Arizona P.O.V
The alarm clock next to me starts ringing. I look over at it. 6:00 am it says with big red numbers. I feel like calling in sick. But I have that surgery on the three year old girl with a tumour near her heart. I get up from the couch and slowly open the bedroom door. Callie is still asleep. She was probably awake long after what happened last night. I slip in to the bathroom and grab my toothbrush.
I get in my car and start driving. Faded memories of last night show up in my head. I must have had a little too much to drunk at Joe's. And now this hangover headache is killing me.
I drive up to my parking space outside the hospital. And get out. I take a deep breath and walk into the hospital.
