Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Unfamiliar Mornings

Hey this is my first ever Wattpad story I'm writing about Arizona Robbins because she deserves more attention. I'm planning to do this story as a more of a slow burn type (because I'm a sucker for a slow burn Arizona story).

Wanted to mention in this version of the story Callie and Arizona were married but they never had Sofia and got divorced. Also that the story takes places after season 12 of greys

Anyways enjoy!!!! Would love to take in more ideas about the story but so far I have planned most of the chapters but would appreciate some input to improve the story!

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Arizona Robbins stirred awake, her senses gradually coming online one by one. The first thing she noticed was the scent of cherry blossoms, a smell unfamiliar yet oddly soothing. She inhaled deeply, the delicate aroma blending with the faint trace of coffee. As she slowly opened her eyes, the soft green of the bed sheets came into focus, completely different from the white and grey linens she had at home.

"Shit" she thought to herself as panic surged through her as she realized this wasn’t her apartment. She rolled over quickly, her head pounding from the sudden movement. On the nightstand to her left, a cup of steaming coffee sat next to a bottle of aspirin, a folded twenty-dollar bill, and a neatly written note. She grabbed the note first, her heart racing.

The note read:

"Had to leave for work early. Thought you might need this for the hangover. Coffee and aspirin to help, and $20 for a cab to work. Take care, - Y/N."

Arizona’s mind raced, trying to piece together the hazy fragments of last night. The headache wasn’t helping. She reached for the aspirin, gulping down a couple of pills with a swig of coffee. The bitter liquid felt like a lifeline, grounding her in the moment.

Her eyes fell on her clothes, neatly folded on the nightstand, a small gesture of care that momentarily eased her anxiety. Next to the clothes, her prosthetic leg rested, ready for her to use. She swung her legs over the side of the bed, her fingers fumbling slightly as she attached the prosthetic.

Standing up, she took a moment to steady herself, breathing deeply. She had to get to work, and fast. Glancing around the room, she tried to remember anything that could tell her where she was, but nothing looked familiar. The apartment was tidy, minimalistic, with tasteful decor that suggested a well-organized owner.

Arizona quickly dressed, grateful that everything was in order and easy to find. She grabbed the twenty dollars and slipped it into her pocket, along with the note, hoping it might help her piece together more of last night later on.

She made her way to the door, pausing only to double-check she hadn’t left anything behind. Once outside, she quickly hailed a cab, the morning air helping to clear her foggy mind. As she directed the driver to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital, she couldn’t shake the feeling of gratitude mixed with embarrassment. Whoever had taken care of her had done so with kindness and consideration, and for that, she was immensely thankful.

As the cab pulled away from the curb, Arizona leaned back, sipping her coffee. She would have to figure out who "Y/N" was and properly thank them, but for now, she had a busy day ahead, and she needed to focus. The hospital awaited, and with it, the controlled chaos of saving lives—a familiar rhythm she could rely on amid the current confusion.