Author's Note- Hello again! I know I said on Twitter that this update was going to be posted in only two or three days and I'm REALLY sorry about breaking that promise. In fact, I just need to stop making promises like that because if there's one thing I learned about writing, it's that editing will always take longer than you anticipate.

Oh, and FYI… these next two chapters are going to be focused on the other plane crash survivors besides Meredith. We've already heard a lot from her and most of the rest of the story is still going to be from her perspective but I thought it would be nice to check in with the other survivors as well so that is what we'll be doing in Reflections Part 1 and Part 2. This is Part 1 and the first half of this chapter is from Derek's POV and then the second half is from Arizona's POV.

I would say that Reflections Part 2 would be up in a couple days but again… um, no promises. But Chapter 13 is up now so I hope you enjoy!

Most people are intimidated by hospitals. There is the emergency room… the ICU… the morgue… according to society, medical centers are most commonly associated with fear… with death. It is different for physicians. Doctors tend to feel comfortable in the midst of chaos. They know the truth, that hospitals are a place of healing and for as long as he could remember, Derek felt calmer in the operating room than he did at home, relaxing on the couch.

Or at least, that's how it was before Gary Clark entered Seattle Grace Mercy West with a gun and ended over a dozen innocent lives. After the shooting, it was harder for Derek to focus on his ICU patients, to forget about the long hours he had spent lying in bed there… the ICU reminded Derek of getting shot and getting shot reminded Derek of his father's untimely murder. Meredith might not know it, but Derek still thought about his dad on a daily basis. He thought about his father and his strong, courageous mother… about Amelia, flatlining from a drug overdose and waking-up in the ICU with a breathing tube stuck down his throat.

Meredith had been there the entire time; she had never left Derek's side but nothing, not even Meredith took away the ultimate terror and anxiety that had plagued Derek for weeks on end.

Now, he was back… he was in the ICU with pain radiating out of every inch of his body and Derek's first thought was, I can't do this again.

And then he opened his eyes, saw the massive cast encasing his left arm, and realized that somehow, the group of surgeons must have been rescued from the forest. Derek, at least, against all odds, survived the plane crash and he had been transported to an unfamiliar hospital. He was completely alone.

The plane crash… where was everyone else? Derek thought about Meredith, who had been hurt… he did not remember her precise condition but he knew that Meredith was injured and that he had been unable to help her. Was Meredith dead? Was Mark dead? Derek was supposed to be dead… he tried to look around but any movement of his head sent waves of nauseating pain down his spine. He attempted to speak, too, but Derek was too weak to mutter anything louder than a whisper. How was he supposed to get anyone's attention this way?

Think! Derek commanded himself; it was making him frantic that he could not remember everything. He was a neurosurgeon; his neurological function could not be compromised…

Luckily, just then, a nurse walked into the room, holding a clipboard. She was probably checking Derek's vitals but when she saw that her patient's eyes were open, startled. "Dr. Shepherd! I-It's good to see you awake."

"M-My… my wife… where's… my wife…" Derek whispered.

"I'll go find out. And I'll go find your doctor; I'll let him know that you're awake," the nurse said and ran in the opposite direction.

Less than five minutes later, a man walked into Derek's room and Derek instantly recognized him as Dr. Seth Olsen. They had worked together on a case before, right after Derek had first moved to Seattle. At the time, he was going through the messy divorce with Addison. All of that seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Dr. Shepherd, it's good to see you awake. You gave us a scare in surgery, several times," Dr. Olsen said. "How are you feeling?"

"C-Come on… Seth, you… you b-better call me… Derek. I'm… I'm not much of… of a doctor… r-r-right now," Derek gasped; he was not sure why he was still struggling for air.

Seth smiled and sat down in a chair next to the bed. "Alright, then… so will Derek tell me how he's feeling? Any pain?"

Derek wanted to say no; it was a well-known fact that doctors make the worst patients but he could not lie very well at the moment. He winced aloud when he opened his mouth and then was only able to choke out, "Y-Yeah…"

"Okay, we'll increase your morphine. You're extremely lucky; I hope you realize that, Derek," Seth said; he was not smiling anymore.

"W-What… happened?" Derek asked. "W-Where's… where's my wife… where… are we…"

"Hold up just a moment," Seth instructed; he shined a flashlight into Derek's eyes and then waved it back and forth. The latter knew that he was checking his pupils to make sure they were equal and reactive. "Can you tell me your full name, Derek?"

It was unbelievable that Derek was actually in this position, being asked these questions… just as unbelievable as when Derek woke-up in the ICU after being shot in the chest… he nodded as much as he could without triggering his pain. "D-Derek… Christopher… Shepherd."

"Alright, and the year?"

"It's… er… 2013."

"Very good and… what is your birthdate?"

"D-December 15th, 1967," Derek said and this appeared to satisfy Seth because he put the flashlight away and sat back down in his chair. Derek glanced in his direction. "W-What happened, am I… did I have… have brain damage?"

Seth sighed. "I'm not sure. You have a grade two concussion but there was no intracranial bleeding. We're mainly keeping an eye on your neurological function because your vitals were so high upon arrival at the hospital that you were in danger of stroking out. We were forced to wait longer than we would have liked to take you to surgery."

"S-Surgery…" Derek repeated; even though he had the huge cast on his arm, it was like he had already forgotten that he had undergone an operation.

"Yes, how about we talk more about this later, okay, Derek?" Seth suggested. "You're in a lot of pain at the moment and soon you'll be incoherent due to the morphine. You probably won't remember whatever I tell you. Just try to relax and…"

"N-No," Derek interrupted. He tried to push himself up in bed. "G-Give me the verdict… Doc…"

There was a pause as Seth considered; Derek might have dozed off during this time but if he did, he was awake again seconds later and heard Seth's reply. "Well, like I said, there's the concussion. You also have four fractured ribs and minor lacerations to your liver and lungs. You were coughing up blood in the emergency room but we've administered Aprotinin which should keep the bleeding under control. Don't get me wrong, Derek; I'm more than willing to open you up again but I think we would both prefer to avoid another surgery. Plus, your vitals are still not where I would like them to be and I'm not sure if your system could handle another major operation right now."

"Another… major… w-what, w-what happened?" Derek repeated for what felt like the hundredth time. He was having a hard time finding the words he wanted to use to ask his questions.

"We already performed one surgery on your hand, Derek. That's your most severe injury; I'm sorry, I… I assumed that you remembered that part," Seth apologized. "Your hand was broken in several places and I repaired what I could but you may want to see a hand specialist, perhaps a neurosurgeon. There's a lot of nerve damage."

It was about what Derek expected, although it did not make the news any more pleasant. "And… in your opinion, w-will I… will I… operate… again?"

"I don't know. I wish I did. I know there are a lot of doctors out there, doctors a hell of a lot better than me and the other surgeons who worked on your case," Seth confessed. "First though, Derek… you know we need to focus on saving your life. Your life is more important than your career and the truth is, we almost lost you on that table this morning. Your BP was high, high enough that I was uncertain how much cognitive function you would wake up with… if you would wake-up at all."

Derek understood what Seth was saying… he was telling Derek that he was lucky and that he should be grateful about the fact that he was alive instead of moaning about whether or not he would ever perform brain surgery again. And Derek knew it could have been so much worse but at this present moment, lying here in this hospital bed with pain seeping out of every bone in his body, it was difficult to feel fortunate.

But it was Derek Shepherd, the optimist, the man that balanced out his wife's dark and twisty thoughts. So he forced a small, weak smile onto his face. "T-Thanks, Seth… really, I… thank you."

"No need," Seth said and smiled in return. "Try and get some rest for now. We'll get some more morphine in your system; you've already got lots of fluids, antibiotics, and blood coming your way. You'll feel better soon. I know it doesn't seem like it now but you will."

Seth was on his way out the door when suddenly, Derek remembered the reason he had called for help in the first place. His heartbeat sped up and Seth turned around, aware of the monitors beeping in alarm. "Derek? What's going on, are you…"

"M-Meredith," Derek choked out and he tried to swing his legs off the bed and stand up but Seth rushed over and pushed him back down against his pillows.

"Derek, Derek, easy… you can't be getting up yet, man. You just got out of surgery a few hours ago and you're incredibly weak; you know that," Seth said.

"But my… my wife… where's… where's my wife…" Derek moaned.

After making sure that Derek was safely back in bed, Seth took a deep breath and sat down again. "Your wife now is Dr. Meredith Grey, correct?"

"Y-Yes, she's… is she okay… she's gotta be okay, I gotta…"

"You don't need to do anything," Seth interrupted Derek. "Meredith is fine. She's a few rooms down the hall, resting… she's stable."

She's stable. Derek repeated that small sentence in his mind. Meredith was stable and that was all that really mattered. "T-Thank you. I'm sorry I'm… I'm such a… helpless… pain in the… the ass right… now."

"You were just in a plane crash, Derek. You're allowed to be a little bit helpless right now," Seth reminded him and then smiled. "Are we good to go now? Are you stable?"

"I'm… I'm stable," Derek agreed and with this latest piece of news, with the knowledge that his wife had survived, Derek's body could not hold on to consciousness any longer. He drifted off to sleep and prayed that when he wokeup, he would feel better.

The next thing that Derek knew, there was someone hovering over his bed. Initially, he ignored this figure because he knew that he was in the hospital; he knew that nurses and techs would be in and out of the room to monitor his vitals and to be honest, Derek was in too much pain to attempt conversation. Right as he was about to close his eyes again though, he glanced to his left and realized that the individual in his room, currently sitting in the chair next to him, was his mother, Carolyn.

Derek blinked several times and took a steadying breath. "M-Mom?"

"Derek, sweetheart," his mother sighed and Derek felt a gentle hand touch his face. "Sweetheart, I'm right here. I'm so happy to see you awake, to see you… alive."

It was impossible to nod or even smile at the moment due to the pain but Derek did appreciate his mother being here, coming here from New York City. "Y-Yeah, it's… it's good to… see you, too…"

Carolyn frowned as she stroked her son's hair. "How's the pain? Are you in a lot of pain?"

"Uh, it's… it's not… that bad," Derek lied; he did not want to worry her.

"Your doctor, Seth Olsen told me that you had a rough time in surgery this morning… told me that you almost stroked out because of high blood pressure," Carolyn continued.

Derek blinked again; he was not sure how to respond to a statement like that. "Oh…"

"Yeah… he also told me that you have some lacerations to the liver and left lung and because of that, we need to watch your brain function very closely. I'm not sure if they explained it all to you but they gave you some medication to help with the bleeding and… well, combined with the high blood pressure, you're considered a high-risk patient… the probability of a stroke occurring…"

Carolyn trailed off and Derek knew it was because she could not bear to voice the possibilities aloud. He took another shaky breath. "M-Mom, if… if I have… a stroke… tell them to d-do… everything they… can… I mean… do surgery and… and everything but… if I'm g-gone, I'm… I'm gone. Don't… I don't want M-Meredith to… be in the position to… to have to…"

This time, it was Derek that trailed off and he looked away from his mother who was struggling to keep herself together, tears pooling in her eyes.

"Shh, sweetheart," she soothed and ran her fingers through Derek's hair again. "Don't worry, that's not going to happen. We won't let that happen."

Slowly, Derek nodded and instantly, an onslaught of pain rocked him from head to toe; he gasped aloud from the pain. He had underestimated his patients in the past, even the ones that were drug addicts or criminals… trauma was excruciating.

Carolyn jumped to her feet in response to the sound her son had made. "What hurts, honey? Aren't they giving you morphine?"

"Y-Yeah they… they are," Derek winced.

"Just not enough," his mother assumed and a second later, Derek felt a cool, wet towel being pressed against his forehead. "Okay, well… don't worry, we'll get you something more for the pain. It's gonna be okay, sweetie. You're safe now and it's gonna be okay."

Derek knew that; so many people had told him that in the last few hours but for some reason, the more that his mother spoke, the less he believed her. He was not sure if Meredith was really okay or if Mark was alive… there was a good chance that Lexie was dead by now. Derek began breathing harder and quicker; he was hyperventilating and then he was afraid that he was going to have a stroke and never see Meredith again at all so tried to stop but he could not stop…

"Derek," his mother's voice called from far away and there were hands on his shoulders. "Derek, honey… you need to calm down. You need to breathe; your pulse is getting way too high…"

"M-M-Meredith… I… I need… Meredith…" Derek panted.

"Meredith can't come in here right now, sweetheart. She's resting in her own room but she's alright. She's going to be fine and she needs you to…"

The world went blurry. Derek was not sure what his mother was saying. All he knew was that he was dying, that there were nurses and doctors running in and out of his room, and that a clear oxygen mask was being pressed down over his face… and then everything slipped away.

Derek could not fight the blackness. Somehow, everything seemed worse now that he was out of the woods and all he wanted to do was escape.

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In the back of her mind, Arizona thought she could remember a helicopter descending upon their camp in the woods… paramedics rushing around the plane wreckage, securing her to a rescue board. Arizona had wished for this to occur so many times though, that she was not sure if it was just a dream.

And then the blackness that had overtaken her immediately following this fantasy retreated. Arizona opened her eyes and realized that she was in the emergency room of an unknown hospital. She was hooked-up to a bunch of different machines and a doctor in aqua-colored scrubs was taking her vitals. Arizona blinked a few times and that was when the doctor must have noticed that her patient was awake.

"Arizona?" a soft voice called. "Arizona, my name is Dr. Manning. Don't worry; we're going to take really good care of you, okay?"

For a moment, Arizona did not want to open her mouth because she was not sure if she was going to be able to say anything without screaming but she swallowed hard and decided that her voice was there. "I'm… we… we got… saved?"

"Yes, you were in a plane crash," Dr. Manning said. "You're at Boise Memorial Hospital now, though and we're going to take really good care of you."

"You… you already… said that," Arizona muttered and then she came to the conclusion that that was a pretty stupid thing to say. She repeated the same words to patients all the time: Everything is going to be fine. We're going to take really good care of you. Don't worry; we're going to do everything we can.

While her overall assessment was being completed, Arizona dozed in and out. She had a feeling that the doctors here at Boise Memorial had already medicated her because her pain levels were nothing compared to what they had been and she was extremely drowsy. Arizona did not know how morphine actually affected her though because she had never had surgery before. She had her wisdom teeth out in college but even then, Arizona's pain medication was limited to Tramadol.

The next thing Arizona knew, she was in triage and there were standard emergency room curtains surrounding her on all four sides. She could hear doctors talking only yards away. They were discussing her femur like she was not even there.

"The extensive bone injury along with the degree of soft-tissue infection is troubling. No matter what we do, if the infection goes to the bone, it'll be hard to treat. And eventually, you're looking at bone loss. I'm gonna have to say officially, I'm recommending amputation."

In one quick movement, Arizona thrust the curtains aside and glared at the physicians. "Show me those."

The doctors, whether they were residents or attendings hesitated, Arizona's x-rays in their hands. Arizona held out her palm, waiting. "Show them to me!"

One of the younger doctors, probably a resident, surrendered and gave Arizona her chart. She skimmed over the images. The break was bad, just like they had said and the infection was worse. Arizona knew that if they were back home in Seattle and a child had come in with this kind of injury, that Callie would recommend amputation, too. But Callie was a superstar that pushed herself beyond normal limits. She would figure something out.

"I withhold consent," Arizona said and all of the physicians in front of her froze. "I withhold consent! Before you drug me or sedate me, I give n-nobody permission to cut off my leg… and certainly not some yahoo in dump truck Idaho. I want to go home to Callie. She'll know what to do. Just let me go home."

The lead doctor, likely the attending, stepped forward. She was Asian and looked similar to Cristina Yang. "Dr. Robbins, we can't just send you home. We brought you to the closest hospital for a reason and your loved ones are currently on their way here to see you. We have to stabilize your leg, one way or another."

"Fine, then take me to surgery and set the bone," Arizona said. "But I do not give you permission to cut off my leg, no matter what happens. If you cut off my leg, I'm suing you. My wife is an orthopedic surgeon and I withhold consent from all of you idiots."

Arizona expected Cristina Yang's doppelganger to be insulted but if she was, she did not show it. All she did was give some orders to her residents and then take a few steps closer to Arizona. "Alright, Dr. Robbins. We will not amputate. However, I want to reiterate that your injury is very severe. Would you really rather die than lose your leg? Because if the infection spreads, there is a good chance of that happening."

"Yes, I know that, thank you," Arizona said and when her attending's face became alarmed, quickly added, "And no, I'm not suicidal. I'm just a doctor… a surgeon. I know how this works. You can figure something else out and if you can't, then Callie can. Set my femur but don't you dare do anything else."

Most of the surgery preparation, Arizona did not remember. Dr. Lee, the one who looked like Cristina, apparently increased Arizona's morphine so that she would be knocked out and quiet. All Arizona recalled was being pushed down a hallway on a gurney and then waking-up in a comfortable bed in the ICU.

For the first time in forever, Arizona was happy… or at least she was not miserable. Her femur was still throbbing and she was feeling the effects of her probable concussion but Arizona woke-up in a hospital. She was not in the middle of the forest. There were no bugs attempting to eat her alive.

There was a thick, white bandage covering her entire left leg which confirmed the fact that she had survived surgery. Arizona reached over to the side of her bed and pressed the nurses' call button. Within a minute, a young, blonde girl entered the room and smiled. "Hi, Dr. Robbins. How are you feeling?"

"Like I have a broken femur," Arizona replied. "Do you know where my surgeon is? I'd like to talk with her in more depth and I'm sure my wife would, too, when she gets here. My wife is an orthopedic surgeon."

"Dr. Elisabeth Lee?" the nurse asked and Arizona assumed that was who she had visited with in the ER earlier so she shrugged and nodded. "I'll go find her."

Five minutes later, the Asian woman that shared such a striking resemblance to Cristina Yang walked into the room. "Hello, Dr. Robbins. It's good to see you awake; how are you feeling?"

"Like I have a broken femur," Arizona repeated. "Is there any way you could up my morphine and maybe find my wife?"

"We've been in contact with your wife. She's on her way from Seattle with a bus full of other people," Dr. Lee said. "Trust me, she's desperate to see you."

Arizona tried to smile as she thought of Callie… beautiful Callie who never should have had to go through what she did in the last few days. "Do you know if Alex Karev is coming?"

"I… don't know anyone by that name but we can see if we can get a hold of him. Is he family?" Dr. Lee asked.

"No… no, um… he's a student of mine."

Dr. Lee made a note on her legal pad. "Alright, well, we will see what can be done. In the meantime, we need you to stay in bed and let your body recover. You're probably aware that you were severely dehydrated and lost a lot of blood. You're receiving a blood transfusion now and getting pumped up with fluids, oxygen, and antibiotics."

"And… and that's it? You fixed my leg?" Arizona had not expected it to be so simple but Dr. Lee was talking like she was on the road to recovery. Maybe the infection was not as bad as it looked on the scans.

"Well, for right now, we're watching it carefully. There's still a lot of infection," Dr. Lee explained. "Hopefully, the antibiotics will clear that up but if not, I still think that amputation should remain in the equation."

Arizona shook her head. "No… I'm stable for now. If it gets to the point that amputation is the only thing you guys can think of, then it's time for me to go to Seattle Grace. They're a top ten teaching hospital, unlike this circus. They'll find a way to save my leg."

"Um… okay, well first we're just going to work on getting you stabilized. It's more important to save your life than it is to save your leg," Dr. Lee said.

She was about to run out of the room when Arizona called her back. She could not believe how scared Dr. Lee was acting; it was like she was a nervous resident. They would not allow a resident to operate on her, would they?

"I uh… I just wondered… what year are you in, like, resident-wise?" Arizona hoped she would be corrected and she was…

"I'm a third year attending, thank you very much. And I graduated first in my year at Yale."

Arizona nodded. "Okay, sorry… I'm just… I'm really worried about my friends. Do you know if they're all alive? Can you give me an update on Mark Sloan?"

"They aren't my patients," Dr. Lee said and Arizona gave her the best puppy-dog eyes she could muster. She had just been in the woods for four days, after all, and Arizona did not even like to camp. Dr. Lee sighed and continued, "But I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you so much," Arizona smiled sweetly.

Dr. Lee nodded and walked out. She was Cristina Yang through and through- even her demeanor was similar.

It could have been five minutes or five hours later- Arizona thought she had nodded off due to the morphine- that she first heard masses of loud voices and footsteps in the hallway. These were sounds that she was used to on a regular basis back at Seattle Grace, the noises of the ICU but somehow, they were different, scarier here in Boise. Maybe it was because Arizona did not know any of these nurses or due to her being a patient this time.

Either way, Arizona was tired. She was exhausted physically from the surgery and from everything else her body had endured during the last four days. She was tired of being alone; she wanted the real orthopedic surgeon here with her…

And just as Arizona thought those words, there was a knock on the doorway of her room and she looked up to see the same blonde nurse that had been here earlier. "Hello, Dr. Robbins. Are you feeling up for some visitors?"

"Is it my wife? Where's Callie?" Arizona asked.

"Er… no, I don't think…" the nurse muttered but before she could finish, two other individuals burst through the door and both of them were crying tears of happiness and emotion.

It was Arizona's parents, her beloved mother and Colonel Robbins. She had not seen them since her wedding last year and she had never, ever seen her father cry, not since Paul had died more than twenty years ago…

"Mom, Dad!" Arizona gasped and held out her arms.

Her mother instantly embraced her. "Arizona, thank God… we've been so worried, sweetheart… we thought… oh, God…"

Before she knew it, Arizona was sobbing too, about everything. She was crying because she had been in a plane crash and she was crying because she had been rescued. "M-Me, too… I… I didn't think I was gonna… make it out… the f-fracture was…"

"It was bad, we know," Arizona's mother interrupted as she sat down in one of the chairs beside the bed. "Dr. Lee showed us the x-rays. She must be an incredible surgeon, to be able to… to fix as much as she did."

"Yeah, but not as good as Callie," Arizona said, wiping away the tears. "Where is Callie, Mom? She came, didn't she? She better have come from Seattle; is Sofia here?"

Her mother shook her head. "Sofia isn't here; Callie left her and Zola at home with um… with Alex Karev. She didn't know exactly the state that you or Mark would be in and didn't want to scare her but… but yes, Callie is here, honey. She should be in any minute. She wanted to stop by and see Mark first."

Callie wanted to see Mark first? Arizona was hurt but tried not to show it. She cared about Mark just like anyone and she hoped that he was alright but if it had been Callie on that plane, the first person Arizona would have wanted to visit is her wife… and Callie wanted to see Mark more than Arizona? That was downright insulting.

"You know, I wasn't supposed to be on the plane in the first place," Arizona said after a moment to break the silence. "It was Alex Karev that was supposed to go but then I took his place because… because he was a dumbass and decided to take a fellowship at Johns Hopkins."

"Alex Karev isn't gone yet though, Arizona. He's at home watching your daughter right now…"

"And if I had any idea that he had copped out of this at the last minute, I never would have left Sofia with him," Colonel Robbins added. "He sounds like a coward."

He is a coward, Arizona thought and before she could help it, And Callie is, too. Callie is too freaked-out to come and see me even after I spent four consecutive days in the forest, dying.

Suddenly, the door to Arizona's room swung open for a third time. Arizona looked up and for the first time in five days, stared into the beautiful face of Calliope Torres. Any of her previous anger melted away as she watched Callie stumble forward, stunned, heartbroken, helpless.

"I'll give you two some… some space to catch up," Arizona's mother smiled and she stood up. "Come on, Daniel. Let's go and… let's go and check on Mark and the others. Arizona will want a report on her friends."

It took a moment of persuasion because Colonel Robbins liked to make all of his own decisions but he eventually did as he was told and followed his wife back into the hallway. Arizona and Callie were completely alone.

The latter sat down in the chair that had been vacated by Arizona's mother. She reached out and grasped onto Arizona's hand. "Baby… oh my God, baby…"

"It's funny, isn't it?" Arizona smirked before she could stop herself. "I'm married to an orthopedic surgeon and I'm the one that woke-up after the crash with my femur sticking out of my leg."

Callie nodded shortly, but it was clear that she did not think Arizona's joke was funny. "Um… I can fix it. Don't worry, I can fix it. I saw the scans and I've… I've seen worse."

"I know you have," Arizona said. "I know I'm not going to die. But have you seen worse and managed to save the leg?"

"I've seen worse and I am an orthopedic goddess. I was running the ortho department at Seattle Grace when I was still a resident," Callie said. "We are going to figure something out."

Okay, that's it! Mark and Cristina's segments will be coming in Reflections Part 2 and then Lexie will have a chapter later once she wakes up from surgery. Sorry about all the angst but I'm sure by now, you guys have accepted that this is an angsty story. What can I say? Writing is my form of therapy.

Also I'm sorry if Arizona's part wasn't written the best or very long. I did my best but to be honest, although I LOVE Calzona, Arizona herself just isn't my favorite character and I struggle to see things from her perspective. And yes, I am going to work in some shooting recovery in this story too, at least for MerDer, because I think we all know that Grey's Anatomy did not accurately deal with their PTSD and they're going to be in therapy for the plane crash anyway.

If you enjoyed, please don't forget to follow/favorite, and leave reviews! It makes me very happy and it helps Derek feel better lol. Thank you so much for reading! Xoxo, merderpedia :)