Dr Avery Greys Anatomy Novels & Stories

Felicity started to speak. “Let us get to it and be done as I do have important places to be.” Avery said, looking at each one of them. Aaron cleared his throat before giving the doctor a signal. In split seconds, Avery had the doctor hovering around him with a pen light, checking his eyes. “Have you been stressed lately?” He asked when he was done. “No.” Avery replied, avoiding Zoe’s gaze. He planned to do that for the whole time they would be sitting here. “Are you sure?”

It was a tight, strange smile. Grey face remained completely blank. "Dr. Harrow. I trust Marcus sent over the necessary paperwork?" "He did," Evelyn Harrow murmured, her eyes lingering on Grey's face. Abigail stood near the doorway, feeling completely invisible. She watched the doctor carefully. There was something deeply unsettling about the way Evelyn looked at Grey. It wasn't just professional respect. It was a dark, fascination. But Evelyn Harrow was not just Ashford Bay's best fertility specialist. Years ago, before she opened this private clinic, she worked as a senior psychiatrist at the maximum-security federal prison where Grey Knight had served his sentence.

Her voice was sharp as she cracked it open. A woman stood there; she was in her mid-forties, professional-looking, and was dressed in a navy suit with a medical bag hanging from her shoulder. “I’m Dr. Elena Marquez,” she said calmly. Her tone was firm but polite. “Private physician. I work with Dr. Deborah; the one who treated Ms. Vaughn on set today.” Avery narrowed her eyes, keeping the door half-closed. “Did Evelyn send you?” she asked coldly. Dr. Marquez nodded once. “Yes. I’m her family doctor,” she said, stepping inside when Avery finally moved aside. “Ms. Vaughn requested a private check-up, postpartum care. Strictly confidential.”

Tears gradually blurred her eyes, and then, large tears fell onto the gilded floor, causing her to faint. Avery took a lot of painkillers before she had the strength to get up. She didn't even eat breakfast, and directly went to the hospital. She came to the hospital just in time for Dina's night shift, she had to accompany Avery no matter what. "Today, Vice Dean Zuri is on duty at the medical clinic. She is an expert on the heart and brain." Dina passed the waiting plate to Avery. "Okay." Avery smiled, and the hand holding the patient suddenly tightened, she did not know why, but she had a bad premonition.

Avery ordered softly, her voice carrying an absolute, undeniable authority that caused every doctor in the bay to freeze mid-motion. "Sovereign Avery, with all due respect, we need to monitor his vitals—" the chief surgeon began, stepping forward with a digital pad. "Leave us. Now," Avery repeated, her amber eyes flashing with a brilliant, untamed platinum light. An invisible wave of pure, sovereign energy rippled outward from her frame, heavy and majestic, gently but firmly forcing the medical staff toward the exit.

She found Avery one afternoon in the nursery, staring out the window with a haunted look in her eyes while Adelia napped. “You’re a million miles away, Ave,” Sarah said softly, leaning against the doorframe. Avery jumped, startled. “Sorry. I was just thinking.” “About the pathologist,” Sarah guessed. It wasn't a question. Avery simply nodded, wrapping her arms around herself. “What kind of a mother does that, Sarah? What kind of a monster pays off a medical expert after her own son’s death?”

After scrolling through several hours of footage, the technician paused suddenly. “There,” the doctor said, pointing at the screen. The footage showed Avery standing in a corner of the hallway, discreetly slipping an envelope into the hands of a man wearing a white coat. They spoke briefly, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. Elena’s breath caught. “That’s her… that’s Avery!” she whispered, trembling. The doctor’s brows knitted tightly. “But that man…” He leaned closer to the monitor, squinting at the unfamiliar face. “He’s not one of ours. I’ve never seen him before. That uniform doesn’t even belong to our hospital.”

The air smells faintly of lemon and something else–cleaner, maybe–but it’s not suffocating. Dr. Avery’s office is bright and cluttered in the kind of way that feels lived in. There’s a knit throw over the back of her chair, and a plant in the corner that’s actually alive. She’s in her forties, hair in a low bun, no makeup except a hint of lip balm. She smiles when she stands. “Dr. Malik has told me so much about you. He says you’re one of the strongest patients he’s ever met.” I sit, unsure what to do with that. “He’s… been there a lot for me.”

Her eyes lock on mine and I start telling my guys to get the medic and everything ready. “Open your eyes baby, look at me”, I say but Avery is not with it, she is closing her eyes while her body is shaking and going cold. Her hands are covered in blood but so are mine while I put pressure on her wound. Avery whispers that she loves me as she closes her eyes. I look around as I feel tears threatening to spill down my eyes. I push them back and I see a stretcher being brought to us while I place Avery’s body. I strap her to it and we take her inside the house, as soon as we get in everything is locked up and the doc appears from upstairs holding his kit.

THE REVEAL The ballroom fell silent. Dr. Kim's voice cut through the chaos like a gunshot. "Everyone, step back! Dr. Scarlet Hayes is the Chief of Neurosurgery at Seattle Grace Medical Center!" The words hung in the air for a moment, suspended in disbelief. Then the gasps came. I watched my mother's face drain of color. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers, shattering against the marble floor. The sound echoed through the sudden quiet. Savannah's mouth fell open. She looked like someone had just slapped her across the face.