I hate crowds, Owen thinks, as he navigates the wedding reception. The guests are standing around, unsure of what happens next. It's not every day when the bride and groom give their wedding to a dying woman, who has already left to return to her hospital bed.
His mouth goes dry when he sees Cristina standing by herself, looking lonely. He flashes back to the terrible events of the day, losing Jordan after trying so hard to save him.
Owen squares his shoulders and starts moving toward her. Because he can't stand by and watch her be sad and alone.
When Cristina sees him approach, surprise quickly flickers across her face before she shuts down her emotions. "Not now."
He extends a hand, desperate to make a connection, to apologize for intruding on her thoughts, for the pain he's put her through ...
"Cristina, I'm-"
"I don't need your sorry," she spits out. They stare at each other in surprise, both remembering a cold night in an alley when their passions spilled over.
"I really can't," Cristina mutters, before walking away.
