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**Oh, I forget to tell you I decide to change the name of the fanfic to OWEN'S ANATOMY from the next chapter. If you haven't followed the story, make sure you check out the fanfic under the new name.

Owen walks to the ambulance bay and sighs in despair. It has been an unusual low day at the pit and deep inside, he wishes for an accident would occur somewhere around Grey Sloan so that he could stain his fingers with some blood. Feeling guilty with his own thoughts, Owen shakes his head and mumbles: "What am I thinking? As a doctor I should wish that no one is brought to the hospital, harmed or injured."

He turns around and walks over the counter of the Emergency department, where April is sitting and chewing gum, eyes gluing to a magazine.

"Sit down and relax, Chief. Trauma will arrive at any minute." April Kepner reassures him.

"Ah..I only cover the pit twice a week and I haven't got to hold the scalpel for two weeks already." He shakes his head as he sits down a chair next to her.

"You wanna see blood. That's bad." April giggles.

"I have an idea." Owen's eyes shine up as a thought gets through his mind.

He sits down on a gurney in a trauma room with the door closed. April tightens up Owen's left arm and rubs gently the skin so that she could see the vein better.

"You'd better tell me what's the purpose of all this, Chief." She inserts the needle into his vein.

"Um, I just age another year so I guess it's the right time to do a blood checkup." He sheepishly smiles.

"Run it on John Doe, will you?" Owen watches April capping the test tube.

"Dr. Hunt, Dr. Kepner. Incoming trauma from a car accident. Head-on collision. Severe spinal injury for the first patient and multiple bone fractures for the second patient. There's also a baby involved but they haven't reported the vitals yet." An intern dashes in the trauma room and gasps. Owen jumps off the gurney and puts on the gloves. He slams the door and rushes outside. Meanwhile, April hands over the test tube to the intern, groaning "Run the blood test!" before following Owen. The intern stands still for a moment before she finally speaks up: "Whose blood is this?"

"Owen Hunt." Kepner shouts at the intern and rushes to the incoming gurneys. She completely forgets Owen has asked her to run the test anonymously.

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"Owen! What do we have?" Meredith enters Trauma 2 where Owen is performing a CPR on a male patient.

"Abdominal tenderness with hepatic blunt trauma. I need you to scrub in with me." Owen quickly informs Meredith about the patient's status before shifting his focus back on resuscitating the patient.

Meredith scrubs in OR2 not long after the patient is prepped up. Owen has already opened up the patient's abdomen and started examining the liver injury.

"It's been a while since I'm in the OR with you." Owen can hear Meredith chuckling behind her mask.

"I know. I miss being in the OR, too. Can't believe I've done this chiefy job longer than Webber." He genuinely smiles in respond.

"Cristina's told me about Bailey asking you to date Teddy. I'm glad you support them. My son is a good man, Owen. And we can be in laws, are you excited about that?" Meredith speaks as she's trying to figure out the hemorrhage position.

"Well, yeah. At least for now Teddy has someone else to bother other than me, which gives me more time with Cristina." His eyes sparkle as he talks about his wife.

"Speaking of Cristina, she's been concerned about your health. I am, too. I advise you do a total checkup. We have women wellness exam every year and I think men should do the same exam, too. We're not young anymore, Owen. Our health declines over time. I always kick Derek's ass to have him go checked up." Meredith giggles.

"Okay." Owen just nods and continues on his work.

Later that afternoon, Meredith revisits the pit to find Owen. She was about to go with him to meet the patient that they saved in the morning. She spots no sign of any trauma surgeon, so she walks over the counter and asks a nurse: "Hi, do you see Dr. Hunt?"

"He's in Trauma 1 with Dr. Kepner. There's a patient being electrocuted at home and they're working on them. Chances are rare." The nurse shakes her head, thinking about how terrible the patient was when he was brought to the pit.

"I'll wait then." Meredith gently taps her fingers on the counter and hums a song.

"Have you seen Dr. Hunt?" An intern walks by the counter and asks Meredith.

"I'll be with him shortly. What do you need to tell him?" She smiles at the intern.

"Blood work for Dr. Hunt." The intern hands over Meredith a chart.

"And whose patient is this?" Her eyebrows curve up.

"It's Dr. Hunt's blood work."

Curious, Meredith carries the chart to a chair then sits down and examines. The folder is not quite thin; in fact, there were a few labs run prior to the blood work. Meredith flips over the patient's history to look at the results at the bottom of the pages, in which she notes a hematuria symptom that Owen noted in his chart and some fevers in the afternoons as he took the temperature of himself. Meredith quickly flips to the second last page of the pile, of which some numbers from a urine test and creatinine test bothers her. Last but not least, she takes a look at the latest blood work of Owen, in which the CBC and a few other numbers are circled. A small yellow sticky note is on top of it: BIOPSY RECOMMENDED.

Gasping, Meredith immediately closes the chart and pretending that she's playing on the phone when Owen walks toward her.

"Grey?"

"An intern gives this to you." She forces a smile.

Owen accepts the chart from Meredith, his eyes narrow with suspicion. "You paged me?"

"Uh huh, I want to go check up on the patient with you." She still pretends to be naïve.

Owen finally leaves the hospital at seven. He drives slower than normal, letting the cars passing him by with pissed honking. His mind is obsessed with the yellow sticky note BIOPSY RECOMMENDED that he saw earlier the day. So, the doctor that he secretly asked to run all his tests recommends him to do a biopsy. He feels useless, thinking about how his whole career is about fighting for people's lives and now he is vulnerable about his own life.

It's the beginning of autumn and the sun goes down earlier. Owen enters his empty house, recalling the laughters and quarrels of Cristina and his children. He changes into a plain t-shirt and flannel pants. Owen makes a cup of hot tea and sits in the back garden. His eyes look out to the hills behind the fences that bright up, reflecting the golden color of the sunset. He realizes his life now is like the sunset of the day.

"Hello?" Owen picks up his cell phone.

"Owen. How are you?" It's Teddy Altman's voice on the line.

"Great. What's going on, Teddy?" He feels glad to hear his old friend's voice.

"I'm raising fund to do another project on front line surgery. I need two references, and your name would be very helpful to me since you're the chief of surgery when I worked at Grey Sloan. Can I use your name?"

"Of course. I'm glad I can help. The project sounds intriguing." He genuinely smiles to the phone.

"Uh huh. How's your family doing? How are Cristina and the kids? Especially Teddy?" He can hear Altman's laughter on the line.

"Faith is a second year med student at Stanford now and Theo is in premed. Teddy decides to go with Finance and she's been dating Bailey Shepherd, son of Derek and Meredith."

"Wow, they're all grown up now. That gives you some extra time with Cristina, which is great." Teddy Altman reassures her old friend.

"Right." Owen fakes a weak smile.

"What's wrong?" She detects the sorrow in Owen's voice.

"Nothing. I'm glad to catch up with you. We haven't talked for years." Owen tries to change the subject.

"I can tell something is wrong, Owen. You can share with me; don't forget I'm your great friend." Teddy Altman insists.

There's a comfortable silence on the line, eventually Owen speaks up:

"I have fever in the afternoons recently and I have blood in urine, Teddy. I'm heading for a biopsy tomorrow because these symptoms make me worry that…"

"Stop it, Owen." She interrupts his talking. "It may just mean kidney stones, or kidney infection, or even enlarged prostate gland. Don't you think too much and bring yourself down with negative thoughts. Just wait until the official result comes back."

Teddy can hear her friend sighing on the line.

"I'm glad I can tell you, Teddy. There is no one here in Grey Sloan that is not Cristina's friend and I don't want her to worry about me."

"Owen, you will be fine. I have a strong belief that you will be fine. Whatever reason, don't let the negative thoughts bring you down. When in the army, we were trained to fight, not to give up. This is very unlike you." Teddy reassures him.

"Thanks, Teddy. It feels much better to share with you. You take care."

Owen hangs up his phone as he hears the door being unlocked. It is Cristina coming home. He walks inside the house and greets her with a kiss. "Hey, honey, how's your day?"

"Wonderful. How are you?"

"Wonderful." Owen cheerfully replies.

Both Cristina and Owen know that is not the truth, yet they prefer not to rant about their hectic workload anyway. He looks at her fine features and a bittersweet feeling flutters in his chest. Twenty years devoting themselves to medicine and now he can spot wrinkles on her eyes. She's aged as much as he does. She's been through heaven and hell as much as he does.

"What?" Cristina asks Owen.

"Maybe, maybe when you're done with your project, we should have a vacation, Cristina. There are many things that I want to do in my life that I haven't got a chance…" Owen looks at his wife yearningly, his hand gently smoothens her hair.

"Why do you sound like an old, sick man today?" She snaps at him.

"Because there are still many things I want to do with you." Owen follows Cristina to their bedroom as she undresses her clothing.

"Make a list then?" She chuckles.

"Sure. I will make a list and we will try to check them off for the remaining of our lives." Owen sits on the edge of his bed and stares at her.

"Sounds great. We can start off the list by having you cook dinner for me." Cristina laughs out loud.

"That is the first item on the list and it's been checked many times." He smiles then strides to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

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"Dr. Hunt, a core needle will be inserted into your abdomen to collect a renal tissue. We will take CT scans along the procedure to have a proper collection of the tissue. Also, you will go under local anesthesia and we will give you some sedative medicine through your IV. You will be discharged after three hours and you can't drive a vehicle today. Do you understand what we're about to do?"

"I understand, Dr. Winston. I know the drill. Please go ahead and proceed." Owen smiles at the oncology doctor then closes his eyes and relaxes as he's been injected with the sedative drug. He tries to shift his mind from the uncomfortable sting caused by the biopsy needle to the list of things that he wants to do with Cristina for the remaining of their lives.

After a tissue is taken out from Owen's body, the doctor wraps him with a bandage and he is asked to apply pressure on the wound for fifteen minutes or so until he stops bleeding. Owen looks at the needle being removed from his body and imagines a hole as large as a straw on his abdomen. "Another scar to my collection." He chuckles, thinking about how his body is covered with bullet fragment scars. He recalls being the sole survivor while 19 men in his unit died in an attack. He also recalls being saved by Meredith after taking a gunshot from the crazy man in the hospital. He has been survived in all of his battles. He should as well survive in this fight against renal carcinoma if he ever has one.

Owen takes a nap on his bed in the oncology department for three hours then catches a cab home. Still feeling dizzy, he goes straight to his bedroom and lies down, not even bothering to undress. As the anesthesia starts to wear off, he tries to sleep again to forget the pain.

"Owen?" Cristina gently caresses Owen's face.

"Huh?" Owen blinks a few times, trying to stay awake

"Are you okay? Have you eaten dinner? Why don't you take a shower and undress?" Cristina lies next to him and gazes at him with concern.

"Oh right." Owen tries to sit up and gets out of bed. He walks into the bathroom and changes into his pajamas. Suddenly, Cristina opens the door and enters.

"Hey, can you go away?" Owen abruptly turns around, hiding the side of the abdomen that is dressed with bandage.

"Why? I need to brush my teeth." Cristina's eyebrows crunch up.

"Just, just give me a moment in here." He stutters.

"Okay then." Still confused, Cristina walks out of the bathroom and closes the door.

As Owen slowly returns to their bed, Cristina walks away to brush her teeth. She detects every detail of the bathroom, trying to find something different. She spots the gauze in red blood that Owen wrapped in toilet paper and threw in the trash.

Cristina returns to their bed and stares at Owen snoring weakly under the blanket. She tucks herself inside the blanket as well, arm wrapping around his body. She gently touches his skin inch by inch, trying to find the wound that is wrapped in the new gauze. There it is, on the right side of his abdomen.

"What are you doing?" Owen wakes up; his face grimaced as the pressure on the wound is causing him pain.

"Hugging you." Cristina beams at him.

"I need that, especially tonight." Owen moves her arm higher to his chest. "Keep it here. My heart needs to feel your embrace." He gently smiles.

Cristina can tell something is wrong with her husband yet he is not ready to talk about it. She leans closer to kiss on his cheek. "I love you, Owen. Have you come up with the list?"

"I did." Owen smiles wildly showing his teeth; his eyes sparkle like diamonds.

"Tell me then."

"I want to marry you." He sheepishly smiles.

"Checked."

"I want to have kids with you." Owen continues.

"You already have three. I'm not gonna give you another one. I'm about to enter menopause." Cristina rolls her eyes.

"So that is checked." Owen grins. His hand gently caresses her hand that is on his chest.

"What else?" She purrs her lips.

"To be in an OR and perform a badass surgery with you." He stares at the ceiling.

"We did that many times, and we will continue to do that. Checked." Cristina answers him.

"Uhm, I always want to see the Wonders of the World. Start off in the Far East, like China. Maybe we should visit the Great Wall one day." He twists his lips aside, thinking about this wild idea.

"I reluctantly say yes. But I will try to go with you." She exhales deeply.

"I want to have sex with you in one of the finest resorts in the Maldives." He chuckles.

"That's more intriguing."

"I want to hold your hand when we watch Faith receives her MD diploma."

"That absolutely will happen so you don't have to put it in the list." She grimaces.

"I want to dine with you at Le Jules Verne on the Eiffel Tower and spend a night on a cruise along the Seine." Owen's mind wanders to the most romantic city in the world.

"Sounds great. I lived in Zurich for five years but never got a chance to visit Paris. I miss Europe sometimes." She nods.

"What about you? Is there anything you want to do with me?" He turns around and strokes her hair.

"Anything I do with you makes me happy, Owen. I don't have a list. Now, goodnight." She kisses his forehead and turns off the light.

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