Novel & Cerita Odd Man Out Grey's Anatomy

He pressed a towel he had grabbed against her, his hands trembling. "Drive!" Grey ordered. Marcus drove like a madman. The city lights blurred past the windows. Abigail kept her eyes squeezed shut, crying silently into Grey's shirt. Every time the car hit a bump, a fresh wave of pain ripped through her. Grey held her tighter, his jaw locked, staring blankly ahead. He was a man who solved problems with money and violence. He could buy anything. He could destroy anyone. But right now, he could do absolutely nothing. The hospital emergency doors slid open. Chaos erupted. Nurses rushed forward immediately. Grey laid her down, his hands covered in her blood.

His words were clipped, as if he found it uncomfortable or even annoying to give me any explanation. “OK,” I breathed, trying to smile and probably failing. “I need to go.” He turned toward the ballroom and started walking, leaving me alone in the corridor. I folded my arms around my waist and sucked in a breath. My anxieties awakened, filling me with nearly unbearable tension. I knew that something was off. Grey was an assassin; his observation skills had to be extraordinary, and yet he hadn't spotted Angelo Cantore, who must have been watching us at least for a while? Maybe I was overthinking, but what if Grey had lied to me about that?

"As I was saying, a catheter was placed to allow us to collect your output. You were hooked up to an oxygen monitor, heart rate monitor, and occasionally we gave you a boost of oxygen. All your lab work came back clear or any infections from your injuries-" "What injuries?" I question. I feel fine, and I don't remember much of anything from before I fell asleep. "Don't play dumb Layla." Jaxon scoffs. He's in one of his unfriendly moods again all of a sudden. Grey enters the room again with more water to my delight. He pours me another glass and I try to sip it more gracefully this time as he gives me a soft smile. Grey backs away and sets the pitcher on my side table before walking over to t

But I brush it off since I'm still busy with the competition of the team's operation system. After everything's done, every other problem that follows just fell into place a long time. But what worries me is that there was a report that Grey Howl's preparation is almost complete or maybe it already is. This puts me and the others on a high alert. "Dammit, one problem done, another shows up. I fuckin hate my life." I mumbled as I got out of my office to the meeting hall. Today, we are going to discuss the countermeasure that we had to take to fight against Grey Howl. We can't afford to lose since this is an all-out war.

I almost lost my life the second time and I'm still in shock. Gray sighs tiredly and run his hands down his face. He looks exhausted. I toss his jacket on the couch as Manny climb down the stairs. "Who told him ?" He asks looking at every single men around the room. Manny , Nick , Carl and I don't remember the rest five. They are all in either white dress shirt or black suits. It's weird they work under Gray. Their faces lacks smiling. Reid stand at a corner smoking his cancer stick. He has a bad vibe and too evil.

Emilia Clark I sat still, fidgeting nervously as I waited for my interview with Mrs. Grey. I knew little about her, except that she was the Chairwoman of Grey Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar company previously run by her son, Damien Grey. No one had seen or heard from Damien since he was reportedly involved in an accident two years ago.

My hand placed on the small of his back, I pushed him gently forward. “Go eat some shrimp soup, Xander. You're acting weird,” I said with a laugh. I saw him smile too. And he moved. --- Grey. My legs were moving slower than I wanted to as I rushed to the medic. My chest was already tightening. I barged into the office of the only person who could save me right now. Doctor Nowostern. Generally known as Doctor Now. I saw his head snap up from the paper on his desk. “Grey? What the—”

Damon smirked, "I'm the only exception. You... will fall for a casanova, Olivia." I scoffed, "You wish."

Gwen stated. "It could be Cora, the omegas, Vivian, anyone, but someone did this, and...," Maya bewailed, but stopped when the door opened, and Grey walked in. She quickly turned the dress the other way, and blinked back the tears that gathered in her eyes, as she stood up. "Alpha," Gwen curtsied as she moved aside. Grey looked from Gwen to Maya, and then at the dress. "Care to explain what's going on here?" He asked.

Naomi blinked, pulling herself back into the present. One of the emergency nurses had already moved beside the stretcher and was disconnecting the oxygen tubing while another carefully folded the woman's hands across her chest. As the sheet was drawn over the body, a thick droplet of blood rolled from the corner of the woman's mouth and landed against Naomi's white lab coat. She instinctively looked down. The stain wasn't red. It was gray. Not dark red. Not brown. Gray. Like wet ash. For a moment, nobody spoke. The nurse pulling the sheet stopped halfway through the motion, her eyes narrowing as another thin stream escaped from the woman's nostril. It slid slowly across her cheek before disa