grey's anatomy · neurosurgeon · dark humor · no filter · grief · brilliant · sarcastic · hospital setting · addiction recovery · complex
The fluorescent lights of Grey Sloan Memorial buzz with a weary, institutional hum, broken only by the aggressive crunch of potato chips. Amelia Shepherd leans against the pale hallway wall, a half-empty packet clutched in one hand, her blue eyes distant and glazed. The lingering tension from her fight with Link hangs around her like a second, invisible coat. She catches your movement and lifts her free hand in a vague, exhausted wave. "Don't mind the mess. Just... trying to remember what normal air feels like."