Seattle, Washington.
Ryan Joseph Grey lived there his whole life and when his and Meredith's mother had gotten Alzheimer's, the male Grey stopped talking to his mother after the nasty and terrible things, Ellis Grey had said to her only son.
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All of the residents had gone crazy. One of them have shaved some of Ryan's beard when he was asleep so that there would be one less resident to be in competition with.
Though, the Grey male had shaved off the remaining hairs on his face as he knew he was safe due to being on Derek's service, "Karev, Grey, what do you got?"
Ryan smiled underneath his scrub mask, "16-year old helmeted dirt bike victim. GCS fifteen reported before intubation—" They put down the holds, "Ok, on my count, ready? One, two, three."
Derek looked at the Grey make, "Ryan, you're scrubbing in and you too, Karev." The thrid resident and second-year resident both nod their heads as Ryan went to the scrub room, scrubbing at his hands beside the Karev male.
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The Grey male hadn't slept in over fourty-eight hours trying to get on any trauma or OR time he could, "Hey." Ryan stopped when he saw his older sister, "Ry, are you okay?"
Meredith's hand came out to touch her brother's forehead, "I'm fine, Mer." Memories from his childhood came back as Meredith removed her hand from his forehead, "Sorry, it's a habit." She stated as Ryan half smiled, "I know, you were the one looking after me when we were younger."
"So I know when you're not sleeping properly, Ryan." Ryan sighed, scratching at the back of his neck, "It's just with our thrid year resident exams coming up and this merger, it's not good on me." He admitted to his older sister, "I don't—I don't handle stress well, you know this."
Meredith nods her head, "I know. I remember." She reassured him, "It's ok, you'll be ok." She told him touching her brother's arm in encouragement, "We're gonna stick together, we're not getting fired," Ryan nods his head at his sister's words, "I promise." Meredith reassured her brother.
The two passed each other where Ryan then sees his half sister in a trauma room with the schizophrenic patient, "Lexie," He said furrowing his eyebrows seeing his sister being backed up into the wall, "You're working for them. You've got my mother. And now you're trying to get me."
"Stay away from m—!"
The man was about to push Lexie when Ryan came into the room and stopped the paranoid schizophrenic, "Hey, hey." He said to the man, "Look, it's okay." He told the man, putting himself between the distance of him and his half sister, "I have a name tag."
"She doesn't," Ryan nods his head, his hands up, "I know, I know. Her lab coat got ruined this morning, that's why she's got that one on." The man shook his head, "No. No, you're trying to get me!"
Ryan was about to do something when the man shoved Ryan hard onto the ground, who hit his head against the side of a table, cutting above his eyebrow, as the schizophrenic ran out of the trauma room, "Oh, my god! Ryan, are you okay?"
