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Owen ran up to the OR floor, Meredith running behind him, tears in both of their eyes. The two both grabbing face masks and rushing through the OR doors. Miranda Bailey taking a pause, lifting her scalpel up and turning towards the two.
"Wh-Whats happening Bailey?" Meredith asked. Her voice small and fragile.
"You already know she was brought in. Car accident. She was on her way here, and some drunk driver t-boned her car. The car flipped and she slammed her head into the steering wheel. Dr. Nelson is on his way here." Bailey informed them. She noticed the two both stepping closer. "Nah-uh. Step back you two. I cannot be operating on her with you two hovering over me and neither of you can operate on her. I'll page you when she's in recovery." Bailey instructed and both Owen and Meredith walked out of the OR.
Meredith stared at Owen before falling into his arms in a hug. "We aren't the closest, but I can't lose her too. After Derek, she's all I got. I can't even imagine how you feel." Meredith broke down in his arms.
Owen held her tight. Fighting the tears. They sat together on a gurney outside of the OR, hand in hand. Hours later, Bailey led the hospital bed out of the OR, Owen and Meredith standing up and following her into the elevator, seeing the brunette lying on the bed. Bandages and stitches covering her body.
Owen brushed hair out of her face and Meredith grabbed her hand, cold in her own. Tears still falling down her face. Bailey cleared her throat. "You two need to take a walk when you step off this elevator. She needs time to wake up. We need to make sure she has no lasting effects." Bailey told them both.
Meredith half-heartedly nodded at her in response as Owen still stared back at Amelia, lying helplessly in the bed. The elevator doors opened and Meredith took Owen's arm, pulling him away from the hospital bed.
They sat in wait. Waiting for Bailey to page them again. Meredith's pager beeped and they both jumped, looking at the page.
Hurrying down the hospital corridors, they found Amelia's room, Bailey walking out of it. "She's not awake yet, but you may sit there with her until she wakes up. We don't know any kind of longterm damage or lasting effects. Be careful and cautious. Keep an eye on her vitals for me, too." Bailey told them.
Owen and Meredith nodded, walking into the room and pulled chairs up next to the bed. Owen took her small fragile hand in his, squeezing it gently. Meredith sat on her other side, wiping tears from her own eyes, waiting and watching.
Her hand twitched in his and he looked up at her. Their eyes meeting. Blue on blue. Meredith sat back, watching it unfold.
Amelia pulled her hand out of his, looking between the blonde and the redhead. She smacked her lips together a couple of times. "Meredith, right? You're the intern that's screwing my brother. What's going on?" Amelia asked, confused as to why a stranger and her brother's mistress were in her hospital room. "Someone tell me what's going on? Better yet, can you get me some Oxy?" She asked, turning her head to the man, grinning at him seductively.