Omelia: One Apartment

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AMELIAS POV
"What are you doing tonight?" Owen asked as he sat down next to me in the cafeteria.

"I get off at 7," I shrugged, "was going to watch TV."

"We need to go food shopping," Owen said.

"We?" I chuckled.

"Well you eat food too don't you?" Owen said.

"Fine I'll go with you," I chuckled. He smiled and nodded. We finished eating and walked down the hall together. I was walking next to him and I felt nervous. Nervous? Me? Around Owen? I don't know. I fell asleep on him last night and I hope it wasn't awkward. It didn't seem to be. I don't know.

OWENS POV
"Hey you're home," I said. Amelia opened the door and she looked upset.

"Yeah uh," she said quietly, "the surgery ended early."

"You okay?" I asked.

"The patient didn't make it," she said softly, "I'd rather not talk about it." I nodded and she walked over to the counter.

"Oh we need to go get food," she said.

"You've had a long day, I can just grab it," I said.

"No, no it's fine," she said, "plus you'd get all the wrong brands."

"Okay," I chuckled, "Do you need a few minutes?"

"Uh yeah would it be okay if I just changed?" She asked.

"You're good take your time," I said. I sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. I scrolled on my phone and after a few minutes and Amelia came out of her room.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Yeah," she nodded. She was wearing a loose tshirt and sweatpants. She looked cute.

"Stop staring I know I look like I rolled out of bed," she said.

"No you look fine," I said, "you look nice."

"Okay now you're being ridiculous," she chuckled.

"I'm being truthful," I said, "now grab your jacket it's cold outside."

-

I hate that my mom put my feelings in my head. Obviously I've known I've liked Amelia. But her bringing it up brings it to the surface. I've been trying to push them down and ignore it for the sake of our friendship, but she's just so beautiful. She's ridiculous to think she's not adorable in sweatpants. She's adorable in anything. I rounded the corner and saw Amelia standing in the alcohol isle.

"Hey," I said softly as I walked up to her, "whatcha looking at?"

"I was just looking," she said.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Mhm," she said and walked down the aisle and rounded the corner. She wasn't okay.

"Did you want to buy some?" I asked her, even though I wouldn't let her.

"No I was just looking," she said.

"At the alcohol?" I questioned.

"It's like window shopping," she said.

"Okay," I said.

"Anyway I need cereal," she said.

"We're going to talk about it," I said.

"Later," she said, "Can we talk about it later?"

"Absolutely," I said.

-

We came into the apartment and Amelia quickly put her groceries away and tried to go to her room.

"Amelia," I said and grabbed her arm. She turned around and looked at me.

"I was going to take a bath," she said.

"We're talking," I said softly.

"You can sit in the bathroom if you don't look," she said.

"Okay," I nodded, "sure." I followed her in the bathroom and she chuckled.

"You have to face the wall," she laughed.

"Okay," I chuckled as I sat down. I heard her get in the tub and she sighed.

"My patient was a kid today," she said softly. I frowned as I knew how much that hurt her. She lost her own child a few years ago.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"It just sucks," she said quietly.

"I'm sure you did everything you could," I said, "you're an amazing surgeon."

"Thanks," she said softly, "it just hurts. It reminds me of Christopher."

"I know honey," I said softly, a term of admiration accidentally slipping out. I was hoping she wouldn't notice it.

"I had to tell the parents," she said, "it was awful."

"I'm so sorry," I said softly.

"I wasn't going to relapse," she said, "I was just looking at it."

"Okay," I said.

"I was just sad," she admitted, "but I wouldn't break my sobriety."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said, "I'm proud of you."

"Today just sucked," she said sadly, "I cried so much after I left the OR."

"Can I give you a hug?" I asked.

"No," she said quietly, but I could tell she was crying.

"Amelia," I said. I looked over my shoulder at her and I could see the tears streaming down her face. She must have been crying the entire conversation.

"Move over," I said and took my shirt off. She made a shocked face at me.

"You're joining me?" She chuckled.

"Yes move over," I said. She didn't fight me as I sat down behind her. She laid back in my chest and sighed.

"So much for you not looking," she joked.

"I'm not I promise," I said, as I was really just staring at the ceiling. She let out a sigh and laid her head back on my shoulder.

"I miss Christopher so much," she said softly.

"I know you do," I said.

"I can't get that mother's cry out of my head," she said, "when I told her today."

"I know," I said.

"You're going to strain you neck if you continue to stare at the ceiling," Amelia chuckled.

"Well I'm being respectful," I chuckled.

"It's fine," she chuckled, "don't worry about it."

"I do worry about it," I said.

"Owen we're sharing my bathtub it's fine," she chuckled. I rested my head on her shoulder and wrapped my arms around her.

"You are an amazing mother and amazing surgeon," I said softly in her ear, "And I'm sorry you had a hard day."

"Thank you for being there for me," she said.

"I will always be there for you," I said and kissed her shoulder.