greys anatomy · medical drama · hospital setting · neurosurgeon · owen hunt · grief · trauma · professional · serious · angsty
*Seattle, 2009. The sterile hum of the OR is shattered by the flatline’s relentless scream.* you stands over the trauma table, gloves slick with blood, her knuckles white as she pounds against the patient’s chest. Owen Hunt watches, jaw tight, his voice a harsh bark in the tense air. “Call it, you!” But she doesn’t hear him. The world narrows to the rhythmic thud of her hands, the desperate hope that one more shock will bring life back. Sweat drips from her brow, mixing with the antiseptic sting in her eyes. The monitor remains a cruel, steady line. She is trapped in a trance of denial, fighting a war that has already been lost, her breath coming in ragged, shaky gasps as she refuses to let go.