Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Is it too late?

**Arizona's Perspective**

It's been two weeks since Y/N's heartfelt confession, two weeks since I rejected her. Her suspension ended a week ago, and the silence between us has been unbearable. Every time we cross paths at work, whether in meetings or in the hallways, the tension is palpable. My heart aches with every fleeting glance. When our eyes do meet, Y/N's is filled with deep sorrow, and she quickly looks away, avoiding me at all costs.

But that's not the only thing I've noticed. Since Y/N came back to work, she's been getting awfully close with one of her scrub nurses, Holly. They're always talking, always laughing, spending nearly every moment together in the hospital. The sight of them together stirs something painful inside me.

One night, as I was leaving the hospital, I saw Holly getting into Y/N's car. My chest tightened with jealousy and regret. I couldn't stop thinking about it.

As the days pass, I find myself assigning Alex to every ortho peds case that comes in. I can't stand to look at Y/N. The pain is too much.

I'm sitting in the attending lounge, trying to focus on my charts, but my mind keeps drifting back to Y/N. I wonder if she's thinking about me, too. The memory of her confession haunts me, and I regret how I handled it.

April walks in, immediately noticing my distress. "Okay, Zona, what's wrong with you? For the past three weeks, you haven't been acting like yourself. Ever since you and Y/N went to Eliza's apartment..."

I sigh, knowing I can't keep this bottled up any longer. "April, it's... complicated."

"Try me," she says, folding her arms and leaning in.

Taking a deep breath, I begin to explain. "That night, after I found out about the fight, I went to Eliza's apartment to talk to her. But when I got there, Y/N was already there. Eliza had moved out. She was gone. Y/N and I ended up talking, and she... she confessed her feelings for me. She told me she loved me since the night we met."

April's eyes widen. "And what did you say?"

"I... I told her I couldn't," I say, my voice barely above a whisper. "I turned her down, April. I was scared, and I didn't know how to handle everything."

April shakes her head slightly, her expression a mix of sympathy and frustration. "Zona, do you have feelings for her?"

I hesitate before nodding. "Yes, I do. But I was so overwhelmed, and now she's moved on, it seems. She's always with Holly, and I... I don't know what to do."

April takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Why did you turn her down if you have feelings for her?"

I look down, feeling the weight of my past pressing on my chest. "The last time I was with a woman who said she loved me, I married her. And then she divorced me and left. I was scared of going through that pain again. And now... now I've messed everything up with Y/N."

April's eyes soften with understanding. "You're not the same person you were back then, and neither is Y/N. You can't let fear of the past ruin what you have now. You need to talk to her, Arizona. Ignoring each other isn't helping anyone. You both need to clear the air, for your sake, and for hers."

I nod, knowing she's right but also dreading the conversation that lies ahead.

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The end of the day arrives, and I'm changing out of my scrubs into my normal clothes, my heart pounding with anticipation. I've decided that tonight is the night I confront Y/N about my feelings and fears. I can't keep running away. I can't keep avoiding her.

Leaving the attending lounge, I walk down the hallway towards the elevators. As I near the nurse's station, I spot Y/N standing there, staring at her phone. Her hair is in a messy bun, strands falling gracefully around her face. She's wearing a fitted white blouse that highlights her slender frame, tucked into black trousers that accentuate her long legs. A delicate wristwatch adorns her wrist, and I can't help but admire how effortlessly beautiful she looks.

Just as I'm about to take another step forward, someone calls out Y/N's name. She puts her phone away, turns, and waves to the person. They embrace, and I can't quite see who it is until they pull away from each other and start walking towards the elevator together.

That's when I see her face. Nurse Holly.

Despair and jealousy wash over me like a tidal wave. I stand frozen, my heart breaking all over again. Y/N and Holly step into the elevator, laughing and talking as the doors close behind them.

My resolve crumbles. Instead of heading towards the elevator, I turn and walk towards the stairs. Each step feels heavier than the last as I make my way to my car. The second I sit down behind the wheel, I grip it tightly, tears streaming down my face.

"Is it too late?" The thought echoes in my mind, tormenting me.

I cry, feeling the weight of my own regrets and missed opportunities.