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Prompt: Arizona is sick and Callie takes care of her.

AN: This one is way old but wanted to do it anyways.

Soup and Vapor Rub

"Arizona…"

"I'm fine-duh, Calliope." A stuffy voice replies, a red nosed Arizona Robbins shuffling out of her bedroom and setting about finding her shoes.

"Arizona…" Callie tries again, following her stubborn wife around the apartment. "You can barely breathe and you could guide Santa's sleigh with that nose of yours."

"I said I'm fine-duh." The blonde replies, the pounding in her head amplifying when she bends down to check under the couch.

"When you pronounce it as 'fine-duh', you're not fine." The Latina bites back, crossing her arms across her chest and jutting out a hip. "You're-"

"Don't say it." Arizona tells her.

"-sick. You're sick, sweetie." The ortho surgeon says, ignoring the warning glare puffy blue eyes are giving her.

"I'm fine-duh." Robbins says again, suddenly hearing how her congested nose is altering her speech. "Fine-duh. …Fine-duh. I'm fin- Damn it. I'm not sick."

"You work every day around sick kids, honey. Sooner or later you catch something, it happens. There's no shame in calling in sick, sweetie." Callie tries to soothe her wife's ruffled pride.

Arizona seems to consider her words for a second, so the Latina takes that time to step infront of the blonde and lay her lips against a flushed forehead. With a quick kiss, Callie pulls back and says "Yeah, you're hot Arizona."

"Just now realizing that, baby?" Arizona replies sarcastically, pulling away from the woman's grasp and finding her missing shoe. Apparently Sofia thought her Mama likes to keep her shoes in the toy bin. She can feel the heat of dark brown eyes on her while the blonde pulls a coat on and slings her purse over her shoulder.

With her hand on the doorknob, Arizona looks back at her wife and says "I am Arizona Robbins. Arizona Robbins does not get sick. Arizona Robbins is not afraid of the common cold. …The common cold is afraid of Arizona Robbins." With a firm nod, the surgeon opens the door leaves, slamming it shut behind her.

Callie just rolls her eyes and pulls out her cell, quickly finding the number she wants, and brings it up to her ear. "Hey Karev, it's Callie. Look, Arizona has that bug that's going around so she won't be in today." Just then there is a knock on the door and Torres shuffles forward to answer it. "Yeah… Yeah, I will. She shouldn't be out more than a day or two." A tanned hand grasps the doorknob and pulls the door open, a weak, snotty, and sweaty Arizona Robbins leaning against the doorframe.

The blonde looks up into the eyes of her wife and whines "I'm sick…"

A soft, sympathetic smile pulls at the Latina's lips, and Callie replies to both Arizona and Karev, "Don't worry, I'll take care of her." Ending the call Callie grips her wife's arm and pulls her inside, dropping her bag and jacket on the couch before guiding Arizona into the bedroom.

Within ten minutes of attempting to march out of her apartment, Arizona ends up in her warmest and most comfy pajamas while burrowing herself into their bed. And thirty minutes after that, Callie enters with a tray table full of all the goodies that come with getting sick. A glass of orange juice, some water, and a large bowl of piping hot soup.

"Alright, here we go…" Callie murmurs, setting the tray across her wife's lap. "Now, this was my abuelo's recipe. This will cure anything you got. I swear it could grow back a limb…" She adds, getting a small chuckle from Arizona. The blonde takes a small, tentative spoonful and groans in happiness.

"That's so good." Arizona sighs, taking a bigger sip.

Callie keeps the woman company, today just happening to be one of her days off and Sofia being with her father, and makes sure her wife finishes as much as she can. Being a doctor, she knows it's not medically possible for a soup to cure a cold. But being a daughter, wife and mother… you put stock into those types of things.

Finally Arizona pushes away the tray, only a small portion of her meal left, and lays back against the large mound of pillows supporting her. A small mountain of tissues have already gathered in the trash can next to her bed, and it feels like her lungs are compacted with cement. Along with the soup, she took a couple decongestants but they haven't kicked in yet, and Arizona groans in annoyance.

"I hate being sick." The blonde whines, trying to blow her nose again but nothing coming out even though she can't breathe unless it's through her mouth.

"I thought Arizona Robbins doesn't get sick." Callie plays. A foot from beneath the comforter kicks the Latina and Torres just chuckles at the weak attempt.

Grabbing one of the items from the tray table, Callie opens it and smears some icy cool gel over her hands. "Okay, lift up your shirt."

Arizona tugs at the hem of her cotton t-shirt, pulling it up to just below her chin and showing off a completely bare stomach and chest. Strong hands softly make contact and start to massage the mentholated vapor rub into her wife's skin. It's an intimate moment, Callie rubbing all over her lover's body, but it's not sexual. Blue eyes close from the feeling of the Latina's hands working in the miracle gel, the blonde's lungs opening up under the ortho surgeon's touch.

"How's that feel?" Callie asks softly, working it in between her wife's breast and smoothing her hands over the blonde's fair shoulders.

"Awesome." Arizona moans, lightly dropping the t-shirt back in place with tanned hands leave her body.

"Good. Now you should rest." The Latina says, kissing her wife on the forehead again, both to check her temperature and to just kiss her.

She starts to walk out of the bedroom but at the door way Arizona says "Calliope…"

"Yeah, sweetie?" Torres asks, turning back to look at her cocooned wife.

"Lay with me?" The peds surgeon asks, reminding Callie of their daughter when she asks for one of them to stay with her. "Just for a little while? Until I fall asleep?"

"Of course." Callie answers, then steps out of her shoes and crawls into bed behind her wife. With Arizona's body pulled tight against hers, Torres wraps an arm around the blanketed woman and molds her front with Arizona's back.

With the soft humming of the Latina whispering in her ear, Arizona sighs happily and murmurs, "I should get sick more often."