❝ –– perhaps it’s true that things can change in a day. and when they do, those few dozen hours, like the salvaged remains of a burned house—the charred clock, the singed photograph, the scorched furniture—must be resurrected from the ruins and examined. and suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.
Well, she was dead. Being out in the field was great, but being a surgeon was where she belonged. But when you’re asked to go out into the field to do surgery, you automatically say yes. But when you’re on your way back to base and you get hit by a road side bomb, you know you’re screwed. Her limbs were still intact, but her shoulder was definitely broken in more than two or three places along with some broken ribs and facial cuts and bruises. She really was broken. As she was lifted out of the second car on a stretcher, Arizona smiled up at her best friend. “Hey Teds, I’m still intact. They can’t get rid of me that easy”.
“Don’t even joke, Robbins,” Teddy hissed, voice stained with worry just like her hands were painted with her best friend’s blood. “Do you know how close you were to losing your arm? If you’d been sitting an inch closer to that bomb, you’d have been a goner.” Teddy didn’t know why she was chastising Arizona — all she knew was that she’d come this close to losing her. Even the thought of it made her cringe; if a life could be snuffed out so easily, who was to say that her turn wouldn’t come, and come round soon?
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