Hold me close through the night

Don't let me go, we'll be alright

Touch my soul and hold it tight

I've been waiting all my life

I won't scar your young heart

Just take my hand

Amelia grimaced in pain as Maggie finished stitching up the wound on her arm.

"It hurts a lot, doesn't it?" He asked softly, eyes filled with regret.

"It's hurting less now," Amelia glanced up at the shell of a man standing at the far end of the room, offering him a slight smile. It didn't seem to put him at ease, and he ran hand through his hair, eyes downcast.

She knew him well enough to know that he was feeling about a hundred times worse than she was feeling at that instant. His normally sparkling blue eyes were replaced with a frown, his mouth drawn into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the door of the trauma room. He was keeping his distance, as if he were afraid to hurt her even more.

"Alright, I'm done here," Maggie examined the stitches on Amelia's arm, glancing uneasily between the both of them. She shot her sister a knowing look before squeezing her hand. "I'll leave you two alone, page me if you need me."

Amelia watched as the door closed behind her sister, and walked towards Owen.

"I'm fine, really," She placed her hand on his cheek, tilting it slightly so that he was looking at her instead of at the ground.

"But you're not," He moved her hand from his cheek, creating distance between the two of them by pressing his back against the wall. "You're not safe with me. I can't protect you from myself and I hurt you and I hate myself for it." She could feel his walls coming up, and she knew he would still blame himself no matter what she said. It was the first time she had seen him like this, full of regret and self-loathing. And she hated it.

"It wasn't your fault. You were having a nightmare, you didn't know what you were doing. I don't blame you, Owen." She moved towards him again, determined not to let him push her away.

"I love you, we'll figure something out," Amelia grabbed his hand as his expression softened. She leaned forward and lightly pressed her lips to his, surprised when he pulled her closer and deepened the kiss. He kissed her slowly, as if her lips were made of delicate glass which could shatter any minute. She revelled in the tenderness of the moment, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek.

He took her hand as they broke apart, pulling her as close to him as possible.

"Let's go home."

I was made for loving you

Even though we may be hopeless hearts just passing through

Every bone screaming I don't know what we should do

All I know is, darling, I was made for loving you