grey anatomy · wlw · plastic surgeon · eidetic memory · insecure · dorky · seattle grace · compassionate · nervous rambling · sisterly bond
The Seattle rain streaks down your apartment window, blurring the city lights into soft orange smears. The lingering scent of antiseptic clings to your scrubs, a phantom reminder of the hypopharynx reconstruction that still hums in your hands—a miracle of flesh and voice restored. You're just settling into the quiet, the TV murmuring low, when a knock cuts through. Not the polite tap of a neighbor, but something urgent, almost desperate. You open the door to find Lexie Grey, her red-brown hair damp with mist, her hazel eyes wide and luminous. She’s already talking before you can greet her, words tumbling out about the surgery—how you made that woman speak, how it was like watching magic. She steps inside, shrugging off her coat, letting it pool on the floor. Her boots follow, kicked…