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When you become an intern,

there's a ceremony
where you get your white coat.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Package rustles)

Like magic...

you're a doctor.

(Locker door slams)

My parents came
to my white coat ceremony.

I can still picture them,
so happy...

so proud.

Hey, we need to get the board
together, and...

Congratulations.

They say your life
flashes before your eyes

right before you die.

The important moments.

(Thunderclap)

The moments that tested you.

The moments that made you
who you are.

April, you're getting married.

Unless I'm not.

(Curtain rings rattle)

I just heard.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

(Sniffles)

I don't know about my life
flashing before me.

I was thinking
about my white coat...

and how I'm glad
I have it on me now.

Um, will you overhead page
Richard Webber for me?

It's the moment my life started.

(Electricity crackling and popping)

Seems fitting it should be
on me when it ends.

(Water dripping)

Dr. Richard Webber,
please call the E.R.

Dr. Richard Webber,
please call the E.R.

(Siren wailing in distance)

Oh, baby's sleepin'.

Oh.
(Camera shutter clicks)

Okay, we should get started.

Um, Bailey, we have some board
business that we need to disc...

I'm not going anywhere.

Me and this baby got
Bailey business to discuss.

Don't we?
Yes, Mr. Derek Bailey Shepherd.

Yes, we do.

What does Zola think of him?

Oh, she wants to take him
to day care for show and tell.

- Where's Richard?
- I paged all the board members.

Well, Avery should be here, too.

Yeah, well, he was being
a hero last night.

He dislocated his shoulder saving
a kid from the bus crash.

What bus crash?

She had a baby.
She doesn't know things.

(Meredith)
So tell me.

A church was evacuating some people,
and their bus overturned.

Good news is, everyone survived,
and there are no major injuries.

- And the bad news?
- Everything else.

The blood bank is flooded,

and the E.R. looks like
it was ransacked.

So we need to close the E.R.?

We're dangerously low on meds.

Personnel can't make it in
due to the flooding.

So we need to close the E.R.

- Can we do that?
- But can we do that?

You are the board.

I am telling you
that E.R. cannot open today.

What do we need? I mean, I can
try to coordinate with our suppliers.

I had a baby. I'm not dead.

If they have it, then we want it.
(Fussing)

In the meantime, let's make sure
that our inpatients are taken care of

- and discharge who we can.
- Like me.

No, you just had
a major abdominal surgery.

You're gonna stay right here.

All right, airport's just reopened.
I just put Dr. Boswell in a cab.

- Who's Dr. Boswell?
- (Sighs)

She's the woman
Arizona slept with last night.

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Indistinct conversations)

What are you doing?
We're closed to incoming traumas, guys.

(April)
Tell that to them.

There was a mudslide near Madrona.

A bunch of cops and firefighters
got hurt doing evacuations.

There are also a bunch
of civilian casualties as well.

What about Seattle Pres?

They're worse off than we are.

All right, let's do it.
Help me get this sling off.

Get me every suture kit,
laceration tray,

foley,
and chest tube that you can.

- (Man) We're gonna come down.
- (Woman) We're sending a triage down.

What?

My shift is over.
I was gonna go home and go to sleep.

I'm so tired and hungry.

My teeth have stuff
growing on them, and...

(Siren wailing in distance)
(Gloves crackling)

Can you pretend you didn't
hear any of that?

Yep.
(Sighs)

(Man)
Yeah, yeah.

- (April) Coming through.
- Straight ahead.

(Panting)

Oh, wait, wait. Wait.

I'm not doing it
in an on call room.

I'm a grown-up with a house.

Your house has a tree
in the middle of it.

(Continues panting)

(Both chuckle)

Mm!

Wait, wait. Did you have sex
with Leah in here?

And Heather?

Oh, God.
I don't think I can do this.

(Exhales)

Yeah, I can.

(Panting)

(Pager chimes)

(Sighs)

No. No, no, no.

I need this.

We're here. We're ready.
Let's just do it. Two minutes.

No one's gonna die
if we don't answer our pagers

- for two minutes, right?
- Right.

Mm.

Crap!

Now I'm thinking
about dead people.

(Sighs)

Lenny Shulte,
captain of ladder company, 54.

Unconscious at the scene
with a G.C.S. of 13.

B.P.'s been constantly dropping.
Last was 85 over 60.

(Wheezing, muffled voice)
I can't... get... a...

- a good... breath.
- Increase his O2 to 10 liters.

Can you tell me if anything fell
on you, on your chest?

I don't know.

Last thing I remember, helping
the old lady out of her house.

- Did sh-she make it?
- I'll check.

5818 Shore Drive.
And my guys...

I-I got 12 guys out there.

(Coughing and spitting)

Turn him. Turn him.

(Grunts) Okay, looks like
he aspirated mud.

Let's get him
into Trauma Room One.

Let's get a chest x-ray
and start him on antibiotics. Let's go!

Go. Coming through!
(Wheels rolling)

(Sighs)

Owen and I...

Oh, you know,
I don't even know what to call it.

Ended it? Broke up?

I feel like I'm gonna die.

You always end it,
and then you start it again.

Yeah, but this is different.

Okay.

Oh, I'm gonna go to sleep.

Oh, just for, like, 20 minutes.

Okay.

Oh, Robbins cheating on Callie?

Oh!
Did not see that coming.

- I know.
- Oh.

And "Bailey" is a good name.

But two Baileys? You don't think
it's gonna be confusing?

No, because... if I say,
"Bailey peed on me,"

I think it's safe to assume
that I'm talking about my son.

Very good.
Seriously, wake me in 20?

- Okay.
- Thank you.

(Pager chiming)

(Groans loudly)

(Sighs)

I feel like I'm gonna die.

Dr. Bentley to I.C.U.
on 4 North.

Shepherd?

Yeah, Lydia Ashford.
Injuries to the upper extremities.

- My house.
- And she's worried about her house.

Wait.
Uh, 5818 Shore Drive?

- Yes. Is it gone?
- I don't know.

Uh, Karev,
Kepner's in Trauma One.

Get her to tell her patient
5818 Shore Drive made it.

Kepner!

Tell your guy 5818 is out.

I could've done that.

I'm sorry, but I need
a neuro consult in bay 7.

The guy's unconscious,
but he's stable.

Okay.

Look what I found
in outpatient surgery.

Ross, stay here.
I paged Brooks.

Have her get Mrs. Ashford
a pan scan of the head,

neck, chest, and abdomen.

- Well, I can take her.
- No, have Brooks do it.

Uh, the mayor's on the phone.

He wants to know about casualties
from the mudslide.

I told him it was soon to tell,
but he wants to hear it from you.

Okay.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Telephone rings)

Hey, um, go find Dr. Webber.

I'm supposed to give Dr. Brooks
a message from Dr. Shepherd.

Uh, is that life-threatening?

Because not having
enough general surgeons

in here right now
is life-threatening.

Go find Webber.

Oh!

Have you seen Dr. Webber?

Uh, last time I saw him
was after surgery.

He went to go check
on the generator.

Where's that?

How the hell should I know?

Lidocaine and a bunch of 4x4s.
Can you take that to hunt?

I got paged by Shepherd.

He wants you to go find Webber.

Are you sure?
He just paged me 9-1-2.

That's our special little code.

It means more emergent
than 9-1-1. Get it?

All I know is
they need Webber here,

and Shepherd wants you
to get him.

Apparently, he went to deal
with the generator.

(Exhaling)

(Inhales sharply)

And I'm walking toward the car,
and suddenly the hillside just goes...

and I'm falling.

I see my squad car
coming down on top of me,

so I managed to roll out
of the way,

but my... my leg
was caught under it.

(Inhales sharply)

(Grunts)
Can you salvage it?

I think so.
We'll get ortho down here.

I'm gonna take a look at that nasty
laceration on your neck, though.

It's a lot of embedded debris.

(Exhales)

Hey, Tilden?
Everyone make it out of the mud?

Everyone's accounted for

except Lauenstein, Phil G.,
and... Brian.

Brian's my fiancé.

Don't worry. You know him.
He's gonna be fine.

Look, he's probably
giving himself a mud facial.

You know,
look good for the wedding.

Yeah, well, if he had cold feet,
he shoulda just said so.

(Chuckles)

(Grunts)

Okay.

Dr. Webber?

(Door closes)

(Electricity crackling)

Dr. Webber!

(Electricity continues
crackling and popping)

Oh, crap. Dr. Webber!

(Electricity crackles)

(Thud)

(Crackles)

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www.addic7ed.com

Oscar Hallis. Shepherd says
he's probably concussed.

We're gonna do a head C.T.

I'm more concerned about infection.

That is a nasty cut on his leg.

Well, Dr. Wilson's irrigating it
with saline.

But we couldn't find
any bacitracin.

We're gonna hang
some ampicillin.

No ampicillin!
He's allergic to penicillin.

How do you know?

What the hell?

Military trick.

Someone
triaged him at the scene...

probably whoever dug him out.
Substitute cefazolin

and keep a close eye
for allergic reaction.

All right.
Get some cefazolin.

- We don't have it.
- Well, find it.

People, check your patients
for vitals

written in sharpie on their body.

Someone at the scene
knew what they were doing.

(Sighs) Might've just saved
this guy's life.

Oh. Sharpie here, too.

And it indicates
he's getting worse fast.

His B.P. was better in the field.
Crap.

Okay,
we need to stabilize his pelvis.

(Indistinct conversations,
equipment beeping)

Okay, you're gonna need
to pull harder.

Talk to me, Murphy.
(Gloves snapping)

Aaron Garcia. C.T. showed
an open book pelvic fracture

- on a liver lac with hemorrhage.
- Harder, Murphy.

I'm afraid if I pull too hard,
I'm gonna make it worse.

(Sighs) You can't... Move.
Can't make it worse.

It's already as bad as it can be.
(Grunts)

All right, I need to get
this guy upstairs

and put on an ex fix
immediately.

Murphy, book an O.R.
and ask Bailey to scrub in.

What do you need Bailey for?

He has a liver lac.
I need a general surgeon.

Well, I'm a general surgeon,
and it's all hands on deck...

Get me Bailey!

(Indistinct conversations)

Dr. Mahoney to the E.R.
Dr. Mahoney...

Do you have cefazolin?

Yeah,
they were hoarding it in O.B.

Bastards. Give me some.

Ahh! I'll trade you
for a chest tube.

And a granola bar.

- I don't have a granola bar.
- Liar.

You've got granola bar breath.

Do you want the cef?

- Fine!
- Yeah.

- What is going on out there?
- Huge mudslide. Gotta go.

Lot of crush injuries.
Super cute baby.

(Elevator bell dings)
I thought the E.R. was closed!

Where's Brooks?

Uh, she was busy, so I went
ahead and did the scan.

It shows a small
subarachnoid hemorrhage.

- Her exam?
- Uh, neuro checks have been stable.

Tell Brooks I want her to continue
on with q 1 hour neuro checks.

Don't argue with me.
Just find Brooks.

- Yes, sir.
- Mrs. Ashford, how are you feeling?

My house.

5818.

Crown molding in every room.

All right, right now
I'm worried about you.

Your fingers are crushed.
I need an ortho consult, please.

Okay, I need you
to look up here for me.

Crown molding in every room.

Okay.

(Panting)

Okay. How's he doing?

Captain Shulte has decreased breath sounds
on the right, worsening tachypnea

and persistent sats in the 80s.

Took me forever
to find a chest tube.

(Panting)
I need a-a list.

Who... who's still missing?

Okay, Lenny,
something in your chest cavity's

preventing you
from breathing well,

so we're gonna insert a chest tube
which should help you breathe better.

Is there anyone
that we can call for you?

Mm. Call... (Panting)
Call Marla, but...

Don't... Don't let her come up here.
Road's not safe.

- Guys, you're gonna need to go.
- All right.

- Okay. Come on.
- Hang in there, Lenny.

Okay, you're gonna feel
a little snip. Here you go.

- Got a chest tube.
- (April) Too late. Already got one.

- Okay, uh, let me help.
- Yeah.

(April) Okay.
(Snip)

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Oh! Oh, God, oh, God, it's poop!
Oh!

Oh. Oh, jeez.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.
- The tube is in a good position.

I suspect a diaphragmatic rupture.

Lenny, Lenny, I believe your colon
has been pushed up into your chest.

Now the risk of infection
is extremely high.

Now if I'm right,
we're gonna need to open you up.

All right?

(Panting)
Give me the chart, please.

All right, let's get an x-ray
and prep him for surgery.

I'll scrub in with you.
Call Bailey.

Ask her to man the E.R., please.

Go.

(Indistinct conversations)

Dr. Trask to O.R. 2.
Dr. Trask to O.R. 2.

(Radio chatter)

Dr. Bailey, um...

(Groans)
You smell like feces.

Uh, I know.

So why you standing next to me
if you smell like feces?

Um...

Dr. Hunt would like you
to take over in the E.R.

while he goes up to surgery.

Tell Dr. Hunt I'm about
to go in with... Torres

on this gentleman's broken pelvis,

so I can't man the E.R.
Where's Dr. Webber?

I don't know.

Okay, well, find him, pl...

(Raised voice) Someone needs
to find Richard Webber!

(Electricity crackling)

(Man)
Coming through.

Webber's pulse is thready.

Systolic's 80.
Brooks has massive head trauma.

Pupils are unresponsive.

(Monitor beeping erratically)

Let's get her on her side.

Ready?
Move over here. 1, 2, 3, go.

(Strained voice)
Get her for a C.T. Ross?

Ross! Let's go. Go!

(Monitor beeping rapidly)

V-tach. Um, give me one of epi.
Come on. Come on.

Charge to 120.
(Defibrillator whines)

Got it.
(Beeps)

Clear.

(Paddles thump, whines)

Okay, charge to 200. Clear.
(Beeps, paddles thump)

(Cristina)
Charge to 200.

Clear.
(Paddles thump)

I know you guys are freaked out,

but we have patients,
so you need to focus.

Figure out who Ross and Brooks
were covering.

Uh, Ross was doing neuro checks
on Crown Molding...

so I can take over those.

Allergic guy is awake,
and his head C.T. came back clear.

Last time I checked his B.P.,
it was good, like, uh,

like... 115 over... 70.
I wrote it down somewhere.

What the hell?

Well, the electronic charts
are still down...

(Miranda)
Let's charge him again.

(Cristina)
Clear!

(Paddles thump)

Give him another epi.

Come on.

Oscar, I'm Dr. Karev.

Glad you're awake.
Your head C.T. is clear,

and we're gonna have plastics
sew up your leg.

- Awesome.
- All right. B.P. looks good. 115 over 85.

Our electronic charts are down.

- Hope you don't mind a temporary tattoo.
- Go for it, doc.

I already got one.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

(Wheels rolling)

(Man) I'm gonna scrub in.
They wanna take me back.

(Woman speaks indistinctly)

Look, I know Heather's a friend,

and if you need more time,
I can...

No. I'm... I'm fine.

Good.
Go help prep the patient.

(Door slides open)

(Door slides closed)

I know that you wanted Bailey,
but she's working on Richard.

(Door closes)

(Sighs)

- Callie, we should...
- Should what?

Not sleep with other people?
Respect our wedding vows?

We should put our problems
aside right now,

- because this guy deserves that.
- (Scoffs)

Well, thank God you found them,
Ross.

Let's just hope
you found them in time.

Damn it. Subdural.

Oh, God.

Let's go.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)

Line's in. Swan, please.

Okay, let's hook him back up.

Labs.

Okay, uh, troponin?

Elevated at 4.

- Hmm. Crit?
- Fine at 40.

Potassium's 4.5. Bicarb 18.
Everything else is normal.

- Lactate.
- 2.

No, that... that can't be right.
He should be acidotic.

- His girth is increasing as we stand here.
- Look, it says...

I know what it says,
but it's wrong. Redo it.

(Monitor beeping erratically)

All right, uh,
charge again to 200.

(Whines)

Clear.

Karev? What's going on
with Richard?

Uh, echo shows very little heart activity,
and C.V.P.'s elevated.

Yang's about to set up
for a balloon pump.

All right, well, if we're
sending him up to surgery,

let's make sure we have
an adequate blood supply

- for transfusion.
- On it.

If... if you need to go deal
with more dire patients,

I get it. Go. I'm fine.

Actually, you're not, Sasha.
It's important that we

go ahead and debride
and clean out this wound

as soon as possible
to prevent infection.

Sasha...

Are you supposed to be
walking around in that thing?

I can't sit still.

I'm waiting on plastic surgery
to sew me up.

That's this guy.

You mind if I, uh,
if I sit here?

(Sighs)

(Groans)

That kinda looks like
Brian's handwriting.

Yeah, I know. My glasses
got knocked off in the slide.

I could barely see a thing,
but it could've been.

But was it his voice?

I can't remember.
I'm sorry, Sash.

I was kinda out of it,
you know?

(Gasps)
I'm sorry.

Just a little discoloration
in the tissue.

I'd like to run a few tests

just to make sure
there's nothing to worry about.

I'm just gonna numb you up,
okay?

(Whispers)
Yeah. Go ahead.

(Normal voice) I'm telling you,
that's his writing.

We need blood, Mer.
There's no time to screen, type, or cross.

All right?
I need all the O-neg I can get.

Okay, but wait.
Tell me what's going on?

And staff.
Lab techs, scrub nurses.

I need E.T.A.s on when you can
get people in here.

Page me when you can.

- Alex, pick up the baby.
- Mer, I don't have time.

Alex. Pick up my baby.

(Baby fusses)

(Sighs)

(Continues fussing)

No, the baby is for you,

so that you can stop
freaking out.

Now just relax and tell me
what's going on.

(Telephone rings)

Webber and Brooks are down.
They were electrocuted.

It's bad, but we're... we're...
we're... we're dealing with it.

I just need you to get
on the phone

and help us
get those supplies, okay?

Okay. Okay.

Here.

Your turn not to freak out.

- Okay, forceps.
- Metz.

I have a status update
on Dr. Webber.

Dr. Yang is attempting
to place a balloon pump,

but he keeps coding.

She's placing one bedside
without fluoro?

She could rupture his aorta.

Do you want me to get Dr. Yang
on the phone?

You just said she's threading
a balloon pump.

- She is, but...
- Then how is she gonna talk on the phone?

- I didn't... mean...
- Retract her.

- Oh, no. No, no, no.
- Okay, let's run the bowel.

- The abdomen's fully contaminated.
- Just run the bowel.

We're gonna resect this
and get out of here.

Let's get ready to pack him.

Come on, Lenny.

(Indistinct conversations in distance)

It's too quiet.

Talk.

Y-you're doing good.

You... are not going to
rupture the aorta

because you...
are Cristina Yang.

Attach this to the console.

(Monitor beeping rhythmically)
You are the star of your class.

I always knew it.
I said it to anyone who'd ask...

"Look out for Cristina Yang."
I-I said it to Webber.

(Voice breaking)
"Cristina Yang is good.

"Cristina Yang would not
rupture an aorta.

Cristina Ya..."

(Beeping steadily)

Oh, God, you did it.

(Steady beeping continues)

Oh, dear lord.
He has a steady heartbeat.

(Crying) Oh, praise Jesus.
You didn't rupture his aorta.

Secure this device
and get him up to the I.C.U.

We just bought him some time.

(Breathing heavily)

Oh.

Hug me back, Cristina Yang.

I know you are not a hugger,
but right now

I need you to hug me back.

(Cries)

(Exhales deeply)

Hey, Mrs. Ashford.

Did you find out?

Press against my hands
with the bottoms of your feet.

- Find out what?
- About my house.

It has the most beautiful
crown moldings.

Now with your hands.

I'm sorry. I haven't had time
to ask about your house.

How's your vision?

- Any blurriness?
- My vision?

(Click)
I don't care about my...

S-stop.

Stop this nonsense.

Just call somebody, please.
Find out about my house.

Ma'am, this isn't nonsense.
I'm trying to help you,

and I have about
20 other patients,

so checking on your house
is the last thing

on my mind right now.
People got injured badly,

so you need to stop
worrying about your house,

and you need to tell me
if you are experiencing

any blurriness of vision.

His lactate is 6.

6?

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Uh, he has an acute abdomen.
Get me an O.R. and a good staff.

I'll take, uh, Linda,
if she's available. Norman.

- Are you out of your mind?
- Norman's M.I.A.

- Okay, Anna, then.
- I'll make some phone calls.

You're not opening him up.

The electrical injury

may have caused
intra-abdominal tissue damage

and likely progressing
because of his heart failing.

He barely tolerated
the balloon pump.

I need to get in there
and debride the dead tissue.

There's no way his heart
can handle the anesthesia.

His lactate is 6.

He needs sustained cardiac I.C.U.

He's gonna die if we don't
do anything.

We're not doing nothing.

We're gonna let
the balloon pump work...

- I am the attending.
- ...and keep his fluids tight.

You are a fellow.
I make the decisions here.

Well, I own this hospital.
You work for me.

He's bleeding through the packing,
and there's still stool coming out.

Damn it. We need to take it out
and resect more intestines.

How's his I.N.R.?

The last one was 6.

Okay, give him factor VII,
F.F.P.s and platelets.

- Faster, Kepner.
- He's having arrhythmias.

- Talk to me.
- Uh... I can't get a pulse.

(Monitor beeping rapidly)
I think he's in P.E.A.

Starting compressions.

(Grunts)

(Derek) I know this is difficult,
but Brooks is our patient.

I'm telling you this
to remind you to be her doctor,

not her friend right now.

There are decisions to be made
in there

that will affect not only
her ability to be a surgeon...

her speech, her ability to function,
her life.

But those decisions
are ultimately mine.

I will not make them lightly.

(Sighs)
But I will make them quickly,

and you need to do exactly
as I say. No questions.

Can you do that?

I think so.

That's not good enough.

Yes, sir.
I-I can do it, sir.

(Water running)

(Faucet turns off)

(Water drains)

(Rustling)
I'll take this to the labs,

and Dr. Avery will let you know
the results.

Thank you.

Hey. Heard you were looking
for this guy.

(Gasps, voice breaking)
Brian!

I was so worried. Get over here
and give me a kiss, you jerk.

Baby, I'm all muddy.

- I don't care.
- Are you okay?

Mmm.

I knew that was your handwriting.

What are you talking about?

On Oscar.

- Didn't you pull him out?
- No.

Someone triaged a bunch of guys
at the scene

and wrote vitals down
with a sharpie.

Yeah, I wish that was me.

I was just sitting
in an air pocket,

twiddling my thumbs.

Uh, I actually think I'm having
some trouble moving.

- I think I broke some ribs.
- Let's get those checked out.

Yeah.

Um, I heard Lenny was in surgery.
How's he doing?

I don't know.

His P.H. is down to 7.12.
(Monitor beeping erratically)

Come on, Lenny.

He's been down 20 minutes.

Did you say "yes"?

Sir?

To Matthew.

I helped with his proposal.

Oh, uh, yeah.
Yes. I said "yes."

Good.

I like him.
He's a good guy.

I mean, these guys...

these first responders...
they're all good guys.

Hate to give up.

(Erratic beeping continues)

(Flatlines)

(Exhales deeply)

(Under breath)
Damn it, Lenny.

(Telephone ringing,
receiver picks up)

(Sighs)

Time of death... 1556.

It's Dr. Karev. The firefighters
are asking for an update.

(Sighs)

Chaplain's on his way
to tell Marla and the girls.

She's gonna wanna come in

and see him.

Absolutely.

Let's bring her in.
Full lights and sirens.

On it.

(Sasha)
Lauenstein's still missing.

We gotta bring him back.
We gotta do that for Lenny.

If I could walk,
I'd be out on that pile.

(Pager chimes)

(Whispers)
Excuse me.

Kelly clamp.

Suction.

Guys, he's almost lost
his entire blood volume.

- If you don't get control up there...
- It's already done.

I controlled the bleeding
using a pringle maneuver.

Wow. Cool.

Don't be so impressed.
It's fairly standard.

Yeah, I know,
but you did it so well.

(Huffs)
I was wrong before, Murphy,

when I implied that Dr. Robbins
wasn't a real general surgeon.

She is. She's an excellent
general surgeon.

It's okay. We've all said things
that we shouldn't have.

(Sighs)
Oh, Owen.

Owen, no.
You're not gonna "Owen" this.

No personal relationships.
This is professional.

- This is Dr. Hunt.
- What is going on?

Dr. Webber has an acute abdomen.

- He needs surgery.
- He barely survived the balloon pump.

- His lactate is 6...
- And holding.

So what if it's holding?
Something is dead inside of him.

- It's not gonna get undead.
- It is way too risky, and you know it.

I would rather take the risk

than just wait for what we know
is gonna kill him.

Stop, stop. What does
his healthcare directive say

about extraordinary measures?

(Door creaks open)

Whoa. I smell dead people.

Oh, and spiders.
Dead people killed by spiders.

Okay, let's find his personnel file.
(Electricity surging)

(Drawer clatters)

Oh! Okay, I, uh, got it.

"Webber."

Oh, no.

What, he doesn't have
a healthcare directive?

No. He has one.

I don't understand.

Richard designated you as
his medical power of attorney.

But he can't make me
next of kin

- without talking to me first.
- He did.

After Adele died,
he revised his directive.

- But...
- Meredith, I know this is a shock,

but we don't have much time.

Right now you need to make
a decision.

- His heart is too weak, Meredith.
- His heart can take it.

You trust me, right?
You named your baby after me.

No personal relationships.

The amount of electricity
he had in his body

should have killed him
instantly,

but it didn't, which tells me
that the heart damage

- isn't as bad as you think.
- He coded four times.

- And we got him back!
- Oh, and now you just sound idiotic.

Ah-ah! Dr. Yang!

No, seriously.
You sound like a family member

who googled "electrocution"

and is trying
to remain optimistic.

Well, I am optimistic.

Well, Richard should have made
Bailey his family member,

- because that is how she's acting.
- I wish he would've.

Well, he didn't.
He put Meredith down.

Why would he do that?

And she knows as well as I do
that electric shock

can cause death of tissues
which could start a whole

inflammatory cascade unless
I debride what's been damaged.

Well, he'll have to handle it
for a day to let his heart rest.

- And then...
- He can't handle it?

Okay, now you sound like
an idiot.

Letting that tissue die
is like taking a gun

- and killing him.
- Why wouldn't he tell me?

I don't know, but he didn't.

And it's on you,
so you have to decide, Mer.

Yes. Meredith, please.

(Derek)
Damn it.

Just damn it.

- It's massive.
- But we can just evacuate it, right?

- It doesn't change our plan?
- Do what we can and hope for the best.

Can you see her vital signs?

Yeah. Bad.

At least Shane's happy.

Heather's out
of the competition.

That was mean...
even for you.

It was a joke.
I'm trying to lighten the mood.

- Our friend is dying.
- You don't even like her.

- Oh, my God.
- Just ignore her, Steph.

Well, she usually does.

(Sighs)
We should get back.

- I like Heather.
- I know.

You know what I was thinking
before you guys came in here?

(Sighs) I was thinking
I wish my mother were here

to see my kids.

I was wondering if she'd
make a good grandmother.

But you know what that is?

That's delusional thinking.

Because my mother would make
a horrible grandmother,

because she was
a horrible mother.

So... I'm delusional
and hormonal.

And I can't trust
my delusional thoughts.

I have to rely on the labs.

So we need to run
the lactate again,

and if it's above 6,
we're going to do the surgery.

And if it's not, we're not.

(Woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)

Hey, where's Brian?

- Who's Brian?
- (Sighs) Bed three.

- Broken ribs.
- Dead fiancé.

- Oh! Him.
- Mm-hmm.

Um, he left. One of his friends
is still missing.

(Sighs)

All right.
Uh, listen up, guys.

You wanna do something for your
friends that are hurt?

- How about donating some blood?
- We can do that.

Just line up behind these doctors,
and they're gonna help you out.

That way, they're tied to the table
and they can't take off.

Okay.

(Men speak indistinctly)

(Siren wailing in distance)

I'll give some blood.

I'll help the blood bank staff
get set up.

- Were you out at the pile?
- Yeah.

Do you know if 5818 Shore Drive
is still standing?

It's my patient's house,
and she's worried.

Sharpie lady's here?

Sharpie lady?

I was evacuating her
when the mudslide happened,

and she runs back in her house.

I lose it on her,
'cause I'm thinking

she's looking for her wallet
or something,

and I'm like,
"Lady, that crap can be replaced."

And she comes running out
with a sharpie

and immediately starts
digging guys out

and taking their vitals.

That's why her fingers
are crushed.

I feel kinda bad
for yelling at her.

(Whispers)
Yeah.

(Sighs)
What's wrong?

Crown Molding's a badass.

(Fussing)

Yeah. Oh. Okay.

Hi.

I was just thinking about

when Richard caught me
living in the limb room.

I was a resident.

Before George. Anyway...
I was in there one night,

and he... Richard walked in on me
dancing in my underwear. (Chuckles)

(Laughs)
I was so embarrassed.

I mean... he was the Chief.

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Are you okay?

No. No, I'm...

No, I don't dance
in my underwear anymore.

(Paper rustles)

Lactate's 9.

Go.

(Paper rustles)

(Cristina)
Hey.

You agree with
Meredith's decision?

I think it was a coin toss.

- You gonna be in there with Bailey?
- Yeah.

Okay,
if he has abnormal bleeding,

give him factor VII.
He responds to it well.

And make sure his pulses
are checked hourly.

That is really important.
You wanna write that down?

- No, I think I...
- Let me put that in your phone.

(Buttons clicking)
(Sighs)

(Elevator bell dings)
You're a challenging person.

(Elevator doors open)
I know.

(Indistinct conversations)

(Button clicks)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Radio chatter)

The swelling is bad.

Shepherd's had to open up
a bigger chunk of her skull.

There's no way
she's getting out of this

without major deficits.

What are you doing?

- Heather's hemorrhaging.
- Yeah, I heard.

- She could die.
- All right, look, don't go there.

She's my age, my class.

Her locker's right next to mine.
I use her deodorant

without telling her,
and she could die.

I know. It sucks.

It all sucks.

(Exhaling)

(Breathing heavily)

Mm. Wait, wait. This is bad.
We shouldn't.

Yeah.

- But I want to.
- Okay.

Wait.

Did you have sex with any
of my friends in this closet?

Uh...

Okay. No. This isn't happening.
I gotta go.

Wh...

Oh.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was just gonna get
some lidocaine,

but I'm not gonna slip
on a used condom, am I?

- Screw you.
- Yeah.

Did you hear the news about me
being a big slut got out?

Yeah.

(Sighs)
It's mortifying.

But, you know, I mean,
I think that...

I think that
we're gonna be okay.

You know, I-I think... I think
it's gonna make us stronger.

(Opens drawer)
You know, like a bone.

(Closes drawer) You know,
sometimes you... you have to...

you have to break it in order
for it to heal correctly.

(Closes drawer) And I think
that maybe Callie and I...

(Sighs) That's what
I was gonna tell Callie.

Like, um, an ortho metaphor?

What do you think?

I think you should stick
to "I'm sorry I'm such a slut."

Yeah. Good call.

(Indistinct conversations,
siren wailing in distance)

Hey, Mrs. Ashford.

You wanna press against my hands
with the bottoms of your feet?

I heard you're kind of a hero.

(Wheezing)

Oh, my God. Okay.

- Mrs. Ashford.
- (Gasping)

I could use some help over here!

You're gonna be good, Dougie.
You're gonna be fine.

Douglas Lauenstein,
multiple crush injuries,

B.P. 105 over 72.

Get him up to Trauma 3.
Where do you think you're going?

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Sash, we got him.

He was still in the rig.

Is he gonna be okay?

Yeah, he's gonna be okay,
but I gotta head back out.

We're trying to stabilize the area,
make sure we don't lose any more houses.

You're not going anywhere.
You're still bleeding.

- Well, just patch me up.
- No, I already did that.

Well, maybe this guy can help.

All right, Sasha, we just
got your studies back,

and this is necrotizing fasciitis.

It is aggressive,

and we need to get you up
to surgery right away.

How... how did I...

Uh, the water and the mud
that you were stuck in.

Both of those are breeding grounds
for this type of bacteria.

- Well, wait...
- It's a flesh-eating bacteria, all right?

What's most important is that

we get her prepped and ready
right away. Let's go.

A doctor puts on his white coat
to save lives,

defy death,
but once he takes it off,

he's vulnerable,

just like anybody else.

(Siren wailing)

Human.

(Wailing continues)

(Door opens, radio chimes)

(Radio chatter)

Ma'am...

I'm Dr. Kepner.

I worked on your husband.

Would you like to see him?

Okay.

We're all gonna die.

We don't get much say
over how or when.

His ring.

Thought you'd want it back.

I'm so, so sorry.

But we do get to decide
how we're gonna live.

So do it.

Decide.

Is this the life you want to live?

Is this the person
you want to love?

Is this the best you can be?

Can you be stronger?

Kinder?

(Meredith sighs)
Be a good friend.

Tell me I made the right decision.

More compassionate?

You made the right decision.

(Whooshing) Oh, damn it.
There's blood in the temporal horn.

I'm gonna have to do
a temporal lobectomy.

Dr. Shepherd.

She'll have motor
and memory deficits if you...

I'm trying to save her life.

This is my fault.

(Sighs)
Shane.

No, I did this.

You didn't do anything.
This is not your fault.

This just happened.

Now I can't have you in here
if you can't hold it together.

Can you be in here?

Decide.

Yeah.

Dissectors.

Breathe in.

Tell me again.

Breathe out.

You made the right decision.

And decide.

10 blade.

(Squish, monitor beeping steadily)

The waiting can kill you.

(Monitor beeping steadily,
air whooshes in pump)

You make a decision,

and then the world has to turn.

(Monitor beeping steadily,
suction gurgling)

The consequences unfold...

out of your hands.

There's only one thing
that seems clear...

in those quiet moments
while you wait.

Whatever you chose was wrong.

- You think he put you in his will?
- No.

Next of kin.

- Maybe you get the house.
- I have a house.

Well, you can give me his house.
I mean, I could use a house.

He's not my father.
I've been telling him this for years.

He just feels guilty

because he busted up
my parents' marriage.

- That's not my problem.
- It is now.

Yeah, I mean, sticking me
with his end of life care...

doesn't ask,
doesn't give me an out...

- That's real love.
- Well, it sounds like family to me.

Maybe he is your father.
Banged your mom enough.

Did they know each
other before you were born?

They met when I was 3.

Mm-hmm. Yeah.
That's what they told you.

(Magazine rustles)
I gotta get back to the E.R.

(Rings and vibrates)

Ow. Oh, no, no.
Let me get it.

This is Yang.

And how about Brooks?

(Elevator bell dings,
indistinct conversations)

Hey.

I know. I'm fine.

Hey, look. I need to run
to my nec fasc surgery.

- He's in cardiogenic shock.
- No.

Bailey feels like there's likely
some internal necrosis.

So she took him up to the O.R.

- With this kind of cardiac compromise?
- Yeah... and she...

- Unh-unh.
- She... mom. Mom?

Look...

(Monitor beeping erratically)

I need Hunt in here.

- I can try to...
- Now!

Ready? Go. Two, three...

(Monitor continues beeping erratically)

Bowels are completely clean.

Should we recheck the pelvis?

I have, four times.

(Slaps intercom) What the hell
do you think you're doing...

cutting open a man
in cardiogenic shock

with nothing on his C.T.?

There's dead tissue
somewhere inside him.

I'd like to find it
before it kills him.

He can't handle this stress
until his cardiac status is stabilized!

Get him off that table!

Lap pad, please.

- Dr. Hunt!
- Dr. Avery, I'm gonna have to ask you

to keep it down
while we're doing our work.

(Monitor beeping erratically)

Huh, there's a surprise for you.

Pressure's dropping.
Is his dopinine maxed out?

- Yeah, it's at 20.
- Close the patient!

Come on.
Where are you?

Dr. Hunt!
Brooks is crashing.

Bailey, he's having runs of v-tach.

(Muffled voice)
Close... him... up!

(Monitor continues beeping erratically)

Closing.

- Can you get by without me?
- Just go.

(Monitor emitting continuous tone)

(Breathing heavily)

(Exhales deeply)

Hey, how's it going
with Brooks?

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You gotta drink the juice, man.

You give us half your blood
and head back to the pile,

you're gonna pass out.
(Slurps)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Voice breaking)
Heather didn't make it.

Come on.

(Sheet rustles)

(Sighs)

I'm gonna give the interns
the rest of the night off.

Can you give me a hand
if there's anything they drop?

Of course.

I'm so sorry about Heather.

(Whispers)
Yeah.

Dr. Hunt, Lydia's desatting,

decreased breath sounds
on the left.

- Wha...
- Sharpie lady.

Should I throw in a chest tube?

Dr. Yang is gonna
take over that case.

Why?
I can handle a chest tube.

Oh, my God.

I got a woman
with necrotizing fasciitis,

and the interns aren't operating.

- So can you...
- Of course.

Well, she's already on the table,

and the anesthesiologists
are lining her up.

- Be ready in ten.
- Okay. Hey...

It's just terrible.

(Voice breaking)
Jackson.

(Lowered voice)
Oh, hey. I'm sorry.

And what about Richard?

Still critical,

but his pressure stabilized
once Bailey closed.

So Bailey closed
because his vitals tanked

or because Catherine Avery
was in the gallery screaming?

Oh, Derek.

(Telephone rings in distance)

You heard about Brooks?

(Exhales deeply)

I can't believe it.

(Sighs)

Can we have a conversation?

Not now.

I know you're mad.

And telling everyone...
I guess...

I deserved that.

- But if we could just...
- I said not now.

(Man)
Hey, it's right behind me!

Are you headed back out?

(Siren wailing in distance)

Be careful, okay?

It was Avery, right?

He's the guy that you...

(Sighs) I get it.
He's a good-looking guy.

- Practically runs the hospital.
- Matthew...

and I proposed to you
in front of a hundred people.

I didn't really give you
the opportunity to say "no."

So...

Did you want to say "no"?

(Vehicle door opens)

(Door closes)

(Siren wailing in distance)

(Keys jangle)

Callie?

(Clanks, keys clatter)

Callie?

(Crib scrapes floor)

Callie?!

We got the clot out,
but there was just so much swelling.

- (Fusses)
- Couldn't get it to stop.

Did you tell her family?

Yeah, I had someone
call her mom when we found her

and tell her that she was injured.

She's coming down
from someplace in Oregon.

I just didn't want to tell her
when she was still on the road.

Okay, so you need to go
to the day care

and pick up Zola
because she's gonna think

we had a baby
and forgot about her.

I'll call the babysitter
and tell her

to meet you at the house
in an hour.

And you should tell the interns

to hang out and wait
till Heather's mom arrives.

(Cries)

Give me the baby.

(Whispers)
Okay.

(Fussing)

I know.

(Breathing heavily)
(Rail clacks)

(Velcro rips)

That is a lot of blood.

- Should I book an O.R.?
- No, not yet.

We'll monitor her
for the next couple of hours

and then decide.

(Pants)
My... my house.

Ma'am, you've lost
quite a lot of blood.

You should rest.

I-I wouldn't worry about
the house right now.

Oh.
(Inhales deeply)

You can't scream at my doctors...

I can't believe you let her talk you
into a boondoggle like that.

Dr. Avery,
if you have any issues with...

Does he know why you cut open
a man in severe cardiac distress

just so you could poke around
and see what's going on?

- We looked at all of the options.
- Tell him.

You tell him you feel guilty

because the last thing
Richard Webber heard from you

is that he's a drunk
who ruined your life.

After all he's done for you.

We talk on the phone
for an hour every night.

It came up.

You feel bad, go find a priest.

But do not try to fix it
with a Hail Mary

that very well
may kill the man!

I want access to his charts...
(whispers) right now.

I'll be back in about an hour.

Heather's mother
won't probably be here yet,

but if she is,
uh, someone stay with her

- until I get back.
- We don't tell her, do we?

No, I will.

Just think of some
good Heather stories.

Once she knows,

she's gonna want to know
that she died among friends.

- Who's gonna wait?
- I can't. She'll see it in my face.

What the hell is his problem?
It's not like they were friends.

- I am not waiting with her alone.
- I'm not either.

Okay. Nobody goes.
We all wait.

Now go find Shane and tell him
we're doing this together.

What are you, my mother?
You find him.

(Telephone rings in distance)

Yes, yes, yes.

- (Cristina) Hey.
- Can you watch her for a minute?

- Yeah.
- I need to get my laptop.

Come here.
(Speaks indistinctly)

What's going on?

My wife's an S-L-U-T.

Sofia and I are
spending the night at a hotel.

(Sofia babbles)
A-and then what?

(Sighs) I don't know.
Okay, I'll be right back.

(Sofia babbles)

We're gonna let her
stay at a hotel?

So is this the woman
whose fiancé is also a firefighter,

- but they couldn't find him for a while?
- (Sighs, whispers) Yep.

(Normal voice)
Forceps.

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Wow, this wound is really deep.

To get good margins,
we're gonna have to...

I got it.

(Keys jangling)
You are one sleepy girl.

I'm gonna get you
to bed right now. (Grunts)

(Voice breaking) Um...
I was gonna go to a hotel.

(Sniffles) But Mer said
I should come here.

Well, I guess I should have
read those five text messages.

(Sobbing)
I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
Sofia's asleep in Zola's bed...

I-I can move her.
he...

She probably won't wake up.

- (Sobbing continues)
- Yeah, okay.

(Keys jangle)

Catherine may be right.
I mean, it's possible

I'm too close to this
to see it clearly.

Am I supposed to be
seeing this clearly?

(Monitor beeping steadily)

Well, Yang was advocating for
a more conservative approach.

I guess that's what we go with.

Catherine's reviewing his chart...

labs, I don't know.

If she wants to make the decisions,

then maybe she should.

- (Woman) Here you go.
- Thanks.

Hey, how is she doing?

Well, I-I put in the chest tube.
(Pen clicks)

One of her broken ribs
sliced into her lung.

So, I mean, she put out
a lot of blood.

- We're watching her.
- Okay.

How are you?
(Exhales deeply)

(Scoffs)
Fabulous.

Yeah.

(Telephone ringing in distance)
What?

Nothing.

- What?
- I-I just...

(Chuckles)

I wish I had known
it was gonna be

the last time
you and I were together.

I would have done things
a little differently.

Well, was the last time bad?

No, the last time was Wednesday,

when we knocked that plate
off the counter,

and I spent half the night
pulling shards of glass

- out of your foot.
- That was not the last time.

- Yeah.
- It was?

Mm-hmm. Not our best work.

Well, that's awful.

After the kind of run we had...

It's just a shame.

♪ The kind that tears you up ♪

Shameful.

♪ Alter the lies ♪

♪ Could we open the night? ♪

♪ The signs are screaming at us ♪

♪ The signs are screaming ♪

♪ Sad, but we will break it ♪

♪ Oh, I don't wanna leave you now ♪

♪ Oh, I don't wanna
leave you now, oh ♪

Everyone I love either
cheats on me or dies.

Callie...

Or cheats on me and dies.

- George did both.
- Arizona's not gonna die.

Yeah, that doesn't make me
feel any better.

(Glass clatters,
bottle scrapes table)

(Whiny voice) Ugh. I'm sorry.
I'm drinking all your wine.

You should be drinking
all your wine

after what you went through
tonight with Heather and...

(Clicks tongue, sobs)
And Richard, oh, my God!

Why is everything so horrible?

Please, it's okay.
Go ahead.

It's all yours.

(Sniffles)
Yeah?

- Yeah. Please.
- Okay.

(Gulping loudly)

I'll open another bottle.

Just page her!

I can't page someone 9-1-1
without the name of the patient...

When Dr. Torres calls in,
she'll expect to know who...

No, there's no patient.
Just page her.

We can't page 9-1-1
without a patient emergency.

Look at me. Does it look like
this is not an emergency?

Hey, hey!
What's going on?

- (Pants)
- What's going on?

- I need you to page Callie 9-1-1.
- Why?

Because she took off
with my baby,

and I don't know where,

and when I call her,
she doesn't pick up.

- All right, did she maybe...
- No, just do it!

(Cell phone beeps)

So we were able to remove
all of the necrotic tissue,

but the labs suggest

that your organs
are beginning to fail.

Well, is there anything
that you can do?

Well, we're giving you
some powerful antibiotics.

And we're hoping that
that stops the process.

- But...
- But I might not make it.

We are going to do everything
that we possibly can.

Bri...

We want to get married now.

Right now.
No matter what happens,

we want to be married.

We need a chaplain.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

- (Bailey coos)
- Hey, Bailey.

(Normal voice)
Arizona is in the lobby

- screaming at nurses.
- Why?

'Cause she has no idea
where Callie is...

or the baby.

Oh, well, you need to tell her
they're at my house.

- Ha!
- Callie's not a battered woman.

We're not harboring her until
she gets a restraining order.

She just wants some space.

But you don't think
Arizona's called her,

like, 300 times?

If Callie wanted her
to know where she was,

she'd have...
she'd have told her.

You think it's okay that Arizona
doesn't know where her baby is?

- She's Sofia's mom, too.
- They're both our friends.

You know,
we shouldn't take sides.

It's not taking sides to tell
Arizona where her kid is.

Oh, you think
that's how it's gonna go?

Mnh-mnh.

What happened to your hair?

She wasn't funny funny,
but she was weird funny.

We're not saying that to her mom.

Hmm.

(Locker door opens)

Remember when she swallowed
that marble?

We could talk about that.

Her mom knows
she swallowed a marble, idiot.

You know what?

When you have a better idea,
you let me know.

You were her roommate.

How do you not have
a single nice story about her?

She took my white sweater
and returned it pink.

She left the apartment
without waking me up

when we both had rounds,
which she knew about and said,

"I didn't want to bother you.
You looked so peaceful."

She'd drink all the milk

and return the empty carton
back in the fridge.

Then why are you
all red-eyed and puffy?

We weren't soul mates.

It doesn't mean I wanted her dead.

(Indistinct conversations in distance)

(Sighs)

(Locker door opens)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Telephone ringing in distance)

- What's going on with the baby?
- Oh, nothing. He's fine.

- They have him in the nursery.
- Oh. Oh. I thought...

- I thought something happened.
- No, no.

I paged you because
I wanted to let you know

that Callie and Sofia are going
to stay at my place tonight.

I think she just needs
some space.

She needs to cool off.
And... I know

you're not gonna go
run over there or anything,

but I just thought
you would like to know

- that she and the baby are...
- Arizona.

(Elevator bell dings)
Arizona?!

- Is "I told you so" inappropriate?
- Shut it.

(Thunder rumbling)

Come on.
What about... Hassan?

He's out at the pile, too?

You realize they can't all be
out at the damn pile.

No, I don't care
what religion they are.

Just give me somebody...
anybody that can officiate this...

Yeah, as a member of the board,
I'm gonna say

you want to stay away
from phrases like,

"Even a catholic."

Yeah.

All right, uh,
just call me back.

(Telephone receiver clatters)

How is Richard?

Hanging by a thread.
Thank you very much.

You gonna scream at me,
too, now?

I heard you already
had a go at Hunt and Bailey.

I just wanna know what in God's name
was going on through your head...

Stop!

You are terrified.
I get that.

You love him.

And you are as scared
as you have ever been.

Marching through this hospital
telling everybody they are incompetent

is not gonna fix that situation.

(Sighs)

We are all doing our best.

And we are gonna
take good care of him.

And we... are gonna
take good care of you.

Okay?

Oh.

(Sighs)

As soon as he's stable...

- Yeah.
- As soon as the storm passes,

I'm going to move him
to another hospital.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

Visitor Carol Erdman,
return to the admit desk.

Visitor Carol Erdman,
return to the admit desk.

I'm gonna do a thoracotomy
on Lydia.

Just waiting for an O.R.
to open up.

Okay.

(Clears throat)

So thanks for... before.

"Thanks"?

Are you gonna send a card
on pretty stationery?

- I'm just glad...
- Mm-hmm.

...that we've given each other
a better last memory.

Uh-huh.

(Telephone ringing in distance)

What?

I don't know.

If we'd really
thought it through,

then for the last time
we'd have...

What?

(Whispers indistinctly)

(Elevator bell dings)

♪ Drinking a German beer ♪

♪ With a Cuban cigar ♪

♪ In the middle of Paris
with a Dominican bar ♪

Is he in there?

- I can't see anything.
- Keep your voices down. She's sleeping.

- No, she's not.
- Oh. Sorry, um,

- we were just looking for Dr. Shepherd.
- He's not here.

He'll be back.
He went to take Zola home.

What do you need?

He asked us to come up
with something nice to say

about Heather to her mom
for after she knows.

We're having trouble
coming up with

- something that's appropriate.
- We were thinking if we looked at

some of the cases she worked on
with Dr. Shepherd,

we could talk about those.

Her mother is not gonna give a crap
about her glioblastoma.

She wants to hear about
how you loved her

and how she was like your family.

Nothing?

Doesn't have to be deep.

When my friend George died,
I told his mother a story

about how he stole us all
jell-o cups.

And then he dropped them
all over the floor

and made a huge mess.

And then he tried
to clean it up

with those blue bed pads,
which only made it worse

because, of course,
those blue bed pads

aren't absorbent at all.

It's not a sonnet,
but it made her smile.

And then she went back
to crying.

(Sighs)
Okay.

(Normal voice)
Asleep?

What do you think?

My mother's planning on moving
Richard to another hospital.

- What?
- I know.

I know you weren't sure
about how to handle

Richard's medical decisions,
but I'm just telling you,

you turn the reins over to her,

that's exactly what
she's gonna do with them.

Okay...
Get me a wheelchair.

(Chuckles) You just had
a splenectomy and a child.

I'm not putting you
in a wheelchair.

Jackson,
just get me a wheelchair.

There are no chaplains
anywhere in the building.

Everyone is out
dealing with storm victims.

We have storm victims right here.

What... Chaplains
are supposed to stay here!

- I... (Sighs)
- Anybody seen my patient Brian?

Firefighter, busted ribs...

- Yeah, he's getting married.
- Not without a chaplain, he's not.

Well, I can go online
and get certified by

that place on the Internet,
but me and weddings, today...

I don't think that
I'm the best choice.

(Pager chiming)

The damn firefighters
keep taking off... injured.

If you see any of them,
tell them to stay in their damn beds.

- Kepner.
- What?

- Get me a wheelchair.
- Uh...

April!

I don't think we can be friends.

Really?

Mnh-mnh.
This will keep happening.

Yeah. I...

really wanted to be able
to work with you.

Yeah, of course.

- (Sighs)
- (Sighs) But if we...

you know, talk on the phone
or... grab lunch...

(Chuckles)

(Voice breaking)
Just because I'm the one

who said it was time...

doesn't mean this is easy for me.

I know.

This is not easy for me.

- (Sobbing)
- Hey, hey.

(Continues sobbing)

(Meredith)
What do you really believe

is the best course of treatment?

It's not that simple.

Yes, it is.

You always taught us,
when you know, you know.

(Ventilator whooshing)

I think there is something
in there,

and no matter how much
it stresses his heart,

I think letting it get worse
is worse.

Hi. This is Dr. Grey.

I need to book an O.R.

for an exploratory laparotomy.

Surgeon is Bailey.

Patient is Webber.

(Cell phone beeps)

Oh, they're opening him up
again.

- Yep. Don't say anything.
- I'm not.

She thought it was a
stupid idea the first time

and even more stupid
the second time.

You're the one
who has to decide

what Richard would want.
Wouldn't want to be you.

- Thanks.
- But to be clear,

when you're making
these decisions for me,

give my heart
at least 24 hours to recover

before you cut me
stem to stern.

You just couldn't
hold it in, could you?

- Wait, she's your health care proxy?
- (Mutters)

I get to make the decisions
for everyone.

- Not Owen?
- No.

Who's yours?

Oh, I never filled out the forms.

I had the papers back
when it was gonna be Izzie.

- Ooh. That was a bad plan.
- That was all a bad plan.

Why do you think
I never turned them in?

Well, Mer could be yours, too.

You think I make the wrong
decisions all the time.

I don't know why
you're selling me to him.

Will you stop being so insecure?

Just because
I disagree with you

doesn't mean I don't respect
what you think.

I can hold more than one
point of view in my mind.

I am mature.

- (Alex snickers)
- I don't believe you.

(Bailey fusses)

Hmm.

You can be mine.

Health care proxy? Really?

I mean, Mer's got enough
to take care of.

You want extraordinary measures
or should I just unplug you?

Use your judgment.

(Pager buzzes)
Hmm... uh-oh.

Sharpie lady's ready.

(Fusses)

(Elevator bell dings)
Mom!

You knew they were
taking him back into the O.R.?

Right, now you can't march
in there and shut 'em down.

- The hell I can't.
- Hey!

He didn't choose you
to make his decisions.

He chose Meredith.

(Elevator bell dings)

(Bottles clink,
refrigerator door shuts)

- How's the E.R.?
- Ugh, quiet for a while.

But we got a couple
of ambulances on their way in...

People they pulled
out of the pile.

- Can I come?
- You ain't supposed to be working.

I don't need the night off.

We're supposed to be
sitting around

telling Heather stories.

- Turns out we're not a very tight group.
- Well, you think you're not.

But when it all hits the fan...

you'll be glad you have 'em.

Someone just died.
Shouldn't this be the time?

Oh, come on.

You're not gonna go cry
to them when we break up...

and you have to move
your trash bag full of crap

- out of my house?
- Okay, one...

I never leave more
than a change of underwear

- and a toothbrush in anyone else's house.
- That's smart.

And two... I will have dumped
your sorry ass,

so I'm not gonna be crying.
I'm just gonna feel bad

that I made it so you
can never love again.

(Chuckles) Oh, yeah.
It's gonna be ugly.

But see...

(Chair scrapes floor)
I've got Mer and Cristina.

I can cry to them.

(Clatters) When the next guy
after me breaks your heart...

I'm gonna want my bitches.

Voilà. This... It'll help.

Hmm.

Brian and Sasha...

Your commitment to each other

is an inspiration.

Your love, your devotion...
it's unwavering.

You aren't swayed by anything
that life puts in your path.

When people talk about marriage,

this is exactly what
they oughta have in mind.

I can't believe
I yelled at a woman

who clawed dying victims
out of the mud

and triaged them
with her bleeding little hands.

Super tacky.

I think I'm the worst person
I've ever met.

(Shane) Shut up.
(Locker door slams)

(Steph)
Mm.

It speaks.

- It wants more booze.
- All right.

(Chuckles) All right,
we all have to focus.

Heather.

She was a fine,
upstanding citizen

- with limitless potential.
- You say that to my mom when I'm dead,

and she's gonna know
you're lying.

My mom will believe it.
You can say it when I'm dead.

- Write it down 'cause I'm gonna forget.
- That I was a nice person?

How is it that we spend
this much time together

and we don't really know
anything about each other?

So tell us something
we don't know.

- About me?
- Mm-hmm. Don't be shy.

(Locker door closes in distance)

What?

I can't.

You guys are gonna hate me
more than you already do.

No, we won't.
Circle of trust.

- My mom knew Mark Sloan.
- The one who died?

They, like, dated a hundred
years ago or something.

And he kind of helped me
get into the program.

- (Gasps) What?!
- Ooh, I knew it.

I knew you didn't make it
in here on your own.

You are such an evil cow.

Whatever. At least I got in here
on my own merit.

- What happened to the circle of trust?
- I was a street kid.

Foster homes, lived in my car.

- You were not.
- Hand to God.

- Really?
- Do you know how to pickpocket?

No. I wasn't Oliver Twist.

- Could you teach me how to shoplift?
- No!

It'll help me in the O.R.
Calm hands under pressure.

You couldn't handle it.
You could.

- Thank you.
- Mm.

I... went through college on a
cheerleading scholarship.

- What?!
- No!

(Leah and Jo laugh)
Yes.

That is my child!

Okay, so I can screw some whore
on shore leave,

but this is over the line?

Hey, I could have
called the police on you...

Okay, and now she's your baby.
(Chuckles)

I had to talk you into even
considering having a child.

And I had to talk you
into marriage.

Yeah, because I knew
it would be a mistake.

And you know what?
It was.

You cannot take a baby
and just disappear...

Oh, look at the stars
and the sky light.

Yeah? Yeah,
should we go ups...

Let's go to the swing.
Should we go to the swing?

Go to the swing.

Go to the swing.
Let's go to the swing.

(Chanting) We are excited, united...
(Laughs)

and here to win the fight.

We're here to meet you,
defeat you...

- Ow!
- We dominate tonight!

Tigers...

Tigers... mm.

- (Singsongy) Tigers.
- (Jo) Whoo!

- (Leah) Oh...
- Tigers.

Ow!

(Laughter)
Tigers.

Excuse me, uh, somebody said
you might be able to help me

find my daughter...

Heather Brooks.

We have run this bowel
four times now,

and there is nothing there.

I don't know how much longer
we can keep at this.

Come on.
I know you're in there.

Owen.

Oh my God.

- The pancreas.
- Look at that.

That's all necrotic tissue
hiding underneath.

- Get her some forceps, please.
- And... and a 15-blade.

Here you go, doctor.

Hey, somebody call Meredith Grey
up in maternity.

Tell her,
"When you know, you know"!

(Indistinct conversations)

It was a beautiful wedding.

- What you said...
- Can we not?

(Sighs) Why are you
snapping at me all day?

- I'm not snapping.
- Yeah, you are.

I'm sorry I asked the question.

It obviously made you
really uncomfortable,

and I guess that's my answer.

- There's no need to beat a dead horse.
- That's what it's supposed to look like.

I mean, they can't even
imagine not being together.

Do you see the difference
between that

and "I think I'll marry this guy,

"or maybe I'll marry that guy,
who I banged in a bathroom

"because I flipped out
over my boards,

"but when he was into me,
I couldn't handle it.

"But suddenly,
when he almost dies,

- I can't live without him."
- That is so unfair!

It's what happened!

You didn't want me
when I was okay...

when I wanted you.

No, you just want me now

because you are in something
that is real... and that...

that scares the crap out of you.

Marry this guy because you want
to make a life with him,

or don't, and move on.

But none of this
has to do with me.

No, this is...

entirely about you.

(Gasps and whimpers)

I'm very sorry about
how I spoke to you yesterday.

With the storm and everything,
and we're all just...

(Inhales deeply and sighs)

Your house...

It didn't make it, did it?

I'm sorry.

(Grunts and exhales)

You saved a lot of people
triaging like you did.

Were you a doctor or something?

No, I've just lived
on the side of the mountain

for a long time. It's...
(Exhales deeply)

It's not our first storm.

An ex-marine showed me
how to do it... (Exhales)

Our first mudslide.

Oh, I can't believe I have
to build that house again.

Maybe you should find
someplace else.

No. (Sighs) We're a few houses
on the side of a mountain,

and we take care of each other.

(Chair wheels roll)
(Grunts)

I'm sure you'd find new friends.

No one else would have me.

She was really good.

Fast hands.

One time...

we'd all been working all night,

and we were starving,

and she went to where
they make the food trays

for the patients,

and she stole jell-o cups
for all of us.

And they fell all over the floor.

She tried to use one of those
blue hospital pads

to clean it up,
but it just made it worse.

Got everywhere.
(Sniffles)

Jo told Heather that

she swiped an apple
from a grocery store

when she was a kid.

And Heather asked her
to teach her how to shoplift.

She thought it would
improve her surgical technique.

(Sniffling)
You must have been close.

(Cries)

- April, I really don't have time for this.
- Please just...

Just... Please.

I want to accept your proposal...

in private, without anybody
pressuring me to say "yes."

And I want to do it
in front of God.

Actually... actually,
no, you know what? No.

I-I'm not accepting
your proposal,

I am proposing to you.

I want to be your wife.

I think you need
to think some stuff out.

I did.

(Sighs and chuckles nervously)

Okay. Yes, it was Jackson.

And... yes, I-I have feelings
for him.

He's always gonna be
a part of my life.

And that gets confusing sometimes,

especially when he's pulling
babies out of burning buses.

But...
(Inhales deeply)

I... (Sighs)
I-I'm not good at this.

I... This is all new to me.

Okay, I was never the girl
that got picked at the dance.

I-I-I'm not good at it,
and I'm indecisive

because I see eight sides
of everything.

And that's what you're picking
when you pick me.

And you may not want that.

I thought maybe nobody would
ever want that.

But I... I want you.

I want to marry you.

So will you marry me?

(Giggles)

Sofia is downstairs
in the day care.

I'm sorry I called you
a baby-snatcher.

I was upset, and I shouldn't
have spoken to you like that.

You were just trying to cool off,

and that was the right
thing to do...

Sofia and I will be staying
at Mer's again tonight.

That'll be two nights with me.

You can take her
the following two nights.

And we'll switch off like that

until we can figure out
a real schedule.

Well, how long is...
is this gonna be going on?

I don't know.

Dr. Ben Warren,
this is your wife.

Sorry... (Sighs)
I keep missing you. It's...

It's been...

Um...

Something happened with Richard...

a health situation.

I got involved in that.

Uh, he's still unconscious.

I don't know how
he's going to...

But he's alive.

(Sobbing)

(Telephone rings in distance,
indistinct conversations)

(Woman speaking indistinctly
over P.A.)

(Radio chatter)

Hey.
(Chuckles)

Heather's uncle just arrived.

He's with her mom,
and her brother's on his way.

Thank you for staying with her.

Go home. Get some rest.

(Alex)
You need to tell your guys

to stop going out to the damn
pile if they're injured.

I keep patching up
the same damn guys.

I could tell 'em, but it's not
gonna make any difference.

They can't just sit around.
It... makes them nuts.

All right, try harder!

- Where's the rig?
- You okay? You sure?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Out back.

Hey, sir?

- Can I ride out there with you guys?
- Sure.

- What are you doing?
- Shane!

Shane, you're not a firefighter!

Shane!
(Sighs)

Stupid.

- (Whispers) Damn it.
- What are you doing?

(Normal voice) We're his people.
We have to go.

Uh, actually, no, we don't.
We're not trained...

Sharpie lady helped.

- Sharpie lady almost got herself killed.
- We have to go.

I don't know what the deal is
with him and Heather.

I don't know if it's
their weird competition thing.

Or maybe they were having
secret sex in the bathrooms.

I don't care.
Whatever it is,

Shane hasn't said a single word
since she died,

and we're what he has.
We're what we have.

Maybe we get through
this program normal.

Or maybe we end up cranky,
work-obsessed people

who live on the side of a mountain

and have no family or children,
and we only have each other

because no one else can stand us.

- What is she talking...
- Get up!

(Siren wailing)

(Indistinct conversations)

(Telephone ringing)

Hey. E-everything okay?

Yeah. Yeah, uh,
Meredith just wants me

to hang out at her house.

Zola needs some attention.
And Derek is pretty wiped out.

Callie and Sofia are there, so...

Is there anything I can do?
I mean, I could, uh...

♪ I didn't see it coming ♪

Good night.

Yeah.

♪ I didn't see at all ♪

(Clattering)

(Sighs)
Zola is asleep.

All right, little miss...
In five minutes, it's your turn.

To be clear, I am happy
to do the dishes,

but there is no universe
in which I generate dinner.

All right, we'll figure it out.

Mac and cheese.

(Doorbell rings)
Oh, no, we had that last night.

Well, and it was good. Right?
It was good.

Oh, thank you.
(Zola speaks indistinctly)

(Voice breaking) Hi. Um,
I'm sorry to bother everybody.

No, it's okay.

Can I see her for just a minute?

You saw her this afternoon.
You can get her tomorrow night.

- I know. Um... but cou...
- You can see her when it's your night.

I could, uh...
I could just take her on the...

on the front porch for a minute,
and I'm not gonna take her.

Do you have any idea
how confusing this is for her?

(Sniffles)
Yeah, I realize that.

(Toy clatters)
Well, you know what?

She's supposed to be
in bed right now.

How am I supposed
to get her to sleep

with you coming and going?
(Sofia fussing)

- Five minutes.
- Are you kidding me?

She shows up here with this act,

- and you're just gonna take her side?
- Callie...

- It's an act.
- Look at me. I'm your friend.

Five minutes.

Come here, Sofia.

Come here, baby. Okay.
Yeah.

We just want to survive the storm.

I missed you so much.
(Babbles)

We pray, "Please, God,
just get me to the other side."

We never imagine what it'll
be like when we get there.

(Whispers)
I love you so much.

(Voice breaking)
And I miss you every second.

(Sniffles)
'Cause you're my girl.

What if, when the storm passes,
nothing's left?

I always said
I could handle anything.

I was wrong.

I was wrong about a lot of things.

I think there's no harm
in getting another opinion.

Was I or was I not correct?

Why does that make you feel
so threatened?

You know, I'm another opinion,
and I have to tip my hat.

Dr. Bailey called it.

Nobody said it wasn't good
to deal with the pancreas,

but he is still clearly unstable.

- He hasn't regained consciousness...
- None of that is unusual.

I would like to bring in
another person...

- somebody that could tell us...
- I will make the decision.

You've said what you think,
and then you said it again.

- And I will take that under advisement.
- Dr. Grey...

He picked you to be his girlfriend,
and we're all very happy about that.

But he picked me to be his family.

And you walked away
from that responsibility

- the second that...
- No one said I would be good at it.

And he knew that.
But he picked me anyway.

- I'm the family.
- Meredith.

Please, don't get involved.

But I was right about one thing.

Hi.

I was right about this.

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