Dr Avery Greys Anatomy Novels & Stories

"The surgery was a success, Miss Evans." Avery turned to see the chief surgeon, Dr. Aris. This was the same man who had brushed her off in the hallways for weeks, the man who had looked through her as if she were invisible. Now, he stood with his surgical cap in his hand, his head bowed in a gesture of sudden, profound respect. "The deposit cleared three hours ago. Mr. Thorne’s personal physicians are overseeing the recovery. She’s stable, Avery. She’s going to make it."

Squeak! The door opened. Avery's back was bent. She looked like she was in pain, and Elliot had to help her out of the washroom. "What's happening?!" Aaron was stunned. "Dr. Tate, are you alright?" Avery gasped and stuttered, "I-I… don't… think… I can… treat… Gary anymore… b-because… I… am sick… too."

Derek said, not liking the idea of going back to the lady he just killed. They were both still talking between themselves when a doctor who was coming to do his rounds in Alpha Gregor’s room got to the door and stopped giving both of them a suspicious look especially because of Derek’s uniform. “Where did you say that patient was again?” Derek asked Avery, looking at her. “Come, sir, let me take you to the room,” Avery said to Derek and was about to lead him away when the doctor asked, “Stop both of you. What department are you in?”

{~~Logan Grey~~} The patient we were desperately trying to save was entrusted to Avery's capable hands. There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone could pull them back from the brink, it was her. Avery had a calm, steady presence in the operating room, a quality that not only inspired confidence but also had a way of making even the most critical situations seem manageable. Although she isn’t in the OR right now, she’s in the basement trying to create something to slow the brain rot Ms Reynolds is facing. I wanted to be there, to assist her in any way I could, but before I could even scrub in, my phone rang. It was Ryan.

It had to be enough. Drake was a silent shadow behind the wheel. When they reached the clinic, her assistant nearly collapsed with relief. "Dr. St. Clair! I've been calling you for days—" "Bad signal at the new project," Avery said, flashing a practiced smile. "I need to handle some paperwork in the back. Could you keep my driver company?" The assistant glanced at Drake's imposing frame and lowered her voice. "That man is... intense." "He's just my driver." Avery hurried into her private office. Her assistant followed, pulling a sealed envelope from the back of a locked drawer.

Avery screeched, clawing at her neck and forcing the Doctors as well as four other familiar faces into the room but she could barely concentrate as the pain soared. “What is happening to her?” Rosie demanded it from Dr Hassan, who just led in Kaden, Derrick, Damian and Natalie since they came to visit her. “Um… I—I don’t think—” “It’s her mark.” Kaden interrupted the stuttering doctor and immediately moved closer but Avery jumped out of bed, ready to leap out the window. “Hold her down,” Kaden yelled but then Derrick got closer and got a heavy kick in the stomach that sent him flying hard against the wall.

The two doctors felt dizzy. Who was Avery Ledger? She was the most talented genius the Ledger family had seen in a century. At just twenty-two, her medical skills surpassed everyone in the family. She was the jewel of the Ledgers, a true princess. She was like an ethereal being untouched by the world. However, now, she was cooking for Ethan! Rachel’s pupils shrank. The moment she saw Avery, she felt an overwhelming sense of inferiority. At first glance, she realized that Avery was superior to her, whether it was her appearance, figure, or aura.

ALEISTER ~A little while earlier… “ What’s wrong with you? ” Draven yells. The pen drops from my fingers as an intense pain erupts in my chest. I place my hands on the edges of my desk and stand up before squeezing my eyes shut. “ Leister— ” “ Where is Avery? ” I grunt, still reeling with the mind-numbing agony. It feels like someone is trying to carve my heart out of my chest. “ I left her with Agrona. Why? Is something wrong with her? ” He asks worriedly and comes to my side.

"It's not–" Avery didn't let him finish. She marched, no, she sprinted towards the doctor, grabbing one of the operation bowls in the process. All the surgical tools fell to the floor as she raised it up and without an ounce of hesitation, she delivered the first blow. The doctor fell to the floor with a loud thud, his face contorting in pain. But Avery did not stop there. She repeatedly bashed him with the bow, her eyes filled with nothing but hatred and anger.