Arizona's eyes were heavy with exhaustion, slightly reddened with the strain of surgery. She stood, scrub-cap still on, looking at the tiny human laying in front of her. Even with the tubes and wires, this baby was beautiful.

"That was one hell of a surgery, Robbins." Arizona spun around to face the Chief.

"Thank you, sir" she smiled and then returned her glance back to the raven-haired infant. "She's a fighter. A real fighter." She lightly brushed a small hand with her own. Stirring at the touch, the baby instinctively fastened her hand around one of Arizona's fingers in a tight grip.

"Whenever you're ready, the mother is awake." The Chief walked away leaving Arizona and the baby alone.

After another five minutes, Arizona finally broke her gaze and reluctantly pulled her hand away from the baby. "Don't worry. I'll be back," she whispered.

Callie stared blankly at the buzzing fluorescent lights that hung above her. She had an IV in her left arm, a cast on her right. In one quick motion she tried to sit up, but a pain resonated in her lower abdomen. Looking down she saw bandages wrapped around her mid-section. They were now spotted with blood.

A nurse hurriedly ran into the room, after hearing the cry that left Callie's mouth.

Callie closed her eyes to ignore the pain, but she still didn't understand why she was here…in a strange hospital and with these strangers. The shock of the accident still plagued her. She couldn't rid herself of the confusion. She remembered sitting on the beach, she remembered the waves…...she remembered screaming towards the waves….splashing in the waves…..no no that couldn't be right…..

"Dr. Torres, don't sit up so quickly. You will rip your sutures! Please try and calm down." The nurse's words had no effect on the crying brunette. Callie's own thoughts were louder than the seemingly muffled voice of the nurse beside her. What had happened?

The fact that she couldn't piece together the accident only made Callie more upset. She frantically searched her mind for a reason, crying at her own ineptitude.

Arizona could hear the sobs even before she turned the corner into the hallway. Quickening her pace, she stepped closer and closer to Callie's room. Once outside the door, she didn't wait to enter.

Arizona's first image of Callie Torres, was that of a woman in a fierce fight with herself. Cheeks flushed with the heat of pain played a nice contrast to the black hair frazzled from distress. For a second Arizona could only stand there, staring at Callie in intrigue.

Studying Callie's face, Arizona read tension in it... stress…pain. Why was this woman fighting so hard? Waiting no longer she jumped-in to help the struggling nurse.

"Dr. Torres," Arizona approached the bedside. "It's okay..." She paused to place a hand on Callie's shoulder. "You and your baby are okay. Don't worry, everything is okay..." Callie opened her eyes at the stranger's touch. Watery brown met piercing blue and Callie's thoughts stopped.

"Hi. I'm Dr. Robbins, head of Pediatrics….uh, Sofia's doctor."

At the mention of her daughter, Callie's mind focused back into reality. Arizona nervously smiled and continued.

"I have good news," she said brightly. "Your daughter came out of surgery with flying colors. She was amazing…not that you don't know that….She hasn't opened her eyes yet, but I can tell she's looking for you." Callie continued to stare at the woman. Her voice was soft, calming. "Well….then I guess I will leave you to rest." As she turned to walk away, Arizona felt a hand catch her wrist.

"Please, stay." Callie's voice was hoarse, but she managed to speak. "Tell me about her surgery."

Surprised by the action, Arizona froze. For a long moment, they stood—Callie's hand on Arizona's wrist. Neither woman moved.

Recognizing the obvious tension, the nurse carefully made her exit. She laughed to herself. Dr. Robbins just dove into a beautiful puddle of trouble.