Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Broken confessions

**Arizona's Perspective**

It's been two days since the fight between Eliza and Y/N. The hospital felt different, heavier somehow. I sat in the attendings' lounge, my foot tapping anxiously on the floor as I stared at my phone, willing a message from Y/N to appear. Nothing. I sighed, running a hand through my hair.

April walked in, her usual energetic self, but she paused when she saw me. "Why do you look so anxious?" she asked, sitting down across from me.

I hesitated, then decided to spill. "I've given both Eliza and Y/N space to cool off, but I think it's time to talk to Eliza. I need to understand what happened and try to resolve this."

April raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly are you planning to do that?"

"I was thinking of visiting her apartment," I admitted.

April looked surprised. "How are you going to get her address?"

I bit my lip. "I might...snoop through her personal file to find it."

April laughed, shaking her head. "Arizona, that's practically stalking."

I shrugged. "I need to know what really happened. If I have to bend a few rules, so be it."

April shook her head, but she was smiling. "Good luck, stalker."

As I stood up, April's expression grew more serious. "Wait, Arizona, why are you going to see Eliza and not Y/N?"

I paused, the question hanging heavily between us. "The last time Y/N and I talked, it got heated really fast. I don't want to push her again. She needs space, and I need to understand what triggered all of this before I talk to her again."

April nodded slowly. "I get it. Just... be careful, okay?"

"I will," I promised, grabbing my coat. "Thanks, April."

As I left the lounge, I felt a mix of determination and nervousness. This had to be sorted out. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

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It was already evening by the time I arrived in front of Eliza's apartment building. The city lights flickered in the distance as I stood at the entrance, taking a deep breath. I made my way inside, the elevator ride up feeling longer than it should have. Room 102. Here we go.

I knocked on the door once. Nothing. Twice. Still nothing. I leaned into the door, my voice soft but firm. "Eliza, are you there? We really need to talk." I paused, searching for the right words. "We need to lick each others wounds."

Just as I finished speaking, I heard someone laughing. It was faint but unmistakable, and it was coming from around the corner. Curious and slightly puzzled, I took a couple of steps and peeked my head around the corner.

To my surprise, I saw Y/N sitting on the floor of the corridor, laughing to herself. "What are you doing here?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could think.

Y/N stopped laughing and looked up at me. "She's not here anymore. She's gone."

I frowned, confusion settling in. "What?"

Ignoring Y/N's cryptic statement for a moment, I went back to the apartment door and tried the handle. To my surprise, it opened easily. The door creaked as it swung inward, revealing an empty, white apartment. Not a single piece of furniture or personal belonging remained. The place looked sterile, almost as if no one had lived there at all.

I turned back to Y/N, who was still sitting on the floor, her expression a mix of amusement and something else I couldn't quite place. "She's gone?" I repeated, needing confirmation.