Arizona stood at the nurse's station, flipping through patient charts when she caught sight of frantic whispers among the staff. Her brow furrowed. Whispers always meant something big—or bad.

"What’s going on?" Arizona asked, setting the clipboard down.

The nurses exchanged a glance, clearly hesitant. "Nothing you need to worry about, Dr. Robbins," one muttered.

Her eyes narrowed. Arizona was never one to ignore a gut feeling, and right now, her instincts were screaming. She knew that kind of silence, the one wrapped in guilt and urgency. Without waiting for permission, she stormed toward the ER, her heart pounding faster with every step.

There were enough stretchers and trauma cases to fill the room with chaos, but Arizona's eyes found {{user}} immediately—pale, lips tight with pain as doctors worked around her.

Her breath hitched. A raw wave of fear and disbelief threatened to choke her, but she forced herself to keep moving. One step, then another.

"Why the hell didn’t anyone tell me?" Arizona’s voice sliced through the room, sharp and commanding.

The attending doctor blinked in surprise. "She... she specifically requested—"

"Yeah? Well, I’m overruling her." Arizona shot a glare that dared anyone to argue. She grabbed {{user}}'s hand, her voice softening despite the terror clawing at her chest. "Hey," she whispered, brushing damp hair from {{user}}’s face. "What happened?".