Owen quickly helped Cristina to the truck and they were on their way to the hospital. Neither spoke during the drive. Cristina sat with her eyes closed, focusing on breathing through the contractions that overtook her body every 3 minutes. Owen glanced nervously over at his wife as he reached out and wrapped his hand around hers. She was a very strong person. At the hospital they called her a robot. She almost never showed her physical or emotional pain. She was a badass surgeon but also a badass patient.

Two days post plane crash and surgery

Owen sat next to Cristina's bed as Dr. Bailey made her way into the room for morning rounds. "Good morning Cristina. How are you feeling this morning?" Bailey asked. "I would be feeling much better if you would let me go home already. After all I have a doctor that has promised not to leave me alone and to monitor me." she grumbled as she glanced over at Owen. "I tell you what... you make 3 laps around the hall at one time today and I will let you go home." Bailey said. Bailey and Owen just smiled at each other. Cristina Yang had only started to stand by herself at the bedside just yesterday. The both new it would be almost impossible. "I will show them," she thought. Dr. Bailey scribbled a few progress notes in her chart. "Be back to check on you later." she said as she hurried out the door. "Whatever," Cristina muttered under her breath.

Next thing Owen knew Cristina was pulling herself up to the side of the bed. "Alright lets get going on this walking crap. I am over this place." she said. "Hey hey slow down a minute." he said trying to catch up with her actions. "Cristina, you have to pace yourself. You just had major surgery two days ago. If you go run these three laps you are going to be in some serious pain." "Owen shut up!" she said harshly. Her words took him off guard. "I need you to believe in me. I need you to support me and I need you to push me through this. Not give me a crutch to fall back on. I need to get out of this hospital so that I can get back in here as a doctor and not as a patient." They sat in silence for a moment before Owen took a deep breath and reached out to grab her hand. "Ok, then lets go." he said. The first lap was slow as she adjusted to using her legs and moving again. When you have had major abdominal surgery it feels like everything inside you is shifting with every step. She sped up as she started her second lap. "She is one tough woman." Owen thought as he walked beside her, holding one hand while the other hand rested on her lower back offering her support. However, as they ended the second lap and began the third he noticed something change. She began to move slower and was breathing deeper. She stopped abruptly half way through the third lap. "I can't," she said with tears in her eyes. Owen's mind raced as he tried to decide how to handle the situation. If he said ok and got a wheel chair she would definitely be mad at him later. If he pushed her he was worried he could put to much strain on her body. "Be her person," he thought to himself. He tried not to over analyze the situation and think about what she would really want him to do. He moved to where he stood directly in front of her and allowed her to lean on him for a moment. "Cristina look at me. You can do this. I know it is hard and it hurts but you are half a lap from freedom from this hospital. I am not going to be your crutch. Now tell me what you need me to do to help you get through this last little bit." Cristina blinked back her tears. It was exactly what she needed to hear. "Just keep me close to you," she whispered. He took his place back beside her and stood as close as he could. Together they took small slow steps until they were finally back at her bedside. "I am proud of you," he said as she sat back down on the bed. A few hours later Dr. Bailey was back signing discharge papers and giving instructions to Owen.

He pulled into a parking space and hurried around to the other side of the truck to help her out. As they began to approach the hospital she stopped by a bench. She took a deep breath as she starred at the hospital. "Another contraction?" Owen asked. She silently shook her head no. He knew this would happen at some point. "Cristina, you are still going to be the same person once this baby is born. You are still going to be a rock star surgeon... but you are also going to be a rock star mom. You are a very talented woman with a big heart. You will be very successful at both things." They stood in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "You ready to go now?" he asked. She shook her head no. "Cristina," he said trying not to become impatient. "Contraction," she said as she took a deep breath. "Ok sorry," he replied. "You are doing great just keep breathing." Once the contraction ended they made their way quickly into the hospital and up to OB, hoping they wouldn't be spotted.