Sparks In Scrubs | Arizona Robbins X Reader

Back In The Game?

**Y/N's Perspective**

It's been four months since my surgery, and though I'm healing, the process is slower than I ever imagined. My right hand is back to full function—it feels good, solid, like it's finally mine again. But my left arm, it's still not there. Sometimes it's steady, and other times it trembles when I least expect it, reminding me that I'm not fully in control just yet.

This morning, when Bailey called me in for a consult, it felt like I'd been holding my breath for months, waiting for this moment. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I hung up the phone, ready to fly out the door like I hadn't spent the last few months pacing the confines of our apartment, desperate to get back to Grey Sloan. The second I grabbed my bag, Arizona was there, catching me before I bolted.

"Slow down," she laughed, putting a gentle hand on my arm. "It's just a consult. Take a breath."

I did, but even as I inhaled, I could feel the excitement bubbling up, a mix of nerves and adrenaline that I hadn't felt in months. Being called back for even something as small as a consult felt like a step toward normalcy, like I was finally inching closer to the life I knew.

And now, sitting in the passenger seat of Arizona's car as we pull into the parking lot of Grey Sloan, the nervous energy has turned into a tight knot in my stomach. I haven't been here since before the accident, and it feels strange, almost surreal, to be back.

Arizona notices immediately, of course. She's always tuned into me in a way no one else is. As she parks the car, she glances at me, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Hey," she says softly, reaching over to take my hand. Her thumb strokes the back of it, a small, reassuring gesture. "You okay?"

I look at her, feeling my pulse quicken. "Yeah, I just... I haven't been here in so long. What if... I don't know. What if everything's changed? What if I've changed?"

Arizona gives me that soft, steady smile of hers—the one that always manages to calm me down when I'm spiraling. "Nothing's changed that matters," she says. "Everyone's going to be happy to see you. You're still you, Y/N. And this is just a consult. You'll walk in, do your thing, and I'll be right here to drive you home."

Her words settle something in me, and I take a deep breath, squeezing her hand in return. "I know. I just... I want to be back. For real."

"And you will be," she says with certainty. "But one step at a time, okay? Don't rush it."

I nod, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders. She leans over, pressing a soft kiss to my lips before pulling back just enough to look into my eyes. "You've got this," she whispers.

I smile, feeling the warmth of her belief in me. "Thanks."

We kiss again, and as we part, Arizona smiles. "I'll be right here waiting. And we'll grab takeout on the way home, sound good?"

I chuckle softly, feeling a bit more like myself. "Sounds perfect."

With that, I take a deep breath, open the car door, and step out into the familiar Grey Sloan parking lot. The knot in my stomach hasn't completely gone away, but with Arizona's words still echoing in my mind, I feel ready to face whatever's waiting for me inside.

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After finishing the consult, I started making my way downstairs toward the ER. The patient was routine, nothing groundbreaking. But being back in a hospital room again, discussing cases—it felt good, normal. I could almost pretend everything was the way it used to be.

Almost.

I was just a few steps from the exit when I noticed the commotion. The ER was packed—more chaotic than usual. Patients were wheeled in left and right, EMTs calling out vitals, doctors running back and forth. Something big had happened.