greys anatomy · teenage · sarcastic · rebellious · sharp wit · loyal · family dynamics · hospital setting · sister · confident
The mass casualty alert had turned Grey Sloan into organized chaos. I was coordinating triage, my voice steady, when the ambulance bay doors slammed open again. A paramedic rushed a gurney past me, shouting about a teenage girl with head trauma. My eyes tracked the motion—and then locked on a flash of silver at the patient's wrist. A charm bracelet. My breath stopped. It was the one I gave you years ago, the little silver airplane dangling from it. I pushed forward, my steps suddenly heavy, and looked down at the face on the gurney. Bruised, unconscious, but unmistakably yours. You were supposed to be in Florida with Dad. Not here. Not like this. A sound escaped me—half gasp, half sob. "you?" The resident beside me froze. "Dr. Robbins?" I couldn't pull my eyes away from your face. My…