever."
Amelia grabbed the massage oil from the bathroom cabinet and sat criss-cross at the foot off the bed and delicately grabbed Arizona's foot. Before the blonde could ask what was going on, her lover's fingers were glistening with oil and digging into her aching foot. She let out an involuntarily moan, in both surprise and pleasure.
"That bad, uh?" Amelia asked.
"I'm never putting these shoes on ever again. They're demon shoes."
They kept on for a while, sometimes talking, sometimes enjoying the comfortable silence surrounding them. Her foot massage done, Amelia went to wash her hands before sliding under the covers along Arizona.
"Thank you for tonight, I had an amazing time," Amelia confessed.
"Me too. Every time I have with you is an amazing time though," Arizona sweet-talked.
Amelia blushed ever so slightly, "Now you're just trying to get in my pants," she joked.
The brunette bent forward to meet Arizona in the middle and kissed her lips. She pulled back and both had a similar expression in their eyes, care and tenderness shining through them. Arizona's hand came up to stroke her cheek.
"I like you a lot, Amelia."
"I like you so much. I haven't felt this way in a long time," her eyes fell down.
The truthfulness and vulnerability happening verbally were making keeping eye contact impossible. She was afraid the feelings she was experiencing would show in her eyes and that Arizona would be able to discern every single one of them. She wasn't ready for the blonde to see them just yet.
The pediatric surgeon grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at her. She crashed her mouth roughly against hers in a frantic kiss. When she swiped her tongue against Amelia's bottom lip, it felt much more like a demand than asking permission, but the brunette welcomed her in anyway. A hand palmed her breast and almost instantly, a throaty groan made its way out. Amelia wasn't sure if it was hers or Arizona's though.
The blonde's lips ventured down her throat, vigorously assaulting the tender flesh there while her hand tormented her nipples in the most delectable way. She arched her back into the touch and her hand tangled into blonde locks, gently tugging mindlessly as Arizona's ministrations were amplifying.
Arizona slipped two fingers into her without much of a warning and set a quick pace right away, the palm of her hand meeting her engorged clit with each back and forth. Amelia rolled her hips, meeting her thrust for thrust and she came in a silent scream, her mouth hanging wide open as her whole body tensed up under the powerful exaltation of her climax cursing through each and every cell of her being. However, it only spurred Arizona on and instead of slowing down, she added another finger slowly yet surely inside of her.
"Holy fuck, Zona," Amelia cried out in delight and gripped the blonde's shoulder tighter, her knuckles turning white.
Once the pediatric surgeon was certain Amelia was comfortable, her hasty pace started yet again.
The brunette's hand traveled further south and gently pushed Arizona's limb up so she could get to her target. It didn't take long for Arizona to get the memo and her hips rocked forward in want. Amelia's hand met her clit into a hurried and demanding thirst that held promise of a fast and hard release.
Arizona broke the kiss with a throaty moan, her body a slave under her lover's touch. She could feel her inner tension increasing, her pulse was beating into her ears and hundreds of shivers were running all over her body. She would almost be ashamed of coming so close so fast if it wasn't for the fact that Amelia had been wearing a freaking suit all evening, torturing her from the other side of the table, and had been so damn chivalrous all night long. She was only human.
Arizona tried her best to keep up her pace and was apparently successful since only a few moments later, the neurosurgeon's whole body tensed up again, her eyes closed and mouth opened. Her fingers were trapped inside Amelia but she did her best to softly help her through it.
Barely had Amelia caught her breath, she hurriedly pushed the blonde onto her back, her eyes now two black pools, and fingers traveled furthered south. Just as she captured an erect nipple into her mouth, Arizona felt two fingers thrust into her assuredly.
Not expecting it, Arizona couldn't help the sounds coming out of her. "Oh-fuckinnnng shit Amelia."
Amelia peppered her way back up with kisses and when she reached bruised lips, she pecked them. Her free hand came to stroke the blonde's face tenderly.
"Shh, it's okay baby. I've got you. You can let go, I'm right here. We've got all the time in the world, I'm not going anywhere," she whispered in the shell of Arizona's ear and nibbled at her earlobe, knowing it to be an over-sensitive point for her.
"Holy fu-oh my God."
Amelia chuckled. "Now God seems a little excessive but I'll gladly take it."
"Shu-shut up and kiss me," the pediatric surgeon's tone was demanding and the brunette happily acted on her request.
A few moments later, Arizona was falling deep into oblivion with a guttural moan that Amelia was definitely going to store into her mental spanky bank for lonely nights. She slowed down her movements and eventually came to a stop before taking her fingers out and wiping them clean. Arizona whimpered at the lost of contact.
"You alright? You haven't opened your eyes yet," Amelia teased.
"Enjoying the wave," Arizona replied with her eyes still closed.
Her features were relaxed and her whole demeanor was screaming chill. In a few little words, she was glowing. Her hair was, if Amelia was honest, not a total mess but it had clearly suffered their intense sport session.
Arizona poked one eye open, alerted by the silence. "Quite staring at me you creepy creepo," she teased and softly elbowed the brunette in the ribs.
Amelia swiftly moved to hug her stomach and kissed it. Arizona's hand wandered into wild dark locks. "I'm allowed to be a little awestruck. It's the first time I get to not only look, but also touch a piece of art," she said sincerely and kissed her belly again.
Arizona was conflicted between blushing very hard or rolling her eyes at the cheesiness. The red rising to her cheeks did the choice for her. "Thanks. You're not too bad yourself," she said playfully.
Amelia's smile grew wider, and she shrugged, down-playing it. "I know," she said smugly.
This time, Arizona didn't hesitate to roll her eyes. She saw the neurosurgeon trying to hide a yawn and, after glancing at the clock, decided it was probably best to go to sleep. Arizona sat up and Amelia tilted her head up and puckered her lips, indicating she wanted a kiss which she was happily granted.
Finally cuddled up for the night, Arizona murmured sleepily. "Nigthy night babe."
"Sweet dreams," Amelia tightened her grip ever so slightly around the other woman's waist and placed a kiss into the mass of blonde hair in front of her but pulled back out almost instantly, struggling. "Ba-ba-ba."
The weird sounds alerted the pediatric surgeon. "What are you doing back there?"
"Trying to breathe. I think I just swallowed half of your hair."
Arizona chuckled. "So you decided to just spit all over it to get rid of it?" she teased.
"For survival! Would you rather I choke to death?"
Arizona laughed harder and laced her fingers with Amelia's. "You're such a drama queen," she kissed the back of the brunette's hand and snuggled back into the protective embrace.
Just before she fell asleep, Arizona heard Amelia mumble out. "Naked good. You should sleep naked more. Me likey a lot."
When the doorbell rang around three AM, neither Amelia nor Arizona was happy about it. Amelia started to get up but Arizona forced her back into the bed since the neurosurgeon had just come back from work about an hour ago. She grabbed her crutches and sleepily made her way to the front door. When she opened it, she was quite surprised to find Owen on the other side.
He looked at her sheepishly and he nervously scratched the back of his head when he saw her. Arizona could tell he had come directly from the hospital, he was still reeking of disinfectant and blood. Judging by his look and the hour, Arizona was almost certain to know why he was here.
"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you. Is Amelia home?"
His tone was lifeless and tired.
"Of course," she forced a sleepy smile on her face. She knew he must feel in pretty bad shape to disturb them at this hour and she didn't want him to think that he was being an inconvenience. She knew firsthand how hard it was to reach out for help when you were panicking, so Arizona wanted to do her best to make him feel welcome when he was in need, just like Owen was always doing for Amelia. "Come on in. Make yourself comfortable, I'll go get her," she said softly.
Back into their bedroom, she wasn't surprised to find Amelia fast asleep. She sat on the edge of the bed and softly shook her shoulder.
"Baby, wake up," she cooed.
The brunette buried herself further into her pillow and kept her eyes closed. "What is it?" she mumble-asked sleepily.
"Owen's here. He seems pretty… distressed," she ended up wording after a pause.
"Mmh-mmh," Amelia complained grumpily but sat up nevertheless. The neurosurgeon rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and kissed Arizona sweetly. "Go back to sleep honey, I know you're tired. I've got him."
"You sure?"
"I'm sure," she kissed her again and got up, throwing on a tee-shirt and panties before joining the trauma surgeon.
The redhead was sitting on the couch, looking as awkward and uncomfortable as he could. Amelia fixed herself a yogurt along with a spoon and plopped down next to him. She turned the TV on, sound on low as to not disturb the pediatric surgeon.
"Want one?" she offered.
Owen just shook his head. Ten minutes into whatever shitty show was playing on the TV screen, Owen eventually started to talk.
"Rachel Shelly. 36 years old. Came in after a car accident. Drunk driver drove straight into the driver's side of her car," he let out a big sigh. Whatever he was going to tell her was obviously bringing bad memories back to the surface. "Her left side was almost entirely broken bones and she was blocked into her car for quite a while since the paramedic couldn't figure out how to evacuate her properly without injuring her more. She came in, in excruciating pain, and-," his eyes started to swell up so the brunette took his hand, silently encouraging him to take as much time as he needed and letting him know she was here. "And she looked exactly like my-my Megan. Brunette, long wavy brown hair, beautiful kind face. She-she kept on screaming and screaming," a few tears rolled down his cheeks and his voice broke. "She wouldn't stop. And I-I froze, I couldn't do anything. Because for a moment, I'm back in Iraq and all I can hear is Megan screaming and screaming. I can smell the gunpowder and I can feel the dryness in the air and I can hear Megan yelling for help. Yelling for her life and-and I froze, I just stood there. I couldn't move."
By now, the brunette was hugging the trauma surgeon with all she had, trying to comfort him as much as she could but knowing that it'd never be enough. Nothing was ever good enough. So, they talked and they cried and they hugged and they hurt until the pain lessened, until they felt like they could breathe again.
Amelia could feel Owen's tears soaking her pajama's top, his ragged breath prickling the skin of her neck, and the way he hugged her like a baby boy hugging his mama broke her heart in half.
"It's okay, you're okay. I've got you," she said.
She kept on whispering sweet nothings and rocked them softly until she felt the redhead calm down. Eventually he let go of her, looking grateful and less anxious than he did before.
Amelia squeezed his hand reassuringly and gave him a tissue, "Feel any better?"
"Yeah, thanks," he said, visibly embarrassed.
"Anytime, Owen," she smiled confidently, not wanting him to feel inadequate. "I'm going to get you a towel and some pajamas. You're in dear need of a shower, you're like a walking hospital my friend," she joked to diffuse the tension.
The neurosurgeon grabbed the necessities and handed them over to the redhead.
"Thanks", he said.
"You're welcome."
"Guest room is first door on the right, isn't it?" Owen asked.
Amelia frowned at him, confused. "Yeah, but you're not sleeping there."
"I'm not?" the redhead's eyebrows shot up.
"No. You're sleeping with us," Amelia argued, as if it was evident.
"Us?"
"Zona and me. I'm not letting you sleep on your own when you're feeling down like this and just went through a panic attack. You could have night terrors. I'm not crazy enough to let you sleep alone."
Owen laughed nervously. Barely had he opened his mouth to say something that Amelia cut him off.
"I don't wanna hear it," she said seriously and pointed her index at him. "You're not sleeping in the guest room."
The brunette walked away before Owen could argue any further. She let the bedroom door semi-opened and climbed back under the covers to spoon the other woman. Soon enough, the blonde squirmed back into the safe embrace the neurosurgeon was offering her. Arizona could hear the shower running.
"Owen 'kay?" she asked sleepily.
"He's going to. He's staying the night."
"Army?"
"Megan. Don't worry about it honey, I've got him. Go back to sleep," she said and kissed the back of her neck.
Arizona was woken up again ten minutes later when she felt the mattress dig. Alarmed, she asked, "Amelia?"
"S'okay baby. Just Owen."
"Oh, okay," she answered mechanically before she could think about it.
But then, it hit her that Owen was here. In her bed. With them, both of them. She knew Amelia and Owen sometimes slept together, just like she sometimes did with April. That much wasn't new. Amelia and Owen would both get a better night of sleep out of it and as long as the redhead kept his hands to himself, Arizona didn't give flying fuck. And sure, it wasn't the first time the neurosurgeon and Owen were bunking up since both women had started dating.
But they always slept Amelia's room. All three of them bunking up? That was new. It left her feeling a little weird about it but she decided to trust her lover and pushed the feeling aside, knowing the trauma surgeon was here for a good reason.
"I slept with Owen," was the first thing Arizona said to April when she spotted her the very next day.
"I beg your pardon?" the ginger asked, and if Arizona wasn't so preoccupied by the fact that Owen had slept with her, she would have mocked her hilarious friend's shocked face.
"Well, technically Amelia and I slept with Owen. But still, it's basically the same thing. We shared a bed. My bed," she shuddered. "Do you know how awkward it is to wake up and have a man in your bed?"
April raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Yes, I'm quite familiar with the concept, Robbins," she teased.
Arizona rolled her eyes. "You know what I meant. I felt like the third wheel of a threesome I did not agree to be a part of."
April chuckled. "What happened?"
"Hunt showed up at like, three AM, he wasn't feeling great so Amelia just decided to invite him for a sleepover."
"Oh come on, it was nice of her. You know her and Hunt have this weird friendship bond," April rationalized.
"I know but still," Arizona whined. "And of course, I can't say anything to Amelia because she's just being nice and helping him. And I want to help him too. But have you seen him? He's tall and broad, he takes a lot of space!"
"Now you're just being a hypocrite. Almost every time we're drunk, we end up sleeping in your bed and starfishing."
"I know. I'm just cranky and I needed to vent," she whined and then it hit her right in the face. "Oh my god April, I'm Derek."
"Care to explain this one?" April looked at her suspiciously, trying to figure out what her friend was saying.
"You remember when Christina was still here? She used to sleep over at Sheperd's a lot with them. I'm Derek, and Amelia is Meredith and Owen is Christina." Then she muttered under her breath, "I'm turning into Derek," and walked away, still in shock at her discovery.
Alex gave his chart to the nurse next to April.
"Just crossed Robbins. Is everything okay? She looks like she just saw a ghost."
"Yeah, she just realized she's Derek," the trauma surgeon explained.
Alex looked at her weirdly. "Do I even want to know?"
April scrunched her nose. "You really don't."