❝ –– 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.
“Sure Teds, I’m a mcfreaking super heroooo”. Arizona grinned at her best friend. She wished she was a super hero, then she could save more children but alas, she wasn’t a super hero. “I won’t and would never judge you. You’re my best friend, and you always will be”. she smiled at Teddy lightly before looking around. “Where is everyone else?”. she queried.
“Oh, Arizona,” Teddy sighed, laughter playing on the edge of her
lips. “You’re delusional. How much morphine did they give you on the way here?” With the extent of Arizona’s injuries, Teddy wouldn’t be surprised if they’d used e v e r y last vial they could find to spare her friend the p a i n . Why she hadn’t
passed out yet, Teddy would never know; all she knew was that Arizona was a f i g h t e r.