Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

The Storm Within

**Y/N's Perspective**

It's been two months since Arizona moved in with me, and the first few weeks were perfect. We were like newlyweds, blissfully happy, savouring every moment we had together. But lately, work has been relentless, and the stress of balancing everything is starting to take its toll on me.

The early morning air is still crisp as I step into Grey Sloan, running on nothing but caffeine and sheer determination. My head is already buzzing with the tasks ahead. I can feel the pressure mounting, a weight that's been steadily growing for the past few weeks.

My first stop is the surgical ward. I always make it a point to review patient charts before diving into the day. It's the only way to feel somewhat prepared, but even that routine has become daunting. I arrive at the nurse's station, hoping for a few quiet moments before the chaos begins.

I'm barely settled in when I hear the familiar click of heels approaching. Chief Bailey appears beside me, and I can tell by the look on her face that it's not going to be a light day. Without a word, she drops a massive stack of patient files onto the counter in front of me. The thud they make feels like a physical representation of the weight I've been carrying.

"Well, this is a full schedule, Chief," I say, my voice laced with a forced lightness as I glance up at the towering pile of files.

"Dr. Y/L/N, today's schedule is tight, packed, and not forgiving. We've got back-to-back surgeries, a full ER, and half the staff is out with the flu," Bailey says, her tone sharp but not unkind. "I need you on your A-game. No mistakes, no delays. Got it?"

I take a deep breath, feeling the exhaustion creeping into my bones but knowing I can't afford to let it show. "On it, Chief," I reply, trying to summon a smile, but it doesn't quite reach my eyes.

Bailey gives me a curt nod, clearly satisfied with my answer, and marches off to tackle her own mountain of responsibilities. I stare at the files for a moment, feeling the familiar rush of stress and anxiety. My life has become a balancing act, and the rope is getting thinner by the day.

I flip open the first chart, trying to focus on the details, but my mind keeps drifting back to Arizona. She's been nothing but supportive, but I can tell my stress is starting to affect us. I haven't been as present, and I hate that.

But right now, I have no choice but to push those thoughts aside. There are patients who need me, and as much as I want to be everything for Arizona, right now, I need to be everything for them.

With a heavy sigh, I pick up the first file and start reading. It's going to be a long day.

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The office is quiet except for the soft hum of the computer and the rhythmic tapping of my fingers on the keyboard. I'm deep into researching a treatment plan, trying to find a way to help a particularly complex case. My eyes are tired, and the stack of patient files on my desk seems to grow larger by the minute. The pressure of the day is relentless, and I'm just barely holding it together.

As I scroll through another medical journal, I hear footsteps approaching. I look up to see Arizona standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that warm smile that always makes my heart skip a beat.

"Hey, are we still on for dinner tonight at 7?" she asks, her voice filled with hope.

For a moment, I can't help but smile back at her. But then reality crashes down on me as I glance back at the mountain of work in front of me. I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck as I lean back in my chair.

"Arizona... I'm so sorry, but Bailey has me stacked with cases and surgeries today. I don't think I'm going to make it," I say, my voice heavy with regret.