A/n: Thanks again for all of your continued support! It means so much to me. Seriously. As you know, any medical jargon might be wrong but just roll with it my babies.

PS Yes it is possible for some people to function so early in the morning. I don't know this people but I'm sure they exist.

Chapter 11 – Home

September 13th

"Oh my god! I can see! I CAN SEE!" Owen cried out happily. He laughed when he caught sight of Steve's shocked expression.

"I can't believe they actually work!" Steve was so surprised yet absolutely thrilled.

"You got old." Owen said suddenly.

Steve punched him in the arm.

"You can't punch a blind person!" Owen replied, narrowing his eyes.

"You can see now!" Steve retorted.

"Details." Was Owen's reply, waving his hand in dismissal.

Steve rolled his eyes at his friend but he was happy for Owen.

Owen looked at himself in the mirror. "I may look ridiculous in this swimming goggles but i can see!"

"You can see yourself being ridiculous now." Steve commented.

Owen smirked. "Very funny."

"How are your legs?" Steve noticed Owen was still unsteady on his feet.

"Fuck my legs! I can see!" Owen replied back happily.

"I can't believe how happy you are!" Steve commented. He wasn't sure if he had ever seen him that happy before.

"I haven't had much to be happy about so yeah.." Owen said, his voice trailing off. "I need to see Cristina...I know I'm not okay but I need to see her." He insisted.

"I know. We'll go tomorrow." Steve suggested.

"Do you have a phone? I want to call her." Owen said hopefully.

"Owen. You can't. All our calls are monitored. Never mind having privacy."

"Damn it. Okay." He surrendered. "Thanks Steve. For everything."

"You're welcome."

Owen laid in bed that night wide awake. He knew sleeping was completely out of the question. Every time he closed his eyes images of the time spent locked away would flash in his mind.

September 14th 2:12am

The sound permeated the building. Owen shot up in bed and looked around out of shear habit.

'What was that?" Owen shouted over the all the noise. People were running and yelling at each other. Alarms were blaring.

"Something exploded!" Steve shouted back. "We need to get out of here! Are you okay to walk?

"I..I think so." Owen said. The smell of smoke filled his nose. Suddenly he realized he had to be.

Having no time to grab anything and with unsteady feet, he followed Steve as they headed down one of the hallways.

"Oh god!" Steve said in a panic.

"What is it?" Owen asked him, already winded from the short distance.

"It's Eric! He's hurt!"

"Bring me over to him." Owen said.

Steve directed Owen to where Eric was laying. He was bleeding badly and he was coughing profusely due to all the smoke.

"Describe what he looks like." Owen commanded. He coughed as a wave of smoke made its way into his lungs.

"He's...got a large gash on his stomach. His leg looks busted up too."

"I think it's broken..." Eric said in between coughing fits.

"I need fabric!" Owen shouted. Steve removed his jacket and handed it to Owen. Owen ripped part of it off and wrapped the rest of it around him. He then took the fabric he removed and wrapped that around it and tightened it as best he could.

Owen felt with his hands down to where Eric's leg was. It was definitely broken.

"I need wood...or a magazine...or a book. Something sturdy."

Steve found him a magazine and handed it to him.

Owen took the magazine and wrapped it around where it was broken. He then removed his own shirt and wrapped it around the magazine until it was secure.

"Okay. We've got to get him out of here! He needs surgery right away!" Steve scrabbled for his phone and called the hospital to let them know they were on their way.

Owen knew there were others. Steve helped identify where people were and what appeared to be wrong with them. Within an hour or so Owen had successfully triaged the injured. He just about forgot he couldn't see.

"Steve...are you bleeding?" Owen asked suddenly.

"Just a little. It's fine." Owen reached out and touched Steve's chest. "Just a little?" Owen replied as he felt more and more blood come rushing out.

Owen packed the wound and cared for it as best he could considering he couldn't see.

With the help of the other people in the compound that weren't hurt they managed to get everyone out so they could wait for the ambulances to arrive. The familiar wail of the ambulances sirens filled the air. As the paramedics came out of the ambulances Owen shouted to them the condition of each of his patients. He hopped in the back of the one Steve was in. As they blazed through the city, Steve started to crash. It became apparent to Owen that he needed to open him up if he had any hope in living.

"Spot me." Owen said to the paramedic that sat across from him.

"You're just going to open him up?" He asked him. Who was this guy?

"Yes." Owen said flatly. "Scalpel."

The paramedic handed him one. Owen took it in his hand. He missed the feeling of it in his hand. It felt good. Owen took a breath and slid the knife into Steve's chest.

He opened him up and felt the tiny tear in his heart. Owen sighed. He knew he couldn't stitch it and he certainly didn't trust the paramedic to do it. Owen resorted to a temporary patch.

"How much longer?" Owen called up to the driver.

"1 minute." She replied.

Owen sighed with relief.

"Come on! I heard someone talking! I know about the trauma!" Cristina said to Meredith.

"No. You need to rest. You look exhausted! Besides it's 3am."

"Screw that. Take me to the ER."

"You can't even see!"

Cristina dismissed Meredith's comment and started to get up. Meredith groaned loudly and helped her into her wheelchair.

"I'm sure I could easily walk to the ER...with you."

"Cristina. You get winded going to the bathroom." Meredith countered.

"Shut up. Now drive!" Cristina commanded. Meredith rolled her eyes and pushed her out of the room and down the hall.

3:05am

Meredith pushed Cristina through the doors.

"What is she doing out of bed?" Bailey shouted to Meredith.

"I want to be here. I need to get my kicks where I can." Cristina replied.

Dr Bailey rolled her eyes. "Fine. Stay out of the way."

Cristina grinned.

The ambulance finally stopped in front of the ER doors. The driver got out and swung the doors open.

"What do we have?" Dr Bailey asked.

"40 year old male. Internal bleeding. An aortic tear. A temporary patch was applied."

"You applied a temporary patch to a heart?" Bailey replied, shocked.

"I didn't. He did." They said gesturing at Owen as he made his way out of the back of the ambulance.

"Oh my god..." Bailey said.

"What? What?" Cristina pipped up.

"OH MY GOD!" Bailey said.

Owen carefully got out of the back of the ambulance.

"Bailey?" Owen replied loudly over the sirens.

Bailey looked at the man who got out of the back of the ambulance. A ghost of the man he once was. Shaved head, haggered appearance and the massive weight loss were just some of the things that she noticed. She also noticed that he too was blind. Her frown deepened when she noticed the identical long thick scar on the left side of his face.

"You did this?" She asked him.

"Yes. I had no choice." He replied sternly.

Cristina looked towards the voice.

That voice...

"OWEN?" She shouted over the siren.

"CRISTINA?" He shouted back.

"He's alive!" Brookes said angrily. He pounded his fist into his desk.

The guards stared at him.

"This is unacceptable. I want you all to find them and kill them. Do it and do it now!" He shouted, his face red with anger. "And when I find out WHO helped I am going to personally deal with you."

He was livid.

But he was going to have so much fun ending their lives.

"Now...The bombing. I want the headlines to say it was a home-made bomb made by rebel extremist's. We've got to deter the public from siding with this fools. Any luck on locating the other headquarters?" Brookes asked.

"No sir."

"WHY NOT?" He yelled back.

"Because...they keep changing their location."

"And we aren't keeping track of them?" He snapped back.

"We are..."

"We'll you're obviously not doing a good enough job. Who's on their surveillance detail?"

"Miller and Allen." The soldier replied.

"Kill them. Get a new detail."

"Okay..." He replied hesitantly.

"Good."

a/n: Why yes I have set a leg with a magazine and some fabric. A towel I think. Let's also point out that this was in my first aid class.

PS I like paramedics. They save lives. So...I hope I didn't make it seem like I didn't like them because I do.