"I forgot her name Dad, her name!" It was just the two of them in her hospital room the next day. "What kind of person forgets their girlfriend's name?"

"One with a brain injury." He remained calm. "Mija, the last time this happened you forgot your own name. That was more concerning to me."

"It's not fair on her to have to put up with this."

"But she does. Just like it's not fair for you to have to live with this but you do."

"You don't get it!" She snapped. Carlos knew his daughter wouldn't normally and that her outbursts were a direct result of her most recent head trauma. "Have you got any idea how it feels to look at a person and see everything, your entire future, but not connect any of that to a stupid name?"

"I do." A new voice spoke. Sarah was stood at the door.

"I'm sorry, this is a private conversation." Carlos began.

"No it's okay Dad; she's one of my kids. Actually can you give us a minute?"

"Anything you need Mija."

"Shouldn't you be at school?" She asked Sarah.

"Study day."

"Oh yeah, Calliope had plenty of those when she was your age." He joked as he left.

"Well, you turned out alright." The teenager argued as she sat down. "I've been nominated to come check up on you anyway."

"I'm fine; well I will be when I get out of here."

"When's that gonna be?"

"Today hopefully but that's only because my girlfriend's a doctor here."

"Ah, Doctor Robbins. That's whose name you forgot."

"Yeah." Callie looked down in defeat.

"Hey, you know better than I do that it's a part of this whole brain injury thing."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Wow, how the roles have been reversed. I don't know if it's more comforting to know that you really get what this is like or concerning that you're still going through it all these years later."

"You guys help get me through the rough spots."

"Glad to be of service. What about Arizona?"

A smile grew on the brunette's face at the simple mentioning of her partner. It still hurt though so she reigned it in. "She gets me through all of it. I never forget that; just what she's called. It's ridiculous."

"Yeah, it's kind of like when you know what a refrigerator does and everything inside it but you can't connect it with the word. It's just a label. Maybe she could wear a name badge?" Sarah playfully suggested.

"Because that's not patronising. Your analogy could probably do with a little bit of work too."

Both of them started laughing although Callie had to fight the pain in her ribs and face.

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Carlos found Arizona in the cafeteria. She'd been asked to give her girlfriend some time with her Dad and so had decided to go get some coffee. He sat down opposite.

"You love my daughter." The statement was clear and unquestioning.

"I love your daughter." She parroted.

"More importantly from where I'm standing, she loves you. Thank you."

"What for?" The blonde asked as she took a sip from her coffee.

"We're not idiots; my wife and I. You are her first girlfriend but you're not her first... well she is thirty after all. We don't judge her. She is living a life that nobody deserves so however she goes about it, we won't interfere. We are happy though, that she has found someone to settle down with. Even happier that it's someone like you."

"I haven't done anymore than anybody else would have."

"That's where you're wrong, unfortunately. If my daughter has let you in half as much as I think she has and you haven't run then that tells me two things. One: you see her as a whole person, not her injury. And two: she trusts you. That's huge, Arizona. She keeps things from us. We know that and we know that she is trying to protect us but she needed to let someone in. So thank you."

"I love your daughter for who she is and her injury is a part of that. It would be stupid to ignore it, even if I could but clearly it's still affecting her. You shouldn't be thanking me. I should be apologising to you."

"Why?"

"I'm sorry that she fell down the stairs."

"It wasn't your fault." He declared resolutely.

"No, we had an argument and she wasn't..."

Carlos interrupted. "It wasn't your fault. Calliope tells the story of your fall out very differently."

That didn't help. Arizona still felt responsible. She chugged the rest of her drink and looked back to Mr Torres. He clearly had more to say but seemed apprehensive.

"Don't take this the wrong way but I wouldn't have thought you'd be as accepting as you are."

"Is there a right way to take that?" He raised his eyebrows in the same way Callie does.

"Calliope being gay, it didn't upset you?"

He smile sadly and raised his right hand, his palm flat. "Dad, I'm gay." He then raised his left in a similar way, only higher. "Dad, what's my sister's name again? The two don't really compare."

"Is it always names she struggles with?" Arizona hadn't stopped thinking about the previous night.

"They've always been difficult for her."

"You're gonna tell me that things are gonna get even more difficult aren't you?" She had worked that out already.

"Love only goes so far, Arizona. You're going to see some sides of my daughter that aren't really her. The part of her brain most damaged was mood and memory. You've already seen the effects on memory. She's going to forget names of people and things and she'll get frustrated. Her speech will be more slurred and she'll get tired more easily for a while. It's the mood swings though, that you need to be prepared for. Anger, depression, fear, going from wanting to be held to not being touched at all. It's not easy to watch." Carlos didn't want to scare the surgeon but she needed to know what to expect.

"I... I'm not gonna let anything happen to her. I've taken the next week off at least to be with her. You aren't sticking around?"

"She'll hate us hanging around and will probably be more guarded if we do. She won't recover as quickly if she's worried about us. We're leaving tonight, if you think you're going to be okay."

"I don't have a choice."

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"Goodbye mija." Mr Torres kissed his daughter goodbye and then stepped aside to let his wife do the same. He turned and hugged Arizona. "Good luck." He whispered only loud enough for her to hear.

"You take care of yourself, Calliope. And let Arizona help you." Lucia said as she too hugged the blonde. Over the last few days she had watched this woman by her daughter's bedside 24/7.

"I will." Callie spoke groggily.

"We'll be alright." Arizona insisted.

"Well, goodbye. We'll call you when we touchdown in Miami."

"Yes, and if you need anything, call us." Mrs Torres was talking to the surgeon rather than Callie.

When they had left Arizona spoke again. "So we need to get you dressed."

"Okay." She went to take off the gown but a sharp pain shot through her chest.

Seeing Callie wince, the blonde put the clothes down on the bed and moved closer. "Want me to help?"

"You don't normally ask to take off my clothes." The statement was flirtatious but she sounded regretful. Arizona slowly reached behind and pulled the hospital gown away, revealing the Latina's bare chest. It was bruised and battered.

"Can you lift your arms up honey?"

She did so painfully and lowered them when her shirt was on. Just as gently, the blonde helped her girlfriend get the rest of her clothes on. There was a knock at the door and Derek entered.

"So, I wouldn't be too happy letting you go just yet but luckily for you, Dr Robbins put forward a persuasive argument." When Callie looked confused he elaborated. "She is going take care of you and give me updates. Seeing as she has been doing that from this room anyway, I figured you'd be more comfortable in your own home."

"I also threatened to mess up his hair." Arizona explained.

The brunette laughed. "Don't do that it hurts."

"Sorry baby."

"Speaking of which, I've prescribed some strong painkillers for your head, face and ribs. I'd also suggest anti-inflammatory cream. So if you're all set? Goodbye Callie."

"Thank you and don't be offended but I hope I won't see you for a while."

"Calliope." Arizona scolded.

"No it's okay; I get it. I hope not to see you either."

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"Relax baby."

Callie did as she was told and rested her head back on the bath. Arizona was sat on the side with a glass of wine. When the Latina tried to take a deep breath, she grimaced in pain.

"It'll get better."

"Yeah." Callie replied half heartedly.

"Your ribs and face will get better." Arizona amended.

"I know." She looked up to see the blonde staring down at her. "You don't have to watch me all the time." There was anger mixed in with the fatigue laced in her tone.

"You want me to treat you like nothing has happened. I'd usually sit here like this." She reasoned.

"No, usually you'd be in here with me." The brunette correctly pointed out.

"We're not ready for that."

"Arizona," Callie groaned in frustration. "I'm gonna be a really shit girlfriend for I don't know how long. You need to accept that I forgive you. We've got to get over that to deal with this."

"Okay." The surgeon closed her eyes briefly before looking into her partner's. "Tomorrow, I'll get in the bath with you." She promised.

"Fine but tonight you can rub the cream on my ribs."

"Deal."

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Three nights later and Arizona was lying in bed thinking about recent events. Carlos had been right and it was killing her. Callie went from up to down. From wanting to be held to refusing any physical contact. The blonde was struggling to know which way was up. At least they were still in the same bed.

Suddenly there was movement behind her as the Latina put on her bedside lamp. Arizona turned onto her back and watched as her girlfriend reached for the bottle of painkillers which never seemed to be too far away.

"Calliope." She started. They had this conversation constantly. Arizona had no idea how many pills she had been taking. Deep down, she knew that her partner wouldn't do anything stupid but this wasn't her Calliope. Her plea went ignored so she reached for the bottle. "Calliope?"

"No!" The brunette screamed. She used all her force, momentarily forgetting about her ribs. And rolled on top of the blonde. She pinned her down by her hands. Arizona saw nothing of the woman she loved behind her dark eyes. They were almost black with rage and the blonde was terrified. "No! You don't get it. You don't get how much this hurts. My head is gonna explode. How about I smash your head into a wall a few times then you might have some clue!"