Dreams are what we hope the most, or they are our worst fears. The only important thing is to realize that they cannot always come true – that they are not reality. Although, sometimes, hope is all we have left.

Amelia's POV

I was back at Grey Sloan, and all I wanted to do was to see him, to hug him, to hear his voice. I felt guilty for what had happened. If I hadn't run away, if I hadn't gone to LA, he wouldn't have got into that car and he wouldn't have gone looking for me.

I ran in the hospital corridors; Mer had only given me the number of a room – 1328. That's it. I arrived in front of it, and looked straight at him through the window. He was even more beautiful than I remembered. I ran in and threw myself onto him, tightening my arms around his neck.

"Hey…"

"Forgive me…forgive me. I'm so sorry."

As soon as my face touched his chest, I began to cry. It just didn't seem real that he was there, awake and alert, with only a broken leg.

"You don't have to apologize to me." He lifted my head to look into my eyes.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too…I missed you."

Our lips finally met after what had seemed an eternity, even though it had only been a few days.

"Ma'am…ma'am."

An unknown voice woke me up.

"Ma'am, we just landed in Seattle."

It was all just a dream, but I was really wishing for it to just be true. I was afraid. Afraid of not being able to feel his hands on my body again, of not having him here during the pregnancy, afraid that our son would have to live without a father. All I wanted was to be able to forget these last 5 days and return back to my husband's arms.

At first, as I ran towards room 1328, I was almost reliving my dream, but then I arrived in front of my room and my heart stopped.

There he was, lying in a hospital bed. He was asleep with a million tubes and wires attached to his body. I just couldn't bear to see him in that condition. Yet another man I loved was dying in front of my eyes, and it was all my fault.

Suddenly my legs were too weak to hold my body. I leaned against the wall and slid down, sitting on the floor and resting my head on my knees. All of this was just too much. Nothing had gone as it should: at this time we should have been together at home, fantasizing about possible names for our baby, and instead…

I felt a hand touch me on the shoulder, and someone sat next to me.

"Amelia…we were waiting for you." It was Maggie.

"How could this happen again? It's all my fault…" I said sobbing.

"Amelia, you need to be strong. Do it for your child. Owen wouldn't want to see you like this…"

"Owen just wanted me to forgive him, wanted us to be a family…I have disappointed him and now…please just tell me this is a bad dream…?"

"I'm so sorry. He has lost a lot of blood, his heart stopped beating for 7 minutes. We don't know if he's going to wake up, and if there will be any deficits if he does…"

"He's got to wake up. I can't do this without him!"

She hugged me.

"Amelia, there's more…"

"What?"

"A few years ago, Owen wrote his will in the case of a coma…"

"I know what he wanted, I'm his wife! He wants us to try everything to make sure that he can see the birth of his son, and that he can raise him."

"Unfortunately he hasn't updated those records lately…"

"Who cares? I'm his wife! I have to make this choice for him!"

"Amelia, I'm sorry, but in those papers he gave his medical power of attorney to Cristina."

"No…you can't be serious…I AM HIS WIFE!"

"I know, and I'm so sorry. But legally you can't make this decision."