Owen stood at the ER charting station mindlessly looking at a chart. He was still replaying her whole speech in front of the OR board in his mind. She hated him. She didn't love him anymore. He had never been in more pain than he was feeling right now. It felt like she had ripped his heart right out of his chest and stomped on it. He could feel the darkness returning but he didn't care. As he stood there, April silently stood with Jackson in the corner looking at him.

"I have to talk to him. Look at him. We might have to put him on suicide watch," April said to Jackson worried about her friend.

"C'mon April he's fine. I mean he loves Amelia. He said he's over Yang," Jackson replied.

"Wow you are such a guy," April said rolling her eyes. "He's obviously not over Cristina. She's the love of his life! I'm going in Jackson. Wish me luck." April said turning to Jackson.

"You don't need it. You're a badass trauma surgeon former soldier who is eight months pregnant. I love you," Jackson replied taking her chin and pressing his lips to hers.

"Love you too. I'll see you at home?"

She slowly walked over to the charting station not wanting to have this awkward conversation.

"How are you Hunt?" she said quietly.

"I'm fine Kepner," he sighed. He knew that people would speak to him like this. As if he was a puppy who had just been kicked. He was fine. He had survived the war.

"Okay then, so have you and Amelia set a date for the wedding yet?" Oh crap. How could she be so dumb? He is upset over his ex and she brought up his current fiancée. Pregnancy was making her stupid.

"Nope. We don't have a date yet," he replied curtly not wanting to talk about Amelia or their wedding that may or may not happen.

"Owen you look super depressed. Do you want to talk about what happened with Cristina? I was there and I think that—"

"No I don't. I'm fine okay? I've moved on with Amelia and I'm happy and she made it pretty clear that she's moved on too. So let's drop it. I want to talk about the head ER doctor opening we have. Because we really need to fill that spot. Our ER doctors are swamped and normally one of them would interview the candidates but with them being so busy I told them one of us would do it."

"Okay well I can start interviews on Tuesday. So I'll go notify the applicants," April replied. She tried but he didn't want to talk about it. When he was like this, it was always best when she just let him be.

"Are you sure? You should be at home resting. You're eight months pregnant April."

"I'll be fine. I am a solider remember?" she replied.

"Of course April. Thanks! Okay I'm just gonna run to the research library. I have a patient with a condition I'm having trouble diagnosing. I'm gonna see if I can find something in the research library." he said walking away from the charting station.

Research library

"Okay so we have a few people lined up for the trial. We can start interviewing some on Friday and hopefully get them into the OR on Monday. I have started to figure out the cocktail and I think this might actually work!" Amelia said to Cristina who had just finished her surgery. They sat at a table in the research lab looking at the list of trial participants.

"Fantastic! I have a meeting with the board to start organizing the training schedule at 12 on Friday but it shouldn't take too long. I should be able to help you with most of the interviews. Maybe ask a resident to assist you until I'm done?" Cristina replied.

"Yeah sure. So um I was wondering…Have you had the chance to uh talk to-"

"Don't worry. I already did it after our surgery. He's all yours," Cristina mumbled still feeling guilty for what she had said to him. She had taken it little too far but if she hadn't he wouldn't have stopped.

"Thank you Cristina. Okay well let me show you what I was thinking for the cocktail." Amelia said getting up to walk out the door.

Standing behind the door not making any sound, was Owen. Not believing what he had just heard. She had done it for Amelia.