Thank you so much for reading and all mistakes are mine, so... what can possibly be the bigger reason that made Arizona cry?
Callie's POV
Constantly trying to repair my marriage made me give up on my last love, not only last love, but my ex-wife Lucy, who gave an ultimatum the moment I put all of me into the robot limbs project. She just threw everything in my face all at once.
"Do you realize how Mathew is doing in the school? Do you have the slightest idea? Either you choose a life in a hospital or get back to our old and amazing life and I want an answer now." Lucy kept yelling at me like everything was my fault.
"Amazing life, do you call what we had 'amazing', really? You only care about 'oh Callie, do you know who just checked in the last hotel I built? Meryl Streep! oh Callie this oh Callie that' you don't give a shit about our son." I yelled back, tired of trying to fix us. "I never forced you to do anything, Lucy, we came together to a conclusion that it was time to settle down and start a family, the only thing that you don't understand is that it's not my fault if I'm revolutionizing the way the world deals with prostheses."
As answer, I received a slammed door in my face. Lucy owned the largest hotel company in the world, The Giorginni's, she disappeared from the map, she's probably now in any of her hotels on an island. Mathew was the result from a sperm donation and my miracle, Lucy and I agreed that I'd carry our first one. In that time we planned on having 10 kids to occupy the backyard of our newly purchased home. At the end of the day, I'm taking care of him, like always.
My boy grew up in the hospital, the old charts were his best space to draw, after he won his first suture kit he wouldn't leave the galery, everyday sitting in Cristina Yang's lap, his godmother, practicing knots. Yang was my rommie for a long time, now that the apartament was all hers, I decided it was better to keep with the house, after all, Mathew deserved his own big space outside the hospital.
"Here, Ms. Robbins, you can sit while I put the electrodes on your head and also on you left arm to check if your brain is sending impulse waves to the amputated limb."
I sat behind the monitors, so far, the line kept straight without any aparent stimulus.
"Arizona, now I need you to think that you are moving your left hand and left forearm. I know it seems surreal now that they're not there, but you need to try."
"I'm already thinking." She said directly.
My happy expression disappeared, I couldn't believe that I was about to crash Arizona's hopes. What this woman's must have been through the 9 years that she didn't look for help and furthermore, she came to my ER to end up sobbing in front of me, I know there's something deep inside her that she's not telling me.
"I just need to call Dr. Shepard, he volunteered to help me with the neurological part of the pre-exams." I lied.
I called Shepard for a consult and to see if everything was right with Arizona's reflexes just to rule out any possible brain injury.
"I'll ask you for a CT, an intern will come to pick you and take you to the CT room."
Arizona had changed the clothes, had the contrast into her veins and had her body laid into the CT machine.
"Arizona, are you listening to me? Everything is okay? You're not claustrophobic, are you?" Jokes at wrong times, I'm a master of it.
The CT scans started to appear in the monitors.
"It's everything alright from my neurological view." Shepard said trusting in his skills.
"We need to wait for the results..." I should probably stop lying and kill her hopes already but what for God's sake is making me do the opposite? "Can you come here again, tomorrow 3 pm is good? We'll repeat some tests, their reading is not clear."
"Okay then" Arizona agreed, she never protested.
Shepard and I were in the lab this time to put the electrodes again on Arizona's head and amputated limb.
Looking directly at the straight line in the monitor, Shepard called me separately outside the lab.
"The impulses are coming out of her brain but the nerves aren't connected to the muscle and there's nothing we can do, she just does not fit into the requirements of your job, Callie. I'm sorry, but if I were you I'd tell her to go home, it's a waste of all the money your sponsors are financing to you." Shepard started to argue.
"I just cannot tell her to go, you don't understand. She's quiet and seems to know all the worst the world can provide to someone, if only she opened that mouth and told me something but any question I make related to what happened to her arm, she starts to cry." Where the heck came all this protective side of me, I don't even know her, I barely know how her voice sounds.
"Callie, unfortunately, as a board member I have to warn Avery about it, keeping up with this is a mistake. She can show up here for the rest of her life and don't get any result." Shepard was wanting to talk me into discharging her.
"The laboratory is mine, who got the money was me and... just get outta here, Shepard." I put an end in this stupid discussion.
I went back to the lab, my cheeks were red with anger, Arizona stood up expressionless and I wordlessly took the electrodes off her.
"Isn't he coming anymore?" Arizona asked in the softest and most innocent tone.
"Well, is it rude to say that we were fighting over you? Because that's just what happened out there, he's giving up and I just can't, Arizona. I can handle knowing that I discharged the doctor that could give you what you lost, but I'll figure something out." Tears were already forming in my eyes.
"What's going on? Be honest, the doctors who took care of me at first told me that it was impossible to reattach the arm to the forearm again, maybe this time the prosthesis won't work too." How can Arizona talk so soft when everything is falling apart, oh my!
"Arizona, your nerves do not communicate with the arm muscles, therefore the robotic hand's sensors would not read what your brain is ordering them to do." It was time for me to be honest with her.
The silence took over us and I went quieter not knowing what to say.
That's when Mathew enters the laboratory without knowing the gravity of what was happening and smiles at me. I saw no problem in him staying there, it was my lab anyway.
Arizona's POV
Dr. Torres had again schedule me for the following day. I was about to leave the room when a when a boy out of nowhere enters the laboratory without knowing the gravity of what was happening at that exactly moment.
He takes the model of a spinal cord to play and smiles at Dr. Torres, I didn't mind to care who that boy was but the boy had dimples drawn by hand and eyes so blue that reminded me so much of someone as a child but my brain was so blurred at that moment, so I just left the room.
"Oh my God, now I can see a child hanging around this hospital who simply looks just like..." I though to myself and then my mouth couldn't help it and released a scream "Tim, it's Tim!" the face of the biggest reason why I'm here.
"Tim." I repeated to myself in a whisper, yeah, I had remembered the bigger reason that made me look for help.
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