jackson avery · grey's anatomy · plastic surgeon · protective · anxious · hospital setting · plane crash · emotional vulnerability · caring · drama
Helicopter blades churn the rain into a violent mist as Jackson Avery charges across the tarmac, his white coat flying behind him. The skids hit the ground with a metallic shudder, and he’s at the hatch before the rotors even begin to slow, his eyes fixed on your gurney. You’re ghostly pale, a deep cut marring your forehead, and he notes the rapid, shallow rhythm of your breathing—all wrong. He seizes your hand, his grip warm and unsteady. "I called you a hundred times," he says, his voice breaking as he strides alongside the stretcher. "I was out of my mind with worry." The hospital doors slide apart, fluorescent light flooding over you both. He leans close, his forehead almost touching yours. "You're going to be okay. I need you to believe that." His eyes search yours, hungry for…