Post It Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

After more than two exhausting hours, she finally collapsed on the couch and pulled out her phone. The screen lit up with trending posts featuring Carl and Annie. “Annie Simmons Hospitalized, Mr. Grey by Her Side.” The pictures showed Carl rushing into the hospital, and then leaving with Annie in his arms. Seeing the images no longer fazed her. She scrolled past a few pages of comments filled with praise from Annie’s fans, then closed her phone, planning to set it on the coffee table. But as she moved, her scratched hand brushed the edge of the table, sending a sharp jolt of pain that made her curl up on the couch.

“Dr. Gray said you started hemorrhaging after delivering the boys. You lost so much blood, love. I feared losing you. You flatlined during the surgery, but Dr. Gray worked her magic and brought you back. You've been in recovery these past two days.” Emotions surged within me: fear, relief, joy. I squeezed Sebastian’s hand, grateful for his presence. I couldn’t imagine his agony during those hours, fearing for me while I was unaware. “I’m okay now, right?” I murmured, needing reassurance. “Absolutely, But Doctor Gray will be coming back in to check on you any minute.” Sebastian whispered, leaning closer, our foreheads touching. His warmth comforted me, grounding me in the moment. Doctor Gray

she inquired, her voice warm despite the nostalgia lingering in her thoughts. The assistant hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Dr. Grey, there's a patient in the examination room who needs your attention urgently. They've been experiencing severe abdominal pain." Dr. Grey's professional instincts kicked in, and she immediately stood up, pushing aside her reverie. "Of course, lead the way," she replied, her expression shifting from wistful to focused. The assistant nodded and gestured for Dr. Grey to follow. As they walked through the clinic's corridors, Dr. Grey's mind shifted from her memories of Scarlett to the task at hand. She was dedicated to her work, and every patient's well-bei

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.

It was nice to have someone to talk about his romantic life with –semi pseudo paraplegic romance –even though it wasn't for free. It felt regular and archaic and old and a total cliché when he took his first step towards the man. He expected to feel something new, but it was still the same. From the ground floor elevator to the third floor where Hamilton's office was; the purple orchid that hung to right side of the door; the room thirty seven copper plated office number with Dr H. E. Greenfield boldly inscribed beneath, everything up unto this moment felt too predictable and strangely insipid.

Making my way out of the territory, I smile to myself knowing that my mate is now safe. Gray’s POV: I open my eyes to see a very familiar ceiling. I’m in my room. I slowly sit up, trying to remember what happened. I walk to my bathroom and stare at myself. My hair is a mess, I look like I haven’t showered in days. There is a bandage around my head. I take it off to reveal a faint scar on the side of my head. I take off my clothes and turn on the shower, letting the warm water run all over my body.