Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Colliding emotions

**Arizona's perspective**

I'm on call tonight, lying in the dark on a narrow bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep won't come; my mind won't stop racing. Thoughts of Y/N and Nurse Holly plague me. Just as my eyes begin to close, my pager goes off. ER 911 from Hunt.

Springing up, I tie my hair back and rush down to trauma room 2. Inside, I find Owen stabilizing a six-month-old baby who was involved in a car crash. Alex is setting up the portable X-ray. I start preparing to intubate the child, my hands steady despite the rush of adrenaline.

Suddenly, the trauma room door flies open, and Y/N walks in. She's dressed elegantly in a white blouse tucked into high-waisted black trousers, with a sleek wristwatch glinting under the fluorescent lights. Her hair flows freely around her shoulders, and she exudes an effortless grace that momentarily steals my breath. I can't help but stare, my heart aching with unspoken feelings.

Y/N starts gowning up, and her movements swift and practice. "What do you have for me, Hunt?" she asks, her voice steady and authoritative.

Owen responds, "Patient's name is Emma Parker. She's six months old and was involved in a car crash. She was restrained in a car seat but sustained multiple injuries. Karev just did the X-ray; have a look." He hands the X-ray scans to Y/N.

She holds them up, her eyes scanning the images. "Closed femoral shaft fracture on the left leg and pelvic fracture with potential vascular injuries," she says, her tone clinical and precise. "Okay, she's going to need immediate surgery. Page me when she is in the OR and prepared."

Just as Y/N is about to walk out, Owen, always with his timing, jokingly says, "Have you been on a date to be dressed this fancy?"

Y/N opens her mouth to respond, but before she can say anything, the monitors start going off, and the child goes tachycardic. The room erupts into a flurry of activity. I focus on the child, pushing any thoughts of Y/N's personal life aside. We stabilize Emma as quickly as possible and prepare to roll her to the OR.

As we move, my mind keeps drifting back to Owen's comment. The idea of Y/N going on a date with Nurse Holly keeps playing over and over in my head. Jealousy and regret mix in a painful cocktail in my chest, but I shove those feelings down, concentrating on the task at hand. The child's life is what matters right now, not my unresolved feelings for Y/N.

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The OR is prepped and ready. Y/N is the lead surgeon, with Owen Hunt and me assisting. We're focused on stabilizing and repairing the fractured femur on baby Emma using a closed reduction and internal fixation(CRIF) procedure.

"Dr. Robbins, I need you to hold the leg steady while I insert the rod," Y/N instructs, her voice steady and composed.

I hesitate, questioning her decision. "Are you sure that's the best approach? Maybe we should consider an external fixator given the severity of the fracture."

Y/N glances at me, her expression calm but firm. "I'm the head surgeon here, Dr. Robbins. I have more experience in this field as an orthopaedic surgeon. This is the best course of action."

Her composed and confident demeanour only fuels my anger. "I just think we should weigh all the options. We can't afford any mistakes."

Her eyes flash with irritation, but she keeps her cool. "Dr. Robbins, I'm aware of the risks. This is my call."

I can't hold back anymore. "Maybe if you weren't distracted by your date, you'd consider more options," I say, my words dripping with venom.

Y/N stops mid-procedure and looks at one of the nurses. "Page Dr. Karev. Dr. Robbins is no longer needed in this OR."

I'm shocked and furious. "You can't do that."

Y/N turns to me, her composure cracking. "Enough, Dr. Robbins. I will not have you question my medical decisions in my OR. You are no longer needed."

The room falls silent, everyone frozen. My anger is palpable as I put down the medical equipment and rip off my scrubs. I storm out of the OR, pushing through the doors. As I leave, I hear Y/N taking a deep breath before calmly instructing the team, "Clamp, please."

I march down the hallway, my mind racing with anger and regret. How did it come to this? How did I let my emotions get so out of control?

It's been a few hours since the surgery. I'm sitting on the sofa in the attending lounge, still wearing my scrubs and scrub cap, my mind racing with thoughts of what happened in the OR. I can't help but feel anxious, replaying the scene over and over in my head.

The door opens, and I spring up as Alex walks in. "How did the surgery go?" I ask, my voice tense with worry.

Alex, with his hands on his hips, takes a deep breath. "The surgery was successful. The patient is stable and in the PICU."

I close my eyes and sigh in relief, sinking back onto the sofa. Alex sits down next to me, and I keep my eyes closed, trying to process everything.

"You really overstepped today," Alex begins, his tone gentle but firm.

"I know," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You can't let personal feelings interfere with patient care. Y/N made the right call, and you let your emotions cloud your judgment," he continues.

I open my eyes and look at him, feeling the weight of his words. "I was jealous and angry. I thought she was distracted, that she wasn't making the right decisions because of her personal life."

Alex shakes his head. "She's a professional, Arizona. She knows what she's doing. You need to trust her judgment. And if you have issues with her, you need to talk to her outside the OR, not let it affect your work."

I nod, feeling a deep sense of regret. "I messed up, Alex. I let my feelings get the best of me, and I questioned her in front of everyone. I need to make this right."

"You do," Alex agrees. "But it's not just about apologizing. You need to figure out what's going on with you and why you let it get to this point."

I take a deep breath, realizing the truth in his words. "I need to talk to her, explain everything, and hope she'll understand."

"Yeah, you do," Alex says, giving me a reassuring pat on the back. "And you better do it soon."

I nod, determination settling in. I need to fix this, not just for the sake of our working relationship, but because I can't let my feelings for Y/N continue to cause chaos in both our lives. It's time to face the consequences of my actions and make things right.

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A/N: Oh my god, 1k reads actually feels unreal. When I first started writing this, I didn't have high hopes, but thank you so much for reading this story it means a lot to me.

I'm so grateful. 🫶