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Hotline Bling (Lexie Grey, Arizona Robbins)

When I'm wheeled into the E.R the only thing I asked was that they didn't page my mother. There was a fire in school today and all the students had to be checked for any burns or injuries. Already, three doctors had asked if my mom knew that I was there, but I told them each no and not to tell her. I knew if she found out everything would be ten times worse.

'Hi, Y/n. I'm Dr. Lexie Grey. I'm your doctor for today. Were you hurt in the fire?' Dr. Grey asks. 'No, I'm fine. Can I go home?' I respond, sitting up straighter. 'Sorry, Y/n. You can't go home until you're checked for any injuries. Is there anyone I can call for you?' Just then the only person I didn't want to be called came in.

'Y/n? What happened, are you okay?' Mom comes running in and glares at Dr. Grey. 'Ma'am, is this your daughter?' She asks, looking from me to Mom. 'Yes, is she alright?' Mom says.

'I'm fine, can I go home? I have work in an hour!' I gesture at my watch. 'Not until you're checked properly. And it's not work, it's charity.' Mom adds. 'I volunteer at a suicide hotline, what's wrong with that?' I ask, anger rising in my chest. 'Nothing! I just wish you spent more time studying.' I'm about to yell back, but instead I turn to Dr. Grey. 'I am so sorry, Doctor. Do you have any other questions for me?' She nods, thankful for the argument to be put on pause. 'Yes, if you'll come with me?'

I follow Dr. Grey to an MRI that's apparently going to show if I have any burns. When we're in the room and she's about to strap me in, she stops. 'Y/n, you don't need an MRI. I saw marks on your arm, and I wanted to ask about them privately.' I look down and see the bumps she's referring to. Crap.

'Can I ask how you got them?' Dr. Grey ventures. 'I fell down the stairs.' I say blankly. 'You... fell down the stairs.' She repeats. 'Yep. That's what happened!' I try to sound more convincing but Dr. Grey raises an eyebrow. 'Y/n, are you lying to me?' She asks. 'Possibly. Look, I have work soon. Can we do this another time?' I attempt to stand up but Dr. Greys pushing me back and blocking the door. 'Tell me the truth, Y/n. Is your mom abusing you?'

Relieved, I let out a laugh. 'No! Moms too weak to hit someone, a fly could knock her out.' Grey doesn't laugh, so I tell her the truth.

'When I started working at the hotline, it was after I attempted suicide myself. I didn't realise how triggering it would be to hear about other peoples depression. I started self harming while talking to people. It made me feel better. Like I was healing.' I say truthfully. 'Okay, Y/n. Thank you so much for telling me. Because you're a minor, I paged our pediatric attending and she is going to help you, alright?' Panic fills my chest and I jump up. 'No! You can't tell anyone! My mom will kill me! Please, Dr. Grey. You can't tell her.'

'I'm so sorry, Y/n, but legally I have to tell somebody.' A knock at the door tells me to run, so I do. The second Dr. Grey opens the door I bolt down the hallway. I hear shouting behind me but I keep going.

I run all the way down the road to a McDonalds before I sit to catch my breath. I slide down the wall onto the ground and count. In for four counts, out for seven.

Once I've calmed down, I begin to think rationally again. I realise that Dr. Grey is probably looking for me right now, and has also definitely told my mom. Hurriedly, I whip out my phone and call my boss. 'Hi, Trish? I'm so sorry, I won't be able to make it today. I know it's last minute, but my school caught on fire and I'm currently in hospital.' I lie. 'Thank you so much for understanding.' Hanging up the phone, I sigh.

I begin walking back to the hospital, reciting in my head what I plan to say. I'm hoping that if I break down on the floor and start crying they won't be mad.

When I open the door of the hospital, I see Dr. Grey standing with a relieved look on her face. Next to her is a blonde doctor who's making me question ny sexuality. 'Thank god! We were so worried!' Dr. Grey says, leading me into a private room. 'This is Dr. Robbins. She's our pediatric attending.' I smile at her. 'I'm sorry for running, I panicked and jumped on instinct. I'm calm now, and I'm ready to answer questions.' I sit down on the bed in the middle of the room.

'Thank you, Y/n. First of all, is it okay if Dr. Grey stays?' Dr. Robbins asks. 'Of course.' I nod, thankful for a comforting face. 'First question: how long have you had these thoughts?' Robbins begins. I answer each question shakily, looking up and blinking rapidly to avoid crying.

Eventually Dr. Robbins is finished. 'Because you are over sixteen, you can choose whether or not to tell your mother. I can't tell her anything unless you say you are going to kill yourself.' She says bluntly. 'Don't tell her.' I shake my head. 'She has enough on her plate.' The doctors look at eachother and then back to me. 'Okay. Thank you for sharing with us, and we are always here if you need anything else. We are sending you home with a pamphlet and I would suggest finding a different charity to volunteer for. Something less triggering, maybe?'

'Like puppies!' Dr. Grey chimes in. 'Puppies in need.' I laugh a little. 'Thank you both, so much. And I'm really sorry for running. I just have one question.' I walk over to Dr. Grey and whisper under my breath. 'Is Dr. Robbins a lesbian?' Grey laughs. 'She is, but she's married. Maybe next time, when you're not a minor.' I smile and walk out of the room with the pamphlets in my hand.