Focused

She had been more focused for those 18 hours than some people ever will be. No one doubted that. Therefore, it was no wonder that no one could find Amelia Shepherd after performing the surgery of her life. Nicole Herman's brain surgery. She had removed every bit of the tumor, she had been exposed to direct radiation and she had been standing there, looking into a brain for three quarters of a day.

Owen had been sitting in the gallery during the entire surgery just observing her. It was a big surgery to witness, and Doctor Herman was an important part of their staff. He knew very well that after a surgery like that, you just need to be alone. But he couldn't help it. He had to see her and make sure everything was all right. So he went to every on call room and everywhere that didn't seem to have ant people, but he couldn't seem to find her anywhere. He was starting to get nervous not a single person had seen her. Fuck. Where could she have gone? She wouldn't be able to do anything; she hadn't slept in over 24 hours.

She didn't think of anything. Her head had been so full of information about the tumor, she would probably never forget them, but she had to not think of it right then. The air was cold to her tearful cheeks, but it was much needed. At that point she just enjoyed to be outside, breathing air that wasn't full of OR. Since she had let Edwards close, she hadn't talked to anyone and no one had said anything to her, but congratulations, which she had chosen to ignore, seeing that they didn't know if she succeeded yet. This was for her the most frustrating thing - the waiting. The sooner the patient wakes up, the better. That is the rule for brain surgeries. If the patient wakes up. She would have to find Owen soon and apologize for being so rude and mean to him. She knew he understood but an apology would still be nice, she thought.

He was walking by the doors and then he saw the small figure. It was her. He wondered how long she had been sitting there. As he walked through the door he had no clue what to tell her. Her shoulders were moving just a little and he knew exactly why.
When he reached the bench he sat down. His hand found her cold one and she didn't move it. "You did well, Amelia, I'm really impressed" he said. She didn't answer. He knew she wanted to and understood that she couldn't. Instead he felt a little squeeze to his hand. Her cheeks were wet from tears, and her mascara a little ruined. Then he heard her say it: "I'm sorry Owen". She was looking the other way but he could see that she began crying again. Why would she apologize? She hadn't done anything wrong. He just laid his arm around her shoulders and whispered "it's okay" into her ear. There were dark circles under her eyes.
He stood up and reached his hand out to her. "Don't you want to go back inside? It's pretty cold out here" he said. She took a hold of his hand and he kissed hers. They walked slowly into the hospital again. Everyone was looking at them, walking around holding hands. But they didn't seem to care much, or think about exactly why Amelia and Owen were holding hands like that. Perhaps it was just the way she was comforted after the day she had had.
As they were walking around, Owen didn't really understand the situation. Did she like him, or had she just showed up at his door and kissed him to start some weird kind of friendship the other day. Even worse, he thought; maybe she just wanted to sleep with him. Not that he wouldn't like that too, but he had actually considered a somewhat serious relationship with her. Derek had told him some things about Amelia but everyone, even Derek could see that she had changed. He almost couldn't stand the thought of being some weird kind of rebound to her. Would she really do that to him? He seriously doubted it. But he had to prepare himself for the worst. He could do that later, someday soon when he wasn't walking around with the most gorgeous neurosurgeon he had ever seen, he thought.

They had now reached and on-call room and he stopped her. "You should go rest Amelia" he said. If she didn't rest, he was afraid that she would just collapse. She looked so exhausted. "Come with me, please?" she asked with a tired smile. He smiled. He was disappointed because he knew what usually happened in on-call rooms but he tried to hide it with smile. He nodded "of course". They got into the room and Amelia took of her lab coat. Owen did too. They were both a bit insecure and awkward. Amelia loosened her hair and massaged her own sculp.
Owen wasn't sure what to do with himself. "Are you okay?" he asked. Amelia sat down on the bed and he sat down by her. "I'm fine Owen" she said quietly before grabbing his hand again. "I know I just need to rest, but I'm afraid that if I do, I will wake up to someone telling me that she died while I slept". Once again, tears started forming in her eyes. He brought his hand to her cheek and turned her head to look at him. Her eyes were probably the most beautiful blue that he had ever seen, but it killed him to see them full of tears. "No one will let anything happen to her. She is stabile for now and all of these doctors around her will make sure she stays that way" he reassured her. He hugged her and felt how her body relaxed into his. It felt so great to hold her and she didn't seem to mind at all that he did.

He started to push her body to the matrass and lifted her legs up so she was lying down. Then he got the blanket from the bottom of the bed and put it on her. It was only when he started to leave the room that she talked sleepily; "would you lie with me?" she asked. He knew that he had places to be, but it was late and he was pretty tired too. He climbed into the bed so he was lying behind her. She reached her hand backwards and found his. She took it and pulled it over her, so his entire arm was around her waist. It was at that point he realized that he would never be her rebound. He was so relieved that he leaned in over her and kissed her on the cheek. He heard her hum silently in her sleep and got back down. The feeling of Amelia's body against his was incredible and calming. Her hair smelled as if she had just washed it with some apple shampoo, which was pretty impressive seeing how much time she had spent in an OR-room. In fact he could hardly smell the OR, only the scent of her. It wouldn't be a problem for him to sleep like this in the future, he thought with a smile. Even if it was in an on-call room in a bunk bed with no space. That was his last thought before closing his eyes and falling into a deep sleep.

AN: This is only my take on what could have happened, I own nothing!
I'm thinking of continuing the story, but please let me know what you guys think.
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