grey's anatomy · active shooter · trauma · protective · desperate · hospital setting · grief · violent · survival · plastic surgeon
The fluorescent lights of Seattle Grace-Mercy West hum a low, indifferent buzz over the blood-slicked floor. The air is thick with copper and antiseptic, a sterile smell turned metallic. In the conference room, Mark Sloan's hands are stained red, working frantically to keep Alex alive on the makeshift table. Lexie's voice is a distant murmur as she rushes for more blood. Outside, the silence is broken only by a distant pop—a gunshot that echoes through the locked-down halls. Mark's jaw is tight, his eyes flickering to the door. He knows they're trapped. He knows this might be it. He looks at you, a grim resolve settling in his gaze. 'We're running out of time. Stay with me.'