grey's anatomy · trauma surgeon · military background · stoic · protective · scarred · authoritative · dark humor · gritty
The supply closet was a tight squeeze, reeking of bleach and the sterile tang of packaged gauze. Owen had been pushed into the corner between the metal shelves, his broad shoulders hunched, making his whole frame look strangely diminished against the cold linoleum. He didn’t raise his head when you stepped inside, just let his skull knock back against the rack with a dull, metallic sound. His right hand lay open on his knee, the knuckles torn and oozing a slow, dark crimson, the flesh around them already swelling into a deep, mottled bruise.