Every Rose

8

I woke up with a headache and a dry mouth. The first thing I noticed, after how dry my mouth was of course, was that I was lying flat in a bed somewhere with oxygen in my nose.

I blinked once, then twice, and looked around. I was confused, my mind was completely blank, as if I'd forgotten the last 48 hours.

Or had it been longer?

But I did remember her, and when I looked to the side and saw her sleeping in a chair next to my bed, I calmed down a bit. She's here, which means no matter what, it's gonna be okay.

I didn't want to wake her up, I figured whatever happened must've exhausted her, so I opted to just lie back down in bed and wait. I was feeling pretty okay, besides my dry mouth, but I could live with that.

And then I coughed and woke her up. Because that's just how smooth I am when trying not to wake up the sleeping beauty I was graced with.

"Amelia!" She'd exclaimed, immediately pushing the call button for the nurses. "You're awake! How do you feel?" She asks me, her eyes so full of love and relief at my awakening.

"What happened?" I ask her "why am I in the hospital?" I wasn't sure how far back I was forgetting, but I was hoping it wasn't far.

"You don't remember?" She asks, surprised "you didn't hit your head" she looks concerned, before asking "do you remember who I am?"

It seems so foolish to me that she was worried I'd ever forget her; my head felt fine, and my heart just felt her.

I think for a moment, really contemplating between fucking with her and pretending I don't remember. It's tempting, but I'm trying so hard not to smile that it's physically painful. A lie would not be a convincing one.

So, I go with the next best thing.

"You're the love of my life"

She grins, and the dimples on her cheeks imprint themselves on my heart. I'd never get sick of that sight, not now and not ever.

"I love you" she says in a small voice, looking at me from underneath dark lashes. "I'm glad you're awake. I'm glad you're alive, fuck, Amelia, you could've died!" She exclaims, looking at me like I've got five heads. "And you don't even remember what happened?"

I shake my head. "Nope, not a clue. If someone could fill me in that would be great" I smile "for reference, the last thing I remember is having lunch with you in the cafeteria yesterday. Or, my yesterday. The last lunch I was awake for"

She rolls her eyes lovingly, a smile playing upon her pink lips as she turned to get my chart.

"What better way to fill you in than to start with surgery?" She says sarcastically. "Owen Hunt and April Kepner performed open heart surgery on you after you'd been shot by a patients father" she explains, speaking more seriously this time.

I thought for a moment, and flashes of memory came back to me. Mr. Maxwell trying to shoot Arizona, me pushing her out of the way and getting shot in the process.

"You're okay?" I ask, remembering how it sounded when I pushed her out of the way and she hit the ground. "I pushed you pretty hard, but you're okay?" I ask, wanting to make sure nothing had happened to her.