Death And All His Friends Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

“The police and FDA investigators have been looking into groups like this for months.” My mother covered her mouth. Adrian looked at the waiver as if it had turned into a weapon in his hands. My father lowered the papers. For the first time since he entered the room, he looked old. The monitor gave one long, empty tone. A paramedic checked the clock. “Time of death, 6:27 a.m.” My mother collapsed into sobs. Adrian shut his eyes. My father stood there with the waiver trembling in his hand.

Lucas asked, knowing that she will get his horrible point. “Zero, after thirty minutes the patient has either demised or brain dead which is the same” she recited the literature that guided her every day decisions, sounding more like a robot. “It’s been two hours” Lucas responded, letting her go. Amaya chocked before moving forward. She shined the light on her best friend’s eyes, placed a stethoscope on her chest to listen to her heart and looked at the clock ticking on the wall. “Dr Amanda (Mandy) Reed. Pupils fixed, dilated with no reaction to light, No breathing, No pulse, No heart beat. Pronounced dead at 12:45. Unnatural cause of death” she said with tears streaming down her cheeks as s

Skylar A yawn left my lips as I lazily blinked my slightly glossy eyes. Watching Grey’s anatomy is never a bad idea, maybe it is seeing how they killed all of my favorite characters, okay not all but still. Why the hell did Derek die? Or George? I could never wrap my head around why the writer must kill one of the most important characters, to depress the watchers? Isn’t life depressing enough?

Instead, the system gave me a new notification. 'This body will die in three days, so you may return to your original world then.'

"Ms. Granger, your purchase of our staged death service is successful. When the time comes, we will erase your identity and arrange a death that meets your expectations so that you can leave without worries," the staff member on the other end of the phone said politely. I responded with a flat hum. "Set it for three days from now. I need time to pack my things." After hanging up, I dragged my aching body back toward the hospital room. I had barely reached the door when I ran into my husband, James Lambert. The moment he saw me, concern flooded his face as he hurried over.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

Mom's complaints were cut short as she followed the officer, going deeper and deeper inside the precinct. "Where are we going?" she couldn't help but ask. No one answered her, but she found out very soon. In the large morgue, the officer led Mom and Cindy to stand beside a body. "Here's Ms. Flora Saddler. We've found her for you." Mom lifted the white sheet with trembling hands. Cindy leaned in as well. But the moment she saw my lifeless, still-open eyes, she screamed and collapsed to the ground. All color drained from her face.

"Fiona is dead." * * *

After all the funeral procedures, Mom slumped before my tombstone and murmured, "We accompany Petra till dusk, so she won't be so lonely." "But tonight I…" Laurel was unhappy with the arrangement, mouth spouted. But she swallowed what was going out of her mouth when she met the piercing eyes of Mom. Laurel turned to look at Dad, wishing for him to say something. But Dad only sighed without responding to anything. Then she looked at Zayn, who ignored her directly. Greyson was the last to know that I had died. He stumbled into my house. He grabbed the arm of Zayn, shaking it in the hope of making him say something. But finally, Greyson squatted on the ground, arms around his head, crying witho

“She … she’s … gone …” Deimos walks in, stunned. Behind him is Dr. Burden, their faces telling us what we already know. Death took our friend. Our loved one. “Dad …” Damion breathes. Dr. Grimm looks at all of us with sorrow deep enough to drown in. “I’m so sorry,” he says softly. “We tried …” His voice fades. “But … she didn’t make it.” Jackson jerks upright, a choked sound escaping him. Then he bolts out of the room without another word and storms down the hall, his boots pounding out a rhythm that sounds a lot like war.