Amelia's POV
"Owen?!" I shout as I get close to his bed in the ICU. My smile is a mile wide.
He turns his head toward me. "Were you the one to operate?"
"What? Maggie did your surgery."
"No, not my surgery. Trevor's"
I freeze for a moment. My smile fades. "Yes."
"So I guess it's safe to assume that you're the one that let him die, so that I could live."
"Owen, he was already gone, I-" I start to explain but he interrupts me.
"Just go." He says.
"Owen."
"Amelia! Just go."
I turn around, and walk out. My tears start to blur my vision as they flow faster and faster down my face.
I pass Meredith again, she turns to look at me.
"Are you okay?" She asks, concerned.
"Just leave me alone."
I slam the door of an on-call room shut behind me, and throw myself onto one of the beds.
How could he say that? That it was my fault Trevor died? I did absolutely everything I could...... right? I mean, I tried to bring him back, but he was too far gone...... Now I'm starting to second guess myself. If that patient wasn't Trevor, if Owen wasn't in desperate need of a heart, would I have let him go? No. I would have done the exact same thing. Right?
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Forget The World
Fanfiction"Owen! I'm home. Whatever your making! it smells amazing!" I call. I put my keys in the dish by the door, and walk around the boxes at the end of the couch. "Owen?" I call again, maybe he didn't hear me. I hear a crash come from the kitchen. "OWEN...
