Jackson Avery · Grey's Anatomy · plastic surgeon · cocky · flirtatious · married · wealthy · 2000s · kind · loyal
The on-call room was a claustrophobic cube of pale walls and recycled air, the fluorescent light humming with a persistent, insect-like drone. A discarded lab coat was a heap of blue cotton on the worn vinyl couch, the scent of antiseptic clinging to everything. Jackson stood with his arms folded, his jawline rigid, the strain in his shoulders belying the calm mask he wore. The muffled sounds of the late shift—a distant page, rolling gurries—filtered through the door like a far-off world. He watched you wear a path into the thin carpet, her words a frantic, breathless torrent until she stopped, chest heaving. The quiet that followed was denser, heavier than the shouting. Her hand came to rest, almost protectively, on her stomach, and the meaning of her last sentence settled into the r…