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Chapter 10 – Worried About

September 10th

Owen laid on his back on his bed, apparently staring at the ceiling.

He felt...trapped.

"You're awake. It's early." Steve commented as he walked over to Owen's bed.

He turned his head towards the voice. "I know. I'm just used to being up all the time." Owen replied.

A thought occurred to him.

"Where am I and how long have I been here?" Owen asked him. "A day or two?" His brain was slowly getting back to normal. He certainly felt better and for the first time in months he wasn't hungry or dehydrated.

"A compound just outside Seattle." Steve paused. He knew what he was going to say would upset him. He took a breath. "You've been here over a week. You've been in and out of consciousness for days."

Owen's eyes widened. "WHAT? Really?" He couldn't believe it. How could he be so out of it?

Steve sighed.

"I...How...I've got to go!" Owen leaped out of the bed, his legs gave way and he immediately fell to the floor. Once again he felt helpless just as he had the first day he had been captured.

"DAMN IT! DAMN IT!" Owen screamed. Being frustrated didn't even begin to describe how he felt.

"And where would you go? You can't even see. You don't even know where you are."

"I don't know but I don't care!" Owen retorted. He just needed to leave.

"Calm down. Just calm down." Steve urged. "It's going to be alright."

Owen did his best to calm his pounding heart.

He took a breath. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"The woman that was next to me when I was locked up, Cristina...is she okay?" Owen held his breath.

"Yes. She is. Apparently she escaped." Steve replied casually.

"Escaped? What? Really?" Owen said excitedly.

Steve furrowed his brow, confused.

"Yes...she did. Why are you so concerned?"

"She's my wife." Owen answered.

"Oh my god! Had I known.." Steve said as he helped Owen off the floor and back to his bed. He felt guilty like he should have known.

"it's alright." Owen reassured. "You didn't know. I haven't seen you in years. I'm just glad she's free of that place though..."

"If I find out where she is, I'll let you know..." He promised. He hoped he could find something for his friend. Anything.

"Actually I think I do know where she is." Owen piped up.

Steve was surprised. "Oh you do?"

"We sort of operated out of the hospital." Owen replied. "I assume they took her there."

"Well when you are feeling better I'll take you there."

"I feel better now."

"You can barely stand. Now sit still. Your beard is outta control."

"Seriously. I want to see her!"

"Owen if you don't sit still I'll end up cutting your face. And you can't see."

"Shut up." Owen replied. He then surrendered and let Steve shave his face.

"It appears as though some of the prisoners are going blind from your little drug." Brookes said from his desk.

Jonathon leaned against the door frame and shrugged. "What would you like me to do about it? I suppose I'll either adjust the dosage or change the chemical somewhat." His heart raced in his chest as he tried to maintain his aloofness.

"Yes. You shall. I don't want everyone you deal with to lose their sight or you will lose yours." Brookes replied. Could no one do anything right? First they have to shoot one of the men he wanted to recruit and then one of the prisoners escapes. All in all a very stressful week. This blindness problem needed to go away and fast.

"Yes sir." He said flatly.

And with that Jonathon headed back to his lab to fix the problem.

If he didn't, it wouldn't end well for him.

September 13th

Cristina and Owen started to or at least tried to get used to the idea of living without their sight. Still shoving the idea of not being able to operate out of their heads, they both continued to keep their medical knowledge up to date.

"Maybe you should start to learn how to read Braille..." Meredith suggested cautiously to Cristina.

"Mer...I am NOT going to learn because WE are going to figure out how to FIX ME!" Cristina roared back. There was no way this was going to become part of her life. NO FUCKING WAY.

"Okay Okay!" Meredith said surrendering to her angry friend. "Why don't we get you up and walking?"

"Fine." Cristina snapped back.

Meredith grabbed the walker and the physio guy and they helped her walk down the hallway.

"You're getting better." The physio therapist said smiling at Cristina.

"Great. Now If I could just walk without help that would be much better."

Alex stared at Cristina's tiny thin form walking down the hallway with the walker.

His frown deepened as he watched his once fiery friend collapse in tears because she was too tired to walk anymore.

This was fucking bullshit. Alex ran over to her as Meredith pleaded with her to get up. He squatted down and looked at her.

Images of the night that they had found her flowed through Alex's brain.

"Yang. You've gotta get up. If we're going to get rid of those bastards you've gotta get up."

Cristina looked towards the voice.

Meredith knelt down beside her. "Hey! Get off your ass and stand up! The only way you are ever going to see Owen again is if you get up off that floor and walk down this hall! Now move it!"

Cristina giggled through her tears.

"Alright help me up." They grabbed her arms and lifted her off the ground. "And I very much doubt Owen and I will ever see each other again."

Meredith frowned.

Cristina laughed.

"Oh. OH! That was dark humour."

"Sorry. Dark and Twisty Meredith would have gotten it."

"No normal person would have gotten it."

Cristina waved her hand. "Whatever. Now direct me back to my room."

"Please?"

"No. I've decided not to say please ever again."

Meredith rolled her eyes. She was grateful Cristina was blind at that point so she wouldn't see her doing that.

They took her back to her room.

Meredith took her usual post and laid herself down next to Cristina on the bed. Since returning, Cristina couldn't sleep alone. Nightmares plagued her and at least having someone next to her was a comfort.

"Don't you have patients to check on?" Dr Bailey asked Meredith as she walked by the room.

"Yes...I just don't want to leave her alone." Meredith replied from the bed.

"I don't need a baby sitter." Cristina replied.

"Yes you do! Now I'll stay here with her while you go check on your patients!" Bailey commanded.

Not one to argue with Bailey, Meredith promptly got up and left the room.

Bailey sat down in the chair next to the bed.

"How are you Yang?" She asked.

"Fine...You're giving me that look aren't you?" Cristina questioned.

"Yes. I am."

"I'm not fine. I am so far from fine. When I get well enough I'm leaving."

"Are you sure that's such a good idea? You did escape. Won't they be looking for you?"

"Yes they will and I will be here waiting for them. Cristina replied coldly.

"I'm sorry this happened to you." Bailey said sadly.

"Me too. And they will be too."

"I feel better today." Owen said confidently.

"Good. I'm glad..." Then, "Owen?" Steve said cautiously.

"What?" Owen asked, unnerved by his tone.

"Well...we've been developing it for a while...Now I don't want to get your hopes up but we keep meaning to test it..."

"What is it?" Owen asked impatiently.

"We've made this goggles...They might help with your sight problem..."

"How did you even come up with these and why for that matter?"

"Well the thing is I knew the effect the hallucinogenic drug was having on some of the prisoners. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not so we decided to do something about it. And ended up with those."

Owen sighed. "Well put them on me. The worst thing that could happen is nothing."

"You're not the least bit excited?"

"I'll be excited when there's a reason to be."

"Quit being so depressed! Come on now! Buck up!" And with that, Owen sat still while Steve slipped the goggles on his head.

"Well?"

"I still can't see."

"Are your eyes open?"

"...no."

"Come on. Don't be a sissy."

Owen shook his head and smiled.

He opened his eyes.

Cristina decided that even though she was still confined to her bed, she would still work. She began to plan once again to take down those people who had captured her and Owen. She knew it wouldn't be easy but at this point she didn't do easy.

She began to hold meetings in her room late at night.

"I need more information about this man that works in the prisons. His name is Jonathon. I want to know everything about him. Everything. Anything else?" Cristina asked the group.

She absentmindedly stroked the scar on her face.

"Nothing for now." Henry replied.

"Excellent." She replied. "Now about that latte?"

"I'm not going to fetch you one. It's WAY too late." Meredith replied.

"Well if you won't, come with me with get one. And it's never too late for steamed milk and espresso." Cristina started to get out of bed. Meredith rolled her eyes and sighed as she grabbed Cristina's arm and led her down the hallway.

"Do you want a wheelchair?"

"Fuck the wheelchair!" Cristina said stomping down the hallway. She was quite a sight in her green polka dot pyjamas and fuzzy grey slippers.

Meredith smirked at her stubborn friend. She was glad she still had some of her fire left in her.

"Cristina! Shouldn't you be in bed?" Bailey asked her.

"I wanted a latte and Dr. Grey wouldn't get one for me so I'm getting one myself!"

Bailey rolled her eyes. "Why don't you take a wheelchair then?"

She immediately dismissed the idea. "Pffft. I can walk." Cristina said waving her hand.

"I know that you feel like you want to be fully independent since you got back but you need to slow down. You'll overwhelm yourself."

Cristina stopped and leaned against one of the walls.

"I know...I just..."

"I know. Now sit." Bailey said as she wheeled a chair up to where Cristina was standing.

Cristina obeyed and sat.

She was later rewarded with an extra large vanilla latte. Full fat of course.

Cristina took at large sip. Bliss. For a moment life was bliss full. She stroked the scrub cap on her head. She missed the person that wore it.

Teddy sat in the darkened Attending's lounge with her head in her hands. She sighed loudly. Teddy was extremely happy they had rescued Cristina from the prisons. She honestly was. She just wished that they had rescued two people that night. It just brought back horrible memories.

Teddy thought back. She remembered getting the call. That Owen's unit had been hit by an RPG and they didn't know if any one was alive. She remembered the feeling she got in her chest, her heart pounding. She had felt like she might vomit. Breathing didn't come easy. Teddy knew at the time to keep her cool. She had to.

She remembered the utter relief when the helicopter came down and there he was, staring up at her with relief and sadness in his eyes.

Teddy remembered leaping out of the helicopter and hugging him. She remembered the pair of them crying all over each other. Not their finest moment as senior officers but they couldn't help it at the time. She was just glad to have her best friend there with her in her arms.

Through her sobs she looked up at him. "What the hell Owen? Your Humvee explodes and you're fine? Barely a scratch on you...bastard."

Owen laughed lightly. "Just lucky I guess." He finally replied.

She faded back into the present.

"You better be alive..." Teddy whispered.