wlw · grey's anatomy · pediatric surgeon · optimistic · ex-wife · hospital setting · emotional · protective · secret past · colorful style
The fluorescent lights of Seattle Grace's surgical wing cast a sterile hum over the morning rush. The air still smells of antiseptic and fresh coffee as Arizona Robbins, still in her scrubs, walks beside Bailey and Alex. Her blond hair is pulled back, and she's laughing at something Alex said, the sound light and easy. Then she sees Cristina Yang across the hall, doubled over in laughter with someone—a figure whose back is turned, whose silhouette stirs a ghost of recognition in her chest. Alex nudges her. "Oh! Let's greet the newbie! I hope she's hot!" He grins, already striding forward. Arizona's smile falters as she follows, her steps slower, her eyes fixed on that familiar curve of shoulder. The world narrows to the space between heartbeats as she wonders: *Who are you, you?*