"Why would you give her that much morphine?!" I heard Cristina shout to a curvy woman with black hair and plump lips.

What happened?

"Cristina, I know this is emotional for you, but you need to calm down and-"

Cristina cut her off with a sharp tone-of-voice," She is a CHILD. That could shallow her breathing-"

"realize that I am a doctor and I am-"

"or put her in more pain that I'm sure she probably is!"

"DOING WHATS BEST FOR YOUR DAUGHTER." Dr. Torres shouted above Cristina's yapping with more confidence and assertion than before.

The clicking of the gun was just a buzz in my ears. As soon as I registered his face with my target, I was already hurling myself at him. There was a faint sting in my left shoulder but my tinged red vision hindered me to see what happened. I kicked him square in the gut with enough force to redirect his organs.

"Owen, look at her!" Cristina said.

"I know," My dad replied in a cracked voice.

"This is what our jobs have done. This is because of one aortic aneurysm. One that I couldn't repair, no one could. This is what I get? I didn't kill Rebecca!"

"Of course, you didn't," He reassured her.

"How can you just act so calm about this? Do you care at all, Owen?" She accused.

Owen made a flabbergasted stutter. "Do I care? Are you joking, Cristina? You've neglected Elaine all her life. You've shut her out. Have you ever had a real conversation with her not about surgery? Have you ever spent quality time with her? Ever gone to one meet-the-teacher night since she has been in school? Ever asked her about what she wants to do in the future? She doesn't want to be a surgeon! She doesn't want to be a doctor, or nurse, or anesthesiologist. Elaine wanted to be a professional dancer; open her own studio. But how would you know that? You never asked! You never cared, because you never wanted her, Cristina," There was specific venom in his voice that spat at her with accusations that were completely true.

Cristina broke into sobs and her head fell onto my bed. Her hands cupped my face and she cried, "Wake up!" over and over again.

He doubled over and stumbled backwards a little bit. I finished down the stairs and he grabbed my right leg with an immense grip and jerked it forward, sending me flying on my back. His knee crushed onto my chest and his fist slammed hard across my cheek. His gun wasn't on his person. I thrust my left leg up and it hit smack into his groin.

"You checked her heart, right?" Owen said.

"Of course. No heart attack. Nothing that stands out, nothing out of the ordinary," Dr. Torres replied, "I'm no expert but I would say that the cause of this is probably her head injury."

"Right," His voice cracked.

"Speaking of the expert, here he is. You know better than anyone you have the best," Torres introduced.

I heard a door slide open and scans being placed into a light reader.

"She still has brain activity, but there was a very large brain bleed where she was hit. She almost lost too much blood. She was lucky," Dr. Sheppard informed.

"That's what you call this?" Owen snapped.

"I'm sorry. Wrong choice of words," He said with guilt layered in his voice. "She's going to be okay, Owen. She's going to wake up."

His legs wiggled together and he fell on his knees. Luckily, I had moved out of the way before he could crush my sternum. His head was right in front of the counter and I realized this was my chance. I was then distracted. I remembered he used that gun before I came down here. I turned to find a bloody, lifeless body on my living room floor. My next move was involuntary. I gripped the back of his neck with my sweaty hand and slammed his temple against the counter. One last breath escaped his lips and he fell to the floor with glassy eyes.

"Cristina, it's going to be okay," Meredith assured.

"I know. Derek said she'd wake up. I trust him. He's a smart man and everything it's just Owen was right." Cristina said in defeat.

"Wow," Meredith said in shock.

"I've never had a real relationship with Elaine. I only had her because I knew Owen would leave if it were only us. He wanted a child. I figured as long as I gave him that, that's all that he needed. I'm a terrible mom, but worse of all, I'm not really one."

Was that Cristina talking about something she does wrong, I thought.

I rushed over to the stiff body in my living room and turned it over only to find my neighbor's corpse rotting with not one but two bullet holes in his chest. My chest started heaving and my breathing increased rapidly. I stood up and took in the damage of what I had just done. Tears began to roll in waves down my cheeks and Felix rounded the corner with panic in his eyes. I felt my throat constrict and my stomach do cartwheels in every direction. My head started flipping and spinning and what used to be right was left and up was down. Before I had a chance to speak or breathe, I was staring at the ceiling and there was what felt like a saw cutting through the back of my brain. After that, there was only black.

"Elaine?" A worried voice cried out and the owner's face appeared hovering above me. "Thank God!"

He rushed out of the opening in the room and yelled, "She's awake!"

He hustled back and squeezed my neck so tight, it could have snapped.

Author's Note:

Sorry, this is a dramatic chapter, lots going on. My family is going through a lot because my uncle went missing in a reservoir so I might not be posting for a while. Whatever your religion, please pray, we need a miracle. Thanks guys, hope you enjoy it.