The first thing Callie saw when she opened her eyes was her alarm clock displaying its numerals in an angry red: 6.19 pm. She moaned and buried her face in her pillow. Not really a nap if you sleep that long, she thought. Even though she would rather have stayed in bed, she got up, and stretched her arms to wake her self up. Then she proceeded to the bathroom.

When she walked in she noticed that Arizona's clothes were by the shower. She picked them up and was about to throw them in the wash basket when she heard a metallic sound coming from Arizona's jeans. Callie searched all pockets and found a wallet, and a set of keys. She put them on the cabinet and put the clothes in the basket.

When she came out of the bathroom she tried to listen for any sounds coming from the guest bedroom. She couldn't hear anything, but she went to look through the door, and she saw that Arizona was still in bed. Callie suddenly worried that she might not be breathing, so she tiptoed up to the bed. She saw that Arizona's chest was moving up and down in a steady rhythm, and let out a small sigh of relief.

Callie went down the hallway and into the kitchen. She put on some coffee: a shot of caffeine would do the trick, and one cup of coffee a day she figured was alright. She sat down in the living room and held the cup of warm coffee with both hands to warm them. As she drank, a lot of thoughts went through her head. She thought about what happened last night, again. Then she remembered she had to go to work tomorrow, and she needed to come up with a story to explain her absence today.

She sat in the couch for awhile, but then decided it was probably time to eat something again. This time she put a little more effort into making soup. She decided Arizona needed as much nutrition she could get, so she took out all the vegetables she could find in her fridge and put it in the instant soup mix, and finally pureed everything with a stick blender. The result didn't really look appetizing. Callie tasted it, and shrugged: it didn't taste all that bad really. She poured the liquid into two bowls and put them on a tray together with a spoon for herself.

Callie pushed the guest bedroom door open with her foot. She put the tray on the desk, and then turned to Arizona. She was still sleeping by the looks of it. Callie did feel bad about waking her up, but she figured Arizona had to eat to keep her strength up. She put a hand on Arizona's forehead to feel if she still had a fever, but it seemed that it was gone. Callie smiled and tried to wake Arizona. "Arizona."

No response, so she tried saying her name again but this time she also put her hand on Arizona's right shoulder. Arizona stirred, and took a deep breath right before she opened her eyes. She jerked away from Callie's touch in fear. "It's alright Arizona, it's me, Callie. I have some food for you."

Arizona relaxed. She tried to speak but all that came out was a noise that didn't really sound like speech. She put a hand to her throat, and closed her eyes.

"It's OK. Here, I brought you soup." Callie held out one of the bowls to Arizona. Callie saw that she frowned as she looked at the contents of the bowl, and assured Arizona that: "It looks kind of nasty but it tastes fine. I promise!"

Arizona shrugged and took a straw and gave the soup a try. Callie waited to see a reaction on Arizona's face. Arizona smiled and made a thumbs up. "Told you so" Callie said and started eating from her own bowl.

When they were both finished, Callie put everything back on they tray. "I'm going to get this back to the kitchen and clean up the mess I made while making it." Arizona smiled in reply.

Callie put all the dishes in the sink, and put away the tray. She heard the bathroom door close. She wasn't used to hearing other sounds around the house than the ones she made herself. It didn't bother her though; she found it rather nice actually. She hadn't thought of the possibility of sharing a house with someone else for a long time. Having Arizona here reminded her of what it could be like. A warm feeling spread through Callie's body when she thought about it, but at the same time she felt sad because she knew it wouldn't last.

Callie was pulled out of her daydreaming by a careful knock, knock. She looked up to see Arizona, who had entered the kitchen without Callie noticing. Arizona gave Callie a concerned look. Are you OK?

"Hey, I didn't hear you. Is everything alright?" Callie felt uncomfortable, like Arizona had caught her doing something private.

Arizona nodded, but then she held out one hand to Callie and put the other to her throat and mimed an Are you?!

Callie put on a smile and answered, in an overly happy voice, that of course she was. "Would you like to watch some TV?" She added.

Arizona paused, as if she was still pondering on Callie's assuring she was alright. Then she she gave Callie a nod and went to the living room.

Arizona sat down in the couch. Callie picked the chair right beside it. Arizona patted on the seat beside her on the couch, but Callie said she was fine in the chair. Arizona shrugged and turned her head to the TV. Callie flipped around the channels, but then decided to hand it to Arizona instead. "You pick." She smiled at Arizona. Arizona didn't want to argue about the remote so she took it.

They watched in silence. Neither of them really paid attention to what was on, because both of them were more concerned about the tangible tension in the room.

Callie was starting to feel tired, and it was as good a reason as any to get out of there. "I'm off to bed, I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll try to get off earlier, but make yourself at home. I'll make sure to buy something else for you to eat, but in the meantime you will have to settle for instant soup."

Arizona nodded, offered Callie a smile, and got one back before Callie went to the bathroom.

Callie looked at herself in the mirror, and drew a deep sigh. She brushed her teeth and then went straight to bed. She set the alarm, turned around and stared at the ceiling for awhile. She heard Arizona go into the bathroom, and then to the guest bedroom. Callie almost felt Arizona's presence through the wall. She let out a sigh and the closed her eyes.

Arizona wasn't sure what had happened between them. First Callie had evidently lied about being fine, and then she had preferred to not sit beside Arizona. She couldn't understand what she had done to make Callie act that way. Maybe the reality of having a stranger in the house had finally dawned on her. Arizona hated the fact that she was stuck there. She still couldn't talk, and even though the pain in her ribs had subsided, it was still too risky to travel a longer distance.

She turned off the TV, and went to the bathroom. Arizona saw her wallet and keys on the cabinet. That explained it!, she thought. Callie must have looked in her wallet, and was now probably very confused. Since Callie hadn't thrown her out, there was no point in talking to her about it now, Arizona concluded. That will be a thing for tomorrow.

She removed the plasters and examined the wound, that seemed to be healing nicely. However, she put on a new pair of plasters to avoid anything chafing it open again. She only washed her mouth with toothpaste, and then went to the guest bedroom.

Arizona didn't fall asleep right away. Her mind was filled with different scenarios for tomorrow's talk with Callie, and what the consequences of that would be.