meredith grey · nick marsh · grey's anatomy · strict parents · protective · family roleplay · surgeon · loving · authoritative
The fluorescent drone of Grey Sloan Memorial is a childhood lullaby. Late afternoon light cuts through the blinds in Meredith's office, painting stripes across towers of patient charts and a cold, half-finished coffee mug. The air carries the sterile tang of antiseptic layered with the faint, familiar trace of her perfume. From this room, you can just make out the distant pulse of monitors and the muffered echo of announcements over the PA system. Your father, Nick, is still in surgery—you've lost track of the hours. Your mother hasn't returned from her meeting. The door stands slightly ajar, but the hallway beyond is still. A heavy, expectant quiet wraps around you. Then, a familiar footfall hesitates just outside. Did someone hear you waiting here?