iii. brazil
9.04 

Atlas wasn't ever really close with Arizona Robbins. He knows her, has worked cases with her, but they very rarely talked outside of work. He did trust her though, with everything; he brings his children to her for check ups. She is his go to person when he has a child patient. They have a weird relationship, and it may just go down the drain today.

"Why are you coming to me?" Atlas asked the man standing in front of himself. It's one of the physical therapy doctors that helped patients get their prosthetic fittings and taught them how to learn again.

Moore nodded as if he was playing the conversation over in his head. "You know her, and she trusts you. I think. Anyways, she won't listen to me and maybe you can get through to her? I'm terrible at this — and she's being mean!"

Atlas watched the man who seemed to get flustered with every movement he did. He seemed unhappy that his patient was Arizona Robbins; a once bright and bubbly woman who had her world come crashing down. "Okay."

"Okay? As in okay you'll do it or okay stop talking?" Moore stilled, blinking at Atlas as he waited for the cardio man to answer.

"The, i'll do it, okay." Atlas smiled, stuffing his hands in his pocket. Oh how he didn't want to go and face the woman, but now he just told Moore that he would. "Now?"

"Oh! Yes, yes please."

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"Atlas?" Arizona looked away from the table to her side. It was lined with prosthetic parts that she most defiantly disliked. She was mad at the world, it had broken her and taken so much away from her. "What are you doing here?" Her voice wasn't bubbly or kind, her words had come out like they were coated in a poisonous venom that stabbed Atlas with each letter.

"Tea?" Was Atlas's reply. He held out a tea that he had gotten from the hospital lobby, one of his favourite kinds he could actually find. The warm liquid was soothing and he hoped that maybe it could help Arizona relax and calm anything she was feeling in the moment. "Its fruity but not strong, warm your hands hot but not burning hot. I always get it but I dint know if you like coffee or tea so I got tea since I like it but ... "

"Sure." Arizona voiced quietly as he grabbed ahold of the warm cup Atlas had been holding. Her eyes narrowed after she took a small sip of the drink, letting the cup warm up the palm of her hands. "What are you doing here, Atlas? Did Callie tell you I was here?"

"Moore did, actually." Atlas sat on the stool, fiddling with the lever that lowered his so his feet were resting flat on the ground, it made him feel stable and connected. "He said you were mean, and then that I would be able to help get you to cool off."

Arizona hummed, nodding. "I see."

"Do you wanna talk about what you're feeling, Robbins?" Atlas questioned the woman softly, resting the cup of tea on his knee that was unusually still.

"You sound like a shrink, Sunny." Arizona snarked, her eyes narrowing in a glare as she looked up from the cup of tea she was holding. Gosh, he was angering her. He wanted to get beneath her skin dig around in all her feelings. "What, want me to cry and spill all my feeling?"

"Hey, wow ..." Atlas mumbled but he knew this was he wanted. He wanted her to get angry, and after a few remarks he had a feeling she would show some other kind of emotion. "You can yell, if you'd like. Or you can cry. If you don't wanna talk, then I can do all the talking, too." When Arizona didn't say anything Atlas decided he would do all the talking until she wanted to join. "I want to go to Rio, Brazil. The grass looks so green there, have you seen pictures? I think it would be such a great place to take the kids when they're older."

"My dad went once, told me stories." Arizona reluctantly spoke, her words coming out slightly softer than what she had said before. She felt slightly bad for how she had acted. "He loved it."

Atlas smiled brightly, "I think I would love it too."

"My leg is gone." Arizona sniffled before she laughed. The mood had changed and Arizona felt like she had to defend why she was feeling what she felt. "And I hate my wife because she promised me she wouldn't let them take it, but then she took it."

Atlas nodded and his face turned serious. "She would rather have you alive and hate her -- because that infected leg was going to kill you -- then have you die and let a daughter loose one of her mothers. You can learn to walk again, you can learn to do everything that you had done before with your leg. Your daughter will grow up thinking your part robot, Sophia would love that!"

"She would," The woman sighed. "I lost apart of myself."

"Callie is a good woman, she'll let you hate her until you've healed."