Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

The fight

**Y/N's Perspective**

Arizona has been avoiding Eliza all week since she tricked her into that so-called work dinner. I can't blame her; it was a cruel move on Eliza's part, and it's clearly shaken Arizona. Now, I find myself in the gallery, watching Arizona as she performs a high-stakes fetal surgery. I can see the concentration etched on her face, her hands moving skillfully as she works to save both mother and baby.

Suddenly, the mother's vitals start to plummet. The heart monitor's beeping accelerates, filling the OR with a sense of urgency and dread. I lean forward in my seat, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the frantic activity below. Nurses and doctors scramble to stabilize the mother, their voices, a chaotic mix of orders, and updates.

Arizona remains focused, her hands steady as she works, but I can see the strain in her eyes. They manage to deliver the baby, but the mother's condition continues to deteriorate rapidly. The heart monitor flatlines, the sound piercing through the OR like a death knell.

"Start CPR," Arizona commands, her voice tight with urgency. She begins cardiac massage, her movements precise but desperate. The minutes stretch on, feeling like hours, as they fight to bring the mother back.

But it's no use. Despite their best efforts, there's no response. Arizona's hands begin to tremble, and I can see the devastation on her face as she finally calls it. "Time of death, 14:18."

She steps back, ripping off her gloves and tearing away her scrub cap. Her hands are still shaking as she unhooks her mask and leaves the OR. I can feel the weight of her grief and exhaustion from where I sit, and my heart breaks for her.

Without a second thought, I rush out of the gallery, determined to find her. I weave through the hallways, my mind racing. Where could she have gone?

Finally, I find her in an on-call room, sitting on the edge of the bed, her head buried in her hands as sobs wrack her body. The sight of her so broken shatters me.

"Arizona..." I say softly, stepping into the room. She looks up, and the pain in her eyes is almost too much to bear. "Hey, it's okay," I whisper, sitting down next to her.

She starts to ramble, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I couldn't save her. I tried everything. I failed. I-"

"Stop," I gently interrupt, taking her trembling hand in mine. "Look at me." She meets my gaze, tears streaming down her face. "You did nothing wrong. You did everything right. Sometimes, despite our best efforts, we can't save everyone."

Arizona's sobs continue, but she leans into me, her body seeking comfort. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tightly as she cries on my shoulder. Her grip is strong and desperate, and I can feel her heartbreak in every shudder.

We stay like that, just holding each other, letting the pain and sorrow flow. Then, the door bursts open. Eliza stands there, wide-eyed and in disbelief. "I can't believe this is the reason Arizona has been avoiding me," she scoffs, her voice dripping with anger and hurt. She slams the door shut before I can respond.

I look at Arizona, who is still trembling in my arms. "I'll be right back," I tell her softly. "You'll be okay. I promise." She nods weakly, and I gently release her, heading out to chase after Eliza.

Eliza stormed down the hall, her strides purposeful and furious. I tried to keep up, calling after her, "Eliza, wait! We need to talk about this."

She didn't slow down. Her shoulders were tense, her face set in a scowl. "Eliza, please!" I urged, struggling to catch my breath. "This isn't what you think. It's not about what happened in high school."

Eliza whirled around, her eyes blazing with anger. "How can you say that? You always do this!"

I stopped, confused and frustrated. "Eliza, this situation has nothing to do with high school. This is about Arizona and what just happened in the OR."

"Of course it does!" Eliza screamed, her voice echoing down the empty hallway. "It's exactly the same as back in senior year when you stole my girlfriend and slept with her!"

The hallway fell silent, heads turning toward us as the argument escalated. Nurses and doctors gathered, their whispers growing louder. I could feel the weight of their stares pressing down on me.

I tried to regain control. "Eliza, this isn't the same as back then. It's not about high school. It's about our professional responsibilities now."

"Don't pretend like you don't know!" Eliza shouted, stepping closer. "You think you can just come in and take what's mine? Just like you did before? Now you're doing it with Arizona!"

I met her gaze steadily. "Arizona isn't an object or a prize to be won. She's a person, and you don't have ownership over her. You need to grow up and get over what happened in high school."

Eliza's rage reaches a breaking point. She lunges forward, her fist connecting with the side of my head. The impact makes me take a couple of steps back, and the floor staff gasps and whispers fill the air. My hair falls into my face as I put my hand on my mouth where she hit me. I lift my head, wiping my bottom lip with my thumb, and see blood.

I laugh a bit, shaking my head. "Okay, I deserved that punch 15 years ago, but I didn't deserve it now." Then, without hesitation, I return the punch, landing a solid hit on Eliza's face. She stumbles back, trying to keep her balance, while more hospital staff gather to watch the fight.

"Did your face miss the feeling of my punch?" I taunt her.

Before I could react, Eliza, fueled by her fury, tackled me hard into the nurse's station. We crashed into the desk, sending papers and medical supplies flying everywhere. Both of us hit the floor, tangled in a heap of limbs and scattered documents.

Eliza tried to regain her footing, but I used the momentum to my advantage. I pushed her back against the edge of the nurse's station, pinning her down. My hands were firmly on her shoulders, holding her in place as we exchanged blows.

"You think this is high school?" I growled, gripping her arms tightly. "It's not! This is about the here and now. And you need to get over your past."

Eliza struggled beneath me, but I held my ground, using my strength to keep her subdued. "You're out of control!" I said, my voice steady despite the adrenaline.

Suddenly, a commotion drew my attention. Richard Webber appeared, his expression a mix of concern and authority. "Everyone, clear out!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. "And you two-Chief Bailey's office. Now!"

Webber's presence was enough to make us both pause. I let go of Eliza, who was breathing heavily, and slowly got to my feet. We both looked at Webber, and then at each other, our faces marked by the confrontation with Eliza's eye already starting to swell, a dark bruise forming around it.. Wordlessly, we followed Webber down the hall, the crowd dispersing as we went.

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A/N: I've been planning this chapter for weeks now. I'm so glad I finally got to write it😭