Amelia
As I push a very sleepy Arizona through the door, my eyes widen in surprise. Her place is stunning; almost minimalist but with a few Robbins quirks thrown in... The neutral walls of the house make its contents seem more exciting somehow. "This place is gorgeous! I can't believe I haven't seen it yet," I say more to myself than Arizona.

We go further into the house and I notice the pictures she has lined up perfectly in black frames. Some are on the walls and others are scattered across various surfaces. Most of the pictures tell the story of Sofia's life. There are pictures of her as a really tiny baby all the way up to age 7. Other pictures are occupied by her parents, various Hopkins buddies, and many people from Grey Sloan.

I take notice of three pictures in particular. The first, a picture of her and Derek. They're outside somewhere, sat next to each other on camping chairs. Arizona has a brown beer bottle in her hand, Derek a green one. They are both laughing uncontrollably. He's grabbing Arizona's knee and gesturing to something out of shot with his bottle. I've never seen that picture before. I am filled with utter happiness and total sadness all at once. It's a beautiful photograph.

The second is a picture of Alex and Arizona at some sort of formal occasion. Alex is dressed in a smart grey suit with blue accents, and Arizona... She's wearing this incredible smile, showing off her cute dimples, and I see a kind of light in her eyes that I wouldn't be able to describe to anyone. Her hair is pinned back loosely, allowing some strands to flow down naturally and it just looks perfect. She looks perfect.

The final picture is of Arizona and her brother Tim in military uniform. It looks as though it could be his graduation. Tim has his arm around his sister and is smiling at the camera. Arizona is smiling too, but she's looking up to her much taller brother with pride spread across her face.

I stop looking at the pictures only to start looking at Arizona. The spark I see in the pictures is missing from her eyes. Her once perfect skin is almost grey, and that smile... the perfect smile, has been replaced by a look of pure bewilderment.

"Oh, shit," I say, looking at the stairs, then back to the wheelchair. "How's this going to work?"

I already know what she's about to say... "I can walk-"

"Not a chance," I cut her off immediately. "You heard what Mer said. Absolutely no walking for the first few days." Is she pouting? "And, lots of 'doing as you're told'," I remind her quickly. Now, she's rolling her eyes at me.

"I'm tired, I just want to be in my own bed!" There they are again. The doe eyes. How can anyone say no to that?

"Right..." I help her up out of the chair into a standing position. This alone seems to tire her, so I'm not exactly sure how this is going to go. I wrap one of her arms around my shoulders and use one of my arms to hold her waist, steadying her. I take as much of her weight as I can, which isn't hard because she's pretty light. "We're just going to take it one step at a time, okay?" Her eyes are practically closed, but she nods anyway. "Okay, let's go," and we begin our ascent. About halfway up the stairs, I feel her grip tighten on me. "I've got you... We've got this," I reassure her.

We eventually reach the top of the stairs and I can tell she has no strength left in her at all. I sit her down on the top step and I take my position next to her, arm still around her waist. Her head drops to my shoulder as she catches her breath. I use my free hand to brush her hair behind her shoulder and away from her face.

Arizona
That was like climbing Everest. No... that was like climbing Everest with one leg. Even with all the help Amelia gave me. I am so incredibly lucky to have her here. I have no idea what I'd do without her. I can hear her talking, but I am too tired to even begin to try and understand what she's saying to me. There's some movement and suddenly she's cradling me. I really want to, but I don't have the energy to argue with this. I wrap my arms around her neck to make it a little easier for her to carry me. Soon, I'm placed onto what is unmistakably my mattress. My head is snuggled into the softest duck feather pillows. I feel Amelia bring the soft cotton sheets over me and I feel a little safer.

Amelia
And, just like that, she's asleep. I watch her for a few seconds, just to make sure her breathing is regular. I sit on the other side of the double bed and reach for the remote, pointing it towards the wall-mounted TV opposite. I need something to keep me awake. I didn't sleep properly at all last night but I need to be up in case something happens to Arizona.

"A violent attack at Grey Sloan memorial hospital has left a paediatric surgeon critically injured..." Urgh, how is this on the news already?! I turn the volume right down so I don't have to listen to the rest of the news report, but keep the TV on to make sure they don't identify Arizona. Her picture doesn't come up, but the drawing created by the police sketch artist I spoke to last night does. I gave them as much detail as I could, but it was impossible to spot certain features in the dark. I believe my exact words were, "6ft something, Caucasian male, dark features". They asked me a few questions about his eye and nose shape, and that was it. He could look completely different. No one's going to be able to identify him from that. I turn the TV off and decide the best thing I can do right now is get things ready for when Arizona wakes up.

I make my way down the stairs and into her kitchen to gather supplies. First things first, water; she'll need a huge glass of it, filled with ice. And, a bucket for puking. Luckily, I find one in the cupboard under the sink. I also grab a couple of bananas from the fruit bowl. Sounds weird, but they are definitely the best comedown food. Back in the bedroom, I search her wardrobe for pyjamas that will keep her cool. Shorts and vest top will do.

I'm checking the resources I've gathered when my phone starts to vibrate. I look at the screen and see 'Karev' flash up. I know he'll be worried; he sees Arizona as his sister.

"Hello?"

"Hi Amelia, how is she?" he asks, trying to keep his cool.

"She's just fallen asleep," I say quietly, walking towards the bed and crouching down to look at her face. I feel her forehead and check her breathing again. "She's kinda warm, but she looks relaxed. I gotta tell you Alex, she is not going to feel good when she wakes up."

"Okay..." He trails off and then there's a pause. "Amelia, listen. I've been around to the side of the hospital to see if there's anything we're missing. Anything that can help the police find that bastard. Her car window has been smashed. I'm assuming that's where the cuts on her head came from. But, everything's still there. Her purse, her phone, her tablet, everything."

"So, he wasn't mugging her?" The police had immediately put it down to this guy being some petty thief. This didn't sit well with me at the time, but I didn't push, I just left them to do their job.

"No..." Alex says stonily. "Which makes me think: What the fuck did he want with a drugged up Arizona?"