Her Shattered Heart || Arizona Robbins

I

"We have a 6 year old girl, M.V.A, we lost her pulse en route but got it back"

This was supposed to be a god day. Drew was taking Lana to her mom's house and then going into an interview at Grey-Sloan. Now, she was headed to Grey-Sloan for a completely different reason.

"Ma'am, we need to get you checked out" Drew looks over and is confused as to how she even go into the E.R.

"My daughter" Drew whisperers as she watches doctors fill the trauma room and shout instructions to the interns and nurses.

Drew can see someone shout things at her, then point. She cant hear anything anymore, she's watching as the doctors start CPR and before she can say anything else everything goes dark.

The steady beating of the monitor is what Drew wakes up to. She looks around the place, trying to remember what happened, trying to figure out where she was and the time. She had an interview at... the very hospital she is sitting in as a patient.

"Good Morning Mrs. Tillman" she hears a voice call from the door.

"My daughter, Lana Tillman. We were in the car- she was going to her moms house- oh my god" Drew sits up as things begin to connect in her brain "I need to see my daughter and then call her mom-"

"Mrs. Tillman please calm down. These are Lanas doctors" The short, black woman says as she motions to the 3 doctors behind her. Drews heart immediately dropped, she was fairly good at reading people and their expressions said everything she needed to know.

That was the worst day of Drew's life. Loosing her daughter to an incompetent drunk driver. Nothing since that day was the same, she pushed her interview at the hospital where her daughter was declared dead. She locked herself up in her house, the house she made sure had enough back yard for her daughter to play. The house located in one of the best school zones in Seattle. Lana was her pride and joy, now that was gone.

"Drew open the door" Victoria bangs on the front door of ex-wife's house. "Drew it's been 2 months, you need to get out" Victoria continues.

Drew sat on the kitchen floor staring at the vodka bottle she had been so tempted to drink. She was sober for her little girl and now her little girl is gone. She didn't flinch when she heard the window shatter, or when Victoria took a seat by her. She didn't even say a word.

"Honey, you have to see someone. You can't stay locked away from the world-"

"How can you act like nothing happened? We lost our daughter and you're acting like everything is fine- you're acting like her absence doesn't bother you... it's killing me" Drew says, her voice raspy making it clear she was crying prior to Victorias arrival.

"It's killing me Drew" Victoria takes Drews hand and places Lana's favorite plushy in her hand "everything reminds me of our little girl... i look up and i can hear her little voice telling me her favorite cloud. Everything Drew, every thing reminds me of her and it's a shitty feeling. We will never hold her again and tell her that we love her and that everything was fine"

Drew wasn't capable of crying anymore, she could no longer feel anything.

"Do you remember when Dipsy died a year ago?" Victoria keeps talking in hopes of getting some sort of indication from Drew that she has had enough "She was devastated, but do you remember what she said? Our five year old angel told us she had to continue his prophecy so she began acting like a cat"

The reminder of that caused Drew to laugh, she remember that summer lana slept in a cat bed on top of her own bed and she meowed at everything until she got bored. Lana told her mom's she was still sad but she couldn't let that take over her because she had so much left to do.

"For a week we had questioned who taught her about prophecy's" Drew chuckles and finally looks over at Victoria who had tears streaming down her face "Thank you Vic, you didn't have to come and give me a harsh reality check" Drew chuckles again

"Did you relapse?" Vic motions to the vodka bottles on the counter and the one in front of them "you were doing so good"

"I didn't relapse. Not when our daughter was killed by a drunk driver" Drew whispers the last part

"I got you your interview at Grey-Sloan. It's at 8am on Monday" Vic stands and makes her way to unpacked moving boxes "go take a shower because you stink. Then we are going to get some organization and activity back into your routine"

Monday

"Drew Tillman?" A tall, beautiful man calls out after sticking his head out of the conference room "we're ready when you are" he smiles.

Drew takes a deep breath in and stands,, being back to the place her daughter died hurts to a level unimaginable. She follows into the conference room and more of the inimaginable pain, it's about every surgeon who worked on her daughter the day she passed.

"Dr. Tillman, welcome" The orthopedic surgeon sticks her hand out for drew to shake. They don't recognize her. To them, February 17 was another work day, for Drew that will forever be the day she lost Lana. "How about we get started?" The neurosurgeon who declared her daughter dead speaks up and motions for Drew to take a seat. This was becoming to overwhelming.

"Excuse me for a second" Drew slides her resume to the center of the table and immediately exits the room. She heads for the closest trash can and empties the contents of her stomach.

She feels a warm hand on her back and then another one holding her hair back.

"Are you alright" the sweet voice asks.

Drew chuckles and finally straightens her posture "you tell me Doctor. I ran out of my job interview and threw up my breakfast" Drew wipes her mouth and takes a set away from doctor she didn't recognize. She wasn't one of the doctors who tended to her daughter. "Sorry. My daughter died a little over 3 months ago and i recognized the doctors who worked on her that night in your E.R." Drew rubs her temples at the thought of having to go back in there

"Im so sorry for your loss-"

"How about we go back in there?" Drew smiles and walks past the beautiful blond and back it the conference room.

Drew was unsure of how to feel about getting the job at Grey-Sloan Memorial, she was thankful but wasn't sure how it would feel knowing her daughter died only 2 floors under her new unit.

~

"Did she seem weird to any of you?" Christina asks the other board members who were passing around paperwork

"She lacked... emotion" Derek joins in with his opinion

"She lost her daughter here at Grey-Sloan and she recognized those of you who worked with her daughter" Arizona adds to the conversation, repeating to her co-workers what Drew told her.

"Oh thats right! I treated Tillman and her daughter, it was a drunk driver. Tillman left with a concussion and her daughter has massive internal damage" Meredith says recalling that night.

Word count; 1,233

(Authors note: i haven't written anything worthy enough to post, per my expectations, but i sure hope that this book will the exception! Please enjoy and feel free to leave constructive criticism or any comment in general)