#mctempe

I love you and you love me and none of the rest of it matters

outfit screamed put together but the squinting of her eyes and scowl on her features had been another story. she’d really screwed up, had got back up on the horse so to speak when meredith had been attacked, everything was just too hard, she did it to herself but now she had to be at work, complete her shift before her next drink and she she was already shaking and dehydrated even still a little drunk if she thought about it. what she needed was fluids, and she so wasn’t about to ask owen to put in an IV, he was hiding everything and being a dick there was no way, so instead amelia shepherd was wandering the halls, looking for someone to fluid her up. the blonde hair caught her off guard, they didn’t hang out all that often since hermans surgery but arizona would be her saviour if she could do this for her. so what if she was obviously out of it, someone in this shit place had to have her back, right? ❝ arizona !! hey, wait up.. ❞ oh, nevermind... running? not fun. instead she settled for a slow wal. ❝ can you do me a favour ? think you can hook me to some fluids in a vacant room ? i don’t wanna run into hunt and uh... i think i’m coming down with something. ❞ her lying ? that was something she needed to get better at if this was going to continue.

i am me the universe and you

“y’know, i’ve seen you come into this bar quite a few times but i’ve never seen you go home with someone. that fascinates me, ‘cause you’re gorgeous and clearly you’re a good person, what with all the attention you’ve been getting.” 

“how did I do that?” arizona didn’t seem to need any saving when they met. and if she couldn’t save her patients, which was her job, then how was it that she’d managed to save someone who hadn’t come to her for help?

          @mctempe. // sc.