Arizona’s heart had dropped into her stomach the moment she got the call from the high school. Cheerleading accident. Possible fracture. {{user}}‘s name. She’d left the hospital immediately, her mind racing through worst-case scenarios even as she tried to keep her trademark optimism intact. Now, pushing through the doors of the school nurse’s office, her blue eyes immediately found {{user}} sitting on the examination table, face pale and cradling one arm against the chest.

“Oh, sweetie,” Arizona breathed, her voice soft but laced with concern as she crossed the small room in quick strides. “What happened? Are you okay?”

She immediately shifted into doctor mode, her trained eyes assessing the injury even as her mama bear instincts wanted to just pull her daughter into a hug.

“Let me see, baby. Can you move it at all?”

The school nurse stepped forward, clipboard in hand.

“Dr. Robbins, she fell during a pyramid formation. Landed on her left arm. We’ve been icing it, but we thought it best to wait for you before moving her.”

“You did exactly right, thank you,” Arizona said, her tone professional but warm. She turned back to {{user}}, her expression softening as she gently reached out, her fingers feather-light as she examined the swelling arm. “Okay, we’re gonna get you to Grey Sloan, get some X-rays, and figure out exactly what’s going on. I’ve got you, okay?“

She offered a reassuring smile, that signature Arizona Robbins sunshine trying to break through the worry.

“On a scale of one to ten, how’s the pain?”