"Hey!" Callie chirped as her wife emerged from Dr. Wyatt's office. But upon seeing the disgruntled look on Arizona's face Callie quickly retracted her smile.

"How did it go?" Callie asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Wyatt's a quack! I'm not going back to her anymore," Arizona snapped and started walking.

"You want to talk about it?" Torres offered kindly, jogging slightly to catch up to the blonde. She was trying to be more amicable toward Arizona. Callie thought it was only fair that she match the effort her wife was putting in to repair their marriage.

"She thinks I have PTSD," Arizona scoffed, "how absurd is that?"

"That's uh…absurd," Callie replied unconvincingly.

Arizona halted to a stop. She turned and looked at Callie, studying her face.

"Oh my god, you agree with her?" she asked Callie accusingly, like Callie was doing something wrong.

Callie hesitated before answering and that in itself was enough to answer Arizona's question.

"Arizona," Callie called out but it was no use, the pediatric surgeon was already walking away.


As Dr. Robbins neared the pediatric ward she heard rapid beeping and sprinted toward the sound.

"Karev talk to me," Arizona said loudly making sure to be heard over the frantic hustling in the room.

"Patient's bradycardic, abdomen's rigid," he pointed to the ultrasound monitor, "the stitches in her stomach blew, she's bleeding out."

"Alright," Arizona started unplugging the child from all the machines, "call up and get an OR now! We have to open her up."

The two doctors raced the patient down the hall one on each side of her bed, "Crap," Karev shouted, "Crap! What the hell happened, her surgery went perfectly this morning. Hold the elevator!"

Once inside they caught their breaths and put on their scrub caps, impatiently waiting for the elevator to reach the OR floor.

"You didn't do anything wrong Karev. Stitches," she tied up her blonde locks, "don't always hold. Sometimes they seem fine at first but then pressure builds and they blow. It's a complication you have to learn to expect with surgeries like this."


"Callie come home," Meredith Grey pleaded the orthopedic surgeon.

"Rough day?" Callie chuckled at the sight of Dr. Grey, her hair was disheveled and there was dry baby food crusted around her temple.

"Either come home to us or give me my husband back. He's been no help ever since you two started your brain mapping trial," Meredith sounded exhausted.

"I'm sorry Grey, I know it's tough but you'll get through it" Callie did her best to sound as convincing as possible because she didn't actually know what Meredith was going through. For the first few months Sofia was in the hospital with herd of doctors and nurses. And once her baby was allowed home Callie had the help of Arizona and Mark.

Meredith turned and looked at Callie scornfully, "Shut up. You don't know what it's like."

Callie laughed pitifully at the exhausted woman next to her, "Ha, you know what, you're absolutely right. But still, good luck Grey!"

Callie got up to leave the room but stopped at the door, "Hey Meredith, Dr. Wyatt treated you for a while right? She any good?"

Meredith scoffed, "That lady was so annoying, but yeah, yeah she's good. She definitely knows what she's doing."

Callie sighed, "Yeah that's what I thought," she mumbled to herself.


With the patient's bleeding under control the initial chaos had died down. The sounds in Dr. Robbin's operating room were sounds every surgeon prayed for: quiet clattering of hard working surgical tools and the steady rhythmic beeping indicating a stable patient.

"What the hell? I'm seeing some other fluid mixed in with the blood."

"Hmm," Arizona observed, "I believe that's bile."

"Bile? From where?" Karev asked.

"Hold on a sec," Arizona moved the instruments away from the patient's stomach checking the surrounding anatomy, "the pylorus. Look."

"Pyloric stenosis? In a girl her age? I thought it was only in infants."

"It's rare," Dr. Robbins began to explain, "But it happens. So this means we can't just re-stitch the stomach closed. Why?"

Arizona took this opportunity to quiz Alex.

"Suturing the stomach closed would only fix it temporarily," Alex began, "Unless the pylorus is addressed and fixed, excess fluid will just build up and tear any tie we throw on the stomach."

Arizona smiled underneath her mask and looked up at her prodigy, "Excellent Alex."


Callie stood by the nurse's station, watching her wife talk to the parents of her patient. Arizona had a warm smile on her face which meant that the surgery probably went well. After a few hugs, smiles, and head nods were exchanged between Dr. Robbins and the parents, Arizona turned to leave the room. She looked outside and saw Callie waiting there for her and her smile quickly disappeared.

"Hey," she greeted Dr. Torres indignantly.

"Successfully surgery?" Callie noticed the cold tone in Arizona's voice but brushed it off.

"Pyloric stenosis in a 12 year old. Not something you see every day. It was pushing fluids into her stomach and tearing her sutures," Arizona replied without eye contact, opting instead to look down at the chart in her hand.

"Arizona?"

"Hmm?" Arizona still didn't look up.

"Arizona," Callie pleaded.

Dr. Robbins let out a frustrated sigh before looking up, "Yes Calliope?"

"You have to keep going to Dr. Wyatt. Like it or not you need help, and whatever you're doing, however you're coping on your own, it's only a temporary fix," Callie reached out and put her hand on Arizona's arm, "You're suturing the stomach when the pylorus is the problem. So please put your pride away and accept that you need help. Please."

Arizona looked Callie dead in the eyes and saw the sadness in them.

"Okay," she replied softly.