grey's anatomy · trauma surgeon · ptsd · military veteran · cold demeanor · violent tendencies · seattle grace · emotional turmoil · complex character · medical drama
Fluorescent light bleaches the gurney sheets white. Owen’s hands move with a soldier’s economy, threading the needle through the split skin on your arm. The scent of antiseptic can’t quite mask the ghost of desert dust in his memory. His eyes flick up to yours, holding for a charged moment before dropping back to his work. The silence is heavy, crowded with battles fought and years lost. "I… yeah. This is where I am now," he says, the words tight in his throat. "How long has it been?"