AN: Ok, so I'm starting a new story. It's probably a terrible decision, but… I'm choosing to forgive myself. Give it a shot, let me know if you want any more. Thanks for reading and I hope you all have a most fantabulous day!

Arizona's POV

"Teddy, no."

"Arizona, you don't have a choice. You need someone to help you right now, and until that is not the case, I'm going to continue to send nurses to help you." Teddy sighed into the phone, clearly over my incessant whining on the subject.

"But, I end up firing everyone you send because they're all incompetent." I felt the need to point out the obvious flaw in her plan.

"They were not incompetent nurses, you are just an incompetent patient." I could hear her move the phone away from her mouth and murmur something that sounded like a coffee order.

"Shut up. There's nothing wrong with me, except I only have one leg." I pointed out to my best friend, although I had recently been reevaluating the title.

"Yes, exactly. There's nothing wrong with you. But, the lack of leg seems to be the only thing you're willing to focus on and attribute to yourself. You're not even trying to get better." Teddy stated firmly, once again attempting to break through the barriers I had erected in the past month and a half.

"Are you saying that I should be trying to grow my leg back? Because you're a doctor, and you should know the probably of that happening…" Snappy and snide Arizona was back in fine form.

Teddy growled into the phone, "I'm just going to ignore that comment. I need to get into surgery. The new in-home nurse will be showing up soon. This one's different. She's an old friend of mine and I think just may be what you need. Try not to be a bitch to her."

"Scared I might hurt your precious nurse?" Petty looked good on me.

"No, this time I'm afraid for you, she's not going to scare as easy as the others seem to. Just please try to play nice, for me?" Her tone softened, reminding me that despite her betraying actions, she really does care for me.

"Fine. I'm not making any promises, but I'll see what I can do." I offer unenthusiastically as I pick at a piece of lint on my pants.

"Gee, thanks. I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, ok?"

"Ok, bye." I hung up and sighed. I had no desire to break in another nurse only to have to fire her right after. I hated not being able to take care of myself. I just wanted to get to the bathroom or kitchen without falling. Maybe make my own dinner…although, I couldn't do that particularly well when I had both legs, so maybe that was asking a bit much. Looking down at the gaping hole where my left leg should be, I grit my teeth and held back tears, something that had quickly become a common practice.

Before I could completely spiral down the rabbit hole, a steady knock sounded at the door. With a irritated groan, I wheeled my chair to the door, and took a deep breath.

As soon as the door swung open a tall Latina woman barged in, "Hey, I'm Callie Torres, you're new in-home nurse."

Slightly taken aback by her brazen persona, I stuttered, "Um, hi. I'm-"

"Arizona Robbins, I know. Teddy said you were in need of some help from a specially skilled aide. That's me." The woman grinned brightly, beautifully.

Gaping at her, I lowered my voice to a menacing tone of warning, "I don't need special help."

The woman held up her hands in surrender, "Whoa, ease up, killer. I'm not implying anything. All I meant was, doctors are the worst kind of patients, so sometimes it helps to have someone with the same kind of background to deal with it." Callie stated airily as she surveyed my apartment.

"And, what makes your background so special?" I asked evenly.

"I used to be an Orthopedic surgeon. So, not only do I understand surgeons, but I fully comprehend your injury and what you need to deal with in and start to move on from it. Teddy gave me your file, so I know quite a bit about you now." Callie smiled and turned from her inspection of the kitchen to gaze at me.

Feeling unnerved by her intrusive and aggressively happy presence, I bit back, "So, you couldn't cut it as a surgeon, huh? Now, you're a nurse…I feel so safe in your hands. Teddy clearly lost her marbles if she thinks you're the answer to my prayers." I glared harshly at her, daring her to challenge my stinging wit. This is what Teddy calls helpful?

Her mocha colored eyes steeled as they bore into mine, "I don't feel that my job is somehow unimportant or beneath me, or you. And, I promise you, I was a damn good surgeon. If you want to know why I am where I am instead of an OR, you're going to have to treat me with a little more respect than that. I don't care that you only have one leg, that does not give you the right to lash out at me. I'm here to help you, not be your punching bag or company to your pity party. In fact, that's rule number one if I'm going to be living here."

Momentarily speechless from her blunt words, I almost miss the last part. "Whoa, wait. What? Living here? I don't think so." That was so not going to happen.

"Yep. Teddy said you have a guest bedroom, and my methods are most effective if I'm here all the time." Callie grinned, nearly mischievously. "You're stuck with me, Goldie Locks. The faster you heal, the faster I leave."

I can feel rage boil in me, "No. This is my home. I make the rules and say who can and cannot stay here. Absolutely, not." I shook my head resolutely.

"Sorry, I know that you'd like to sit here in peace all day as you hate yourself and your life, but I'm here for the immediate future. Call the cops, if you want. But, Teddy will have my back on this one. So, for the rules. Pity parties are out, but I'm up for any other kind. I sing in the shower, and that won't change for anything. I love to cook, so I will be doing that often, I hope you like to eat. I hate horror movies. And, I give as good as I get…in all areas of my life." With that she added a little smirk, causing me to briefly wonder exactly to what she's referring. "Other than that, I just want help you get better and I need you to try and let me."

We stared at each other for a few very tense moments. I finally decided to speak, "Because Teddy really wants this to work, I will try not to throw things at you. But, that's all I'm offering, right now. Most likely, I'll fire you by the end of the week when you prove that you're just as useless at the rest of them."

Callie scanned my face as if she was dissecting every feature and attempting to decipher it, "Well, I guess, that's all I can ask for, isn't it?" Another annoyingly bright grin overtook her plump lips.

I snarled in distain, and fixed my coldest, scariest glare on her.

"Aw, you have a beautiful smile," Callie stated in light, easy tone, clearly mocking me. Teddy was right, she didn't scare easy. A dark smirk crossed my mouth, I liked a challenge.

Chuckling, Callie glanced around the apartment again, "So, the guest room is this way, yeah?" She grabbed the bag she had brought, that I had failed to notice before. As she passed me to enter the extra bedroom, she glanced at my glowering and thoughtful expression. "Do you have something else to say to me?"

"I don't like you." Short and sweet.

The new intruder shrugged, "Yeah, I know it…We're gonna have some fun, aren't we?"

With a wink and a smirk, my new nurse disappeared into her temporary bedroom. The only thoughts going through my mind were, 'what the hell just happened?' and 'I'm killing Teddy the next chance I get'.

AN: So, a very short tester/taster chapter. I'd love to know what you thought. I'm excited about this story regardless. This is the first one in a while where everything just clicked and I can see nearly the whole story and what I want from it. Anyway, thanks so much for taking the time to read this, and if you review, thank you in advance for that as well. Smiley faces!