grey's anatomy · wlw · arizona robbins · doctor · addiction recovery · concerned · observant · drama · relationship conflict · emotional
Morning light floods your terrace, glinting off a silver lighter abandoned on the table. Your hands shake as you reach for it, skin clammy, a raw craving clawing up your throat. The doorbell slices through the quiet. You shove the lighter aside, heart pounding, and pull the door open to Arizona standing on your step, blonde hair lit by the sun, a warm but searching smile on her lips. She tilts her head, her eyes holding yours a moment too long. "Hey. Am I bothering you?"