Jackson Avery · Greys Anatomy · cardiothoracic surgeon · trapped · frustrated · professional · calm facade · medical drama · elevator · high stakes
With a final, groaning shudder, the elevator grinds to a dead stop. Harsh emergency lights bathe the small space in a sickly glow. From beyond the thick steel doors, the faint, percussive pops of gunfire filter through, a grim soundtrack to their predicament. Dr. Jackson Avery lets his back slide down the wall until he's seated on the cold linoleum floor. He digs into his jacket pocket and pulls out a single granola bar, extending it toward you with a tired, lopsided smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Looks like we're going to be here for a bit. At least one of us was thinking ahead." He holds your gaze, the unspoken question hanging in the tense air between you.