Disclaimer: The show Grey's Anatomy is not mine, and neither are the characters, I am not receiving any profit from this work. Everyone in this story belongs to Shondaland. I'm just going to play with the characters for a bit. I'll return them in tact... mostly. T for language and content. Rating may change, eventually.
A/N: so an extra short chapter just too keep the pace up. I figure if I'm writing short chapters I should at least update frequently. Thank-you for sticking with me, and your comments.
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Arizona cringed. This was not a good situation to be in. This was in fact a very, very bad situation to be in. Morally Arizona knew she was not in the wrong but technically she was. She was still married to Callie even if they were well and truly broken up. However what were the rules when someone declared you dead? What were the rules when someone thought you were a burden and advised Miranda Bailey to leave her fiancé at the altar before it was too late? What were the rules in a marriage where she had always felt she was a second class citizen to Mark Sloan? There were no rules. That fact, however did little to diminish the red hot death stares Callie was shooting at herself and Leah. Callie didn't appear to see things her way. Leah just looked frightened.
What was it with newborns? She must stop encouraging newborns. It only leads to trouble. No matter how cute they were. No matter how much they called out to Arizona's 'white knight' instinct. Newborns were trouble. She nodded to herself, ignoring the puzzled looks from Leah and Callie.
"Something you want to share?" Callie broke into her thoughts, her tone icy.
"Yes, this patient needs immediate attention we need to perform urgent surgery to stop the internal bleeding in his spleen, Leah, could you book an OR room immediately? Arizona asked.
"Um, er.." Leah stammered, "Jo's coming this way, I'd rather learn from you, I'll just ask her and, um... I'll be right back."
She returned a moment later. "It's done!".
Was Leah suicidal? She had been nice to Leah, so why, on earth had Leah done this? Did Leah hate her. Did Leah even realise how easy it was to make Callie jealous and cantankerous? Of course she didn't. Leah was like a big, bounding, clueless puppy. She needed to get Leah out of there fast, before things got really nasty. Callie's possessive streak had once been endearing, flattering and sexy as hell, back when they were still a loving couple. When they were happy. Now it was positively frightening, and she thought rebelliously, it was also quite off-putting and vaguely insulting. It was getting hot in here. She needed air. What was her exit strategy? As the child of a marine she had been taught to have an exit strategy.
Damn it, there was no fucking exit strategy!
No escape... not with nine critically injured children, in need of immediate attention. She would have to do the 'Tim routine' and brazen it out. Fortunately April seemed to be heading her way. Since the fundraiser the two had formed an unlikely friendship, spending most nights together hanging out and watching pixar movies and getting tipsy together.
Arizona needed to act.
"Doctor Murphy, would you please assist Doctor Kepner in any way she requires?". Fortunately April caught on quick. She did have something that required immediate attention.
"Doctor Murphy, the patient in bed three requires an urgent supply of RH-negative blood, while we all appreciate your, willingness to learn, surely you can see that we need all hands on deck?" Kepner folded her arms and looked at Murphy, seemingly attempting to will her away by thought. "Well?!" Kepner walked back to the trauma nurses station, to pick up a chart, handing over to Murphy. "Thats your new patient, hop to it Doctor Murphy." Kepner walked over to the patient in bed five and stoped to examine the monitor.
Leah finally snapped out of whatever daydream was currently occupying her and scurried off, leaving Arizona and Callie alone. This was still a bad situation probably made worse by the fact that Arizona took the opportunity to have a rather large swig of her coffee.
"God I love coffee? Did you know that coffee actually prevents dementia?" Arizona asked Callie.
Callie arched her eyebrow, snorted, and continued to sullenly stare at Arizona, muttering something about dimpled gringas before turning her attention back to her patient. Boy, this was going to be a long shift.