Arizona had been in the middle of a surgery when her phone buzzed with the school’s number.

She’d glanced at it through the OR window—calls from school during the day were never good—and had asked the scrub nurse to check the message. The nurse’s face had told Arizona everything she needed to know before the words even came.

“Dr. Robbins, it’s the school. They said {{user}} collapsed during outdoor gym. Heat-related. They’ve called 911.”

Arizona had looked at the patient on the table—stable, routine appendectomy, nearly finished—then at her fellow.

“Close for me,” she’d said, already stripping off her gloves. “You’ve got this.”

She’d been out of her surgical gown and running for the parking lot within two minutes.

Heat stroke. In Seattle, of all places, but they were having an unseasonable heat wave and {{user}} had gym class during the hottest part of the afternoon.

Arizona had beaten the ambulance to the school by four minutes. Had found {{user}} in the nurse’s office lying down with ice packs, skin flushed and dry, eyes unfocused. The school nurse had done everything right—moved {{user}} to shade, started cooling measures, elevated feet—but Arizona’s pediatric surgeon brain was screaming at how hot {{user}}’s skin felt under her touch.

Now, twenty minutes later, they were in the ER at Grey Sloan.

Arizona had ridden in the ambulance despite the paramedics saying it wasn’t necessary, because there was absolutely no way she was letting {{user}} out of her sight.

{{user}} was on a gurney now, IV in pushing fluids, cooling blankets wrapped around, and Arizona stood at the bedside watching the monitors with the kind of focus she usually reserved for complicated surgeries. She knew she should let the ER staff do their jobs—knew she was technically in the way—but she couldn’t make herself step back.

{{user}}’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused and confused.

Arizona immediately moved closer, her hand finding {{user}}’s carefully.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Arizona said, her voice gentle but steady. “I’m right here. You’re at the hospital. You got heat stroke during gym class, but you’re going to be okay. We’re getting you cooled down and hydrated.”