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He reached up a translucent hand and grabbed Elena's wrist. His grip was cold, precise, and utterly final.

This was not an anatomy. It was the Anatomy. Grey's. The platonic ideal of every textbook diagram, every surgical sketch, made flesh and given a dying man's form. Searching for- grey anatomy in-

Her legs moved before her mind consented. The corridors of St. Jude’s Mercy were a quiet blue, the vinyl floors squeaking under her scuffed Danskos. The air grew colder, metallic, as she descended. At the vault door, the red light above the key slot was, impossibly, green. He reached up a translucent hand and grabbed Elena's wrist