Hey guys! I know it's been a minute since I posted, but I'm really trying to take my time and think of a great twist or detailed plot line instead of just trying to publish a bunch of chapters. Quality over quantity. I want this to be well thought out while still keeping the readers attention, to make something worth turning the pages (or scrolling) for. Anyways, thank you for being patient and for sticking with it! I appreciate and read all reviews and am very open to constructive criticism (Keyword, constructive) and ideas or suggestions for future chapters or on my writing. Enjoy! It's a shorter one but it took a while!

"Dr. Grey, we're here because you requested we file a police report on, Arnice Hollister? Do you have reason to believe this wasn't accidental?" The rounded man asks, flipping his notepad open.

"No, I've brought you here because it's been a slow day in the ER." She snaps at him sarcastically before becoming serious again. "Right this way." She leads him down the hall, gladly to Arnice's room.

Zola was lying in her room, battered and bruised but when she woke she didn't care because she would find out her baby was all right. Arizona sewed her cervix closed to stop bleeding and lower the risk of miscarriage.

Owen had done repairs on various parts on her traumatized body, and Amelia was going to finish the surgery by suctioning out her brain bleed after Owen had left. It was unprofessional yes, but she didn't want anyone clouding her ability to concentrate. But since she was family, Dr. Webber had granted Edwards privileges to operate instead.

Stephanie was now sitting with Zola, waiting for her to wake up while Amelia was in another surgery. Amelia couldn't just sit around waiting to hear something, but could operate knowing she was in good hands while she was helping others.

"Mmphh?" Zola groaned, drawing in a long, deep breath that turned into a sudden panic when she realized that there had been a tube down her throat.

"It's okay, you're okay." Stephanie quickly stands up, helping her remove the tube before smiling. "You've had an accident." Stephanie informs her calmly.

Zola holds her bandaged head as she continues to shake in Stephanie's arms, searching frantically around the room as if she was searching for something but it kept darting out of her sight. That was how fast her eyeballs were moving. She was scared. She hurt. And now she was light headed from hyperventilating. Stephanie grabbed a mask, breathing in and out to show her how.

"Is he alive? Is he here?" She finally feels the words escape cruelly from her swollen lips.

"He's in the ICU." Stephanie tries to reassure her, trying not to startle her more.

"Please tell me he's gone. Tell me they couldn't save him, that I'm safe, that baby is safe. Please…" Her voice breaks, quivering. "Please tell me he's gone. Tell me we're safe."

Zola feels hot, angry tears flood her eyes and her hand subconsciously goes to her stomach. Arizona and Jameson appear in the doorway, watching as Edwards crawls into the bed beside her, resting the young girls head in the crook of her shoulder.

"Please, make the carousel stop turning! I wanna get off, even if I have to jump." She cries, Edwards shushing her.

"Um, Zola." Arizona finally announces her presence. "I'm here to check up on your baby. They seemed fine in surgery on the monitor, but I'm just here to do a follow up." She gently states, coming closer.

"And they're here to take your police report when they're done with Arnice and you feel up to it." Jameson adds as head whip angrily in his direction.

"P..police report?!" She suddenly panicked again. "What? No, no, I can't… they can't! What are they doing here?" She yelled at him.

Her monitors sped up, her blood pressure and heart rate rising until it became alarming. Jameson's face dropped when he realized he had once again put Zola and her family through hell again, once again failing as an intern.

"Jameson, please leave." Arizona asks of him as she races to Zola's side.

"She's tachycardic." Stephanie informs them as they recline Zola's bed.

"Slow it down before her heart fails! I don't want to have to defibrillate a pregnant woman!" Arizona demands furiously, pressing on Zola's stomach and checking her for anything abnormal before examining her stitches.

Zola's mask clouds as she breathes rapidly into it. She had been through enough, the carousel was spinning faster and the only thing left was to pass out from it. So she let herself go, watching as she eyelids fluttered shut and everything became quiet around her. She didn't care that her heart was close to stopping, or that people were frantically moving to save her. She just wanted some darn peace and quiet for once. To think about nothing being engulfed in darkness and with her baby. After all, sleep was the only time she felt truly alone. Alone in a dream like state….

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Zola woke to be greeted once again by a dream-like state. The sun was warm and all encompassing on her skin, and the grass was plush beneath her feet. She didn't know where she was this time, or why her mind was riding on weird waves of strange dreams, but she knew she had felt safe.

This time, in this dream, she was still pregnant. The only difference was no scrubs, she was still her teenage self. Only she wasn't beaten and battered and bruised. And her stomach was swollen as if she was already close to giving birth. She set her hand on her stomach, pressing and hoping to feel the baby move but didn't feel anything. Her stomach suddenly flattened under her hand, disappearing. And then a couple appeared, smiling with a baby in their arms. Was it hers? Where did he or she go?

"Zola, my, how you've grown. You're beautiful." She hears the woman say, smiling as she brushed her hair from her face, startling her.

"No." Zola thought, unsure why her brain was playing cruel tricks on her, but it lit something up in her memories.

"Aunt Lexi." She gasps, her heart stunned, feeling as if it almost stopped. Then she looked to the man, holding the baby in his arms.

"Your dad was so right about you, and he'd love to see this." He replied, turning around to look behind him. "Derek? She's here." He excitedly shouted.

Suddenly her dad was beside her, tall, handsome, not a hair out of place. He hadn't aged a day, and for a second she actually believed the car accident hadn't happened.

"Daddy?" She voice wavers, her eyes going wide as she traced his every feature as she had remembered it.

"You shouldn't be here." He replies flatly before smiling, tugging her body into his, but she only slides through his grasp. After all, it was only a dream.

"You're every bit as beautiful as I knew you'd grow up to be.I never had a doubt that I'd always be proud. You kids and your mother are my pride and joy after all."

"Daddy. I messed up my life; I'm having a baby." She admits shamefully, tears streaming down her face as she goes to hug him again, sliding through his ghostly figure.

"It's a beautiful day to save lives." He smiles and she looks at him confused.

"Why are you saying that?" She sniffs, wiping her hand across her snotty nose.

"It's a beautiful day to save lives save yours, and your baby's."

"What do you mean?! Why do you keep saying that?" She demands again, a little more angrily.

Lexi and Mark step closer, Marks arm around Lexi as he smiles down at their baby, wrapped in its little blue blanket. A boy.

"We already have our completed family here; Samuel is our adopted baby boy, go back so your baby can be adopted and happy too."

"Is there something wrong with my baby?" Zola demands to know but didn't get an answer. Mark and Lexi just smile at each other.

Lexi encourages her to leave, watching an expression of confusion paint itself more detailed on Zola's face. She wasn't sure why this was happening. She wasn't sure why they wanted her to put her baby up for adoption. What did they mean when they said they already had their 'completed family', here?

"Samuel Avery?" She double takes, it all starting to sink in.

"We promised them we'd take care of him. He's ours now." Lexi looks down to him, smiling reassuringly.

"That's impossible. He passed away after you did." Zola tries to justify.

"We take care of each other here. But we want you to find someone to take care of yours on earth. We want you to fight for this baby, fight for their wellbeing and health, especially when you feel like something isn't right." Mark pleas, trying not to scare her.

"Advocate for yourself, for your baby. Don't be afraid to tell them what happened or how you feel. And most importantly, be brave, speak up, and if you feel in your gut that something isn't right, be your own advocate! Demand to be heard!" Lexi's voice is fearful and shrill.

She reaches out, touching Zola's flattened stomach and it reappears, feeling as her baby kicks her from inside. She sighs relieved, but is confused. Where did the baby go in the first place, and why was Lexi giving them back?

Zola panics as everything begins to drip away as if it was a melting painting. As everything began to blur back into reality and she didn't want to let go of this dream. She would awake feeling confused, but nonetheless listened to what they had to say. But before she crossed back over the line into reality, Derek outreached his hand, smiling brightly at her.

"Take care of your mother, your aunts, and your siblings. Just because I'm not here physically doesn't mean I can't see when you're sassing your mother, or when you're hurting." He smiles, giving her a glance once again.

"It's a beautiful day to save lives Zo. Not just the sick but the emotionally broken ones. Give your baby what's best for their life, save a life. But most importantly, I love you."

He fades and everything goes black again, too quickly for her liking. She had so many questions but when she would wake all she would feel is pain. Pain everywhere. And she would just want to go back.