"What's wrong with Bambi?" Christina asked Izzie as they walked into the hospital.

Izzie looked at George, who was playing with his hands and lost in his thoughts. Shrugging, she looked back at Alex for answered.

"He's a big boy. He doesn't need you digging into all his business." Alex said in response to Izzie's look.

"But we're so good at it." Christina smirked.

"Do you know or not?" Izzie snapped at Alex.

"Nope." He answered.

"George?" Izzie said walking ahead to be beside George.

George jumped and whipped his head over to her. "What?"

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She said bluntly.

"Nothing. Why does something always have to be wrong?" He snapped a little out of character as they stopped in front of the elevator.

"Oh, Bambi grew some stones." Christina laughed receiving a glare from George.

"Did something happen between you and Stephanie or something?" Izzie continued to poke her head into George's business.

"Nothing happened cause there's nothing wrong, so just leave it."

They got onto the elevator in silence. "Hold it!" A voice came. Izzie stuck her foot out and stopped the doors from closing as Richard appeared with Owen asleep on his shoulder. "Thanks." He turned to the doors as everyone else moved back staring curiously at the sleeping boy. George stepped forward to Richard's side.

"How is she doing?"

"I haven't been up there yet." Richard sighed. "From what I was told surgery is today at eleven."

George looked at his watch and nodded. "If it's alright, sir, I want to be there…"

"Yeah. It's fine."

"Thank you." He looked at Owen and smiled lightly at Richard as the doors open. "Will you have me paged if there's any change?"

"Yeah. Thanks O'Malley."

George nodded as Richard got off the elevator. The doors closed and his friends looked at him expectantly.

"It was about a patient." He said after a short pause.

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Her eyes opened slowly as the door opened.

"Mer?" Richard whispered.

She yawned. "Dad?"

"Did you get any sleep last night?" He asked.

"A little." She looked up at her daughter. "What time is it?"

"Five-thirty. How are you holding up?"

"I still can't believe my baby has a tumor." Her voice was disbelieving even as she said it. Stroking Madi's small hand, she leaned forward and kissed her cheek. "Where's Owen?" She asked as she sat back.

"Sleeping at daycare. He's really amazing, Mer."

She smiled. "They are both so amazing." A few tears rolled off her cheeks as she looked at Richard. "They ask about their father a lot. They always want to know more." She sniffled smiling sadly. "They always want to know more about who he is. How can I be so… cruel? They deserve a father, but I was scare." She sniffled. "I was so scared that I would get hurt or they would get hurt. And yet I knew he would never hurt them. I don't even know why I left. Mom died and Ava was there hanging off of Alex. I didn't know what to do. What the hell is wrong with me, Dad? I… I… I…" She sobbed.

Richard wrapped his arms around her. "There is nothing wrong with you. You were protected them. And when this is all over, you can talk to him. And you can work this thing out."

She looked up at him. "You think that he would ever…" She sniffled. "Ever love them?"

"Mer, you'll be surprised what you find if you talk to him."

She sat back and looked at him. "I still love him, Dad."