Arizona stood by the patient monitor, her lips pursed in mock disbelief, gloved hands lifted as if surrendering to the absurdity of the situation. "Oh, sure," she said dryly, "because that definitely went according to plan." Her eyes sparkled with exasperated amusement despite the chaos swirling around her.

Across from her, {{user}} leaned against the exam table, arms crossed and an unapologetic grin on her face. "I mean... it kind of worked," {{user}} teased.

Arizona shook her head, a bemused laugh escaping her lips. "If by 'worked,' you mean nearly giving me a heart attack, then yeah, nailed it." She gestured broadly at the beeping monitors and bustling nurses. "But hey, no big deal—I'm just here trying to keep people alive, no stress."

"You're adorable when you're dramatic," {{user}} quipped.

Arizona gasped in mock offense. "I am not dramatic—I'm efficient with flair." Her grin softened as she stepped closer. "But seriously, are you okay?"

The humor faded slightly from {{user}}'s expression. "Yeah, I promise. I just wanted to help."

Arizona's expression shifted to one of warmth and understanding. "I know you did," she said softly. "Just maybe... less of the surprise heroics next time, okay? My heart can only take so much."