One last update before I go to Vermont for the weekend. Enjoy.
PS-Kristyn, sorry, but I wanted to get this up before I left.
The first thing he noticed when he entered the room was that it was cold. Goosebumps rose on his arms and he had to force himself not to shiver. He took his usual seat on the couch in front of the fish tank with one arm resting on the back of the couch and the other on the arm. His feet rested on the table in front of him. Owen Hunt looked very comfortable, but he was not.
Owen was hurting inside, the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his life. What was worse was that it was the job of the woman sitting adjacent to him to make him feel this pain and examine its cause.
"What do you want to talk about today?" Dr. Katharine Wyatt asked, her head cocked to the side. Owen remained silent. "The war?" Owen shook his head. "Dr. Yang?" Owen's eyes lifted from the floor and his face flushed slightly but he didn't respond other than that. Dr. Wyatt smiled in understanding. "I heard she'd pregnant," Dr. Wyatt said, trying to prompt Owen into speech.
"She wants to keep it," Owen said quietly, still staring at the spot on the floor.
"And that bothers you," the therapist stated. Owen shook his head and cleared his throat.
"No, I…I sort of want to keep it too. Yesterday I told her I wanted to have the baby with her," Owen admitted.
"And how did she react?" Owen remained silent. The only sound in the room was the gentle hum of the lights and the air conditioning.
"She left with Meredith. I think I surprised her. She thought I didn't want the baby," Owen eventually replied.
"Why did she think that?" Owen felt a slight annoyance at all the questions about his personal life, but he knew that she was only doing her job.
"Because," he began, "she told me the night after we had that really bad session. I was in the bar, working on beer number six when she came up and said 'I'm pregnant'."
"What did you do?" Owen looked ashamed when he responded.
"When she said that we needed to talk, I thought that she was going to tell me to stay away from her or something, so I was a little…annoyed, and she caught me off guard. I didn't respond well."
"So what are you going to do?" Dr. Wyatt asked. Owen growled internally. 'If I knew that,' he thought angrily, 'I wouldn't be here talking to you about it.'
"I don't know. The pieces flew pretty far when I kicked them, I'm not sure if I can put them back together now."
"There is a solution to every problem, even the big ones," the therapist said, her first non-question all session.
"But trying finding the solution is a problem in itself. If I could just talk to her…" Owen trailed off.
"Why can't you?" Dr. Wyatt sounded curious.
"When I try, I can't think clearly and my words come out wrong. And I'm not even sure she'd talk to me now if I tried."
"Let's just say you have the opportunity to sit and talk to her, one-on-one. What would you say to her?"
"I would apologize for being such an ass. And I'd tell her how I feel, for real."
"And how do you feel about her?" the therapist asked, leaning forward slightly. They were beginning to make actual progress. Owen also leaned forward, his feet planted firmly on the floor, elbows resting on his knees and his hands were tightly clasped.
"I think I love her," Owen whispered, realizing as he said it how true the words were. Owen suddenly stood up, startling Dr. Wyatt. "I have to find Cristina," he said urgently.
"Wait, we still have 40 minutes left!" Dr. Wyatt called, but Owen was already gone. "Doctors make horrible patients," she muttered to herself.
"Derek!" Owen yelled, spotting the dark-haired surgeon ahead of him in the hallway. "Do you know where Cristina is?"
"I just saw her in the cafeteria. Hey, I had to sleep on the couch last night because of you," Derek accused.
"Sorry," Owen said as he pushed past Derek, running to the cafeteria. Cristina was sitting at a table with Meredith and a few other residents. Owen grabbed her hand and pulled her from the table, despite her protests.
"What?" Cristina whispered, obviously annoyed. At a loss for words, Owen froze up for a moment. As Cristina turned to return to her table in the cafeteria, he gripped her arms tightly. "Ow, wha--?"
Before Cristina could finish her sentence Owen had kissed her full on the mouth.
"Look, I know I've screwed up. A lot. But, damn it Cristina, I love you."
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