It's quiet; Amelia doesn't know what to do. At times like this, the silence scares her more than the loud. The hospital called to tell her he's woken up. Her husband has woken up from coma. Their five year old is upstairs sleeping safe and soundly. While their other child kicks her hash in the ribcage, to remind her she needs to get off her ass. It's the truth. She needs to call Derek, someone needs to watch Olivia - their daughter. Owen has been in a coma for over a month now, she's missed him. The house has been empty, his laugh has not roomed the walls.

They had been on their way from work, when a drunk driver took a fast turn in their direction. Owen, who had been behind the steering wheel, had desperately tried to ignore an accident. But it was to no use, they got hit. She saw the light from the other car, she thought; now we're dying.

24 hours later, she woke up in ICU with multiple fractures, a fixed brain bleed and a concussion. Her husband hadn't been as lucky as her. All she wants to do, is to see him. Seeing him or feeling his touch would be something she'd take for granted a month ago, but not anymore.

Amelia calls Derek. Ten minutes later she jumps into the car and drives to the hospital. The drive feels like an eternity. But suddenly she parks the car in front of the building. It looks exactly like it did when she left five hours ago. First she can't find the courage to walk in, but then she does. Her feet carry her down the hall and into the elevator. It feels like her heart is about to burst out of her chest. She doesn't know how her husband; her best friend is. Or how serious his injuries is. They didn't tell her and she didn't ask. He's not far away now, right around the corner. She walks faster.

Then she sees him, he's alive. Dr. Jim Nelson seems to be the attending on call. He does neurological tests on her husband. Shadow Shepherd doesn't quite make her feel better. The only thing that would calm her down, was if she could do it herself - or maybe Derek. But not Nelson.

"Dr. Hunt, your wife is here," a nurse says, who comes up behind her. Amelia swallows and watches as Owen turn his head to look at her. His eyes widen as in shock, but he calms himself quickly. Something is not right.

"What's wrong, Owen?" she asks slowly. A sick, worried feeling spreads through her stomach. The way her husband desperately tries to control his shock is enough for her to know.

"I - I don't remember you being pregnant," he points out as it's the most obvious thing in the world. She feels her eyebrows furrow. Something is definitely not right. She wonders, how much has he missed, how many months or years. They're both doctors, and damn good at what they do, but she knows the possible impact of the trauma they've been through. Deep inside her head, she hopes it's not so bad. Come on, it can't be.

"What day is it today?" Nelson asks, clearly interested in knowing how much damage might've been done. She sighs.

"Get out!" Amelia orders. It's not near a requests. Nelson opens his mouth to speak, but she lifts her arm to silence him. "Go. And while you're at it, call Derek. Tell him what happened and to get here, first thing in the morning."

Jim Nelson disappears faster than the got there and is out of sight. Owen continues to stare. She steps closer to him and stands beside the bed.

"What's the last thing you remember?" she asks. Owen shrugs.

"I don't know."

"Well, how about yesterday, what happened then?"

"You certainly weren't pregnant," he concludes and smiles. They've always wanted more kids, of course he's happy. However, she doesn't return the smile. This just scares her. "How long have I been in a coma?"

"A month or so," Amelia tells him silently. It haven't been easy, not for anyone.

"That's - that's a long time," he says. That's something they both know, it's not news.

"Owen," she whispers silent, like a prayer. She has to know. "What date is it today?"

"I don't know," he confesses, but she already knew that. His situation is quite severe. He doesn't know she's pregnant, which means he's already missed about five months. Maybe even more. "I doubt I'll be close to the correct answer."

Please, please, do not let it be that severe.

"Just tell me. What year is it?"

"The last thing I can remember, is that it's supposed to be 2015," he finally tells her. Her heart stops. They're not even close to 2015. For the first time in years, she truly, deeply wants to run. When they got married, they made vows to each other. Among them, not to run. She'll keep that promise, even it's the last thing she does, but it won't be easy. Their family is most important thing for her. It hits her, it hits her faster than that car; he doesn't remember their daughter. Owen doesn't remember Ollie.

"Amelia," he calls her back to reality. She snaps her head back to look at him. She knows her face is full terror, but she's not that good of an actress. There's no way she can hide this from him. Hell is loose and it's slowly suffocating her.