All language subtitles for Greys.Anatomy.S21E17.WEB

In the early days
of medicine,

when most diseases
were untreatable,

what patients wanted to know
was how long they had left.

Are you offended that I'm
working on our wedding day?

No. I'd be jealous if Levi
wasn't coming to marry us.

That sounds weird.

"Officiate the wedding."

We're gonna hang here
and get ready.

I can't believe how many
of our friends and family

are showing up
on four days' notice.

Your family.
I don't have any family.

And your mom hates me.

Doesn't matter.
It's not for her.

We're getting married.

We're getting married.
Mmm!

We're getting married!

Okay. Bye, guys. I will
see you at our wedding.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye, Daddy!

Wait. You think
your mom hates me?

People believed the best
doctors weren't the ones

who could help you
buy more time,

but the ones who made
the most accurate prognosis.

I'm happy for
Wilson and Lincoln,

but people
need more notice.

They think we have
closets full of formal wear?

W-We work in pajamas.

Hey. Oh.

Oh. Looks like
the vacation's over.

Do they look to be
in good spirits?

They seem...tan.

Altman's wearing
her ring, so...

Look. This is none
of our business.

Look. She has my
career in her hands.
I need to know if --

-Hey. Welcome back.
-Hey!

How was the trip?

-Ohh.
-Oh, Hawaii was beautiful.

Yeah, but it's good
to be home.

Now that we have
more tricks up our sleeves,

we're less interested
in calculating the odds

and more concerned
with beating them.

Whoever has been
raiding the snacks

in the senior residents'
lounge,

you are interns
for three more days.

Hands off. Stay out.

They have
caramel rice cakes.

Uh, Griffith, you and Adams
are on neuro.

Millin,
you're with Webber.

Again? Are you sure
that doesn't say cardio?

Kwan with Ndugu.

Have fun reducing
scrotal hernias.

Did you go home
at all last night?

No. I stayed in case
Dylan needed anything.

How is she?
The same.

I brought my dress for
the wedding, but if you --

Let's see
how the day goes.

Just because we don't
spend as much time

predicting the end
doesn't mean it's not coming.

Hey. thanks for
holding down the fort.

Everything go okay?

Uh, yeah.
Pretty uneventful.

Except, uh,
Nora Young is back.
Her graft's infected.

Oh. Did you put her
on Vanc and Zosyn?

Yes, and I'm waiting
on her blood cultures

and repeat CT
from this morning,

but it's only
gotten worse.

Page me when
you get the results,

and we'll put our heads
together.
Alright. You got it.

Hey, uh, are you sure
you shouldn't let
Ndugu handle this?

I don't love the fact
that you slept with her,

but after
the last two weeks,

the therapy, the talking,
the...sex...

as far as I'm concerned,
she's just another patient.

Okay.

Okay, Dylan,
we're about to scan your brain,

just like yesterday and
the day before, alright?

Can she have
the headphones again?

Yeah.
You want some music?

Uh, blink once for yes
and twice for no.

Okay. Music.

Are you scared, bunny?

Hey. Do you want
to do our dance?

Okay.

Alright, we're
about to start the scan,

so I'll come get you
when it's all over.

Okay.
I'll be right outside.

Alright.
Get ready to scan.

Do you think
she'll ever recover?

No idea.

All I know
is that four days ago

I operated on a brave
and happy Expedition Scout,

and now she is terrified
and can only communicate

by blinking her eyes.

You don't wish locked-in
syndrome on your worst enemy.

Uh, 11, 12...

Aah!

Your Uncle Levi
is here!

I'm so happy
to see you --

Maureen!

Hi!
Uh, Link's not here.

I am not here
for my son.
Oh.

This wedding was pulled
together so quickly,

I figured that
there was no way

you could possibly
have time to prepare.

No one did.

So I thought,
how can I help?

I am here
to do your makeup.

Ohh! That's -- I -- That --
You really don't have to.

We didn't get to pick a dress
or a cake or flowers.

But I put myself
through college

working
makeup counters.

And this...
we can do.

Yay...

Hi! Grammy's here!

Deb. I'm Dr. Webber.
This is Dr. Millin.

Hi.
Um, are you her --

I'm just Steve.

It's our first date.

We were having coffee,
and I started having

sharp pain in my arm.

Y-Your arm?
I-I thought it was...

My mom died
of a heart attack.

Oh. I'm sorry.
Thanks.

It was four years ago.
Very sudden.

Well, it's good
you came in.

Yeah.
We're general surgeons.

Triage must have gotten
their wires crossed.

Are you having
any chest pain?

I can page cardio.

I left my phone
in the waiting area.

Would you mind?
Yeah. Of course.

I-I'll be right back.

My arm is fine.
I have diarrhea.

An insane amount
of diarrhea and cramping.

I threw up twice
during our date.

Steve can never know.

How long has this
been going on?
Five days.

I've been on antibiotics for
a UTI, so I thought it was that,

but now it's way worse.

Millin, next steps?

Uh, labs.
Stool cultures.

And, uh, if you would
r-raise your arm...for me.

I, uh --
I didn't see your phone.

Huh. Weird.

Um, well, while
she waits for cardio,

let's take an X-ray --
of the arm.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

They're taking
good care of me.

Oh, Mom, I have to go.
I love you. Bye.

Was wondering how long
you could avoid seeing me.

No, no. I wasn't --
Teddy and I, we --

I'm kidding.

They told me
you were on vacation.

Sorry I haven't
reached out more.

Oh, and it's fine.
We had a lovely night,

and you were a perfect
gentleman when it had to end.

Does Teddy know?

Yeah. She knows.

She's --
She's okay with it.

Was that your mom?
Where is she these days?

Arizona.
She's a nervous wreck.

But I keep telling her
that the doctors,

they're gonna
figure it out.

They always do.

Listen, I know you have to
be brave for your mom,

but you don't have to
act brave for me.

You can be scared.

No, I can't.

The second I let myself
be scared, then it's over.

And it can't be over.

I have to be here
for my kids.

Help me to stay strong.

Promise me.

I promise.

-How's it looking?
-Not good.

Nora's blood cultures
are growing fungus.

And the follow-up CT
is showing a new
aortoenteric fistula.

We have to remove
the source of infection.

The graft
has to come out.
She's too unstable.

Once we remove the graft,

the fistula could cause
a massive hemorrhage.

What about an
extra-anatomical bypass?

Like an ax-fem?

We can't put in another
graft. She's septic.

But if we divert the
blood flow from her aorta,

she might be able
to recover enough

that we could remove
the infected graft.

A-And if she doesn't?

Then we have
the hard conversation.

I know my opinion
matters the least,

but we owe it to Nora
to try.

If we fight, she'll fight.

We have no other choice.

This is it.

Okay. I'm in.
Let's fight.

What happened
to your face?

Link's mom's
doing my makeup!

Does she hate you?

Ohh! Ann Richards
got a bath!

Who?

The Labradoodle
James and I adopted.

I told you about this
like two weeks ago.

She was named after
the former Governor of Texas.

Why?

Well, because
she is Ann Richards.

Outspoken.
Wry. Feminist.

Help me! I look like
1983 Boy George!

Okay.
Don't worry about it.

I'm great with moms.

Oh. You must be Levi.
I almost forgot.

I brought you
something, Jo.
Hm. That's sweet.

I wore it at my wedding,
and my mom wore it at hers.

And now...it's your turn.

What do the scans show?
Please say something changed.

There is nothing new.

You said her brain
might absorb

the bleeding in a few days,
and it's been four.

The steroids that you guys
gave her, they didn't help?

It takes time for swelling
in the brain to come down.

Can you do something
besides say, "Wait and see"?

Jenna. Jenna, don't.
I know
that it is frustrating,

but we need the hematoma

to stabilize and resolve
on its own.

Operating now could do
more harm than good.

She doesn't even
like staying in a tent.

She'll start with
her sleeping bag in there,

and by morning,
she's pulled it outside.

Now look at her.

We all want the same
thing for Dylan. I promise.

We just have to be patient
for a few more days.

Then Dr. Shepherd can
go in there and fix this.

It'll be over.

Okay.

You want us on neuro checks
every two hours?

I don't know.

Did -- Did I do
something wrong?

You told those parents

that if they waited three days,
everything would be fine.

Yeah, the mom
was freaking out.

You raised their hopes
because it's easier

than saying the truth, which is
there is a strong chance

I can't reverse
Dylan's paralysis.

You need to keep it real,
and if you can't do that,

take yourself off this case,
or I will.

Dr. Andham to OR 2.

Dr. Doug Andham to OR 2.

Guess who's scrubbin' in on
an ax-fem with Ndugu today.

Is that...

Hot diarrhea?
Yes, it is.

Could you take this
for me, please? Thank you.

Well, have fun
with whatever that is.

Yeah, well, don't
screw up your bypass.

Well, feces crossed --
I mean...fingers.

-Oh. Where's Steve?
-In his car.

Looking for my phone.

How'd you two meet?
On an app.

I went through a tough breakup
last year, but it's been fun.

You forget what it's like
the first time

you meet someone
and feel butterflies.

Although, in this case,
I wish butterflies

were all
I was feeling.

What do you see?

Oh, my God.

I can't find the borders
of the transverse colon.

Um...
i-is everything okay?

Deb, um...

Your condition is what's called
a toxic megacolon.

Basically, your colon is
severely dilated and inflamed.

We're gonna admit you,
run some tests, and start you

on an aggressive
antibiotic treatment.

Dr. Millin, can you
put in the orders, please?

Yeah. Unreal.

Millin...
lose the smile.

Oh.

You're pretty calm
for a man

about to tie the
ultimate surgical knot.

Well, things came
together pretty well.

It helps that
we're keeping it small.

Yeah, but it's still
a lot of work.

The decorations,
the invitations, the cake.

Wait.
There will be cake?

The decorations
are simple,

the e-invites
made things easy,

and Helm offered
to bake a cake.

Oh. Sounds like
it's under control.

Yeah, I just gotta shave
and write some vows.

You haven't written
your vows?

We've known
each other forever.

They practically
write themselves.

I could probably wing it
if I had to.

Wing it?! What --

Would you
wing surgery?

No, everyone's gonna
be looking at you!

Jo will be
looking at you!

Oh, it should be...

meaningful and romantic
and memorable -- epic!

This could be the most important
speech you will ever give.

But you do you.

I miss you, Mommy.

Mommy loves you
so much.

See you
in a couple days.

I stole
extra blankets.

Just keep it
between us.

The nurses get intense
about blanket allotment.

Did I just scar
my kids for life?

They're on vacation
with their dad.

I'm sure they're too
hopped up on sugar to notice

you're in a hospital bed.

Dr. Altman.
It's good to see you.

I wish it were under
different circumstances,

but unfortunately,

your infection
is getting worse,

and now you have
another fistula.

You fixed the last one.

This one

is more complicated,
but we do have an idea.

Yeah, we want to create
a new arterial path

from your arm
to your leg

to divert blood
away from the aorta.

This should slow
the spread of infection

and allow us to remove the
graft while the aorta rests.

There are no guarantees,

but it is the best chance
that we have.

Maybe the only chance.

Then that's what
I want to do.

Okay. Kwan, Warren,
book an O.R.

Extra blankets?
The nurses must really like you.

Dr. Altman...

It's okay. I am going to
take excellent care of you

like I would
any other patient.

Just did a neuro check
on Dylan. No change.

Can we talk?

What are you doing?

Research.

Locked-in syndrome.

You know,
Shepherd said --

I know what she said.

She's under
a lot of pressure.

You're just
an easy target.

You're siding
with her now?

You were the one who didn't
want her to operate on Dylan.

Growing up, I heard

every euphemism for
what happened to my mom --

gone, past, departed.

She was dead.
I wanted it acknowledged.

I am sorry that
that happened to you.

But Dylan is still alive.

Yes, but we need to
be realistic with the par--

You want to keep it real?
Those two parents

haven't slept or eaten
in four days

because they're watching
their daughter suffer.

Dylan is scared
and alone.

I am not letting her think
we're giving up on her.

Where are you going?

Somewhere I don't
have to explain

why I want to
save my patient.

I messed up.
This one is crooked.

Oh, no one
will notice.

They'll be too busy
filling them with candy.

That's right.
I forgot that guests

will be making
their own party favors.

Because that's what happens
at a last-minute wedding.

Oh.

Is that a Labradoodle?

Ann Richards.

Like the former
Governor of Texas

who championed
women's health?

Yes!

She appointed more
openly gay people to office

than any other governor
before her.

She wasn't perfect,
but Texas hasn't been

the easiest transition
for me and my boyfriend,

so it's always nice to
be reminded of the allies.

How lovely. Aww.
She is just so cute.

What is happ--
I'm sorry, sweetie.
Did you say something?

I think the veil
doesn't fit.

Oh, it's one size
fits all.

Oh. Someone's up.

I'll go check.
Okay.

Oh, um...
help her, honey.

Mmm!

Okay.

That's nice.

You're supposed to
help me get out of this,

not make a new bestie!

Hey. No violence
on your wedding day.

Plus, I think Maureen
is pretty reasonable.

You should just tell her
you don't want to wear
the makeup or the veil.

I think she'll understand.

Or...you can look like this
at your wedding.

Hmm.

Damn it!

Hey. I can assign you an intern
if it's post-op notes.

I wish.
I'm great at those.

It's these vows.

Oh! Well, let me see
what you've got so far.

"Dearly beloved,
we are gathered here today..."

Are you officiating
your own wedding?

I don't know what to say.

What happened
to "it writes itself"?

You got into my head.

O-Okay. Try this.
Um...

Since you're great
at post-op notes,

um, think of the vows
as those.

Just walk through
the relationship step-by-step

and just keep it simple.

You want me to
express my love for Jo

like post-op notes?

You got a better idea,
Shakespeare?

I'll give it a try.

Why do you look
like Ghostbusters?

Um...
your labs came back.

You have a very contagious
bacterial infection

called C. diff.

How can I have an infection
if I'm on antibiotics?

The antibiotics that
you were on for the UTI

killed all of the good
bacteria in your gut,

making you more susceptible
to bad bacteria like C. diff.

We'll get you started on
a triple antibiotic and --

Hey. I didn't have to
go far. Did you guys know

that there is a ice machine
by the bathroom?

Uh, why you look
like Ghostbusters?

Oh, my God.
That's what I said.

Uh, Steve, we should
probably get you

gowned and gloved,
as well.

Uh --
Because of her arm?

Um...

What's C. diff?

We put that
on all the doors.

Please don't look it u--
Ohh! Ohh!

She's tachy.
Her abdomen's rigid.

Her colon's perf. We need
to get her upstairs now!

-Hey.
-Hey.

You ever think about
the fact that there are people

who just punch in,

do their job,
and then just...leave?

Every day.

How was your trip?

Ah. You know. It was great.
I surfed every day.

Teddy and I got to have dinners
without screaming kids.

And we read.

We -- We talked.

Yeah.
That sounds amazing.

Why are you
so doom and gloom?

Well, now
it's back to reality.

What does that mean?

Well, you watch the news.
The world's falling apart.

Hm.
I don't know.

My marriage feels...
delicate.

And now Teddy
is operating

on Megan's best friend
from childhood.

What's her prognosis?

It's not good.

I'm sorry about that.
Yeah.

That's gotta be hard.

For me? No.
No, no.

She was Megan's friend,
not mine, so...

Hm, but you've known each
other since you were kids.

Yeah, but she was
a pain, so...

Well, is she still?

I -- I should --

I should get back inside.

She was planning
on taking her kids to
Yosemite this summer,

but I guess that's
gonna have to wait.

You're really
getting to know her, huh?

She's been in and out of here
a third of my intern year.

The patients
you spend the most time with

are the toughest to treat.

Alright.
Let's remove this graft.

Scalpel.

She's in v-fib.

There's no pulse.

Start compressions!
Push one of epi!

Is it -- Is it time
for another check?

I must have dozed off.
You're tired.

It's hard to sleep in a chair
all these nights.

Okay, Dylan.
Can you hear me?

Blink once for yes
and twice for no.

Hey, Dylan.
Can you hear me?

Can I examine you?

What's happening?

Her pupils
are responsive.

Why isn't she blinking?

She was blinking
this morning.

Dylan, you want
to do our dance?

Dylan?

Come on, Dylan.
Blink for me, please.

Dylan, it's Dr. Adams.
I need you to blink. Please?

-How long has it been?
-25 minutes.

Damn it, Nora!
Come on! Come on!

Alright. Holding
on compressions.

Come on.

We got a pulse.

Every time we were
pressing on her chest,

I was afraid
her aorta would blow.

Alright. I'll reach out
to palliative care.

- Wait. That's it?
- We're just quitting?

She's hypercoagulopathic.
Her meds aren't working.

Her ax-fem
has clotted off.

There is no way to
remove the infected graft.

We tried. We knew
it was gonna be a reach.

I'm sorry to question you.
It's just she's so young.

Take her back
up to CCU.

Are you okay?

I'll meet you
downstairs.

I'm sorry.
How did this happen?

It's hard
to say without scans.

Sometimes things get worse
before they get better.

You said wait.
You said be patient.

What did you do to her?!
I me--

Every day she's been here,
she's gotten worse,

and you do nothing!

That's it? J--

Let's go for a walk,
please.

-I-I'm not leaving her!
-Let's go. Please. Please.

Come with me just for --

Order her a stat MRI.

I need to see if her bleeding
or edema have worsened.

Is that what you
think happened?
I don't know.

Do you think
we should operate?
I don't know.

I appreciate your tenacity
with patients,

but for God's sakes, we just
taped that girl's eyes shut
to prevent infection.

It might not matter
how many days we wait.

This surgery is risky.

We could permanently
paralyze her or worse.

That is why we don't
over-promise parents.

Do you understand?

Yes.

Page me
when her scans come in.

"Of course, no marriage
is immune to complication,

but ours has a highly
optimistic prognosis."

- It's bad.
- No.

Is it the words
or the delivery?

Or is it both? It's both?
It's both. It's both!

You just really ran with
the post-op notes metaphor.

I want to give Jo
a fairy-tale wedding.

Well, I think
Wilson will be okay.

Yeah, because
she rolls with whatever.

She planned a wedding
in four days.

But she deserves
the best.

Certainly better
than these crappy vows.

You know what
she's getting? You.

You are
an outstanding surgeon,

a wonderful father,
and a hell of a human.

So...speeches aren't
one of your talents.

Just...say how you feel
in your own way.

Hm!

There. You got it.

If they ever
get married,

this will be a great story
to tell their kids.

I mean, minus having to
remove her colon.

In med school,

I took Grace Johnson
to a street fair in Chicago.

The sun was out,

and there was a light breeze
across the lake.

We held hands
and danced in the street.

And then she ate a cookie

and went into anaphylactic
shock from a nut allergy.

The worst date
I ever had.

That is not where
I expected that story to go.

Tell me about it.
Alright.

Alright.
Colectomy completed.

Uh, what's next?

She needs
an end ileostomy.
Okay. How?

You bring the end of the small
bowel through the opening,

you close the abdomen, and
then you Brooke the ileostomy

by averting the edges and
suturing them to the skin.

It sounds like you know
what you're doing.

Really?!
You want me to do it?

Well, you better do it fast.
I have a wedding to get to.

Hey. Hey. Relax.
Don't overdo it.

How -- How'd it go?

Nora, when we tried
to remove the graft...

your heart stopped.

We had to leave the
infected graph in your chest.

How long
until we can try again?

We can't.

If we did, you'd go
into cardiac arrest,

and there is no guarantee
that we could get you back.

I am so sorry.

I wish there was
more we could do.

Can I have
some privacy, please?

Of course.

Luna went back down.
She's a fussy one, isn't she?

I am gonna pack this up
and put it away

so you don't have to worry
about it getting dirty.

About the veil.
It's a family heirloom.

I don't want to ruin it.

Oh! We'll cross that bridge
if we come to it.

I wasn't planning on
wearing a headpiece.

You didn't have time
to plan.

I don't want to
wear the veil!

I'm sorry.
It's just not me.

Neither is the makeup.

Oh.

I love that
you want to help, but...

I've got everything
under control over here.

Of course, you do.

I'm gonna just, uh...

...get out of your hair.

I made her cry. She already
hated me, and I made her cry!

Everyone cries
at weddings.

Well, what if she
doesn't show up?!

What if I messed
everything up?!

I'm not -- I'm not just
talking about the wedding,

but Thanksgivings and
Christmases and birthdays.

Maybe it's a good thing
this happened.

Because now
it's out in the open,

and Link can decide
whether to bail

or whether to spend the rest of
eternity listening to his mom

passive-aggressively
question my life choices

and then picking up the pieces
when I explode on her!

Maureen does that?

She called this place
a death trap for kids

at least five times,
and that wasn't even when

she was commenting
on my nutrition

or asking me if I was
getting enough sleep.

Aww!
No "aww"!

Nothing is "aww"!

Jo, you know who
passive-aggressively

questions life choices?

Moms.
She's just being a mom.

I gave my mom a thoracostomy
to save her life,

and she said I ruined
her favorite shirt.

Wha-- I...
never had a mom.

I know.
So trust me.

Sometimes that's how
they show love.

The nurses will teach you how
to change your ostomy...

I'm here.

You're still here?

Of course.
How'd it go?

Oh, everything
looks good.

Did you run into
any complications

when you were creating
her ostomy?

I looked up C. diff
during your surgery.

You've been amazing.

But my dad is on his way.
You can go.

I've got no plans.

I thought maybe
we can watch a movie

and drink clear liquids
together.

I will be
back later to check on you.

Dr. Steinkamp to Proctology.

Dr. Bill Steinkamp
to Proctology.

Mark my words.
That guy's a serial killer.

Who? Steve? Ha ha.
No one's that perfect.

It's only been a day.
Give him time.

Thank you for letting me
do the ostomy.

It's the coolest thing
I've done all year.

For what it's worth,

I'd say you're ready
for second year.

Now you can smile.

There you are. How come
you're not in your suit?

There's a trauma
coming in.

You look beautiful.
Thanks.

Are you not coming
to the wedding?

It's a three-car pileup.
I just need to make sure

that we have enough
doctors to handle it.

How was
Nora's surgery?

We knew it was
a long shot.

Wait. Is she --

No. We got her back.
But we are out of options.

We had to call in
the palliative care team.

Are you okay?

I'm just --
I'm thinking about her kids.

Really makes you grateful
for what you have.

Okay. Um, try not
to be too late.
I'll save you a seat.

Okay.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey. Wasn't sure
you'd make it.

Yeah, I went
to see Dylan again.

I saw her chart.
I'm sorry.

I was really hoping
this wouldn't happen.

It makes you right.

I didn't want to be.

You think I wanted her
to get worse?

You weren't trying
to prevent it.

I was doing my job.

So was I.
She's a kid.

She has her whole life
ahead of her.

Yes, but the reality is --

Stop saying that!

I don't care!
Lucas!

What's wrong with
believing in a future, huh?

What's wrong
with hoping for the best?

Not everyone
gets what they want.

That doesn't mean you back away.
You go down fighting.

Well, no.
You go down fighting.

Not everyone
can take risks like you!

Not everyone gets bailed out
when it goes wrong!

I didn't mean...

I think you did.

I'm done, Simone.

Wha--

W-Where are you going?
We should talk!

About what?
Our future?

You made it pretty clear
how you feel about that.

Just took me a little longer to
realize that, realistically...

we don't have one.

Hey. How's the cake?

Uh, shaped like
a Pac-Man.

I had to cut out the
piece where Scout put
his fist through it.

You're lucky
your kid is cute.

Hey, it all ends up
in the same place.

Yeah, don't say that
to someone

who spent eight hours
baking and decorating.

After my day, I don't feel
much like eating anyway.

What --

-Teddy!
-I need one for Owen, too.

Thank you. Can I --
Okay. Thank you.

Ohh.

You see Nora
maxed out on pressors?

I wish there was more
that we could do for her.

Yeah.

Ohh! Sorry.
These doors all look alike.

No. Wait, wait, wait.

I want to apologize.

Please.

I showed up to my own
parent-teacher conference

when I was
in the third grade.

I taught myself
to do laundry.

I moved myself
in to my college dorm.

I never had someone
like a --

like a you in my life.

It's gonna take me
a minute to get used to it,

but I want to.

I would like that, too.

Could you help me
zip up my dress?

Okay.

Wow.
Mm-hmm.

It's tight.
It's tight.

Suck in.

-I am.
-No. Suck in more.

I am.

Oh. There you are.

They need you for
the groom's family photo.

I'll be right there.

You look like...

a dream.

How's it going
out there?

Scout stuck his hand
in the cake.

Taryn had to fix it.

Seems like things went
a little better in here.

Oh. No. I'm sorry.
I'm -- I'm sorry.

It's not you.
It's -- It's Maureen.

Having her here just...

reminded me
of what I've missed.

No one to walk me
down the aisle.

No father-daughter dance.

I didn't think I cared,
but, um...

Maybe I just wish
that I had the choice.

May you carry that love in
your hearts today and every day.

Link and Jo have written their
own vows and will say them now.

It turns out that I'm not
much of a speech guy.

So I wrote this instead.

Jo...

Are you okay?
No!

How am I supposed
to follow that?!

I spoke
to your ex-husband.

He told me to tell you
that they'll be on

the first plane back
in the morning.

Thank you.

I'll take it from here.

Teddy told me
what happened.

We all have to die
sometime, right?

It's not fair.

I know
I shouldn't say this.

But I'm dying,
so I have a pass now.

I think I'm a little bit
in love with you.

I don't know what to say.

Can you just
sit with me?

Please.

Congratulations!

Four days to plan, and it's
my favorite wedding ever.

Welcome to the family.

I'm starved. Let's have
some...boiled crab?

And is that bread
with melted cheese?

That seems awfully messy
for a wedding.

Let's let them
talk to their friends.
Good work, son.

Okay, I know this isn't
about me, but how did I do?

Was I inspiring, like
an Ann Richards speech?

Who's Ann Richards?

Their dog.

You were perfect.
Hm!

You can take my job.

Oh. Thank you.
You want to dance?

Oh, goodness.
Let's go!

They look so happy.

Almost as happy as us.

Is that
the solar system?

Uh, no, I'm trying to see
if there's a way to reroute

Nora's circulation so that we
can remove the infected graft.

Well, any bypass
would be too narrow.

She'd thrombose
every time.

We would need a shunt
the diameter of an aorta.

What if we bypass the aorta
with a new aorta?

Well, that's not a thing.

Not yet.

You want to go look
at her scans?

Yes!

Bad day?

Bad...year.

Hm.

I thought Seattle was a "jeans
and T-shirt" kind of city.

Had other plans tonight.

I'd tell you I'm sorry,
but I'm not.

Huh.

You're doing the most
right now.

The most?
Eh.

Hm.

I don't think you hate it.

If you only
had ten months to live,

what would you do?

Would you hold
your people close?

Uh, Dr. Ndugu, can I please
talk to you for a second?

Yeah. Go ahead.
I'll go upload the scans.

Meet me in my office.
Okay.

I-I promise I will
make it quick.

Um, I have been
getting the sense

that you no longer want me
on your service.

Oh, it's not you.

Your classmates need time
in cardio, too.

It's fine. I don't care.

I was a little mad
at first,

but then I got to scrub in
on this really interesting case,

and it made me realize
that I-I might be interested

in general surgery
or ortho or plastics.

I mean, it could be
anything, really,

but I'll never know
unless I try them.

Um, yeah.
See what else is out there.

Hope you find what
you're looking for.
Okay.

Or would you let me go?

Throw caution to the wind?

Or turn back to the safest,
most comforting place?

Because it might be
the end of the road...

...or it could be
just the beginning.