Sewn-up Hearts | Grey's Anatomy

6. | We Don't Talk the Same

Difference 6. He talks like he's going to die. She talks like he's not

Owen sighed as the nurses rolled him into the OR. The fight he had with Cristina shouldn't have hurt him the way it did, but he couldn't deny the empty pit in his stomach.

The OR seemed much more different being rolled into it. The last time he was on the table, he had a bullet shot cleanly through his shoulder with a resident having a miscarriage. He shivered at the thought and sighed, that was a day he hoped he didn't have to recall anymore. But the more he tried to push the thought away, the more it became lodged in his mind deeper than that bullet.

He didn't even have a proper gown on that day, but now he had the shower cap in his hair and a line of people bringing him in. Owen wished Amelia was here, but she in the gallery with Meredith to watch the surgery.

After parking into the room, he saw Cristina reaching out her hands to receive the gown and snap on her mask.

Amelia pressed the speaker button and her voice ran through the OR. "Dr. Yang I know I was a bitch to you earlier but please, don't kill Owen."

"I'll do everything I can." She said loudly.

Owen couldn't tell if she was smiling or not but he took a deep breath. "I was an ass to you yesterday and I-"

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"You were more of a bitch Hunt, it's fine, I get it." She said. Owen furrowed his eyebrows at her statement. He never really recalled ever being referred to as a bitch but he could live with it.

"You ready?"

"No I need to tell you some things first." He whisper yelled. "Ok, so when I had the fake heart attack or whatever it was, Meredith was kissed by Andrew Deluca."

"What the fuck?" Exclaimed Cristina, who's face shot up to look at Meredith in the gallery.

"Shhh, anyways, so Derek literally ran out of the room and then was really mad and while I was getting a CT, I'm pretty sure he forgave her right away, probably only because I was dying. I don't think he fully forgives anyone so when I die you better fix their relationship." Owen said. The couple really had some issues at the moment.

"Owen you aren't going to die." She said firmly, so firmly he wondered if Cristina Yang was even operating.

"Hey, I'll believe that if you look me in the eye and tell me I have a 100% chance of survival." Said Owen unhappily.

"Tha-that doesn't mean you won't die. I mean will die, god sorry." She muttered uncomfortably.

"You're not getting the point, you need to keep Mer and Derek together, otherwise I will haunt you from whatever the afterlife is."

"Stop."

"And I want you be here if die, to stay for at least two months, go to my funeral, and I want you to give Amelia lots of wine. And tell Andrew that Mer is too good for them, and try to get April and Jackson back together because they are freaking soulmates then help take care of Leo for me when Amy can't."

"Leo?"

"Long story, but he's a foster child. Anyways, Cristina I need you to promise even if you hate the baby, even if you hate all of it, but please, promise me you'll do that."

"I promise, as longs as you say 'if' ok?" She said, her breath hitching.

"If I die, I want you to do all those things."

"I will."

"Put me under, I want this tumour gone." Said Owen, grinning at her.

As the mask came on, Owen felt his world dizzy around him and his eyes closed into a world where pain didn't exist for a while.