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Owen closed the door to the on-call room behind him and sighed. He rested his head against the wall, trying to figure out what he needed to do. All he could think about was how Amelia looked as she backed away from Herman in the OR when she was done. How he could physically see the weight of the surgery lifted from her shoulders. How he could tell how exhausted she was by the way her body automatically drooped. How all he wanted to do was go down there, embrace her, and tell her how great of a job she did.
Before he went to check on Dr. Herman for Amelia, the chief went to the nurses station and made sure that they absolutely did not page Amelia Shepherd under any circumstances. He also told them to try to avoid paging him at any costs, and to only page him if it was an extreme emergency that nobody else could handle.
Owen walked to Herman’s room in the surgical ICU and observed her through the glass doors. He saw that she hadn’t woken up yet, but Arizona was at her side if she needed anything.
On his way back to Amelia, he went to get some supplies for her. He grabbed her some Tylenol for her headache, along with some cold water, wet rags, a wash basin, and some other things he thought she might need.
He quietly opened the door to the on-call room and turned on a lamp. He looked over to see Amelia asleep on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her chin.
He got one of the cold, wet rags and placed it on her forehead to bring down her fever. She sleepily sighed and leaned towards his hand that was keeping the rag on her head.
“Hey, Amelia, I have some medicine for you. Do you think you can sit up?”
Amelia stirred and moaned, but then quietly said, “Uh huh.”
Owen helped her sit up, and gave her the tylenol for her headache. He helped her drink some cold water and sat with her while she adjusted to the movement of her body. “You weren’t exposed to too high of a dosage of radiation, so you shouldn’t feel like this for more than 24 hours. And as long as you feel like this, I’ll be by your side.”
Amelia smiled and put her hand on his knee, “Thank you. You really don’t have to do that though. You’re such a busy person being that you’re the chief and all, and you have already helped me so much.”
Owen placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a gentle squeeze, “Amelia. You have put your life into that surgery and you just saved the life of one of the most amazing surgeons out there. Not only did you put your patient’s needs in front of yours for the past few weeks, but you have given this hospital such a good name from just the publicity of this. Staying by your side throughout this is the absolute least that I can do.”
Amelia didn’t say anything, keeping her head down and putting her hands beside her on the couch.
Owen shifted his body and looked at her face, “What’s wrong? What can I do?”
“I-I think I’m going to be sick.”
Owen grabbed the wash basin and held it in front of her, knowing that she would eventually start to vomit. “Amelia, would you like to move into a hospital room where you would be more comfortable?”
She slowly shook her head, “I don’t want any attention.”
He nodded his head in understanding. “Then we will stay in here.”
Amelia started gagging and Owen put his hand on her back, trying to sooth her a little. Once she starting throwing up in the bucket, he pulled her hair back to keep it out of the way.
She sighed and sat back, trying to calm down. Owen disposed of the soiled wash basin and grabbed another one from a nurse out in the hall. He sat back down on the couch and placed one of the wet rags on her neck.
“I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Owen rubbed her back, “Hey, it’s no big deal.”
Owen grabbed Amelia’s ponytail off of her wrist and tied her hair back as she began to throw up again.
Once Amelia hadn’t thrown up for 10 minutes, Owen set aside the wash basin. “Are you feeling any better?”
Amelia looked up at him, “I’m still a little nauseas, but I don’t feel like vomiting anymore.”
Owen began to stand up, “Would you like to move to the bed then? Maybe you can get a little rest. I’ll still stay with you.”
Amelia nodded, “Yes, please.”
He took her hand and helped her slowly stand up. She closed her eyes and swayed a little, grabbing his upper arms for balance.
“Sorry, I’m just a little dizzy.”
Owen put his hands on her waist, “You’re almost there.”
Amelia took a few steps and then leaned against Owen, putting her head against his chest, “I’m so tired.”
Owen already had his arm around her chest, so with his other arm, he placed his hand under her knees and pulled them up so that he could carry her to the bed.
He placed Amelia on the bed and took off her shoes. He then kicked off his own and laid down behind her, spooning her body so she would feel some comfort. She immediately fell asleep, and Owen played with her hair until he eventually feel asleep along with her.
Owen woke up when he felt Amelia turn her body around, but kept his eyes closed for hope of a few more minutes of blissful sleep. He opened his eyes when he felt her kiss his cheek, and smiled when he saw that she was looking at him.
He propped himself up on his elbow, “I take it you’re feeling better?”
Amelia put her hand on his cheek and softly kissed his lips, “Yes, and it’s all because of you.”
Owen smiled, “I could definitely get used to waking up like this.”