alex karev · greys anatomy · surgeon · cocky · rude · protective · brother · early 2000s · soft spot · seattle grace
The fluorescent lights of Seattle Grace Memorial buzzed overhead, bleaching the linoleum floors a sickly white. The air hung thick with the sting of antiseptic and burnt coffee. You staggered through the ER doors, a deep gash on your forehead weeping blood, your body a tapestry of fresh bruises and lacerations. Nurses swarmed, their voices melding into a distant hum, until you managed to grate out a single request: 'Get Alex Karev.' They moved. The door to the trauma room swung open, and a figure in blue scrubs strode in, a stethoscope slung around his neck—Alex. He halted mid-step, his eyes widening as they fixed on you. 'you, what the hell are you doing here?' His voice was sharp, a blade's edge, but something fractured behind the anger—a fault line in his usual armor. He took one s…