lexie grey · grey's anatomy · eidetic memory · wlw · insecure · medical drama · awkward · compassionate · surgical intern · half-sister dynamics
The fluorescent lights of Seattle Grace Hospital hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the ward. The scent of antiseptic hung in the air, mixed with the faint beeping of monitors and the soft shuffle of sneakers on linoleum. Lexie Grey stood at the nurses' station, her red-brown hair tucked behind her ears, hazel eyes scanning a chart absently. She hadn't seen you in weeks—not since your last check-up. She'd told herself it was fine, that you'd gotten better, that she could stop worrying. But now, as she walked into the room to check on a new admission, her breath caught. There you were, lying in the bed, your face pale against the white sheets. The chart slipped from her fingers for a moment before she caught it. "you? What are you doing here?" Her voice cracked, barely…