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Chapter 2

The hall was bustling with life as Callie made her way to the front desk; there were kids in every room, and nurses and doctors racing around, trying to ease their pain.

Callie weaved through the people and finally made it to the front desk. She leaned against it, relieved to have a second away from the giant baby elephant in the room.

She groaned when the shrill ringing of the phone cut into her happy place.

"I got it," she growled at the secretary reaching for the phone, after a moment of reckless hesitation, the middle aged woman backed down. Callie raised her eyebrows as if to say that's right, don't push me grandma, and picked up the receiver.

"Seattle Grace Hospital, pediatrics wing," she answered impatiently, pressing the phone to her ear.

"SEATTLE GRACE HOSPITAL IS CURRENTLY UNDER LOCK DOWN. SECURE ALL AREAS AND DO NOT LET ANYONE LEAVE THE WING."

The phone clicked off and Callie looked around at the bustle of people.

"Damn it," she muttered, shaking her head and picking up the phone receiver. Did this seriously have to happen today?

"All doctors please report to the main desk, this will only take a moment."

She put the receiver down and waited as the doctors slowly flowed over to her. She saw Arizona's blonde waves through the crowd, and when their eyes met she raised her eye brows, questioning. Callie looked away quickly and moved to address the people.

"We have a code blue," she spoke clearly and calmly, "No one, doctor, patient, or otherwise, can leave or come into this section. Any pre-op patients need to be taken care of until the lockdown is lifted. The important thing to do here is to remain calm. We are working with children who are sick and scared, and as their doctors it is our job to keep them relaxed and comfortable."

"What about the parents of the children?" One brave intern asked, and Callie glowered at her.

"When I say no one, I mean no one, have I made myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am," the intern nodded, his face going a deep shade of red.

"Good," Callie nodded, "Now everyone back to your patients."

"Do you know what this is about?" Arizona asked quietly, coming to stand next to Callie as they walked back to their room.

"No idea," she answered shortly.

"Calliope," Arizona said her name gently, grabbing the Latina's hand, "please just stop for a second."

"What?" Callie demanded, turning on her and glaring. Her anger was met with an infuriating smile.

"Look," Arizona began, "I know that you're angry with me right now, and whether or not I deserve it is beside the point." She held up her hand to silence the stream of angry Spanish.

"The bottom line is that we are stuck with each other for who knows how long, and there is a little girl in there who really needs us to stay positive. You're allowed to hate me all you want, but whether you like it or not we need to do our jobs and we need to do them well. I love you, but right now you are being a huge pain in the ass."

With that, she turned on her heel and wheeled back into the room, leaving Callie gaping at the back of her head.

"I know this hurts," Callie apologized as the little girl wailed in her arms, "But I have to be able to know what's going on in your tummy, sweetie; ok?"

"Squeeze Charlie really really tight," Arizona urged, holding the little girl's hand, "Dr. Torres is almost finished."

With one final, gentle squeeze, Callie slowly lowered the girl back down.

"Can I talk to you for a second?" Arizona murmured, nodding over to the corner of the room, Callie followed her and they spoke in hushed tones.

"This kid is a ticking time bomb," Arizona huffed, glancing over at the little girl, "She isn't eating, her stomach is swelling, that knot could rupture any second and there isn't a single god damn thing we can do about it."

"Hey," the Latina put her hand on Arizona's arm, more out of reflex than anything else, "We're going to be fine. Everything's going to be fine. Right now, we need to make sure she stays calm and stable. So I need you to put on that bright smile I love so much."

Callie cursed herself; that last part wasn't supposed to be said out loud. God Damn hormones. But it did the trick; Arizona nodded, took a steadying breath, and smiled.

"There," Callie approved, then turned her attention back to their patient.

"Nami, sweet heart, try to calm down."

Reassurances were met with piercing wails.

"Hey Nami, hey," Arizona chimed in, kneeling so that her face was level with the little girl, "What did I tell you about Charlie?"

"Ma-magic," the little girl managed, her deep brown eyes staring into Arizona's.

"That's right, now I want you to keep holding onto him, and he will help you take the pain away, I promise he will."'

Nami nodded and squeezed her eyes shut, desperately clinging to the toy, as if it was her only lifeline.

"Good," Arizona murmured, running a cool hand over the girl's glistening forehead.

"Give her just a little more morphine," she instructed, and Callie nodded, going to the medicine cabinet and pulling a syringe off the top shelf.

"This should do the trick," she depressed the needle into the IV drip and tossed the needle into the hazmat bin.

"I'm going to check in with the other patients," Arizona sighed, "see how everyone's handling themselves."

"Go, I got this," Callie nodded, glancing down at the little girl.

A hand desperately gripping Arizona's scrubs stopped her. She turned around and was met with terrified, pleading eyes.

"I'll be right back, sweetie, I promise."

It was no use; the girl was not about to let go anytime soon.

"I'll go," Callie sighed, forcing a smile; the last thing she wanted to deal with right now was a bunch of interns acting like babies.

"Are you sure?" Arizona asked half heartedly; they both knew there wasn't a way around it.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a bit."

"Ok," the blonde turned her attention back to the little girl, gently lowering herself onto the edge of the bad. They looked painfully sweet, even to a pissed off, hormonal woman who really just wanted to put her feet up.

"I'll just be a moment," Callie moved toward the door, absently running her hand over Arizona's back as she walked by.

Arizona smiled at the touch, watching the retreating doctor's back for a moment before turning her attention back to the child.

"We're gonna be ok," she smiled at the little girl, who looked back at her, wide eyed, but seemingly calm.

"I promise, we'll all be ok.