Disclaimer: Don't own Grey's Anatomy. Mr. Jackson is mine, though. I guess I should have mentioned that previously, oh well. Again, apologies on the lack of updating. I suck.
Chapter 7: Observations
As the three doctors went on their ways, Mr. Jackson lay in bed, thinking. His entire life, he had spent observing. Observing people, observing actions, observing whatever was there, and then some. So his career path as a journalist made perfect sense, since it allowed him to observe and convey that which he saw. At 64, he was as sharp as he had been twenty years prior. Mentally, he re-examined the scene between the two interns, the look which had passed between them. Instinctively Mr. Jackson had sensed some connection between the two, and reviewing that look only reaffirmed his thoughts. His intuition was almost always spot on. But this patient also suspected that somehow Dr. Shepherd had not felt comfortable in that moment. His hunch was that in some way Dr. Shepherd envied the younger Dr. Karev, illogical as that may seem. But that envy probably didn't stem from money, or power or any expected issues; rather, Dr. Karev's bond with Dr. Grey was the problem. Naturally, Mr. Jackson didn't know exactly why Dr. Shepherd felt that way, but Mr. Jackson was certain that he did. His best guess: the attending was in love with his intern, and for whatever reasons, wasn't or couldn't be with her. But given the look on Dr. Grey's face when she smiled back at her fellow intern, Mr. Jackson gathered that this was not, or was no longer, a problem for the intern. Actually, Mr. Jackson mused, her moving on was probably a fairly new development. One that her boss would have to learn to deal with, particularly if she followed the path straight into the arms of Dr. Karev. Dr. Karev himself seemed to be fresh, as if he was also trying to start again. Maybe that's what has really kick-started this friendship. It wouldn't surprise him; plenty of people came together while in the midst of trying to forgive, or forget, or deny someone else had been there. So perhaps the young doctors were doing the same: helping each other out. Mr. Jackson wondered if they knew where they were headed. Probably not. Most people never did, but he hoped it turned out well for each of them. They seemed like good people, people who deserved something more than whatever heartbreak they had recently faced.
Mr. Jackson wished he knew about the relationship between Drs. Shepherd and Grey. The one between the two interns was obvious, at least to him. And certainly the direction it was heading was clear. But the past was a little more difficult to discern from the brief interlude with the three doctors. Well, he probably knew enough for the moment. Mr. Jackson gathered that there had been something intense between Shepherd and Grey, that it was ended (probably by him, for whatever reasons), that it had devastated both of them, but that Grey was now starting to truly walk away. It would do.
Satisfied with his conclusions regarding his doctors, Mr. Jackson lay back and went to sleep.