Romans & histoires Is Owen Hunt Still On Grey's Anatomy

Jim almost jumped off his chair, turning over the snacks on the table. Jim picked up the chips pieces scattered on the ground while he turned to him, still crouching down, “Do you know where Owen is…” “What?” “I mean. He’s still missing. I thought he’d crawl out of his hiding spot by now. But he didn’t. Do you reckon he went nuts after he found out this woman murdered his father?” Ryan wondered about this almost four times days after the event. Why no one found his whereabouts. What about Stephanie? She must know.

"What did you just say? What do you mean she lost her memory? You can forget about keeping your job if you keep spouting nonsense!" Owen threatened. Not far away, Owen let out a roar like a beast. He grabbed Jerry by the collar, his face contorted with rage. But Jerry remained unfazed. "Mr. Gray, calm down. What's done is done. Even if you tear this hospital apart, Ms. Houghton's memories won't return." Owen's grip loosened.

"You've been seen with her. Multiple times." The words hung in the air like a challenge. Greyson felt his jaw tighten. "I wasn't aware I needed permission to have coffee with someone." "You don't," Owen replied smoothly. "But you do need to consider the implications. The Hunters aren't just anyone, Greyson. Logan Hunter and I have a... complicated history." Meagan looked up from her tablet, suddenly interested. "What kind of history?" Owen's smile was sharp. "The kind that makes mixing business with pleasure particularly unwise."

Like this was what I was meant to do. "Mary, we need you in OR two," Dr. Stevens called out. "Ruptured spleen. Dr. Owen is scrubbing in but he requested you assist." My heart jumped. I hadn't seen Owen since we arrived at the hospital separately. We'd both been too busy dealing with the influx of patients. Now I'd be working directly with him in surgery. I scrubbed quickly and entered the operating room. Owen stood across the table, already gowned and gloved, his eyes visible above his surgical mask. Those amber eyes met mine and heat flashed between us despite the clinical setting.

Ivan withdrew his gaze, indifferent, "It's settled now. No need to dwell on it. Owen's surgery just ended. Let's go see him." Emily wiped away her tears and nodded, following him. They quickly arrived at the operation room's doors, just in time to see Haley and Alfred wheeling a still unconscious Owen to his hospital room. Emily suddenly realized something. Haley had always been sharp! If Haley found out she might be Owen's mother, with Haley's smarts, she'd surely start to suspect something... "Ivan," Emily blurted, clutching her stomach, "I guess I was so worried that the pain didn't hit me until now. I need to use the restroom..."

Declan replied. “Trust me this isn’t the end of it. We will surely get our revenge but for now no one should tell anyone what happened that night, especially to the cops. Got it?” Owen said, looking at each of them to see if his message sunk in. They were all shaking their heads like they understood him perfectly. “Yes.” “Good,” Owen said before relaxing back on the bed, nursing his wounds. Meanwhile outside the ward. “How long do you think it will take them to heal?” The officer, whose name is actually Stephen, inquired from the doctor.

Audrey Hunt, the current matriarch of the Hunt family after Old Master Hunt’s wife passed away, was also present. At the far end of the hallway stood a lone figure; he exuded coldness and aloofness at one glance. He stood away from the remaining group as if he wasn't even part of them. He was Kayden Hunt, the cursed twin and the black sheep of the Hunt family. Kayden had just returned from prison a week ago after staying there for three years. The door to the operating room finally swung open, and the family doctor, Dr. William Murphy, walked out after five hours of surgery.

I look up to see a fellow Omega with worry lines on her face. "Yes, why wouldn't I be?" I ask. "You almost killed someone in your sleep." She said. At that point my face washed with horror. I couldn't remember anything asides from my meeting with Kai. The events of the meeting seemed patched in my memory like it had happened but something was incorrect. "Are you okay?" The Omega asked once again. "I'm good." I responded shortly. "Zara Night! Report to Dr. Voss's office now." I heard Lorn, her assistant say through the speakers.

Owen paced restlessly across the hospital corridor, his hands clenched at his sides. Every few seconds, his eyes darted toward the doors where the doctor had disappeared. Vincent and Evelyn sat silently on the bench, waiting anxiously for news about Daphne. The minutes seemed to drag. Finally, the hospital doors opened, and the doctor stepped out. Everyone immediately stood. “How is she?” Owen asked. The doctor glanced at them before offering a small smile. “She is stable. But there is something you should know.”

I nearly dropped my phone when I looked over though. Instead of seeing a bashful EMT, there was Owen, leaning against the hood of the ambulance with a bouquet of flowers. He grinned and pushed himself off the red hood and gracefully sauntered over to where I stood, my jaw resting on the pavement. He reached over and gently hit the "End Call" button once he reached me, the contact bringing me out of my shock at seeing him. "What are you doing here?" My mind was spinning. This had to be a trick my brain was playing. Owen was supposed to be in New York working for Jack, not bringing me flowers at an ER in Des Moines.