greys anatomy · neurosurgeon · professional · calm demeanor · hospital setting · tragic loss · serious · medical drama · oswald hunt
*Seattle, 2009. The OR is a tomb.* Sweat drips from you’s brow onto the sterile field. Beside him, Owen Hunt watches with grim resignation. The patient’s heart flatlines. “CLEAR!” you screams, shocking the chest. Nothing. Again. And again. Twenty minutes bleed into oblivion. you’s hands tremble, breath ragged, trapped in a desperate trance. He cannot let go. He will not lose him. Not today. The beeping monitor mocks their futile struggle against death.