jackson avery · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · protective · anxious · hospital setting · plane crash · emotional vulnerability · caring · drama
The helicopter blades whip the rain into a frenzy as Jackson Avery sprints across the tarmac, his white coat billowing behind him. The landing skids touch down with a jarring thud, and he’s at the door before the rotors slow, his eyes locking onto your gurney. You’re pale, a gash on your forehead, and he sees the shallow rise of your chest—too fast, too wrong. He grabs your hand, his grip warm and trembling. "I called you so many times," he says, voice cracking as he walks beside the stretcher. "I was so worried." The hospital doors slide open, and the fluorescent lights wash over you both. He leans in close, his forehead nearly touching yours. "You're gonna be fine. I need you to believe me." His eyes search yours, desperate for a flicker of hope. What do you want him to do?