Will this turn into something more? {Omelia}

1: Feelings or trouble

Authors POV:
'Trauma's coming in, I need all available surgeons in the pitt!' Hunt shouted down the hallways and paged everyone. If there was a crisis of trauma's he'd know what to do. Always.
Everyone ran to the ER. Meredith came running with Edwards. They opened up the first ambulance. 'Male, 45, multiple injuries, most damage to his head.'
'Someone page Dr. Shepherd!' Hunt yelled and went with the patient to trauma 1.

Amelia's POV:
I know I should've been in the ER, they paged 911, but this craniotomy took longer than expected. Just when I was about to close up, I got paged to trauma 1.
'Can you close up for me? I have to run.'
'Sure.'
I scrubbed out and ran to the trauma room. As I walked in I saw Owen, Dr. Hunt, standing there. 'Why didn't you answer the first page?' He asked curiously.
'Surgery took longer then expected. What do we have?' I asked.
'Male, 45, multiple injuries and severe head trauma.'
'Alright, let me see.' I took a step closer to the patient, looked at the injuries and asked the patient a few simple questions.
'He needs to have a CT.' 'Right away.' The intern said. After those scans were taken, I concluded the following.
'It's a subdural haematoma, he needs to have surgery right now.'
'Alright. Nurse, book OR 1 for us right now.' Hunt said.
'Will do.'
'If you want me to assist you though?' He asked.
'Of course!' I said, maybe a little more excited than I should have.
We took the patient to the OR and got scrubbed in while the nurses were getting the patient ready for surgery.
'Burr holes...' I mumbled when I was scrubbing in with Dr. Hunt.
'Burr holes?' He asked curiously.
'Yes...'
'Burr holes it is.'
I was always very sure about what I had to do concerning my surgeries. Why did Owen try to confirm this... He was probably just curious. Never mind.

Authors POV:
In the mean time the rest of the residents took care of the incoming patients. There were a lot, so the ER was a mess. Dr. Bailey, now chief, tried to handle everything.
'Alright guys. Grey trauma 2, Kepner, go outside to the ambulances, Karev, I have a pregnant lady over here. She opened up the curtain and Alex immediately helped her.
Amelia and Owen were still in surgery together, it took a while.

Amelia's POV:
'BP's dropping.'
'Heart rate is slowing down!' The nurse said, looking at the monitor.
'Shit.. I have to find this stupid bloodcloth. I'm sure I'm close!'
'He's got a very slow heart rate.' Hunt said.
'Just a sec.' I said and was able to fix it just in time. 'Done.' I heard the heart rate going back up. Thank god.
'Alright, I'll page the rest so they can fix the other injuries.' As they walked in the OR, we walked out. It seemed like Owen was amazed. We scrubbed out and in the hallway he stopped me. 'Great safe!' He said with a smile. 'Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you though.' I blushed. He smiled and hugged me. Somehow this felt so good. So right... We both wanted to release each other but then fell back into each others arms. It was awkward though.
'Let's see if there's any more patients down in the pitt?' He asked. 'Sure!' I was probably still blushing because of him. He luckily did not notice. I've come to known Owen over the past couple of years and he's literally one of my favourite persons to be with. Maybe even the nicest one. At the battlefield he has seen so much and he recovered well. I look up to him. A lot. But this hug though...

Hunt's POV:
I don't know how she did it, but she did. This was an incredible safe. Just in time. She brightens up my day.
I went to the pitt just like Dr. Shepherd did but first I needed some coffee. I had been on call for the entire night so I was almost falling asleep. I did not have the chance to check with Bailey why there were so many trauma's coming in. Most of the time we have one or two really bad ones coming in a week but right now it feels like the whole pit has been flooded by them. As I was walking towards the Emergency Room, I passed Meredith, who was filling in some paperwork about one of her patients. 'Hunt?' She asked. 'Yeah?' 'I was about to page you. Can you please go and check on the patient in trauma 4?' He has a severe trauma..' She stated. 'I will.' Right when Meredith wanted to get up and leave I wanted to know something. 'Oh, Grey?' She turned around again. 'Yes?' 'What has exactly happened, why aren't we being informed?' 'Oh do you not know it yet?' 'Uhm, no, should I ?' I asked, crossing my arms, waiting for more information.
'Well, there was a car crash and a lot of people got injured. I know that Bailey or Webber most of the time inform us but this time they couldn't because everything had to be handled quickly.'
'Okay, thanks. Just wanted to know. Patient in trauma 4?' 'Yes, that's right.'

I walked up to the patient and found out that she had to have surgery right away. We took her to the OR, the patient was being prepped for surgery while I was scrubbing in and I still couldn't keep my mind off of Amelia. When you walk in an OR, nothing else matters than the life of the patient on your table. All the personal things that you've got going on, seem to be going away. But when you've finished, it all comes rushing back.

After surgery I wanted to find Webber. As I was walking down the hallway I heard a woman's voice. She was yelling, so I ran up to her and asked her what was wrong.
'NO I DO NOT WANT THIS DOCTOR TO OPERATE OM MY MOTHER! I WANT A DIFFERENT ONE!'
'Miss, please calm down.' I said to her.
'No, I will not let her do this!'
Now I finally saw who she was screaming at. It was Dr. Shepherd, Amelia. I let her ramble on for a bit until I heard the word 'junkie'.
'Wait what?' I asked surprised.
'I know her! She was treated in California because she was an addict! She took oxy! So no, I do not want her to operate on my mother! She walked away.
I saw how embarresed Amelia felt and touched her shoulder. 'No, please.' She said in a sad voice and walked away from me.
Amelia, a drug addict? We've all got our problems and flaws but Amelia, and this... I can not believe it. I know she used to be treated for drinking but I never knew that it went this far.

Amelia's POV:
I ran off to an oncallroom to clear my mind. As I left, a lot of people stared at me. At the ex-junkie. That's the important part, EX. I was mad. Mad at the woman for screaming at me so that the entire 2nd floor could hear it, but mostly I was mad at myself. Mad because I had been an addict, but that isn't something that I can change right now. I had a good reputation here in the hospital but now it's partially ruined. All because of my stupid self. That is a part of my life that I cannot change anymore. Sadly.
While I was sitting on the bed I started crying. Not because of my past, but because of what had happened earlier. Owen seemed so heartbroken when he heard the woman saying junkie. It seemed like he trusted me before, and I fear that that will be gone now. At least, I trust him. I laid down on the bed and tried to close my eyes, praying for no surgeries in the next upcoming hours.
After a solid 2 hours sleep, I woke up because of my pager. Shit. As I opened my eyes I felt that they hurt because of the crying. Let's hope that they're not red, I do not have time for this right now. It seemed like I got paged to the ER because I had no surgeries scheduled for the following hours. 'Dr. Shepherd, I paged you. Take a look at this.' Dr. Wilson said to me. I wonder if she had already heard about the incident. Probably not, I guess. She acted pretty normal around me. 'Shepherd?'
'Yeah... Let's see.' I got popped back into the real world. She showed me a CT scan of the man's brain. I looked carefully at it and did not see anything wrong. 'Nothing wrong to me?'
Wilson looked confused. 'I know right... But there's gotta be something wrong. She told me the patient's story and I decided to run more tests. 'Alright. I'll let you know when they came in.' She said friendly. 'Thanks, Jo.'
For the rest of the day I checked on my patients and tried to avoid Owen. Which was not easy at all, of course today was the day that he had to work on the same floor as me. Perfect. After my last scheduled craniotomy of the day I decided that it would be good to take a nap. Igrabbed a juice and went to an oncallroom. I filled in some paperwork and finished my juice. I laid myself down and tried to sleep, which was not easy. I kept repeating the incident of the day in my head. After an hour thinking about this, I finally fell asleep. 'Hmmm..' I said as I saw a flash of light coming into the room as it woke me up. Someone stood in the doorway but I could not quite recognize the person. 'Oh, I'm sorry.' I recognised his voice. 'Owen?' I said, trying to open my eyes some more. 'Amelia?'

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So, here we have it! The first chapter :) I hope you enjoyed it, please favourite and comment if you like it, so I know! Next chapter will be up very soon! Much more Omelia is to come!
~ J