Chapter 5:

Previously:

"Daddy, I don't think you were properly introduced," She said as she pulled on Callie's hand urging her to come join her near the bed.

"Daddy, this is Calliope Torres. The love of my life" The blonde states proudly as Callie blushes and looks down at Arizona's casted wrist. The pads of her thumb brushes the blonde's knuckles were the skin broke from hitting the shooter. Callie bend down and kisses said knuckles and smiles.

"Yeah, I am" Callie sent Arizona a wink and smiles up at the Colonel.

Arizona has been in the hospital for a week now. Seattle Grace is reopening today so as soon as all the paperwork is complete, Arizona will be transferred over to our hospital. Daniel and Barbara Robbins have been staying in Arizona's apartment and I absolutely love them both. Arizona, on the other hand, has been going crazy sitting in the hospital all day and being smothered to death by her parents. But, all of that will settle down when Arizona gets to Seattle Grace and starts physical therapy. The bullet that went to her stomach ripped quite a lot of muscle tissue and nicked her liver, so I've tried to warn the blonde that physical therapy isn't going to be easy, but the PEDs surgeon always waves me away telling me that it's going to be a piece of cake.

"Alright, how do you like your new room?" Callie asked Arizona as she sat on the edge of the hospital bed. She fixes the sheets as she slightly tucks the blonde in before she looks up to meet the blonde's blue eyes.

"It's okay. Better the Seattle Pres." Arizona replies with a small smile. She reaches up and runs her fingers through Callie's long ravine hair. She's glade to be back to a place she's familiar with, but she's waiting for the other shoe to drop. Since she woke up, Callie has been by her side none stop. She knows that Callie has some questions and she knows that the ortho surgeon is only keeping quiet on the matter to not upset the blonde.

"Are you ready for PT? The nurse is supposed to come take you down stairs in a little bit, but I think I can handle that" Callie grabs the pale hand that is playing with her hair and plants a small kiss on the blonde's palm.

"Yeah, I'm ready!" Arizona perks up, "The sooner I can start, the sooner I can get back to work."

"Just don't push yourself too much. You don't want a set back, now do you?"

"I'm sure it won't be that bad. I mean, what's the worst thing that I'll be doing? A few sit up? I can handle those. I'm a pro at them"

"I'm sure you are," Callie chuckled as she bent down and planted to kiss on the blonde's pink lips.

"Let me go get you a wheelchair and we can go down stair" She sends a wink before she walks out to grab the chair.

Not five minutes later, Callie and Arizona are headed towards the PT ward where Arizona gets hit with the reality of her situation.

Here we go…

I helped Arizona get back into the hospital bed before I tucked her in and gave her a kiss.

"Are you okay? How are you feeling, love?" I asked,

"Like I just got hit by a train. PT sucks" the blonde replied, I frown as I run my fingers through her hair. Ever though I've been warning her about how hard PT is, I refrained myself from saying 'I told you so' after the sweat and tears shed during her first session. I hate seeing her like this; it just makes me feel worse about the whole thing. I mean, she got shot trying to protect me and not to mention the broken nose and the bruises covering her face.

I lift her hand and kiss the injured knuckles, "It'll get better" I try to sooth the situation.

"You mean harder. Ugh, I'm so sick of this already!" Arizona snaps

I pull back slightly, but stay sitting on the side of the bed, "No, I really mean that it'll get easier. The first few are going to be hard, but once you get the hang of it…it'll be better"

Blue eyes soften when she sees the look I'm giving her. The blonde then moves to the side of the bed away from me and pats the place next to her, signaling for me to get in. I softly smile before I kick off my shoes and get under the covers with her.

"That's better," the blonde mumbles as she snuggles to my chest. Silence takes over the small hospital room as the two snuggle. It's not the uncomfortable silence that usually invades conversations, but a relaxing 'it's okay not to talk' type of silence.

"I know you have questions, and it's okay to ask," Arizona starts. "About that day, I mean" she lifts her head to look at the ortho surgeon.

The brunette looks at the blue eyes that have captured her soul, but looks away after a few seconds. "I just—I mean, I didn't know you could do that. Where did you learn how to fight like that?" Callie asks

The PED surgeon sighs before she answers, "I used to get bullied in elementary school…because of my name. I used go home and sneak into my parent's bathroom to wash my face and put some of my mother's cover up on the black eye I got that day. In middle school, I used to get bullied because I'm gay. It started as people staring at me, constantly. But in eighth grade, a boy transferred to our school and he didn't like that I held hands with a girl during recess. So everyday after school, the boy and his friends would follow me until we leave school ground and they would beat me up. Tim had practice after school, so I was alone. Eventually, my dad noticed the black eyes and busted lips and had me and Tim train and learn how to defend ourselves." The blonde looks back up after staring at her scraped knuckles that whole time.

After a short nap, the two women where woken up by a knock on the hospital door.

"Doctor Robbins?" Chief Webber came in. After the shooting, Derek decided that he isn't meant to be chief and appointed Webber back to his rightful place.

"Chief Webber!" the blonde sat up, startled with the chief's appearance in her room.

"How are you feeling, Dr. Robbins? I hear you're going to be starting out-patient treatment in a week."

"Umm, yeah. If I'm mobile enough in a week"

"I'm glad to hear that. I got a call today concerning you…" the chief started

"Alright. Is it bad? Who was it, Chief?" the surgeon asked

"It's the Carter Madison committee. You won the Carter Madison Grant to go to Africa," the man said with a congratulatory voice.

The blonde's eyes almost fell out of their sockets before she looked down to the sleeping brunette next to her.

Crap.