Amelia
Every night this happens. As soon as I walk out of those hospital doors, I want a drink. Or an E. Or some speed. Just anything that's going to bring back the buzz. So many people have questioned me about my decision to pursue medicine. If you work in a hospital, you're surrounded by drugs all the time. How is it possible to resist that temptation? Because being a surgeon preoccupies your mind in all manor of ways. I'm not thinking about where I'm going to get my next fix or what my drug of choice should be. I'm thinking about my patients. I'm thinking about new surgical approaches. I'm thinking about ground-breaking medicine. Yet, as soon as I leave work, the cravings start.
Despite thinking about mind-altering substances daily, the temptation is getting easier to deal with. As of today, I have been entirely sober for five whole years. No drink, no drugs.
Walking towards my car, I'm thinking about the different ways I could be celebrating this milestone when I hear a ruckus to the side of the hospital, the part that's just out of sight. There's a lot of scuffling, hushed low voices and some smashing of glass.
"What the hell..." I say to myself. Curiosity gets the better of me, I run towards the scene.
A man, easily over 6ft, has one of his arms wrapped around a tiny blonde woman who is putting up a good fight trying to release herself from his grasp. Her head is covered in blood. Suddenly, he brings his other hand up towards the woman's neck and he stabs her. Though I'm far away, I hear her gasp. Have I just witnessed a murder?
Against my better judgement, I run towards him screaming. "HEY... HEY!" He runs off and I'm left staring at a seemingly lifeless body. No... the seemingly lifeless Arizona Robbins.
"Oh, my God..." My eyes immediately fill with tears as they dart all over her body. I check her neck. There's no knife there but a needle. I fall to my knees and yank it from her neck, throwing it as far away from us as possible before checking her pulse. Still there. Hang in there, Robbins. My hands cup her cheeks as I check her heads wounds. Some deep cuts, but nothing that means she can't be moved.
"Arizona?! Arizona?! Can you hear me?" Her body stirs minimally. Her eyes flutter for only a few moments and she can't focus, but it's enough for me to notice her enlarged pupils before she is completely still once more.
Without debating my own strength, I put one of her bruised arms around my shoulders and, as quickly as I can, carry her towards the hospital doors. I burst through and start looking for doctors immediately.
"HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" Within seconds, she is taken out of my arms and placed on a hospital bed.
I hear Mer's voice. She's asking me something but I can't answer. My mind is fixed on Arizona. I study her more carefully. Judging by the bruising and abrasions the attacker did not go easy on her.
"Amelia?"
"WHAT?" I snap.
"What the hell happened?"
"Uh... I... I don't know. She was at the side of the hospital... There was a guy, he stab... stabbed her with a needle."
I finally look at Mer and notice she's wearing emergency scrubs over her clothes. She must have been on her way out.
"What was in it?" She wastes no time in checking Arizona's more obvious injuries.
"I don't... I don't know. It could have been anything," I pause for a moment. "Maybe meth... it looked like it could have been meth."
There are already seven doctors surrounding her. I desperately want to help but my mind isn't in the right place. I can't risk causing her any damage. So I wait. She's hooked up to machines and IVs and nurses have taken some blood samples already. Regardless of all my years of medical training, I have no idea what's going on. I can't think straight.
I feel a hand on my shoulder and spin around to face Karev.
"Come on," he says calmly. "We'll go to the waiting room. We're just making the place look untidy, standing here twiddling our thumbs."
Begrudgingly, I agree to go with him. She's in safe hands, I know she is. I glance back as Karev leads me away. The doctors have worked quickly. I wouldn't trust any other medical team in the world with a situation like this. Thank God she's not in New York anymore.
