9.03

Helena stood in the peds nurses station, whining at the computer in front of her. "Come on... can you please just work?"

"Yeah, whatever's wrong, that'll fix it." Callie chuckled from behind her.

"Barnett, the new peds guy, decided that everyone should create new passwords." She explained, sighing. "You're supposed to do it in the settings menu but I can't access the settings menu a new password!"

"So you're trying to talk you're way into the settings menu?" Callie asked, amused.

"Hey, it usually works with people." Helena shrugged with a smile, before narrowing her eyes back at the computer.

"I'm probably gonna need to go back in and do a redo ORIF on Brody Wright's humerus fracture, ok?" The ortho surgeon asked, knowing as well as the rest of the hospital that the short girl was practically running the peds department these days.

The machine in front of Helena made a sound of an error, as she complained, with a groan. "I miss your wife. When's she coming back?!"

At that, Callie's eyes widened as she approached Helena. "Uh... wait, did you see her? Did she see you?"

"I saw her , for my visit..." The foreign girl furrowed her brows. "Wait, Arizona's ?"

"Oh, damnit!" The older woman let out, closing her eyes. "Uh, she's... she's being fitted for her first prosthetic today, which I wasn't supposed to tell you, because the only way I was able to get her to agree to come in al all was to promise that no one knows she's here. Which makes two promises I've broken, if you count the time I said 'I promise you won't lose your leg', which she certainly does..."

"Hey, come on, Callie. You know that not your fault." Helena told her friend, in a soft voice. "And, no, I didn't see her."

"Good, don't!" She warned.

——

Walking down the hallway, Helena was in a three way call with Meredith and Cristina, the later calling from Minnesota.

"Just stop having sex with him!" The young girl let out.

"I'm trying to fit in. I live here now. I have to just, you know, adapt. So I'm making friends." Cristina told her.

"But you don't even like him!" Meredith complained.

"Who said I don't like him?" The curly haired woman questioned.

"You did. Several times." Helena pointed out, arriving at the nurses station and picking up a chart.

"He's my sex friend." Cristina shrugged nonchalantly.

"Meredith let out. "Well, what about the ancient guy? What about him?"

"You want me to be sex friends with Ancient Guy?!"

"No." Helena giggled. "We want you to be friends with Ancient Guy."

"And stop having sex friends in general!" Meredith let out.

"I mean, you can have sex friends, but you should actually be . I mean, Callie and Mark were for a while, before me..." Helena proposed, with a shrug. "You just need to have regular friends too!"

"I regular friends with Ancient Guy." The cardio surgeon explained. "He, frankly, is my bestie. He's my you two here in Minnesota."

"Well, how does ancient Minnesota us feel about you being sex friend with Parker?" Meredith questioned.

"You know, it's no big deal. Parker's fine. A little reptilian, a little chatty, but fine." She let out.

"This is a cry for help." The blond complained.

"It's a cry for an orgasm." Cristina stage whispered.

"Oh, please, you can do that alone." Helena told them, the line going silent for a minute. "Look, I've only slept with four people my whole life, one being a one night stand. You two screw boys like whore on tequila, don't go all silent and judgy on me."

Meredith giggled, before teasing. "How's that working out for you, Cristina?"

"." She let out, making the short girl chuckle.

——

"Hi." Helena smiled at a doctor in one of the supply closets. "You're the prosthetist, right?"

"Yeah. I'd always thought that make a good title for a movie." He smiled, moving to shake the girl's hand. "David Moore."

"Helena Campos, peds and neonatal surgery." She greeted.

"If you're looking doctor Robbins, she's over at the clinic. We're about to do a plaster cast of her residual limb, but you've got a few minutes." He told her, picking up some materials.

"Oh, no, that's ok. I was just hoping you could tell me how she's doing. Any scar tissue or contractures?" The small girl asked, clearly worried.

"No, so far so good."

"Do you know how soon until she's back on her feet?" Helena tried.

"That's a little harder to say, I should have a better idea after tomorrow, though." He told her, making the girl nod. "Tell her you stopped by?"

"No, no, it's ok." The fellow shot him a smile, before leaving. "Have a good day."

——

By her side, Helena heard Mark move frantically, her eyes shooting open as she was abruptly woken up.

"Mark?" She whispered, turning to face him.

They still hadn't been able to sleep with the lights off, not able to relive the darkness of woods. So, seeing tears streaking down his face, Helena's brows furrowed in concern.