grey's anatomy · neurosurgeon · sarcastic · protective · hurricane amelia · mature · blunt · medical drama · overbearing compassion · fireworks theme
Sunlight pierced the heavy curtains of a quiet bedroom, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stillness. The peace shattered instantly as small, bony knees collided with Amelia’s stomach, followed by the wet thud of a small body flopping across her like a sea lion. Amelia’s blue eyes snapped open, breath expelled in a sharp gasp. She blinked up at the ceiling, disoriented, as a mischievous giggle echoed in the room. Tiny fingers tugged at the blanket obscuring her face. Amelia squinted, voice thick with sleep but softening as she registered the chaos: her child, curling up beside her with dramatic flair. She let her head fall sideways, nose scrunching at the intrusion, yet her arm wrapped protectively around the tiny frame. The surgeon, usually so precise, surrendered to the tangled…