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. I'm making the hotel name Arizona is staying in up - if it exists it's a coincidence. All mistakes are mine.

A/N: Well they have both declared there feelings but neither seems to be hearing the other...

This ones Leah's Pov. I hereby dedicate this 'ere chapter to my wife, this one was her idea over breakfast, and she's having a rotten day. It's cause of her that you're getting an extra chapter, today. Miss you, you sneaky guest reviewer you. Get a profile so I can acknowledge you lol. Xox

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You guys are awesome. Like, super awesome.

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"Leah, I need you. Can you come to my hotel room and let yourself in? I'm stuck in the bath". Leah heard Arizona speak through the receiver.

"Hold on Az, what do you need me to do? Arizona I don't have a key. What's your room number again?" Leah asked. She would have to get in somehow, maybe the concierge could give her a spare key card.

"Its 558, can you come, please, I'm stuck in the bath and it's freezing?"

"Eh, ah, ill be over in 15 have to get changed. Hang on I have an idea. Can you call the concierge and tell him I'm coming round. Get him to leave a key?", Leah might not always be the best judge of people's emotions but she hadn't gotten through med school without any brains. She was smart and a good problem solver. A born surgeon, trained in risk management.

"I can do that." Arizona whispered, her teeth chattering. "Please hurry".

Leah hung up the phone. Getting the elevator downstairs, she pressed the button on her key to open it remotely.

Half an hour later she arrived at Arizona's hotel, "Rising Star". The concierge was waiting with a bored expression. "Name?"

"It's Leah Murphy, Arizona said she'd ring to let you know I'm coming over."

"Ah yes, Miss Murphy, Room 558 for Arizona Robbins, here's your keycard".

Murphy grabbed the key and raced over to the lift, not stopping long enough to even thank the man.

She got into the lift and pushed button 5. The lift took ages to reach the fifth floor. Arizona must be a ice block by now. Letting herself into the hotel room, she reflected that it was a nice space. But very empty. Almost Spartan. Just a tiny hallway, about a metre and a half wide, a lounge chair tv and a standard size double bed. She hadn't really noticed any of the decor the last time she was her. Which was, what, yesterday morning? It felt like a week. A magical wonderful week. With her girlfriend.

She found Arizona in the bath. Her lips were faintly blue. She looked ashamed of herself.

"You got here? Oh tha-nk god you go-t here. Can you he-lp me out, I'm fr-eez-ing."

"Yeah sure." Leah tried not to stare too pointedly at her leg. So that was what it looked like. Arizona looked so drawn and small, with big purple bags under her eyes, her hair long and damp hung pathetically close to her head. This was not the amazing children's surgeon she knew. This was not the same person. This person was pale and helpless and weak.

"Here," she said , holding out a folded up white towel. The towel had been used often, a corner of it threadbare with a green stain in the corner. It had a damp smell. Like the kind she used to get as a child in Santa Monica hotels. The smell of a towel not properly washed. Everything was ugly. Arizona was watching her, from the bath. Her eyes had narrowed somewhat and she was biting the bottom corner of her lip.

"Leah could you help me out, I can't get out without you that's why I called you." her voice had gotten stronger. Leah dropped the towel on the floor and them reached down carefully, ensuring that her hand touched no part of Arizona's leg. She helped her to sit on the edge of the bath. She stared at Arizona. She stared at her leg.

"Could you bring my wheelchair, thanks?"

Leah brought her the chair.

"Can you help me into it please. It's cold. My limbs are numb, also can you please hand me my towel".

Leah picked up the towel from the floor and handed it to her. All the while not looking at her, her eyes drifting back to Arizona's leg. Arizona fumbled with her towel managing haphazardly to cover herself up.

"Thanks Leah, Leah, could you please help me into my chair?" Arizona looked up at her. Leah looked down as Arizona sat on that bath ledge shivering. Finally she reached down and grabbed Arizona's arm. Putting the brakes on she assisted Doctor Robbins as she struggled into her wheelchair.

"Thank you Leah, you really helped me today."

"You're welcome, Doctor Robbins, anything for my boss." She joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Leah?" Arizona asked.

"Yep?" She squealed.

"Could you please leave, now?"

She couldn't leave fast enough.