Chapter 14: My Life in Ruins
"He's kicking some more Owen. I barely got any sleep last night." Cristina whined as Owen crawled into bed after being on call all night.
"Hey little fella, calm down, I'm here." Owen said as he rubbed Cristina's belly. She was now 32 weeks along and officially on bed rest. The placenta previa hadn't gotten much better so Dr. Gilbert sent her home until the baby was on his way.
"He is always calmer when you talk to him. Keep talking and rubbing my stomach so I can get some sleep."
Owen told his son the story of how he met Cristina. She smiled and drifted off to sleep. A couple hours later, Cristina was woken up by the shifting of her bed. "Owen, what're you doing?" she groaned.
"I got paged into work, they need more hands. There has been a big collision… a real mess." He said shaking his head and trying to dress quickly.
"Don't rub it in my face. What am I supposed to do?"
"Well read or watch some TV. Wyatt should be back from Mel's soon. When I get home, I'll take the nursery stuff out of my truck and Wyatt and I will finally finish it." Owen kissed her quickly. "Good bye you two." He ran down the steps and out the door.
Cristina did like he said, she got out of bed and walked to the living room and watched TV. She stumbled across Untold Stories of the ER and was so intrigued for hours that she didn't hear Wyatt come in. He sat on the couch beside her and they watched the show.
"You know Cristina, stepping away from hospital type things wouldn't kill you." He stated.
"I think it might." She replied and walked to the kitchen. She made herself and Wyatt lunch.
"You should be lying down Cristina." Wyatt scolded her as he walked into the kitchen.
"Well I can't do surgery and walk around the hospital but I can make lunch."
"We just want to keep that boy cooking a little longer."
"I know." She said a bit sadly. "Well here's your sandwich. It's nothing special but it's something. Maybe Mel will bring us some real food."
The two of them sat together watching reruns of Friends when the first shock of the earthquake hit. Cristina held on to Wyatt's arm as the entire firehouse shook; items on shelves and in the cabinets began falling. They sat there waiting; neither of them knew what to do next.
"We need to go into a doorway in case of an aftershock." Wyatt said. He helped her off the couch and they waited in the doorway of the bathroom. A few minutes later the aftershock hit. Cristina wanted to cry. She really wanted Owen to be there and just tell her everything will be okay. When it finally finished they walked out. All of Cristina and Owen's belongings were all over the firehouse.
Cristina walked slowly out to the living room and seen pictures of her and Owen broken.
Wyatt stood in the bedroom. He wasn't sure what he was listening to at first then he figured it out. The crackling sound above was the firehouse slowly coming apart as they stood in there.
"Cristina!" Wyatt shouted as he ran into the living room. She quickly turned around at his tone. "We need to get out of here now."
"Why? The aftershock is over."
"The firehouse is going to crumble into pieces in any minute, we need to go."
"What the hell are you talking about Wyatt?"
"Listen…" they both stood still quietly listening to the crackling. "Yeah, that is the firehouse splitting while we stand here."
"This cannot be happening." She groaned.
She waddled over to the bedroom to grab her laptop and phone then followed Wyatt down the steps. Just as Wyatt opened the front door, the firehouse began to crumble. Wyatt turned around quickly and helped Cristina down the rest of the steps. He could hear the upstairs falling apart. Just as he and Cristina were going through to the front door, the ceiling collapsed upon them.