It was the morning after the wedding. When I woke up I saw that I had few text messages from Jackson. When I got to work I wasn't on ortho today which I found odd but I was on Robbin's service. When she got me I went to talk with the kids parents and then we got him prepped and got him down to surgery. This kid was actually going to live. When the surgery was over Callie pulled me onto her service, there was a guy who wanted his leg to be amputated. I was just hoping that this leg was going to be a healthy one because me and Callie would not amputate it if it was. Callie and Owen filled me up to speed with everything that was happening.

"Charlie, if we admit you, if we do what you're asking us to do, the pain in your leg, there's no way of knowing if amputation will cure it." Callie said to Charlie.

"But it might." He said to her, it was one of those things that would be a mystery.

"Yes, it might." Owen said to him making Callie look at him.

"And once I get the prosthetic- -" He started before Callie cut him off.

"Um...it will be months before I can even begin fitting you with a prosthetic. Which won't feel anything like a new leg, by the way, it'll feel like five pounds of metal that hurts and pinches. And what if the Army says no, what if they don't take you back?" Callie said to him telling him how it is.

"They will. Chances are- -" He started before Callie started again.

"You really want to take that chance, Charlie? You're asking me to remove one of your limbs." Callie said to him.

"You think I don't know, you think I want to cut my leg off? Of course not. Am I sure about this? No. The only thing I'm sure about is that I'm in hell right now. That I'm sure of. I've lose everything. Everything I've worked for, everything I care about, and I traded it in for six-times-a-day pain pill habit that doesn't even work. So don't waste both our time by trying to scare me, because you don't scare me, Dr. Torres. After everything I've been through, nothing scares me. So are we gonna do this or not?" He said to Callie. This guy knew what he wanted. We left the room and all discussed about what we were going to have to do. That being amputating the leg which was of cause what Charlie wanted. We went to the station but only Owen left leaving me, George and Callie. Charlie approached us. "Dr. Torres? Dr. O'Malley? Dr. Y/l/n? I just wanted to apologize." He said to us.

"It's ok Charlie." George said to him.

"You don't have to do that." Callie said to him.

"We completely understand." I said to him with a nod.

"No, I do, 'cause you were all just trying to do your job in there, and your job is to put people back together, not take 'em apart and I get that. And I know it doesn't make sense to you that I want to go back to a place where people get hurt and die, but we're there because we're trying to help people. Save people. The same as you. It's my job. It's who I am. It's...if something happened and suddenly you couldn't be a doctor anymore, if someone told you you couldn't do it anymore, wouldn't you want to do everything you could possibly do to be a doctor again?" He asked us, that was fair point.

"I would I think." I said to him, we talked for a bit longer before he went back to his room. Me and George walked away and he said how he wanted to be a trauma surgeon in the army and I said that I would support him no matter what. We then went to prep Charlie and took him down to the OR.

"The vessels and nerves are separated." George said to us.

"Skin flap is done." Owen said to us.

"Remind me again why I'm doing this. Someone, please remind me again." Callie said to us.

"I would love to be reminded as well." I said to them all.

"You don't know what's gonna happen to this kid, how many fights he could win, how many lives he could save. If you don't do that he's never gonna get the chance. We're not doing harm. We're not hurting him. We're saving him." Owen said to us. I mean I guess he had a fair point but still.

"We're doing what he wants. It's what he wants." George said before Callie started the drill and cutting the bone. I knew she hated this but so did I. When we were done with the amputation me and Callie looked at it before disposing of what was a healthy leg. After the surgery Iz paged George whilst me and Callie spoke about what we had to do. Later that day I found out that Iz had signed a DNR and was getting a dangerous surgery done. I was now worrying for her. Who knew what could happen in such a small amount of time. I mean first we amputate a healthy leg and now Iz has a DNR. What had today come to. When shift ended I went straight home and just drank away my anger and sadness.