**Hello, my dear readers. I must say I was so happy today because I slept and seven hours later when I woke up, I had 12 reviews. 12 amazing reviews. I'm glad you enjoy my fanfic and I hope the rest of the story will continue to amaze you.
As I read the reviews, I realize some of my readers love Teddy more and more. Some start to lose interest in her, however, because she acted crazily regarding her father's sickness. Same thing happens to Cristina: some readers say she's a great mother who takes care of her children in a unique way, others comment she's too tough on her children. I'm glad there are conflicting opinions, because I love to create characters that are "real" rather than "angelic". I believe everyone has both good sides and bad sides, and it's my intention to show the true personalities of the character. Given Teddy's characteristic, her behavior regarding Owen's cancer is totally understandable.
To Beth: I'm very happy that my readers give me thoughtful reviews. They tell me the parts that they like and hate, rather than "continue, please or keep update!" , which tell me they enjoy my story as much as I do. So, I welcome your constructive reviews. Please don't hesitate to give me feedback. Just for your record and other readers' record, I already finished writing this fanfic a week ago. I don't write a new chapter after reading the reviews and adjust my story line to get your interest or empathy. Because readers' reviews mean a lot to me and probably affect my feeling in a certain way, I tried to finish it without reading them so that the story stays true and unbiased.
About today's chapter, it will be a tough and dry read to some of you. I decided to write it, however, because this fanfic primarily focuses on Owen's point of view. (That's why for a moment I want to name it Owen's Anatomy). My previous fanfic was primarily based on Cristina's point of view, if you paid close attention. The chapter focuses on Owen's first six days of radiation treatment. It is partially based on my experience with a person who had radiation treatment before, however it is a little bit dramatized for the sake of fanfiction.
Last but not least, please enjoy this chapter.
RADIOACTIVE
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
oh, oh, I'm radioactive, radioactive
DAY 1
"…and then white captures the black pawn at f5 by attacking on the diagonal." Theo voice echoes from the living room.
"Next?" Owen asks his son.
"Black moves their knight pawn 2 spaces to g5. It's now right next to the white pawn."
"Ding dong." It's the sound of the doorbell.
"Teddy, Teddy, can you open the door please?" Owen yells out loud, his eyebrows furrow because of the distraction.
Teddy runs downstairs. She looks over her shoulder and angrily complains. "Oh come on, why can't Theo open the door? He's in the living room with you."
"I said please! We are concentrating here." Owen shifts his sight back to the chessboard. He is sweating because of the tricky move that his son showed him.
Teddy opens the door and two service men from BestBuy carry heavy boxes inside. Owen stands up from the couch, hands rubbing in excitement. "Yes, my toy has arrived." He instructs the men to enter his bedroom and install the new toy.
Cristina arrives home soon after and grimaces as she realizes the strangers' appearance in her bedroom. She looks at Theo playing chess game with his father and complains: "What time is your flight? Why are you still here?"
"I want to check out Dad's new toy before I leave." Theo beams at his mother.
"What is it, Owen?"
"It's a Dolby Atmos surround sound system. I'm gonna stuck in my bedroom for twelve days so I need a system that meets all my requests." Owen's eyes winkle as he smiles.
"You really enjoy this radiation treatment, don't you?" She snorts at him.
"Uh huh. I make the most out of the situation. Come here and give me a kiss. We're not gonna see each other for the next twelve days." He pulls Cristina down and kisses her.
They have a decent lunch together then the doorbell rings again. Owen takes a deep breath. Teddy and Cristina puts the dishes into the dishwasher, then they all hug him.
"Just relax and enjoy, okay? We are out here for you." Cristina kisses his cheek.
"Let me know if you need anything, Dad." Teddy hugs him.
"I'll try to come home after you finish your radiation dose, Dad." Theo hugs Owen.
"Alright, guys, I will be fine. Now go upstairs."
Cristina, Teddy and Theo run upstairs then Owen opens the door. A physician wearing protective gears enters the house with a cooler.
"Dr. Hunt? My name is Kelly Gerund and I'm the physical assistant from Dr. Winston office."
"Nice to meet you. This way." Owen escorts the physical assistant into his bedroom. She places the cooler on a table and takes out a piece of paper.
"Dr. Hunt, I would like to go through these guidelines with you before you take the pill."
"Please proceed." Owen takes a deep breathe.
"The radioactive ingredient from the pill will be taken up by the cancerous cell from your body and hence be destroyed. Now, before you take the pill, you will take this blue pill that prevents nausea that may result from the treatment." She puts down a little plastic box with a big number 1 that has a blue pill inside.
Next, you take the radioactive medication inside this cooler. We already mark number 2 for you."
Owen nods.
"If you experience dry mouth after fifteen minutes or so, start taking these sour candies. It helps feeling better." Kelly places a box with number 3 on the table.
"Drink plenty of water throughout your 12 day course of treatment, so any excessive radioactive drug can be removed by urinary system. Also, please flush your toilet twice after use to erase any trace of radiation."
"Okay." Owen nods his head.
"Now, dry mouth, nausea, pain, lack of appetite and change in taste buds are frequent side effects of radiation therapy. I hope you are prepared for this. Last but not least, the most important reminder is to be isolated in this room for 12 days and have no close contact with your family members. This is for their safety."
"I understand, Kelly."
"Great, Dr. Hunt. Please sign here and I will see you in Dr. Winston's office in twelve days."
Owen closes the door and exhales. Even he knows that the radioactive pill is for his health's sake, he feels as if he is taking a mercy killing pill that is prescribed from a physician.
The Skype application from Owen's table starts to ring, so he picks up the call. Cristina requests to see his video and Owen chuckles. They never talk to each other on their tablets before.
"Owen, show me around." Owen can see Cristina, Theo and Teddy faces in the living room.
Owen points the camera to the cooler that has a huge chemical hazard label on it. His wife and his children drop their mouths to see him remove a tiny tray in which a tiny capsule lies neatly.
"That's it?" Teddy asks naively.
"It's a toxic, Teddy." Owen shakes his head.
He sits down with a bottle of water and starts by swallowing the nausea capsule, followed by the radioactive capsule.
"How do you feel?" Cristina gives him a concerning look through the camera.
"Fine." Owen grins at them. He walks around the room and turns on the surround sound system, showing Theo how awesome it is.
Not long after the cheerful talking and walking that Owen starts to feel tired. He looks at the clock, which indicates a time elapsed of twenty minutes since he swallowed the radioactive capsule. Owen fakes a smile so Cristina and his children don't have to worry about him. "All right, it's time I watch some movies. Bye!"
"Bye Dad. Call me if you need anything. I will place the dinner tray for you at the door at 6.00 p.m." Teddy says goodbye to him with tears in her eyes. Owen's heart is softened to see her sniffing. "I will. Thank you, sweetie."
As soon as he turns off the Skype camera, Owen lies down on his bed and takes some deep breaths. He can really feel the difference now as the capsule dissolves inside his gut. His mouth starts to feel dry and chapped, so he takes some sour candies as instructed and applies Vaseline on his thin lips.
The fatigue feeling begins to overwhelm his body so he turns on the TV and watch a random show absentmindedly until he falls asleep. Until late in the afternoon, his phone rings again, and Teddy tells him to pick up the dinner tray at the door while she is away upstairs.
Owen walks to the front door and picks up the tray at his feet. He overlooks to the kitchen and the living room, which are completely quiet, and sighs. It's the first time in his life that he understands what freedom means. Suddenly, he realizes that he has exposed himself too much to the living area, so he abruptly closes the door. Owen looks at the tray of delicious pasta, chicken soup and slices of tomatoes that Teddy made for him and smiles. His daughter always makes everyone eat raw tomatoes because she argues tomatoes bring plenty nutritious benefits.
Yet, despite his expectation, the food tastes like cold metal in his mouth. Owen tries to finish half the portion then throw all the disposable plates along with remaining food in the trash.
DAY 2
Owen wakes up as the sun rays shine straight to his face. He tosses and turns around a few times and looks at the clock, it's 8:00 a.m. It is very unlikely of him to wake up this late, yet the radiation dose really knocked him out yesterday. He sits up, stresses out and realizes he's weaker than normal. The tired feeling reminds him of his childhood, when the little boy Owen Hunt running around his parents and sniveling after taking a vaccine dose.
"Where's your mom?" Owen calls Teddy.
"She left for work. What do you want to eat today, Dad? Was the food good yesterday?" Teddy beams at him.
Owen reluctantly smiles and nods, hiding her from the fact that his taste buds have changed and it tastes like crap. He drinks plenty of water and urinates a lot to flux out the unnecessary radiation in his body.
Owen switches the TV channels until he catches a documentary show about the daily life of US Army Soldiers in Germany base. His mind wanders to the view of Teddy Altman and him playing soccer against Dan, his superior. He can still recall vividly how he fought hard for Dan to control his bleeding, and as soon as Dan took his last breathe, the helicopter came and rescued them. That was one of the saddest memories in Owen's life and he learned a hard lesson from it, the lesson to never give up hope and never stop fighting.
It is easier said than done, isn't it? Dan was in so much pain that he requested Owen to remove his hand from the wound. Owen can somehow relate himself to Dan in that situation: he is feeling slowly dying. The radiation drains the energy and spirit out of him. Hadn't Cristina and his children kept telling him to fight date and night, he might, for a moment, have thought about refusing a radiation therapy. Yes, it is shameful to acknowledge that he is a soldier and for the first time in his life, he wants to surrender.
The documentary show about army is really good but it brings back negative feelings for him, so he switches the channel.
There's a phone ringing and Owen picks it up happily.
"Hello, Dr. Bailey?"
"Dr. Hunt, how has the radiation treatment treated you?"
"More than I can ever wish for. I'm pretty much glued to my bed now." Owen chuckles.
"Good. I have some questions to ask you about the budget for Peds ward last quarter. Will you be able to open your email?"
"Of course."
Owen weakly walks to the desk and turns on his laptop to open the file attachment. He explains to Dr. Miranda Bailey about the budget that she concerns, and they had a great time discussing the budgets of the hospital. Owen thinks to himself if he was the president of the hospital, he would love to appoint her to be the vice president. Dr. Bailey is one of the most trustworthy physicians in his point of view.
"Dr. Bailey, can you send me something to consult? I'm really bored here." Owen sheepishly confesses as they finish their conversation about budgeting.
"You want patients' cases? Fine, I will boss around my inferiors to have them send you one case per day. That's like a healthy daily vitamin dose for you." Miranda Bailey laughs out loud.
"Thank you, Dr. Bailey. I look forward to it." Owen smiles and says goodbye to her.
Having focused on the work for almost two hours, his temperature drops and as he feels cold, his hands start to hurt. Owen calls Teddy and asks her to increase the room temperature.
"Are you okay, Dad? You're feeling cold?" She sounds worried.
"Yeah, but I'm fine, Teddy. It's just a little cold." He shrugs.
"The fact that I don't follow medicine doesn't mean that I don't understand what you are going through. Everyone is busy and I'm here to help you, physically and mentally. You should share with me your feelings if it makes you feel better. Remember I'm the cheerful one in the house." She scolds at her father.
"I know, sweetie. My hands hurt a little due to the cold, that's why. But now I feel better." He smiles so that Teddy can have a peace of mind.
Owen feels bored to the core for the remaining of the day. He was so used to working nonstop under time and precision pressure, so having nothing to do other than pacing around the room and lying on the bed is a torture to him. He looks forward to the lunch and dinner because Teddy bought wonton soup for him. It is his favorite dish other than chicken soup that he loves to have when he's sick.
Yet, once more, to Owen's disappointment, the soup tastes bitter and horrible. It makes him throw up.
Owen manages to finish the wonton soup in the morning but when he receives the same food in the evening, he closes his eyes and tries to swallow one third of the soup then dumps the rest in the toilet. There is no sink in the bedroom, Owen groans as he empties the food.
DAY 3
Owen opens his eyes and sighs. He is not sure whether the drug or the lack of activity in twelve days mentally breaks him down. It's not that he is too lazy to do anything, it's that he tried anything he could come up with and nothing can attract his interest for more than three hours that bothers him.
He rolls on the curtain in the room and goes brushing his teeth. Looking at the horrible reflection of himself in the mirror: wrinkled eyes with dark circles, dry skin, chapped lips and bushy beard, Owen shakes his head in disbelief. He was well aware that radiation leaves much severe side effects compared to chemotherapy, yet he is still in denial about how devastating the treatment is to his body and spirit.
Owen slowly shaves his beard and composes a better image of himself. He Skype calls but only Teddy answers him.
"Ma came home late last night and left very early in the morning. The bidding is in two days, Dad. You should get her." Teddy explains to him.
Faith calls Owen at noon when she's having lunch in Stanford cafeteria. He is glad to talk to his oldest daughter and happy that she shows the camera around the student building for him. Owen looks at Faith, now with a white coat outside her casual clothing, and feels an immense pride. She explains to Owen the stage of the cardiac sarcoma research with enthusiasm, and he feels happy to be able to talk about medicine again.
When she is alone, Faith asks Owen.
"Dad, are you feeling okay? I guess the radiation drug knocks you out. You look very thin and wiped out."
"It does, indeed. But I just ate my lunch and it feels better." Owen tries to reassures her. Never does he know the leftover rice and salmon on the table is the evidence against his statement.
"No. You don't finish your food, Dad. I know you have a change in taste bud, but if you don't eat for your own sake then the whole radiation treatment is a complete waste." Faith shakes her head firmly and gives Owen a stern look.
As long as he ends the call, Owen knows the storm is about to happen.
And he is right. Right before dinner when Cristina comes home, she turns on the camera and together with Teddy, they start to scold at him.
"Owen, you threw food away during the last three days, didn't you?" Cristina squints her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Cristina. The food tastes terrible but I try to eat anyway, but I usually end up throwing up." Owen sighs as he lies desperately on the bed.
Teddy is quiet during the whole Skype session. He feels guilty for making his daughter sad because she tried everything to comfort him.
"I'm sorry, Teddy. I don't mean you cook terribly. It's because the drug made me feel terrible."
"Are you sure the radiation drug is helping, Dad? You just look more worn out each day." She honestly asks him. Cristina turns around to look at Teddy and grimaces.
"Nonsense, the side effects are the norm. Owen, you need to eat for your health. Your body is worn out and it needs to be replenished with nutrition. This is when the battle actually occurs and I want you to fight. I have many problems out here, Owen. Please don't make me worry about you." Cristina talks to him coldly but caringly.
Owen waits until Teddy walks away then he whispers to the tablet: "I feel like I'm dying in here, honey."
…..
DAY 4
One consult per day is indeed a relief for Owen. He looks forward to the 9 o'clock email, in which a doctor in the hospital sends him a case with relevant scans and labs so he can help diagnose.
It is really the most challenging yet interesting activity of the day in the last four days. Owen has been specialized into trauma surgery, so being able to view cases from Ob/Gyn, Neuro, Ortho and even Plastics refreshes his brain. It reinforces the fact that medicine is evolving constantly, and one needs to be updated with the latest knowledge as well as technology if one wants to stay in the game.
That said, today's Ortho case coming from Callie is a challenge to Owen. He does some researches on his laptop, but only minimal and shallow answers can be found by the public websites. Discontent, Owen calls Teddy.
"Sweetie? I need you to go to the library and fetch me the classic Gray's Anatomy book along with the Ortho book in green cover, I forgot the name."
Teddy leaves the two books on the floor for Owen and runs upstairs as he opens the door. He smiles as he holds the old Gray's Anatomy book in his hand. Even though he was not taught anatomy in medical school from this classic book, Owen almost knew the chapters by heart. He gently flips over the hard cover to see the punctual and neat handwriting in faded ink:
For my son: you have to fight some bad days to earn the best days of your life.
The book was a gift to Owen from his father, William Hunt, on the day he got accepted to Harvard Medical School.
Owen recalls the summer gap in between graduating college and preparing to enter medical school. He spent his days at home in Seattle reading the book with great enthusiasm. He was determined to be in top five percent of his class, so he read the book back and forth, in hope that it would bring him a fresh start ahead other medical students.
Owen had a plan to give the book to Theo when his son is accepted to a medical school. Even though he never pushes the children to follow Cristina and his pathway, Owen is glad that the legendary is passed onto the next generation. It will be a great present between fathers and sons.
He opens the book and flips quickly to the skeletal system chapter and shifts his mind back to the Ortho case that Callie sent him.
Eating meals turn out to be the most fearful thing in a day of a cancer patient like Owen. He tries desperately to finish the meal as he promised to Cristina and Teddy, yet normally he throws up half the food ingested soon after. It is quite rare for any man to experience too many vomiting in a lifetime; and now Owen is having nausea twice a day for the last four days. How irony. Owen tries not to take the nausea pills if he can control the nausea because as a doctor, he knows any drug has its negative side effect. The waves of exhaustion visit him several times during the day, and he rests in bed when they occurs. Owen closes his eyes and shifts his mind towards the sentence that his father wrote: You have to fight some bad days to earn the best days of your life.
It is late in the evening and Owen was reading a random book in his room when he heard Cristina's voice outside. He looks up on the clock and see it's 11:00 p.m. Owen waits an hour or so for his wife to have dinner and takes a shower, then he Skype calls her.
"Hey honey." Owen smiles as he sees his wife in Faith's room.
"How are you, feeling better?" Cristina asks him as she dries her hair by the towel.
"Uh huh." Owen gently nods.
Cristina looks at the screen and sees the pale, tired face of her beloved husband. She sighs.
"You look so pale, Owen. I wish I can do something for you. But I guess it's your own battle and you're the sole soldier. Anyway, things will get better if you get to day six or seven." She smiles at him, placing the tablet on the pillow.
"How is your work, Cristina?"
"The bidding is tomorrow night. Honestly I wouldn't have to attend the banquet at all had Burke been here. Burke is aggressive and I won't have to worry about losing the pharmaceutical company. Instead, I only have his assistant, who is not very experienced in bidding, so I will have to attend the banquet." She sighs.
"I understand." There's nothing much Owen can say other than supporting her.
"And I'm pretty sure I'll lose some friends in Grey Sloan after this bid. I understand buying this company is a commited step in your plan of expanding regionally, given you lost last time. I'm sorry." Cristina shakes her head.
"Do you have any spy in my hospital? How come you're so sure about our plans?" Owen grimaces.
"I'm Cristina Yang, baby. CRISTINA YANG." She beams at him.
Owen observes Faith's room carefully and sees no sign of Teddy, so he smiles wickedly. "Uh huh, I'm very proud to have the reputable Dr. Cristina Yang, cardiothoracic surgeon, also known as Director of Kraums Institute, to spread her legs for me at night."
"Where did you learn to seduce verbally, Owen?" Cristina lies on the bed with her hair scattered on the sheet and smiles.
"I don't know. When it comes to you, my gentleman demeanor is shaken off. There is only the evil and wicked Owen talking to you now." He chuckles.
"Whatever, as long as the radiation is helping our sex lives, I'm all for it. I can still recall my husband three weeks ago, too tired to have intimacy with his wife." Cristina laughs.
"I'm still tired, and I probably don't have enough energy to spare to you, but I still have my drive, Cristina. I guess it's the time you grant my wish." He grins.
"How can we have sex now?" She furrows her eyebrows.
"You striptease through Skype will be a new thing we haven't tried before." Owen smirks.
"Ah…you are indeed dark and wicked. Anyway, I'd love to perform it tomorrow night for you, but not tonight, Owen. I'm really tired, and I have to be at Kraums early tomorrow to prepare my stuff." She exhales deeply.
"What a pity. But anyway, I will wait for tomorrow night's show."
"And, I'm taking Teddy to the banquet this time, Owen. I think it's good to let her exposed to the real business world, given that she likes business." She stares at the ceiling and murmurs.
"Sounds great. You are a great mother, Cristina. And a great wife. I'm glad I have you by my side in my sickness." Owen gently whispers before kissing her goodnight through the camera.
…..
DAY 5
Another morning has come and as usual, Owen wakes up with body ache, mouth sore and constipation. He stares at the ceiling, wonder how long more he has to fight before totally being defeated by the side effects of the cancer drug.
Feeling he has been mushy and whining enough, Owen stands up, takes out the yoga mat and lays it on the floor. He rolls on the curtain and sits down with his eyes closed, determined that he has to do something to regain his spirit and health. He can practice yoga and even do some meditation. Owen doesn't care if it's the Oriental approach, because a yoga mat is all he is equipped for now. He starts with the familiar poses that he had practiced before; and even though he can't exercise as long as he used to, he feels much better as the sweats start to shine on his body.
After the 9 o'clock dose of consulting case sent from Grey Sloan, Owen spontaneously surfs the New England Medical Journal website that was automatically signed in with Cristina's name. An ethic issue catches his attention with the topic: Delayed Splenic Rupture after Non-Operative Management of Blunt Splenic Injury. Owen reads through the article with great interest but soon he disagrees with some points made by the editor. He quickly scrolls down the comment box and types in a lengthy paragraph arguing against the editor based on his professional experience as a trauma surgeon in Iraq. After an hour of presenting his idea enthusiastically thru the comment box, he feels very satisfied with what he's done. Owen carries the food tray that Teddy prepared for him inside and eats lunch with content because he feels hungry. The food doesn't taste any better, but he doesn't pay much attention to it anymore.
Another wave of exhaustion comes over Owen and he takes a nap, knowing that he spent a useful morning doing some exercise for his body, mind and even his brain. Waking up from the nap, he excitedly turns on the laptop and check out the subsequent comments for the same article. Many army surgeons support his point of view and some other doctors thanks him for sharing the unique experiences that they, as surgeons in hospital setting, would never know. Feeling pleased with what he's reading, Owen continues to share more of his experience and point of views. He enjoys clicking the refresh button to see subsequent comments. It feels great to be able to talk and discuss with people in his status: army surgeons that return from Iraq and Afghanistan with memories, experiences and even war wounds. He quickly forms a circle of acquaintance with the people on the internet. For the first time in five days, Owen's head is occupied with something else other than his cancer. He even ignores the daily call from Cristina and Teddy because he's glued to the laptop discussing about his war time with fellow army soldiers.
DAY 6
Owen never feels more eager to wake up and have the rest of the day being alone to do the things he wants. After exercising, he takes a shower and rushes to the laptop to read the responses for his lengthy review he made last night.
Oh my, 36 reviews overnight. He feels excited that the review initially written for the sake of voicing his opinion turned into a heated debate. Owen reads each of the comment carefully, shakes or nods his head as he goes long the list.
An idea sparkles in his head as he reads one comment from an Afghanistan war veteran. Owen laughs out loud and hits the desk excitedly, knowing what he wants to do during the course of cancer treatment. He calls the United States of Army Institute of Surgical Research and explains to them his wish to be funded for a research that will potentially benefit PTSD patients. After half an hour or so, he is able to talk to Colonel Wirt, USAISR Commander.
"Your research sounds intriguing. Unfortunately, the application deadline for research funding for this year is within four days. If you still want your research to be considered, then please submit a twenty page of project summary along with research timeline. We will let you know if you are qualified for the fund within a few days of your submission." The secretary of Colonel Wirt explains to Owen.
Four days to submit the twenty page summary of the research. Owen exhales deeply. The good news is he is completely free in the next four days to focus on his research, the bad news is he has no information or resource whatsoever to start with other than internet. Owen spends the next two hours listing out all the books he will need from Grey Sloan library. When Teddy calls him this morning, he cheerfully tells her.
"Hey sweetie, I have something for you to do, I wonder if you can help me." Owen beams at his daughter.
"What's up, Dad?"
"I'll send you a list of books I need from Grey Sloan and you come to the hospital, asking Dr. Bailey to let you in and borrow the books for me."
"Fine, I'm studying for my CLEP test, but I'm being a supportive daughter here." Teddy purrs her lips.
"Thank you, sweetie. By the way the chicken tender today is good, I don't know if I'm slowly recovering or not."
"That's a good start, Dad. Anyway, I have some questions about Weak Acid Tiltration and since you were a Biochem student, you can help me out." Teddy smiles genuinely."
"Oh no, Teddy. I'm really busy." Owe grimaces.
"Dad! It will only take you an hour or so! And I don't believe you're busy. You keep complaining there's nothing to do in there other than watching TV and playing FIFA." Teddy raises her voice.
"Alright." Owen sighs.
Teddy starts to explain the questions from the workbook that she got stuck for Owen, but since his mind is already occupied with something else, Owen is not patient enough to hear her problems and explain to her. After half an hour of attempt, he sighs.
"Teddy, I'm sorry, but I don't remember much Biochem material. It's been decades. Why don't you take the test in Stanford then and have Faith help you out? She's a Biochem nerd, she surely can help you better than I do."
"Fine, Dad." Teddy shakes in disappointment.
Cristina comes home in the evening and Skype calls her husband. Owen is busy reading the relevant material from the books so he slightly feels annoyed to be called a few times. He picks up the call at the fourth time to her yelling:
"What are you doing? You haven't talked to me in two days!" She grimaces.
"Cristina, I'm sorry. I'm busy focusing on my career. Anyway, how was the bidding?" Owen smiles apologetically.
"Of course my company won. Teddy was excited to participate and she helped my assistant come up with the bidding price." Cristina smiles happily.
"That's good." He says as his eyes are glued to the screen.
"What is going on, Owen? Are you still eating well? Are you feeling tired? Do you have any pain? I mean, are you watching porn in there or masturbating? For you said you wanted to see me striptease and now I can't even talk to you." She groans as she closes the door behind her.
"I'm still fine. I'm just busy doing some research." Owen furrows his eyebrows.
"Well, okay, I'm glad that you fine. Now you are too busy to have a conversation with your wife." She snorts at him.
"Cristina, I'm doing well, thank you for worrying about me. Now would you please be so supportive as leave me alone to focus on my thing for the just one week? I have a deadline to race." He sighs.
"Fine. Take all the time you need." Cristina pouts. She glances at him then abruptly hangs on the call.
Oh, my dear wife and children, please understand me as I am so excited about the fact that I can contribute something to the face of trauma medicine. Owen sighs then walks back to his desks. He is completely absorbed to the research that he forgets everything around him, even the pain.
**Don't worry, we don't have to go through the next six days like this. Things will be more interesting. Oh and I forgot to post Faith's room so I'm gonna do it today, please check it out.