A/N: I told you I'd get better at this updating thing ;) I don't really have much to say, so, happy readings as always. Enjoy. :)


The slamming of a door woke Arizona from her sleep, and she found herself squinting against the bright lights that washed out the empty room.

"What the hell?" She could see a body standing at the door frame, but it was too short to be Callie, so she didn't mind yelling at the intruder. "This room is in use." The words were grumbled in a way that would make any intern or resident below them run for cover, especially since she rarely allowed herself to get angry. Which annoyed her greatly when the person didn't leave or even flick off the light that was causing a pounding headache.

Rubbing her eyes until her vision adjusted, Arizona finally looked up through unkempt blonde hair to see that the person standing there was Miranda Bailey. Great...

"Get your ass up, Robbins. Your wife is gonna be back here- IF she ever stops crying on my hospital floors- only because she's got nowhere else to go. And both of you are expected back to work in six hours. Pick up the damn slack. You think I'm sleeping through this mess?" Bailey's look dared her to talk back, but luckily the glare only lasted a few seconds, and she was gone by the time Arizona had swiped the sleepiness from her face.

"Hey." The words were barely herd but still sharp. That's all Callie spoke before she went to work moving her borrowed hospital cot further from her wife's. Arizona covered her face with her hands, at a loss for what to say, but was shocked out of her thoughts when a click was heard from the connected bathroom. When she was sure Callie was busy using the built in shower, she finally let out the breath she'd been holding. The blonde leaned back against the bed, taking a few moments to rest her eyes before the inevitable fight that would happen once again.

The next thing she heard was crying. It started softly, muffled by the roaring of the shower along with the bustling hospital sounds. Eventually, the sobs seemed to shake the walls, and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. Arizona's chest hurt from the sound, but she refused to run away again. Not from this...not from her. She is your wife, Arizona, her conscience screamed.

The pediatric surgeon couldn't take it anymore; not with her wife losing it one door away, and she covered her ears, shaking uncontrollably. For the first time in a while, the pain came back. First throbbing, then searing, and she could picture her invisible leg being ripped to shreds on that terrible plane ride that had changed everything. The prosthetic was propped up against the wall, but she couldn't reach it fast enough.

It'd never been this bad; not when she first woke up on the forest ground after blacking out, or when the infection had spread, or when Callie had to amputate. It had never been this painful. And Arizona couldn't stand it.

"Fuck!" She punched the bed with vigor, trying to hit a limb that was no longer there. "Go away! I don't want this pain. I don't want this fucking life. I don't want to hurt anyone..." She didn't know who she was talking to, but when she spotted Callie out of the corner of her eye, her mouth snapped shut.
"Calliope."

The Latina was frozen, damp wavy hair dripping onto a fresh set of scrubs and staining the navy color until it was barely black. Her eyes were red and swollen, a vast contrast to the dark bags that were set underneath. She'd never looked more beautiful, and she'd never looked so scared.

Arizona hung her head in shame. "I didn't...I didn't even realize I was yelling. I'm sorry for interrupting you." Her voice shook in waves, like an ocean during a storm. "I can go if you want to sleep." Normally Arizona would find a new room, but she'd heard from one of the nurses in a surgery that they were quickly running out of open hospital beds, even in closed off, private wards. Most of the residents and interns were napping on the floor of the on call rooms if they weren't doubled up in beds. Callie had been lucky to grab this room before anyone had gotten to it, but Arizona didn't feel welcome to enjoy it.

Callie contemplated the statement, but just shook her head. No matter what, Arizona was her wife and she would make sure she was safe. Sofia had already been checked on, and though Callie had offered to take her off of the tired workers hands, they assured the doctor that they'd take care of her baby as long as she promised to save more lives. Now, she just had to make sure her wife was okay… as long as she distanced herself.

"Are you sure?" Arizona asked.

"Yes, god, just go back to sleep. I'm exhausted." Callie rolled her eyes and scrambled into the bed after turning off the light, slightly shivering from the cold of her hair.

"...Do you need another blanket?" Arizona spoke after an unknown amount of minutes, quietly in case Callie had just fallen asleep.

There was no movement to give away the wide awake Latina when the words were spoken, so Arizona just sighed and closed her eyes. But Callie was just stewing in her own thoughts secretly. She'd almost snapped at her wife, but remembered what Bailey said. 'Just let her do something for you', Callie thought to herself. As much as she hated her wife for what she did, she didn't want the blonde to keep feeling inadequate, especially with the daughter they'd be raising together, even if they were separated.

At first, Arizona thought she was just hearing things when a "sure" was whispered into the air. With a glance at the lump under the thin sheet in the bed a few feet away from her, she saw brown eyes staring at her, but the darkness made it impossible to understand her emotions.

"Okay. Give me a few minutes." It took Arizona a little bit longer than normal to attach her prosthetic just well enough to get to the supply closet because her hands were shaking, but the attempt failed anyways- as she reached for one of the comfortable blankets, she was stopped by an aggravated nurse. Apparently they were already low on supplies and they needed each and every one for the patients they'd been receiving.

Arizona couldn't help talking back to the unpleasant woman, asking how they thought the surgeons would be able to do their job if they couldn't sleep well for the few hours they had off. The nurse didn't budge.
When Arizona made it back into the room, she realized Callie was already asleep, snoring gently, and even through everything that had happened, the sound never ceased to make her smile. Arizona took her own blanket and draped it over the resting figure, assuming that Callie needed the sleep more than she, especially since she'd already had an hour or two off call.

The cot was cold and uncomfortable without a blanket to wrap herself in, but Arizona could make do for this one thing she'd been able to accomplish for her wife.

Xx

Callie was relaxed… for lack of a better word. Her head was spinning from the night before, when she'd hardly spoken a word to her wife….adulterous wife. Still, hours of sleeping off a long shift tended to do that, no matter what mental state she was in- that was something she'd found out during her years of residency when she almost went crazy from picking up her slacker of an attending's work. And although a quick run of her hand through her hair made it painfully obvious of the knots and tangles left from a night of sleeping with improperly dried hair, she found herself not caring. Especially since a quick look to her side ensured that she was alone. Arizona must have gone back to work… God, what time is it?

The open blinds told her that it was nighttime, but that didn't make any sense… all the doctor's who'd stuck to their shift had been called in during the late in the daytime to prepare for the disaster, so… she had to have worked for almost 24 hours, and then slept through anything else. She hadn't even noticed how long she'd been breaking and mending bones, but a flick of her wrist confirmed her curiosity. Those magic hands would probably need a little ice on them before anything else.

Callie wondered why no one had woken her up, because honestly there weren't many (capable) residents when it came to bones. They'd all enrolled in med school for the heart, or the brain, or even livers and guts and gory stuff, but no one found bones as interesting as Seattle's best Ortho surgeon. Usually that was okay, since there wasn't much need for more than one in the specialty, but besides the causalities that came with these kinds of storms, most of the other patients suffered from broken bones. She never understood why they couldn't just stay inside, and clean the damn roof during the days when winds weren't knocking down whole trees…Callie shook her head just thinking of the case from earlier. He'd ended up being one of her few major surgeries this time around, with lungs punctured by multiple ribs, not to mention broken bones on almost every limb. She worked with Yang on that surgery, luckily, and they managed to save the dumbass.

Callie had just decided that whoever had taken over, if anyone, wouldn't be good enough for her standards, and moved to push the sheets off of her when she realized that Arizona's bed was completely bare. With another look down, she cursed under her breath. She'd fallen asleep when Arizona had gone off to get a new blanket, but she assumed that the blonde couldn't find one because hers was also draped over Callie. She found herself stupidly worrying about the comfort of her wife, but… The room is a little cold.

The dark haired woman barely had time to roll her eyes, chastising herself for caring, before the smell of coffee wafted through the barely open door. Her eyes caught up with her nose when she saw two cups of coffee carefully balanced in one fair skinned hand, and a box of what looked like doughnuts in the other. At first, she assumed it was Arizona and began to mentally build up her walls. Then she noticed the soft tan, and an unmistakable gold designer watch. Callie's mouth dropped open when a head covered in red hair peeked through the doorway.

"…Addison?"


A/N Part Dos: Surprise! What is Addison doing in town? What's going to happen next? You'll have to wait till the next chapter... but I'll try not to disappoint. As always, reviews are appreciated.

(Unless your main goal is to bash on me about my attempt to make Arizona seem like just a human... because she is one. Always remember that as you continue to read this story. I will not write to make Callie sound perfect and Arizona sound like a total fuck up. Things aren't always that black and white. Even the worst kinds of people have feelings...and Arizona is not that. I won't tell you I 100% for sure know what I'm doing with this story, but I will tell you that it's true that stories can sometimes write themselves.)

Also, one question. Longer chapters and less frequent updates, or semi- short chapters like this and frequent updates? You decide.