Amelia was running frantically.
It had taken her a moment more to unglue herself from whatever shock was holding her back. And then she was running straight through the hospital doors and searching.
She had bumped into Avery at first.
"April?" He asked, the terror on his face mirroring Amelia's. She shook her head.
"Owen?" Avery's eyes spoke for themselves.
No.
She ran into Karev next.
"I am begging you tell me you've seen Meredith."
Amelia closed her eyes in pain, as she shook her head.
"Owen? Maggie?" She asked, desperation dripping from every name she spoke.
"Maggie's fine. Some scratches but fine. She was searching for others. I don't know where Hunt is."
Amelia nodded, understanding. "What about Jo?"
"She's home. With Edwards."
Thank you, universe for that.
"Have you tried the fifth floor?" She asked.
Karev shook his head.
"No, why?"
"Meredith had a patient she wanted to check there."
"Ok. I'll go take a look. I'll tell you if I find her."
Amelia could only nod, her brain already somewhere else. The attending's lounge was on the east side.
How she wished her brain was wired to his right now.
Every man I ever loved has died.
Every man I ever loved has died.
No, she couldn't think this. Not yet, not now.
The mass of people was heading in the opposite direction and Amelia had to push through to get to that damn elevator. It wasn't until she actually reached the place where she had been only a few minutes earlier that she gave a slight scream.
The elevator doors were wide open, leaving nothingness in the place where the cabin was supposed to be.
It looked like a black hole, something that had swallowed lives merciless, as if they were unimportant for the planet. She felt her whole body shake, as she fought her way closer to the universe's crime scene.
She didn't know what she expected to see when she looked down but it wasn't that.
It looked like the elevator was perfectly functional, could've gone back up any moment now. The huge tin box looked unharmed. Amelia could only imagine if people were stuck there.
She tried not to, as what was actually happening down there could be to terrible to even comprehend Her phone beeped, giving her the perfect opportunity to forget.
Not on 5th floor. I'll keep searching.
She was reading and walking, that's what she was doing so she could bump into someone.
When she looked up, she didn't recognize the person. Her face was half scratched with what could only be glass shards, as was her whole left arm. One of her eyes was turning purple, barely opened anyway and the other was shedding tears uncontrollably.
Amelia needed to take a step back to recognize the form.
"Oh, God. Maggie!"
It was all the words that could be formed in her mouth.
"I'm fine. Actually, I'm not. I'll probably have scars for the rest of my life, as if I didn't already not catch an eye but that's beyond the point. Meredith!"
"What? What's with her?" Maggie was talking so fast, it felt impossible to keep up.
"She's down there! Stuck! There's this beam on her torso that I couldn't lift! She needs help, right now! Oh God, this is so horrible. This is.."
But Amelia wasn't listening anymore. She texted Karev, knowing fully well he wanted to help as well as they needed some brute strength.
How hard could this thing be?
She looked around, trying to find some familiar faces, but the crowds were impossible to single out. She stood for a few minutes, before she noticed a fanatic figure yelling words left and right, half of encouragement, half commands.
Only few, however listened, the older nurses or the more experienced doctors.
"April!" Amelia yelled after her, trying to catch her attention.
The red haired woman stopped for a second to look around, before abandoning any tasks.
"Tell me you've seen Jackson."
Amelia nodded. "He's fine, perfectly fine. But-"
"Where's Owen?" She asked, looking behind Amelia as if expecting him to jump out and yell 'gotha'.
Amelia looked down, for a moment trying to find the strength to shake her head again.
"I don't know. But Meredith is stuck under something and we need as many hands as possible."
Alex came merely seconds later.
"Where is she?"
It was Maggie who led the way, between the fallen bits and pieces, over the broken glass and through the endless hallways that now looked apocalyptic. With every step, the walls were even more destroyed, as if they were walking straight into death's arms.
Maybe they were.
Amelia felt the heaviness press onto her, the fear for her sister, the fear for Owen. It felt overwhelming only to imagine.
The moment they reached their destination, Amelia was completely horrified.
It didn't look like the east wing anymore. Instead, there was a huge whole where that part used to be, as if someone had cut if off. The wind was blowing from the opening, creating deafening sounds as it hit metal.
There was nothing still intact there.
Meredith was a few feet away from the cliff, breathing too heavily and too slowly.
Amelia rushed at her side.
"Hey, we've got you." She said, refusing the uncontrollable shake that wanted to cover her composed voice.
Seconds later, everyone but Maggie was struggling with that stupid beam.
At first, it wouldn't move and for a second, Amelia actually thought they didn't have enough strength. Not even combined. She found herself childishly wishing she had gone to the gym more.
Then, it moved a little.
And then, then miraculously, they managed to lift it up just enough for Maggie to get Meredith out from underneath. The beam fell back immediately, with a loud thud.
Meredith coughed blood, moment in which Amelia knew they had to operate on her precisely at that moment.
"All the ORs are empty. I'll get her in one." April said, trying to lift Meredith up.
"No wait. I'll come with you." And she was scooped up in Karev's arms, as he carried her effortlessly out from that place.
The two left watched as their friends walked away, before finally getting back down on earth.
"You should get checked up, as well." Amelia suggested, but Maggie just shook her head.
"I'm fine, they're scratches. Nothing fatal."
But Amelia had her mind somewhere else as well.
"Have you seen Owen?"
Another shake of a head, and she knew she couldn't take anymore.
"I saw Callie sometime ago, but that was all."
"Have you seen Richard?" Amelia mimicked the gesture.
"We should..."
"Yeah."
And they went their separate ways, each trying to find one person, only one.
Damn you, universe.
Damn you.

It took her by complete surprise when she ran into Torres.
"Have you seen Owen?"
"Yes! Oh, yes. Yes, yes. Yes. Thank you, yes."
Amelia expected another no, but even if she had been expecting a yes, she surely didn't think of these many.
"You need to go, now. He's in OR 2."
Amelia's knees felt like made out of jelly. What had happened?
Callie seemed to guess her questions, because she didn't wait for them to be verbally expressed.
"He has a brain bleed. Well, 90% sure he has a brain bleed. And there wasn't one freaking neurosurgeon we could find."
But Amelia was shaking.
She was shaking uncontrollably, trying to regain control. It couldn't be. No, no it couldn't happen. Not like this.
She tried to hold herself together.
It was up to her, if Torres was right. Up to her, and her alone.
She had his whole life in her hands, and any mistake she'd make would result in his death. She knew it, she just knew.
"Amelia?" Callie asked.
"Just, just give me a minute." She raised her palm as a sign, and she stopped to catch her breath.
She was Amelia Shepherd.
She was a neurosurgeon.
She was a freaking superhero.
She couldn't save her brother. She couldn't save Mark. She couldn't save her baby, Ryan, Michelle.
But she could save him.
She could and she was going to.
When the doors of that OR opened to reveal Owen's body laying still on the table, only his chest rising and falling, she knew she could do it.

Muahahahahahaha!

Yeah, okay, I'm not an evil person, I swear!

Hope you liked this chapter, and Amelia's mad rush to find Owen.