A/N: Title is from the Kahlil Gibran quote: "If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were."
Chapter One
June 2nd, 2018
Small butterflies that danced across the fabric of Sofia's small purple carryon suitcase and glimmered in the sterile lighting of the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport were the sole focus of Arizona's attention. Her breath was uneven as her mind fraught with anxieties. She noticed every detail that her shaky eyes could perceive of the small decals to distract herself from her racing mind. It had been several years since the plane crash that turned Arizona's life on its head, and the idea of flying had still not grown much more appealing.
With a deep sigh, Arizona's eyes lifted off of the luggage sitting on the ground and surveyed her surroundings once more. Sofia was scrunched awkwardly in the chair beside her with her head cocked to rest on the armrest ,a manner that sent a small smile across Arizona's face as she couldn't understand how it was comfortable for the seven year old. She looked up and saw her small ghastly reflection in the window that outlooked upon a dark Seattle skyline illuminated by the nightlife flooding the dark sky with light. Without realizing, her leg began to bounce anxiously and alerted from the movement, Sofia lifted up her head groggily and scrunched her brow in the exact way that her ex-wife did. Her ex-wife that she would be uprooting her life and moving to a new city across the country for.
This entire experience was completely draining on Arizona, emotionally and physically. Not only was the anticipation of actually flying looming heavily on Arizona's mind, the actual idea of airports freaked her out. Going through airport security with a prosthetic leg felt awful; Arizona was asked to step aside and was fully patted down, it felt incredibly invasive and Arizona cringed at the memory of every time someone touched her prosthetic. Even with Callie, having her touch her prosthetic felt so unbelievably vulnerable and intimate, and she fully despised the occasion of being felt up in the middle of airport security by a stranger while her sleepy seven-year-old daughter stood nearby. In addition to the complete vulnerability that Arizona avoided at all costs with all aspects of her life, her day had been particularly physically exhausting. It had been a long day, last minute packing, Jo and Alex's wedding, and the grueling journey within the surprisingly large airport in which every step grew more painful.
Every scenario, every "what if" rushed through her mind at overwhelming speeds. Since losing Callie, Arizona refused to show any vulnerability, any weakness. Fears coursed through her at unprecedented rates, her eyes shifted wildly around the tidy waiting area of the airport gate. The discomfort of her experiences through security weighed heavy. What if that happens again? What if the plane crashes? What if Sofia isn't happy in New York? However, one of the most troubling questions for Arizona was that of, will Callie be able to tell I'm scared?
She felt incredibly stupid for mulling any more time entertaining the thought. Callie knew and understood Arizona to a fault, but Arizona could no longer show weakness to Callie. The most sensitive issues that they had discussed in depth as a couple were used against her in the battle for the custody of their daughter. Every insecurity was preyed upon, and Arizona could not risk that pain again.
Sofia lazily blinked up at her mother before relaxing into Arizona's side and closed her eyes once more. A small smile overcame Arizona's face and she lightly wrapped her arm around Sofia and she felt some of her anxiety dissipate.
A notification on her phone captured Arizona's attention, she looked down and her face lit up.
Let me know if you need a distraction before take off. You've got this, Arizona. —Callie
Arizona smiled widely and unlocked her phone to reply. Another survey of the room sent another rush of anxiety through her.
I'd like that distraction now please. —Arizona
She quickly replied.
Any topic in particular? —Callie
Anything, Callie, anything. —Arizona
The Capitals beat the Golden Knights tonight —Callie
No sports, Callie. —Arizona
Arizona rolled her eyes and smiled at the mention of some sports team, that, to be honest, Arizona wasn't sure what sport the Capitals and the Golden Knights were.
How's the little girl that I'm guessing is passed out across you? —Callie
Arizona smiled and looked down at her daughter, she brought one hand to Sofia's cheek and gently brushed her fingers across.
She's good. She's very excited to see you :) —Arizona
I'm excited to see you two, too. There might even be a candy bar waiting for Sofia :) —Callie
Aww, is there anything for the person that has to carry her on and off the plane? —Arizona
There's some old pizza in the fridge you are welcome to —Callie
Thanks Callie :/ —Arizona
Sofia began to stir in her sleep, her lip curling in the same way her other mother's did and the same stoic look plastered across her sleeping face. Suddenly, Arizona took a second to remember why she was doing this. To remember that her family, her Callie and her Sofia, were the reason she was making this sacrifice. Several more texts about monotonous topics were strategically sent from Callie to distract her ex-wife who at the current moment was dreading boarding a plane.
Crap, we're boarding now, ok, um, see you in five hours then —Arizona
I'll be there to pick you up. I can't wait to see you! You've got this, Arizona! :) —Callie
Arizona gently woke the sleeping girl and grabbed the handle of the larger of the two suitcases and reluctantly grabbed the smaller one once Sofia made it clear that she was not going to pull her own luggage. Sofia walked sluggishly next to Arizona as they slowly made their way in through the crowd of people to the passenger boarding bridge that connected the gate to the airplane.
Once they arrived at their seats, Sofia woke up further as she excitedly peered out the small window of the airplane. Once the plane began to taxi, Arizona closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on her breath. Noticing a difference with her mother, Sofia turned toward Arizona and they shared a small smile.
"Are you okay, Mama?" Her voice was small and contained a residual grogginess.
Arizona took a moment, awkwardly shifting her face before she smiled faintly at her daughter. She leaned over and kissed the top of Sofia's dark hair. "Yeah, little miss, I'm okay." She smiled to reassure her daughter that she was actually alright, however Sofia still looked at her cautiously. "Do you have your book with you?" Arizona said changing the subject off of her obvious discomfort on the airplane, and partially because in this moment she needed another hearty reminder.
"Mhm." she mumbled in agreeance and pulled out a brightly colored thin chapter book with a generic adventurer on the cover. Sofia rambled over confusing plot points of her adventure book that Arizona could barely understand, however she managed to focus on Sofia's words while the plane took off.
She knew her gait was growing in awkwardness and she also knew that Callie would notice once she saw her. Ow, ow. She thought rhythmically with every step, her leg had become increasingly sore over the course of the five hour flight. She sat there with the uncomfortable collection of plastic and metal fastened to her limb and she noticed every inch of flesh that the prosthetic interacted.
Sofia quickly succumbed to sleep on the plane, and sensing her mother's discomfort, she leaned closer to Arizona which certainly did help soothe some of her many anxieties.
The two of them had just collected their luggage from baggage claim and were working their way over to the departure doors area where Callie said she would be.
Of what she could see through the sparse windows of the back end of the airport, the sky was ominously dark. She looked down at her phone to check the time, 2:32 AM EST, but for the Seattle residents, it felt like an uncomfortable time of night. Why Arizona decided to take herself and her child on a red-eye flight from coast to coast was besides her, but it was over, they were in New York.
Sofia's moods shifted rapidly; she slept like the dead on the plane and sluggishly walked next to her mother off of the plane, however, since claiming their luggage she perked up with an unimaginable energy for Sofia at 2:30 AM. Arizona, receiving no sleep on the plane, sat there painfully awake in the darkened cabin, occasionally roughly poking and prodding at her leg situated above the prosthetic trying any method to soothe the searing pain.
Arizona yawned hugely, shutting her eyes for an extra moment to see if that remedied any drowsiness.
She opened her eyes and Sofia was no longer right by her side, she looked down to see the butterfly covered luggage abandoned at her feet. Arizona opened her mouth to holler for her daughter but as her eyes shifted up, she witnessed the sight of her daughter rushing off towards her ex-wife who stood maybe fifty feet away. Arizona stopped all of her movements and watched as Callie engulfed the small girl in her strong arms.
Arizona couldn't stop a sigh of relief, she felt tense muscles relax slightly and she felt the tangled mess of her thoughts and worries slowly begin to unwind. She smiled a small, relaxed grin as she took in the sight of her ex-wife and her daughter. Arizona looked down and fumbled with her luggage handle as well as the one of her daughter's that she had abandoned. She awkwardly maneuvered the cumbersome suitcases with her eyes on the floor. She only looked up as she heard a voice approaching. The voice she could never forget.
"Sofia, did you leave Mama with all your luggage?" Callie lightly scolded.
Arizona looked up with widened eyes and a slightly open mouth. Callie stood maybe a yard away at this point and met Arizona's gaze with a small smile. Sofia stood next to her other mother with a large grin.
The two women, engrossed in each other's eyes stood in silence. Arizona lumberingly pushed the hair that had fallen in front of her face to behind her ear. Her attempts to suppress any vulnerability in her eyes were abandoned, and Callie saw right through her exterior into the crux of her being. Those brown eyes staring deep into her blue ones looked at her the way that was so familiar and yet Arizona tried to shake these thoughts from her mind. The tiredness had vanished from her body.
"Hey." Arizona breathed with a sigh.
"Hi." Callie said with a smile. A tugging on her shirt by Sofia caught her attention. "Ready to go, Sofia?"
Sofia just nodded with a large smile. "Get your luggage, Sof." Callie instructed. Arizona bit the inside of her cheek slightly as warmth spread throughout her. With the glance that Callie shot Arizona, she knew that Callie had sensed her discomfort. Slight embarrassment coursed through her as she was essentially exposed to her ex-wife, exposed to the person who she caused great pain, the person who caused her great pain all while also being the person she had trusted and loved the most.
Callie reached out for the handle of the small suitcase, her hand quickly brushing against Arizona's which made Arizona quickly flinch and avert her eyes away. She fumbled with her own carry-on and her additional checked luggage once more before securing her grips on both of the handles.
Without saying a word, Callie gently handed the small suitcase over to her daughter and she wrapped her hand around the checked luggage that Arizona was dealing with. As Arizona's eyes scanned the sleek interior of the LaGuardia Airport, her mind remembered the throbbing pain shooting through her amputated limb. She breathed loudly and shifted her weight between her feet in discomfort.
Arizona felt Callie's eyes on her but did her best to ignore it. The three of them quietly made their way out of the airport and toward Callie's car that was pulled up to the sidewalk. Even at an absurd time of night, New York City was bustling.
Sofia rambled about the adventures to come with both of her mothers in New York. "Mami, can I show Mama my room?" She asked excitedly.
Callie looked up with a smile to Arizona who laughed softly. "Of course, mija, but not tonight."
Sofia pouted in a way that was very much Arizona, Callie chuckled at the similarities.
For the rest of the short walk, Callie entertained the conversation with Sofia in order to relieve Arizona of that responsibility, but Callie deeply missed her little girl so it was not a considerable inconvenience. While her attention remained mostly on her daughter, she kept looking up to check on Arizona and she noticed with every other step she winced.
"Here, let me." She said softly as her hand drifted onto the handgrip for the suitcase dragging behind Arizona.
"No, it's ok." Arizona squeaked, keeping her eyes forward.
Callie tilted her head, signalling she saw right through it and with that Arizona pouted and let go of the suitcase, allowing Callie to take two of the three suitcases.
"Thanks." She said meekly.
"Don't worry about it." Callie said with a small reassuring smile as they exited the terminal doors. Arizona watched as the light of the city fell perfect upon Callie's silhouette.
"Mami, can we show Mama the donut shop we always go to?" She begged.
"Sure, we can." Callie replied. Arizona smiled at how easily her daughter and ex-wife interacted, and how easily being back together with both of them felt much more manageable than expected.
They reached Callie's Audi Q5 and unlocked the car, taking the small suitcase from Sofia and loading the extremely talkative girl into the backseat.
Callie and Arizona travelled to the back of the car and Callie popped the hatchback open. Arizona rested herself against the side of the car as Callie began to load the luggage in. Sofia peeked her head over the backseat and rested her chin there as she continued to ramble.
"Kiddo, get yourself buckled." Callie said, resulting in a dramatic sigh from Sofia as she turned around and got herself situated.
"Is she gonna sleep at all tonight?" Callie joked after she shut the back of the car.
Arizona looked up with a small smile, but Callie could see the pain in her expression.
"Are you ok?" Callie asked.
Arizona all out ignored the question, "I know you think I'm perky but I'm not that perky." She forced a laugh.
Callie frowned. "Arizona." She said lowly, not letting up.
Arizona backed down her stare and turned to face away from Callie. "Hmm, look who's asleep." She pointed to the tired out seven-year-old who was passed out with her mouth hanging slightly open.
Callie smiled a little when she looked at her knocked out daughter, but she quickly returned her stare aimed at Arizona.
Arizona looked up, and confessing in a childlike manner, she shrugged dramatically, "I'm ok."
"Ok." Callie said quietly, choosing to let it go and believe her, although she could see that Arizona was in pain, she always could.
The two of them travelled on opposite sides of the car, Callie climbing into the driver's seat and Arizona into the passenger's seat.
The car screens lit up after Callie turned on the vehicle. Callie quietly navigated out of the maze-like airport traffic. Soft snores emerged from the backseat which crept two small smiles on the two adults' faces.
About ten minutes later they drove across the Robert F. Kennedy Bridge and Arizona's eyes surveyed the city skyline. "It's beautiful." She said quietly. While she meant it about the view of the city basted in the glow of the bustling nature of New York, a rush of heat came to her cheeks, worried that in some small capacity she might've not been referring to the skyline alone.
Callie just looked over and smiled, she knew Arizona was sacrificing a lot to move to New York and that compliment of the city eased some of Callie's own worries about Arizona moving to New York. Having Sofia and Arizona in her car with her, soothed Callie, she listened to the soft charming snores from the backseat and Arizona's presence alone calmed her. She noticed the way it felt being around Arizona, she felt like she could breathe better than she ever could and the tension that had taken up residency in Callie's muscles relaxed. Arizona seemed so different and yet so safe and familiar, she was still the Arizona she knew, however she wasn't Callie's anymore, she was her own's.
The agony and heartache that had transpired in their lives in Seattle was not at the front of their minds, they each still held scars of the painful events that superseded, but right now, those didn't matter.
Callie and Arizona didn't do small talk, at least not with each other. Randomly, Arizona blurted out, "Jo kissed me today."
Callie looked over with an incredulous yet somewhat concerned look. "What?"
Really the day Arizona had just lived through was much more eventful than being kissed by her mentee's now wife, but for some reason this was what she chose to bring up.
Arizona laughed at Callie's scrunched face, "She got the minimally invasive surgery fellowship at Mass Gen and was really excited about it, I guess." Arizona explained with a small chuckle.
Callie pouted slightly, "I liked Jo in ortho." She dully said.
"Me too." Arizona shrugged. The two gossiped more about the news at Grey Sloan, although Arizona had already told Callie most of it.
"I might've also hounded Alex about creating a perfect wedding day."
Callie looked over with her mouth slightly open.
Arizona's face flushed slightly, she hadn't meant to say that, or at least with such ease. "I might've explained that today had to be perfect so that they could look back and realize they always had that one perfect day." Arizona rambled.
Callie let out a small chuckle. She didn't speak but they both knew the other was thinking about their wedding day, their beautiful wedding day.
"I asked him if he was nervous, and explained that, you know, he shouldn't be nervous, but truthfully, I was nervous." She stuttered.
Callie let out a bigger laugh and then quickly covered her mouth after realizing the sound might've woken up their sleeping daughter, Arizona laughed. "What are you laughing at?" Callie said defensively.
"You thought you could wake her up?" Arizona said laughing even harder, sleep had crept in and was clearly affecting her current mental capacity and her ability to think rationally or react appropriately denatured rapidly with the lack of sleep.
"She just fell asleep, she's had a long day, I didn't want to disturb her." Callie defended. "Speaking of," she said, switching the subject as she pulled the car into the basement garage of her apartment building, "When was the last time you slept?"
"Callie." Arizona grumbled.
Callie continued, her eyes focusing on parking the car in her spot, but her voice was soft and non accusatory, "I know you didn't sleep on the plane, Arizona." Her voice was quiet, but pierced through Arizona's facade.
Arizona barely looked over and made eye contact with Callie. Callie parked the car and turned it off, looking over at Arizona, refusing to back down.
"Ok." Callie lightly conceded. Callie quietly got out and opened Sofia's door to reveal a still soundly sleeping girl with her black hair messily draped over her stoic face.
Callie peered her back through the front door. "Please come upstairs." She said quietly.
Arizona scoffed slightly. "Callie." She said softly again, her eyes fell from Callie's.
Callie tilted her head in a plea. Arizona sat there still for a moment, Callie remained motionless as well, continuing to watch Arizona.
Eventually, Callie gave up, she sighed softly, realizing any further attempts to help her would be outright dismissed by her incredibly stubborn ex-wife.
She closed the driver's door and proceeded to gently unbuckle Sofia and wrap her arms around her. Sofia's upper body collapsed into Callie's upper chest, she felt her gently snuggle into her Mami's arms.
After Callie's revelation that arguing with Arizona further to try and coax her into coming upstairs would be completely ineffective, she decided to just carry her daughter upstairs.
"Wait." She heard the feminine voice from the opposite side of the car. She heard a door shut and the sound of shuffling feet approaching.
Callie turned around to see Arizona meekly coming towards her, her eyes avoided Callie's completely and instead placed her focus on gnawing on the inside of her cheek. As Arizona got closer the dark circles under her eyes were even more obvious under the bright lights of the parking garage.
They made it up to Callie's floor, Arizona lagging behind her ex-wife and daughter the entire trip, placing a generous distance between the two of them in the elevator while they rode in silence, besides the occasional clearing of the throat.
Callie fumbled with her keys while she managed to hold Sofia in her arms, she fiddled it into the lock and nudged the door open.
Arizona's tired eyes took Callie's apartment. The sightline went straight through and the window framed the breathing taking view of the city. A few large architectural beams girdled the large window as well as a large diagonal beam spanning the entirety of the window. The two women stepping into Callie's apartment, entering a tidy kitchen, well, tidy in Callie's mind, for Arizona, however, she could still find a dish or two in the sink and a few crumbs scattering the counter.
"I'm going to go put her to bed." Callie said softly.
"I'll come." Arizona said quickly.
Arizona met Calle's sad, pleading eyes, and the constant pain of her leg resting in the socket of her prosthetic throbbed with a higher ferocity. Arizona solemnly nodded and walked the step closer to Callie to press a kiss on her daughter's cheek.
Callie disappeared up the stairs and Arizona's eyes further scanned the apartment, if you could call it an apartment, as she walked further in, she realized how tall the ceilings were and how largely the space expanded. Arizona slowly made her way over to the white sectional couch in the living room, she winced with every step of her left leg. She grunted in pain quietly.
Arizona plopped herself onto the sectional, she spotted a blanket nearby and pulled that closer. She couldn't take the pain anymore, she pried off her pants, fighting with the skinny leg around her prosthetic. She moaned in pain as she tugged at her prosthetic until it finally freed her swollen stump.
She rather haphazardly rested her prosthetic onto the side of the couch, and she covered her lap with the close blanket just as Callie had walked down the stairs.
Her eyelids grew heavier and a loud yawn escaped her mouth, she looked up to see that Callie had situated herself with a respectful distance on the couch as well. Callie saw the propped up leg on the couch and smiled gently, grateful.
Callie sighed and took a moment to close her eyes and relax into the back of the couch.
The two sat in silence, reveling in their mutual relaxation that had overcome the two of them.
Arizona's eyes flew open softly. She studied Callie's relaxed face and smiled.
"You said something about leftover pizza?" Arizona's voice was small and childlike.
Callie opened her eyes and met Arizona's tired blue ones. She smiled. Callie quickly shuffled her way over to the kitchen and made her way back with a pizza box and some napkins. A second trip brought two wine glasses and a bottle of white over to the small glass coffee table that sat in front of the long side of the sectional.
Arizona smiled, noticing the specific brand of white wine was her favorite, knowing full well that Callie knew that too.
Careful to keep the blanket drawn over her lap, Arizona lazily reached over and grabbed a slice of pizza and Callie did the same, she sat down closer than before but still left a pregnant distance. The atmosphere was relaxed and easy, maybe it was the lack of sleep taking over her, but Arizona felt astonishingly relaxed here in this NYC apartment with Callie.
A few mere minutes and a slice or two more scarfed down by each of them, they were wiping their mouths of the pizza sauce residue. After a hearty gulp of wine, Callie paused and looked over at Arizona, Arizona's eyes stared back.
Callie was about to speak but was at a loss for words. What do you say to your ex-wife who just uprooted her own life for the sake of their family?
Becoming a bit restless at the silence encompassing them, Arizona opened her mouth to speak, "It's a nice place." Her eyes scanned the room once more, taking note especially of a framed photo resting on the television console, the same photo she had back in her home in Seattle, smiling faces plastered across Mark, Callie, and Arizona while they held a newborn Sofia.
Callie smiled at the compliment but didn't know what else to add. Arizona's chest felt as if all the oxygen was sucked from her lungs as her eyes looked the picture over and over. The corners of her mouth indecisively shifted.
"I love that picture." Callie added after a pause.
"Me too." Arizona's small voice spoke, both of their eyes were locked on the same picture.
Aided by the influence of alcohol, the following hour was filled with laughter; a sleep deprived Arizona mixed with a tipsy Arizona, was certainly an amusing sight for Callie. In the current moment, neither was sure what they were laughing at.
Arizona's face contorted oddly as she grunted and leaned forward towards the bottle of wine to pour herself some more.
"No." Callie said lazily, reaching out and batting Arizona's hands away. Arizona pouted.
"Callie…" Arizona growled through her sullen look. "Give me it." She whined.
"No." Callie's eyes slackly blinked and a frown appeared on her face.
"Imma have to deal with Nicole sleepin' with ev'ryone here in New York you can let me have more booze." She mewled.
"Fine." Callie conceded with a pouty expression of her own, she pushed the bottle of wine back toward Arizona and like a moth to a flame her hands swiftly wrapped about the neck of the bottle, pulling it closer. Her smile was delicious and an almost maniacal laugh erupted from her mouth.
She continued to mumble incoherently as she sloppily flooded the glass with additional liquid.
"We should make cookies!" Arizona said brilliantly, she raised her hand into the sky and beamed a large smile.
"What?" Callie said, her voice groggier than Arizona's and contained less remnants of the effects of alcohol than Arizona's. Arizona always was a lightweight in comparison to Callie, but Callie enjoyed being able to witness an intoxicated Arizona before intoxication took over herself. Drunk Arizona had a few offshoots, a loopy Arizona that Callie dubbed 'the comedian,' a completely discombobulated Arizona that often spent the night in tears and making broad revelations that she believed could change the world, and Callie's favorite in the past, horny Arizona, wildly horny Arizona.
"I had patients make us cookies," Arizona rambled, "and they were lesbian gratitude cookies but they had weed in them and I'm just sayin' we should make our own lesbian gratitude cookies but without the you know, weed in them."
"Lesbian gratitude cookies?" Callie asked with a gigantically confused expression. She was at a crossroads, she could either try to understand what Arizona was trying to say or give in to the efforts of the alcohol in her own body and abandon reason altogether.
"Mhmm! There was this lesbian couple who one of 'em was pregnant and the other had undergone chemo for breast cancer and they got into a car accident because she puked, but, but they hit a tree and not a truck," Arizona explained, in her mind matteroffactly, "But she didn't have cancer, the doctor who diagnosed her with cancer was just doing it for the money I told you about that, but they were grateful when we showed they didn't actually have cancer and then they brought me lesbian gratitude cookies."
Callie sluggishly followed the story but her face drooped under the weight of the booze in her system.
"You know, she was trying to leave after Carina suggested she should orgasm to relieve pain."
"Orgasm?" Callie scrunched her face even more.
"Yeah, Carina kept trying to get everyone to masturbate." Arizona said before resting her lips of the lip of the wine glass.
"Wait, what happ'ned with the weed cookies?" Callie said, backing up the conversation.
"A lot of doctors got high, I don't know what happened with most of 'em, Meredith said there was rat poison, that was weird. Oh god is Sofia gonna try to get high one day?"
Callie gasped loudly. "I hope not." She whined.
"I'm not ready to have a teenager, my god, like when Sofia was stealing money from school and stuff," she drifted off, getting lost and then she contorted her eyebrows before quickly shaking the momentarily confusion, "and then I had that patient I told you about with the gun in her vagina and man, I can't deal with a teenager."
"How are they so stupid?" Callie asked, posing it as if it was a deep philosophical question.
"I don't know." Her voice lagged more as lack of sleep grew.
Arizona rested her head lazily on the back of the couch, then realizing that the two of them had shifted closer to each other over the course of their conversation. After the realization hit her, a small sense of panic set in as her heart raced to catch up with the events that had transpired without noticing. She looked down and fiddled with her hands slightly before returning her eyes back up to those beautiful brown ones.
Callie looked at her phone and winced as she saw the time. "It's really late, we should go to sleep."
Arizona nodded idly.
"Hold on." Callie slurred.
Arizona looked confused as Callie disappeared up the stairs. A few minutes later Callie emerged again.
Arizona watched as Callie made her way to the couch with a pair of crutches and a lump of fabric Arizona guessed was a t-shirt.
Callie placed the crutches down near Arizona and didn't comment on it and the focus on the room was not on them. Callie then handed Arizona the t-shirt.
"Here's one of my shirts if you want it to sleep in, the guest room is right over there." Callie pointed in the direction of a door on the opposite wall.
"Thank you." Arizona said softly, looking up sweetly at her.
"Good night, Arizona." Callie smiled down at her.
"Good night."