All for stating the obvious, this one. She half wondered if he was real or something her subconscious cooked up. But that had never happened before. No one else had ever shown up in this particular nightmare. And the others were always there. She always saw them. Lexie and Mark. Even Jerry.
Nodding as if he'd asked a question, she answered slowly, "To slow the bleeding...and keep it from moving." Here, she paused, like there might be something she'd forgotten. It was still harder to focus than it should have been. "And we should make sure...watch, for infection."
Arizona already knew how pointless that was going to be. Maybe this was happening now. But it had already happened then. And then, she'd lost her leg. Lexie had died. Mark had died. Nothing they did now could change that. But he'd said it with such conviction, she couldn't help but take his advice.
As he finished tending to her leg, she started laughing again, only slightly more controlled than the first time. He couldn't have known why that particular choice of words was so funny to her at that moment, but in the circumstance it was either amusement or despair. She really couldn't afford the last.
"Well I am a doctor," she finally managed, her expression dimming with the laughter. Amusement was unfortunately short lived. "I'm married to an orthopedic surgeon. She's going to let them cut off my leg."