A/N: 10 days later.
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Arizona sat at the nurse's station on the peds floor and tried to get through the stack of charts she had in front of her. Her unit was short staffed after a nasty case of the flu ran though the attendings. Somehow she managed to avoid getting sick.
Since the Great War, as Arizona had taken to call it in her own mind, with Callie they had figured out how to switch their daughter off without having much contract. Arizona had started therapy, but the first session had been more taking background information than dealing with her issues.
"Calliope, thank God," Arizona smiled when she saw her kind of sort of estranged wife walk toward her. "We're in the weeds today with this flu. Can I have you or one of your residents for a little while?"
"Greer's good with kids. Take him," Callie said without thinking. Her eyes went wide a second later as she thought about which resident she just told Arizona to take.
"Is that…" Arizona trailed off as she gripped the clipboard with staff switches tightly in her hands.
"I'm not here to talk, Arizona. I'm just here to do a post op check up on room 319," Callie sighed. "Page Williams. She's good with kids too," she said in a soft voice.
Arizona closed her eyes as she clipboard in her hand snapped in half. She pulled the unharmed paper off before grabbing a new clipboard.
"Williams, it is," Arizona mumbled.