AN: Thank you guys so much for the nice reviews! I'm so glad you're enjoying this story so far, and it's nice to see that I have people following along with me as I write it. Also, please please please forgive me: I am writing what I think fits best for this story, and Amelia's symptoms I've described earlier somewhat make sense to what she ends up being diagnosed with, but some also might not make sense. I'm not very smart with medical terms, other than what I've seen on GA, so please forgive me for butchering this. -darlingamelia

Amelia's P.O.V.

Beeping. All I hear is beeping. Beeping. Why? I remember waking up in the middle of the night, Maggie coming in, and then Maggie leaving. So why do I hear beeping? I frantically dart my eyes around this hospital room. I'm in a gown. I'm the patient this time. My eyes make their way to the corner of the room, and I see Meredith sitting on a chair filling out charts. I see Meredith. Good, this means I'm not in this hospital bed because of memory loss. She sees my eyes filled with anxiety and confusion. She stands up and walks toward me.

"Hey you, are you feeling okay?" she asks. I'm not sure if she's asking because she genuinely cares, or because she needs to write it down on my charts. I sigh, shakily, and nod. She gives me a quick smile with her lips and sits on the edge of the hospital bed.

"What-What happened?" I ask. "What's going on?"

"You don't remember?" she says, concern growing on her face. I shake my head no, and wait patiently for her to explain.

"You fell down the stairs," she pauses, waiting for some reaction out of me. "You were sick? You had a 107 fever? The nurses managed to bring it down to 103, but it's still not great." I sit silently, my mind thinking about a million different things.

"Amelia, I'm so sorry for your loss. We would've helped if we'd known, I-" My mind stops and I feel my face go numb.

"My what?" Meredith puts her hand on top of mine and tilts her head, like a confused puppy.

"Your-Your baby? You didn't know? Oh my God. Amelia. We did every test when you got here to see what could have been causing all of this. We ran an ultrasound to see if there was any bleeding in your belly. There was. But there was also a baby," she takes a breath and starts to continue, but I raise my hand up to stop her.

"A baby?" I ask. How could I not have known I was pregnant? Owen and I weren't even trying for a baby. Oh my God- I killed my baby. I fell down the stairs and I killed my baby. Again.

"You were only eight weeks, it's natural for you to not have known. I'm so sorry this is the way you had to find out, Amelia. I'm so sorry," she says.

Meredith's P.O.V.

I feel terrible. Not about myself, but for Amelia. She doesn't deserve this. No one does. I thought she at least knew she was pregnant. I haven't even told her the bad news about herself yet.

"Amelia," I say, reaching out to grab her hand but she pulls it away.

"Don't. It's fine, I'm fine. Thanks for telling me," she says. I figure now is not the time to tell her. She just wants to be left alone.

"Okay. Again, I'm so so-,"

"It's fine," she says, cutting me off. I walk out the door.

AN: As always, reviews are appreciated! You can always tell me what you'd like to see happen in the next chapters, or what you would like me to write a new story about. Thanks for taking the time to read, review, follow, and favorite! -darlingamelia