Let My Love In ~ Omelia

Another's Arms

        "When the world means nothing to me, another's arms, another's arms. When the pain just rips right through me, another's arms, another's arms."

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        When patients are told they need surgery, the first thing they ask is usually "Could I die?". And of course, that's possible, even if it's something as simple as an appendectomy, so we're forced to tell them that "There are always risks."
        Something could always go wrong, complications are always a possibility. The same goes for life. You might think you have your life completely planned out, you know what you want and you know what you have to do to get it. But there are almost always complications.

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        "Sir, please, I'm going to have to ask you to calm down!" Dr Shepherd yelled at a belligerent patient who's cardiovascular health was put in more and more danger as he struggled.
        He basically had to be dragged in by the paramedics when he first arrived, the patient was clearly aggressive and dangerous. Amelia reminded herself to get him a psych consult when she could.
        While she did her best to calm the patient who was yelling and fighting against his restraints, his monitors started going crazy. Obviously, at some point he stopped fighting and passed out.
        "He's in V-Fib!" Edwards, who was the resident on the case, yelled.
        "I need a crash cart in here! And somebody page cardio, now!" Dr Shepherd yelled to whoever was able to respond. The crash cart was delivered within a couple seconds and she began defibrillation.
        Amelia and Stephanie managed to get his heart beating again, though it wasn't beating in a healthy manor. Dr Pierce arrived shortly after and had to take him off to emergency heart surgery.
        As they wheeled him out, Amelia slowly walked over to update a nurse behind the desk about his condition. While she was handing the nurse his chart, she heard a warm voice.
        "Excuse me?" Amelia looked to her right where a tall, brunette woman about her age was approaching the desk. "Do you know where I can find Owen Hunt?"
        Of course, Amelia knew exactly where she could find Owen Hunt, but she also knew that when random people came asking to find doctors in this hospital, that could mean anything. And anything could mean that this person was carrying a gun, looking to shoot the chief of surgery and avenge a loved one.
        "I believe so, what do you need him for, are you a relative?" She asked while putting away the chart.
        "Oh, no, I'm an ex-girlfriend, well, I'm not actually sure if that's the appropriate term anymore, we've been seeing each other again, and he forgot his phone at my house last night, my name is Emma Marling."
        Amelia was taken aback, she unwillingly felt her face twist into discomfort. When the silence became a bit too long, she bit her tongue, cleared her throat, and tried to remain as friendly as possible.
        "Emma Marling? Your name sounds familiar, are you a doctor?"
        "Yes, actually I'm head of Maternal-Fetal Medicine at Seattle Pres."
        Amelia didn't know how to feel, she didn't know how to react, she didn't really know what to do, so she just smiled as much as she could, which resulted in a small smile, barely noticeable, and told Emma to follow her.
        "His office is right through that door, if he's not in there, he'd down in the E.R."
        "Thanks."
        Amelia just watched as Emma walked through the doors of Owens office. As she stared daggers at the door, a feeling swept over her. It wasn't the feeling that she didn't have a name for, the one that confused the hell out of her, this was a very specific feeling, and it was pure jealousy.

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        "Excuse me, Dr Hunt?" Maggie Pierce said, knocking only once before entering his office. Much to her discomfort, she found him lip locked with some woman who at first Maggie assumed was Amelia but then saw that this woman was much taller. "Oh, God, I am so sorry I didn't realize-"
        Maggie began to stutter as she slowly backed out of the room. Emma's face was a deep colour of red and she wasn't planning on hanging out much longer after that incident.
        "Pierce, wait." Owen called after her, straightening his tie.
        "I was just leaving anyway, have a good day, Owen."
        "Yeah, you too, and hey, thank's for bringing my phone." Owen and Emma said goodbye as Maggie, who was still clearly uncomfortable, ventured further into Owen's office.
        "I really am sorry for-" She began but Owen waved away her concern.
        "Don't worry about it Pierce, what do you need?"
        "Wait, who even was that?"
        "Emma? She's a...friend."
        "Wow, if that's what you do with your friends then-"
        "What is it that you needed Pierce?"
        "Does Amelia know about her? Gosh, I hope not, after what I saw that day in the bathroom this would just-"
        "It's none of your concern, you're out of line Pierce, what do you need?"

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        After Maggie's encounter with Owen, she did what any respectful friend wouldn't do and told Meredith all about it.
        Meredith, who was beginning to feel bad about telling Amelia to make sure she doesn't hurt Owen and telling Owen to be careful of Amelia as clearly she should have been warning them of the opposite, wasn't all that surprised with what Maggie told her.
        "She's the rebound." It was as simple as that. "Dr Marling was Owen's rebound from Cristina and now she's his rebound from Amelia. I feel sorry for her really.
        "I thought everyone assumed that Amelia was Owen's rebound for Cristina?" Maggie asked.
        "They did, I did too. But I forgot all about Emma, does Amelia know?"
        "I don't know, how do you think she would take this?"
        "I think, for now at least, we should keep this to ourselves. She's just a rebound. She'll be gone in a few weeks."

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        The awkward silence that took place when Chief Hunt and Dr Shepherd found themselves alone, dealing with an unconscious patient in the pit, was normal. It was what was expected.
        "She has some pretty bad trauma to her head, I'll run a C.T." Amelia finished her diagnosis and looked at Owen, wondering if she should bring up the fact that she met Dr Marling.
        Owen noticed her silence but knew that she had more to say, he looked on expectantly.
        "I, um, I-" Amelia began, "Emma Marling introduced herself to me this morning." She broke his eye contact and he sighed impatiently.
        "And." He said, a rude tone to his voice.
        "I just, she doesn't really, I don't-"
        "That's my business, Dr Shepherd, not that it should even matter to you."
        "Well, of course it-"
        "You and I are nothing, we've both made that pretty clear. You're my coworker, and I'm your superior, that's it. My personal relationships don't concern you." Owen was yelling now, and Amelia couldn't stand to be having this conversation. She left the room before he had time to say anything else.

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        "Okay, Sir, your surgery went well, I'm just going to check-" Dr Shepherd began, walking over to check the patients pupils. She never even realized that whoever had dealt with him after his surgery had carelessly forgotten to put him back in his restraints. Amelia didn't even have time to pull out her pocket light before the patient began to yell.
        "You stay away from me! Get me the hell out of here! I swear to God you come near me and I'll-"
        Amelia was taken aback with surprise as the patient tore off all the wires attached to him and stood up from the bed. It was then that she realized she'd forgotten to get that psych consult.
        "Sir, please-" She took a step towards him in hopes that she could get him to get back into his bed, but her efforts failed miserably, the man was easily 6' tall and she barely reached 5'4".
        "No, don't touch me, get me the hell out of this damn hospital!"
        Meanwhile, his shouting was noticed by Dr Hunt, who had just finished post-op with another patient. He saw Amelia struggling with her aggressive patient, but before he went into the room, he looked around for backup. To his left, he saw a familiar face.
        "Webber!" He called for Richard and motioned over to where Dr Shepherd and her patient were. But they weren't able to respond fast enough.
        "Sir, please, could you just-" Before she could finish her attempt at calming down the patient, he shoved her, hard, to his right. Before she hit the ground, she was shoved right into the tray that was near his bed and took that down with her, not only making a loud metallic noise, but scattering medical supplies everywhere.
        "Amelia!" Owen was in the room before Amelia could even register what had happened. It was a good thing Webber came in only a split second later and dealt with the patient or Owen would have done something that would have put his job in jeopardy.
        Amelia sat up a bit and brushed off her sleeves. Owen appeared at her side and picked her up off the ground. "Are you alright?" He scanned her face somewhat frantically for any damage.
        "I'm fine," She said, giving him a sympathetic look that gave him that feeling again. "Someone needs to order a psych consult."

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Song is "Another's Arms" by Coldplay.