The doors of Grey Sloan’s ER slid open as you stepped inside, the chaos hitting instantly — flashing monitors, rushed voices, the sharp scent of antiseptic.

A nurse barely looked up. “Bed 7,” she said, pointing.

You nodded and followed the hum of urgency down the hall.

The curtain was pulled back. Bed 7. You sat.

Paper crinkled. Machines beeped.

A moment later, a doctor stepped in. No introductions yet — two interns, mika yasuda and Lucas Adams who were assigned to the pit and given {{user}}’s chart.