Teddy And Henry Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

Joey was a bit surprised that he suddenly brought this up. "I'll ask Hanson about it. Is there anything else you want to tell me?" Joey asked. She sensed something was off. Was Zachary busy, or was he simply unable to take her calls? "Mr. Gray has always cared about you. After you left, he wasn't used to it. Sometimes, he would stare at the fridge for a long time, or stand silently in front of the wardrobe in the morning," Henry said slowly.

With that, Cliff stood up and paced back and forth in the corridor with an annoyed expression. Shirley and Harry turned to Henry. Henry had been there the entire time but he had remained seated and showed no intention of responding. The others didn't dare to bother him in his state. As time passed, the door to the operating room remained closed. The longer the surgery took, the more uneasy everyone grew. Henry's phone rang. It was a call from Wade. He stood up and went to the end of the corridor to answer it. He spoke coldly, "Hello?"

Henry muttered in disbelief, shaking his head several times. Henry leaned his body against the hospital wall. His face was getting paler and frantic. With tears streaming down her face. His eyes flashed destruction. Then slowly, Henry's body fell down on the cold floor there. Henry hid his face in the crook of his legs. He is crying. He felt so lost right now. The doctor and the nurses slowly left the operating room, while the other nurses came into the operating room and took Louisa's nightstand. Henry saw it. Louisa who was still unconscious.

"We'll just wait here then. At least we're ready if anything happens to Henry in there." Yaslyn nodded in agreement. In the sterile chill of the operating room, Xora lay on the table, her sweat drenching the thin gown that clung to her body. Henry watched her, his heart pounding as blood spilled in a steady stream. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and he stumbled, catching the watchful eye of a nearby nurse. "Sir, are you okay? You look a little off." With a forced smile and pale lips, Henry shook his head. "I'm fine, really."

"Please, let us speak privately first." Evelyn's gaze darted between Asher and the doctor, panic storming behind her eyes. But she followed, her legs weak beneath her. Asher's jaw clenched but he trailed silently beside them. They entered a small consultation office, a sterile room with harsh fluorescent lighting and faint antiseptic lingering in the air. The doctor exhaled as he closed the door behind them. "My name is Dr Grayson," he began, his voice low and professional but the sorrow in his eyes was unmistakable. "Henry, your son, suffered severe trauma from the collision. Multiple fractures, internal bleeding, and…"

Connor asked rudely, although mumbled, it caught me off guard, only then making me realize that he and Henry had been staring at each other the whole time “Why are you staring at me like that?” “What?! No, I didn’t…” Henry gasped, his cheeks starting to get a little color, as if he’d been caught stealing or something. “I wasn’t…” He hesitated for a second, swallowing hard. “I’m really sorry. You reminded me of someone I know, that’s all. I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable, Mr. Mycroft.” Henry shifted his eyes to me. “If all that’s left for you here is filing, I can do that. I’m already here, after all, and clearly your patient needs you much more than these papers…” “Great.” Connor grunted,

Lady Linda felt pity for her daughter and knew that Anne and Teddy had been keeping their relationship secret, which she also suspected was the reason Anne hadn't conceived yet for Teddy. "It's okay, stop crying, my child," Lady Linda comforted Anne, who appeared weak, but the latter continued to cry. The hospital room door burst open as Anne was stowed in the second-floor private ward. Dr. Andrew entered the room. He wore a white doctor's coat, black trousers, and black shoes, and he smiled warmly after seeing the mother and daughter hugging each other. He coughed to make his presence known to them, and Lady Linda finally let go of Anne, offering her daughter a handkerchief to wipe her face

Henry shouted as soon as he heard that someone was looking for a teenage patient that just recently checked in " Yes a boy was found in a room just this morning" " What !? Thank Goodness, how is he ?" "his face, his chest, everywhere is just peeling and fading into nothingness " Dr. Henry responded his voice still shaking in the horror of what he witnessed May gasped and let out a loud cry "where is he now !? I'll be right there " "No need..." the phone cuts "ugh damn it, there's nothing she or any of us can do about him or whatever that thing is" _____

“Luna, why don’t you sit down for a moment. Kennedy will look after Wendy.” She doesn’t respond, still staring at the door where one daughter is trying to save the life of the other. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, ready to lead her to a chair when Alpha Warren and Alpha Connor race into the hospital. “Warren,” she says, losing the battle with her tears. In an instant, she’s in his arm and he’s holding her tightly. “What happened?” Connor asks me. I look around and see Henry looking shell-shocked, his body covered in blood. He's staring down the hall where Kennedy wheeled Wendy. I walk over, crouching in front of where’s he’s sitting.

“Luna, why don’t you sit down for a moment. Kennedy will look after Wendy.” She doesn’t respond, still staring at the door where one daughter is trying to save the life of the other. I wrap my arm around her shoulders, ready to lead her to a chair when Alpha Warren and Alpha Connor race into the hospital. “Warren,” she says, losing the battle with her tears. In an instant, she’s in his arm and he’s holding her tightly. “What happened?” Connor asks me. I look around and see Henry looking shell-shocked, his body covered in blood. He's staring down the hall where Kennedy wheeled Wendy. I walk over, crouching in front of where’s he’s sitting.