It was Saturday, but Dr. Wyatt worked nonetheless, so Owen went to therapy.

Dr. Wyatt: Hello, I didn't expect you to come today. You alright?

Owen: I am not sure. I heard a lot of new things about Cristina yesterday and I just wanted to hit her mother really hard. Did you know that Cristina was dyslexic?

Dr. Wyatt: I had no idea. Is that important?

Owen: She graduated first in Stanford and had straight A's all through college. It must have been really hard.

Dr. Wyatt: Did you talk to Cristina about it?

Owen: Not yet. The evening with her mother was really exhausting for her, too. All Helen did was criticize her. My mother, she always supported me, I thought she would look at me like I'm not there, but she doesn't. She told me that no matter what, I would always be her son and she'd always love me. I don't think Cristina's mother ever said something like that.

Dr. Wyatt: Possible. You came here to talk about Cristina?

Owen: Kind of. I just can't tell any of my friends, because Cristina wouldn't want that.

Dr. Wyatt: Did you try talking to Cristina?

Owen: How do I go about doing that?

Suddenly they heard a knock on the door.

Dr. Wyatt: Come in.

Cristina: Hi! Sheppard told me you'd be here.

Owen: Yeah, come in. We were just talking about you.

Cristina: Really? What's there to talk about?

Dr. Wyatt: We just talked about your mother.

Cristina: Ooh, fun.

Dr. Wyatt: Why don't you join us?

Owen: Yes, come on, Cristina.

Cristina: Mmh. (to Dr. Wyatt:) But no shrinking me.

Owen: When you were at the restroom, your mother mentioned that after your dad died, you were in the foster care system.

Cristina: Just for a couple of weeks. They just didn't want to shorten their vacation and it's not like I had to be there for long.

Owen: So they knew? And decided not to come back?

Cristina: Yes, of course. She was after all my closest living relative.

Dr. Wyatt: Were you mad at them?

Cristina: Why should I? It was their vacation and they never wanted to have a child. Saul didn't want one, I don't know why. I was actually surprised when they took me in.

Owen: But she's your mother.

Cristina: I know. But it's not like I was an easy kid. I didn't even talk for a time.

Dr. Wyatt: Really? Why?

Cristina: I just didn't feel like it. It's not like that matters anyhow. I started talking again and my grades improved drastically.

Owen: Why did they improve?

Cristina: I studied more. My dad used to do a lot of cool stuff with me, I did study with him and got a counselor for my dyslexia not long before he died, but he always said that there are more important things than only studying. I promised dad when he died that I would be good and study hard, so I did. Besides, it's not like my mother or Saul spent time with me, so I had lots of freetime.

Although Cristina had said all of that in a cold, clinical, detached way, her eyes and face gave away all the pain she must have suffered as a child.

Pagers were going off and they saw it was the pit.

Cristina: Gotta go. (to Owen:) You coming?

Owen: Be right there.

Cristina: Ok, bye.

Owen: (to Dr. Wyatt: ) I guess we'll see each other on Monday.

Dr. Wyatt: Yes. How is your PTSD?

Owen: Pretty good, haven't been triggered by anything lately, but I don't want it to become as bad as it was before. So I'll continue therapy for now.

Dr. Wyatt: That's good. You know, going to therapy is not being weak, it's being strong for the ones you love and for yourself. Getting help when you need it is no admission of weakness, it's an admission of strength not many people possess.

Owen: I'll try to remember that. And thanks.

Dr. Wyatt: You're very welcome.