Lost and Found

Chapter 5

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Owen looked down with concern at the mangled insides of his patient- a thirty-two-year-old woman T-boned at an intersection. Severe crush injuries, internal bleeding, organ damage. "Three-oh proline, Bohkee."

"Dr. Hunt?" April asked.

"Yeah?" Owen couldn't look up from his work.

"I think there's too much damage to the left kidney, can you take a look?"

He finished his stitch and peered over. He could barely see the kidney from his vantage point. "Brooks, can you retract a little more please?"

"Of course sir," the young resident pulled back further on the retractor and Owen reached over and palpated the kidney. He shook his head, "It's a goner, Kepner. Good thing the right kidney is still intact."

"Damn," April sighed sadly, "Scalpel."

"You guys paged me?" Another voice entered the room. It was Callie.

"Unstable pelvic fracture," Hunt answered.

Callie stood beside him and took a quick look at the X-ray. "Lateral compression fracture. Damn. I used to love these," she muttered, "Now it just reminds me of what happened to Mer."

"Can we not talk about that please?" April asked softly, and Owen's gaze drifted to April's midsection. Of course that would be painful to think about. Although he was quite happy that April was having another. He enjoyed being Uncle Owen.

"Sorry," Callie said apologetically.

"So... The new Cardio Chief? What's she like?" asked April.

Owen felt his heart constrict. Cristina was now officially replaced. She was gone. "Ten blade."

"Well?"

"Uh...she's-uh," Owen stammered.

"She's sweet," Callie said, looking down at her work, "and apparently brilliant. I heard she's published like, twenty articles.? She's the Lisa Simpson of surgery."

Owen chuckled at his friend. It was a fairly accurate comparison, he thought. "That's an interesting observation Torres."

"You miss her?" Callie asked. She was talking about Cristina.

Owen switched tools and focused on the tissue in front of him that needed stitching. "Yeah... he sighed, "But what can you do?"

"You're not gonna go after her?"

"She doesn't want kids. I want kids. It always came down to that." That was the dealbreaker. The heartbreaker. He thought somewhere down the line, Cristina would reconsider... but Cristina wouldn't compromise on that.

"Hm," Callie said. The drill whined as she drilled a small hole in the pelvis to put a pin in. "Arizona and I were talking about having another... she mentioned adoption."

Owen opened his mouth to respond, but had to stop, there was another bleed. "Brooks, I need suction here... laps, more laps." He threw in the small absorbant pads as he tried to find the source, "Kepner, a little help here."

April was in the middle of cauterizing another bleed, "One second..."

They worked quietly until the bleed was controlled. Finally Owen risked a glance over at Callie. "Adoption is not a bad thing," he thought about Thomas, the boy who lost his mother and almost lost his father. He had seriously considered stepping up and fostering the boy himself, "Everyone needs family."