A/N: Okay, I know this is crap I was bored writing this. Also if there is anyone who reads this fic from the East coast in America, stay safe and good luck. Ireland never experiences anything like that it seems terrifying. X

Arizona's POV

"Arizona if you're not out of that bed and dressed in five minutes make no mistake I will come in there and drag you out"

Petas voice was blaring at the other side of my door. My head is spinning. I needed something. Anything. I drag myself out of bed and make my way to my ageing wardrobe at the other side of my room. As I open the door the old familiar creak prances onto my eardrums as it has done every morning since I moved in here. I pull on the first pair of tracksuit pants I find which happen to be an old pair of Sophie's. I think about her for a moment, wondering where she might be, before I push her out of my mind. I do not want to think about her right now. Peta bangs on the door again.

"I'm up" I shout out to her. "I'll be out in a minute"

As I move towards the door the agitated feeling is back once again. I decide to ignore it as I move closer to my destination; but as my hand reaches the door knob I change my mind. The feeling is too aggravating. I creep back towards my bed and whilst looking over my shoulder to be aware of any sudden intrusions I position my hand between the two pillows in my pillowcase and retrieve a small plastic bag. I sigh with contempt with the reality that I have only four of the minute white pills left. Enough to get me through today but no further. I curse that Sophie and I didn't keep any more handy.

"No, this is a good thing" I say to myself. I'll stop tomorrow. It's not a big deal. Just one more day. Without a second thought I place two of the pills into my mouth and dry swallow; something in which I detest but there is no water in this room and I fear Peta's gaze on me if I go out for a glass. The effect is instantaneous. The agitation wears off slightly. It is bearable but only just. I contemplate taking the last two but yet another knock on the door and the sound of it opening unsettles me. In a panic I shove the plastic bag under my pillow and turn to face my intruder. It was Peta of course.

"Arizona, what's the hold up? Hurry up." she demands in a way I've been accustomed to since I was a child. She doesn't appear to have noticed anything off and I am grateful for this.

I plaster a smile on my face.

"Nothing I'm ready now. It's been a while since I went for a run. This could be good for me".

Peta has a sceptical look on her face.

"Well look who has suddenly changed her tune"

"I've had a lot of time to think"

It's true. I haven't stopped thinking in months.

We make our way to the kitchen where I spot Callie nursing a cup a coffee at the table. Why is she up this early? Our eyes catch each other before she quickly looks away. I have been giving her the cold shoulder after she refused to take my side against Peta. It took me the night to realise just how childish that might have been. If I make small talk she might take it that I'm not pissed anymore.

I grab the coffee pot and grab a mug and pour as I take the seat directly across from Callie, trying to think of something to start some small talk.

"You're up early" Obviously.

Though it doesn't deserve it Callie warrants my statement with an answer, seemingly surprised that I am engaging in conversation with her.

"Uhh yeah, well I'm back at work today"

"Oh" I didn't know this. "You never said" Of course she never told you Arizona you haven't been speaking to her.

"I only really found out yesterday. Chief Webber called last night and told me I was needed back today. That I already took too much time off and my department was going under with my absence"

This makes me uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry Callie" Her eyes widen.

"God Arizona no. That's not how I meant that to sound"

"Its fine Callie" It really is. Though it seems she doesn't seem to think so.

"No it isn't. Don't ever apologize for something that I chose to do. If I lost my job it would still be worth it. I don't regret what I did and neither should you"

Her words hit me hard and I can't seem to control the guilt stirring inside me, the pills suddenly feeling quite heavy at the pit of my stomach. I turn to Peta who is leaning against the oven with an amused expression on her face. I give her a pleading look. She gets it straight away.

"All right. These legs aren't going to run themselves. Let's get out of here Arizona"

I whisper a thank you in Petas direction as we make our way out the door but not before taking a glance Callie's way in time to see her grimace externally.

"Arizona please" she starts before I interrupt her.

"Callie, really, it's fine, I get it. Good luck with work today" and with that Peta and I are out the door to pursue our morning run.

Callies POV

"Torres you're back!"

I take my eyes from my patients chart to the direction of an enthusiastic Mark making his way towards the nurses' station. I didn't have time to tell him about Webbers call last night.

"Yeah the Chief called me called me last night "

"What? I thought the old guy gave you as much time off as you needed?" Mark quizzed seeming confused. I am too.

"Well not anymore. Something changed his mind. He said my department was going under but I've been here for a few hours now and everything is fine. I have a nice stack of paperwork in my office to cover but that was to be expected. Dr. Richards really had everything under control"

I signal Mark to walk with me to the cafeteria and we continue talking.

"So what do you think his deal is?" he questions me.

"I don't know but I'm not looking forward to finding out. He wants me in his office in a few hours" I answer checking my watch for what seems the hundredth time today. This meeting has been plaguing on my mind all day.

"Well that can't be good" I nod in response as we reach the cafeteria. "How is Arizona anyway?"

"I think she'd be doing all right without the extra guilt trips I've been putting on her" I explain as we take our regular seat nearest to the window.

"What do you mean?"

"I told her about Webber wanting me back and that my department was getting messed up because of all the time I've been taking off.."

"And she felt guilty about that" Mark concluded. I nodded in confirmation.

"I don't know Mark. I guess things have just been awkward between us. I just spend my time cleaning and cooking a lot. Though she spends most of her time stuck in that room I can only imagine the state that's in"

"I thought Peta was doing something about that?"

"Yeah she is. She has her out running, taking her out for lunch, shopping with her, she's doing everything she can to get her out in the fresh air. But at the end of it all she still comes back to that crappy, stuffy apartment"

"You can't move her to a temporary location?"

"No, apparently she needs some 'normality in the road to recovery'"

Mark looks at me questionably,

"I've been reading a lot of leaflets"

"So moving isn't an option?"

"Nope" I confirm. It was minutes before either of us spoke again.

"Well, why don't you re-decorate?"

"Re-decorate? Mark where would I even find the time?"

"Well nothing drastic or anything. Just like, move a few chairs around or something. You say she has been stuck in her room? Well that's got to need a clear out or something I don't know"

Thinking it through it is actually not a bad idea. Changing the apartment around a bit is a change but not as drastic as one to cause disruption in her life. No, this was actually a good idea.

"Look you don't have to it's just a suggestion"

Mark mistook my internal monologue for hesitancy.

"No Mark, that is actually a good idea" I look at my watch again. "I have some time now, you want to give me a hand? Arizona is still out with Peta"

"Torres, I am the head of the department of plastic surgery. What makes you think I have time to go help my best friend decorate?"

"Well do you?" Mark was playing me and I knew it.

"Hell yeah I do let's get out of here"