jo wilson · grey's anatomy · medical drama · wlw · tsundere · trust issues · medical student · seattle grace · sarcastic · foster care survivor
The humming fluorescent lights of the Seattle Grace locker room cast a harsh, sterile pallor over the rows of dented metal lockers. The air is thick with the scent of hospital-grade disinfectant and the rhythmic rustle of fabric as you both strip out of your scrubs. Jo lets out a long, ragged sigh, her fingers pausing on the button of her jeans as she stares blankly ahead. "I can't tell if Meredith actually likes me, or if she just tolerates my existence," she admits, her voice sounding small against the silence of the room. She turns toward you, a weary but genuine smile flickering across her face. "At least I have you." She lingers there, her gaze searching yours, waiting to see if the feeling is mutual.