When Does Torres Leave Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

With the last of her breath, Tori turns to face upwards and feeling her consciousness going away, Wayne hooks his hands with hers, hugging her. “Moon Goddess, is this how this story is really going to end? Please…” Black. Tori Garfield passes away, and soon after, Wayne Wright does too.

But my mind kept drifting back to the events of that fateful night. Tori had been visiting me every day, bringing me books and an endless assortment of baked goods and offering her support. I was grateful for her presence, but I couldn't help but feel guilty about what happened between her and Aaron. We hadn’t really talked about it since the day it happened so I wasn’t entirely sure how to broach the subject. One evening, four days after I was discharged from the hospital, Tori came over for her usual visit. She looked tired and frazzled, and I could tell that something was weighing heavily on her mind.

the chaplain said. Jamie kissed me. His hands were shaking. "I love you, Mrs. Whitmore," he whispered. "I love you too." Torres took photos on her phone. Reid made a joke about hospital food for the reception. For one moment, everything felt normal. Safe. Right. Then Torres's phone rang. She answered. Listened. Her face went white. "When?" she asked. "How many?" Another pause. "We're on our way." She hung up and looked at us.

After she left, I tried to sit up, but my body felt weak and heavy so I lay back. Minutes later she returned, heels clicking against the tiled floor. “Don has already left the hospital,” she told me gently. “But Dr. Torres is on his way, darling.” Bastard. I muttered under my breath, “He couldn’t even wait for me to wake up before running back to that bitch.” Fresh anger bubbled inside my chest and made my hands shake but I tried to control it so the Nurse wouldn’t suspect anything. The door opened smoothly, and Dr. Rafael Torres stepped in. He moved to my bedside and began checking the machines around me.

I hated that even when I was trying to protect myself, someone else still got hurt. I just needed to breathe, to get away from the thick emotions clouding my lungs. I took the side exit that led to the hospital garden area, but I didn’t make it far. There were people huddled outside near the hospital’s giant media screen, murmuring and whispering. The crowd was fixated, and the moment I turned, I saw why. Torren’s face was on the screen. His hair was perfectly combed, suit sharp, his Alpha aura commanding even through a screen but I could tell he was trying not to lose it.

the doctor blew his pipe and looked at me. "Is there a problem?" I asked. I noticed Tori's unnatural reaction earlier and he even hurried to go home. He must have used up all his energy now. It bothered me and the commotion in the plaza was strange too. We were exhausted and I felt that something not favorable happened. "You need to leave, Esmeray," the doctor said and made me frozen on the ground.

"She's bluffing…or hoping we panic." Lisa rose, releasing Grey's hand with a squeeze that said wait. Her voice was steady as she approached the intercom panel. "What do you want, Tessy? The leak's live. Moore's crumbling. You're too late for containment." A chuckle filtered through the speaker, tinny and edged. "Late? Darling, I'm the schedule. The tower falls at dusk, as planned. But you three are loose ends–variables I need to recalibrate. Open the hatch, and I'll make it quick. New deal: immunity for you and Grey, Maya walks with a severance package. Refuse, and I bury you here with the rest of the obsolete tech."

In my belly, my daughter kicked, strong and insistent. "Your mother is trying to stop a war," I whispered to her. "Your father is hunting conspirators. And you're going to be born into a world that's either free or in ruins." "No pressure, right?" Adrian's voice came from behind me. "None at all." I leaned back against him. "Did you find anything more on Torres?" "Enough to bury him. But we need timing. Release it too soon, and Harrison adapts. Too late, and..." He didn't finish.

He was all smiles that seemed to be obviously swarming his coldness into dissipation. She glared at him and rolled her eyes. "Shut it, Terrence." She warned him. "Don't be a jerk." He couldn't help laughing out loud at that. He was amused at how his wife became irritated because of his naughtiness. He was loving that side of hers. Half an hour later… The couple trailed behind a delivery truck heading in a certain direction. The orphanage. Miss Torres was dismissed and instructed to report in the main headquarters of Adams International. Reynolds was back to his job and thanks to Athena he's sudden dismissal turned invalid.

Torres still hasn't emerged, when the two-hour updates stop coming, when the waiting room goes quiet with the kind of silence that means everyone's afraid to hope— I start to believe that maybe love isn't enough. That maybe wanting her to survive doesn't make it happen. That maybe I'm about to lose the only woman who ever made me believe in forever. The operating room doors open. Dr. Torres emerges, still in scrubs, his face unreadable. And I know—I know in that moment—that everything is about to change.