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[ Jillian Edwards'
"I Won't Fall" plays ]

♪ Yesterday's ghost ♪

♪ Should be haunting me ♪

♪ But I've finally woken up
to who I'm supposed to be ♪

Bailey:
"On your deathbed, no one
wishes they'd worked more."

♪ Walking in the golden hue ♪
Woman: Miranda!

♪ I wanna give it back to you ♪

Miranda!

♪ I won't fall ♪

Miranda!

That's the trite, little phrase
people trot out

when they want to play hooky

or spend too much money
on vacation

or shame working parents

for missing their kid's soccer
game for a board meeting.

♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh ♪

Mom!

Don't post that!

My tie's not straight!

Oh, ho!
You look fantastic.

Definitely not that.
Ahh.

But you know
what matters even more

for your History Day
presentation?

I'm prepared.
That's right.

You researched
and practiced.

Hard work is the
recipe for success.

Wh--

What in God's name?

Fart Attack app.

I'm gonna bust it out during
Robbie Uhr's presentation.

No, you will not!

Sabotaging the competition
doesn't make you any better.

Oh, come o--

That's so silly.

Okay. Your dad's
picking you up after school,

so we'll see you
on Monday, okay?

-See you Monday.
-Mm.

-Knock 'em dead.
-Bye.

♪♪

"On your deathbed, no one
wishes they'd worked more."

Tell that to the people
who love their work.

So, today, I'm gonna climb
60 flights of stairs.

All my gear on.
98-degree heat.

But, then again, I guess
that's not really that --
No.

I can't talk to you
about my day?

You cannot.
Because it's not cute.

What you're doing
to my stomach lining.

Not cute.

You're giving me a permanent
case of indigestion.

Miranda, how long
are we gonna do this?

Just pull over right here. I
have a meeting at Seattle Pres.

Since when?

Are you playing calendar
with me now?

You've been living
another life off calendar.

Stop right here.

Okay, look. I'll, uh --
I'll see you at the --

Hello? Hel-- Hel--

"60 flights of stairs?

In that heat!

You are a badass, Ben Warren."

"Yeah, I know, right?"

Mr. Nelligan:
Please. Please.

I-I don't think
you're hearing me.

It's not so much a clot in
my leg. It's like a-a pre-clot.

Mr. Nelligan, I cannot
admit you for a pre-clot,

because that's not
a real thing!

Excuse me. Nurse?

I can feel it right
under the surface,

like a time bomb
waiting to...

Hello. I need a moment
of your time.

We all need something,
don't we?

Dr. Bailey?
What are you doing here?

My name is
Dr. Miranda Bailey.

I am Chief of Surgery
at Grey Sloan Memorial --

Surgery is upstairs
on four.

Okay, interrupt me again,
I'm coming over that counter.

My name
is Miranda Bailey.

I am Chief of Surgery
at Grey Sloan Memorial,

and I believe that I am
having a heart attack.

[ Monitor beeping,
indistinct conversations ]

Woman:
Miranda!

[ Overlapping
indistinct voices ]

Ben: What,
I can't talk about my day?

Miranda, how long
are we gonna do this?

Good news, ma'am. It doesn't
look like a heart attack.

May I have that?

I see you are a doctor,

so I'm sure you know that people
can confuse heart attacks

with basic indigestion
or reflux --

I'm not confused.
Give me that.

[ Woman on P.A.
speaking indistinctly ]

Run a 15-lead EKG.

You could be missing
a posterior infarct.

Well, my cardio chief
told me --

I'll be the chief
of my own cardio,

and I'm telling you
what I need is...

Here.

For a posterior EKG,

you want to
put leads here...

and here...

and...

Here. Turn around.

Turn around! Here.

Well, don't just
stand there!

Now run it again!

Well?

Nothing.

I'm telling you, Doctor.
The EKG looks fine.

But how about I take
a family history

while we wait for
the cardiac enzymes?

We find out if there's
something else going on.

How about you go away now? And
bring me whomever is in charge?

Elena: Miranda!

Miranda Bailey!

You have three seconds
to get inside this house

before I come looking for you!

Three! Two!

One!

Now, what did I say about coming
in before the street lights?

That if I wasn't inside
before the first flicker,

you'd be on me
like white on rice,

on a paper plate, in a
snowstorm, in Antarctica.

And are the lights on?

I'm sorry, but I was just
reading in a tree. I promise.

Stuck up in a tree is no place
for a little girl.

Especially when they have
a perfectly good porch swing

on the front
of their house,

where I can see you.

Yes, ma'am.

Yeah, I need you
to cover my service.

I'm not feeling well.

I thought I'd stay home

rather than make
my sick patients sicker.

"Do no harm"
and all that.

Well, what's wrong?
Are you...?

Uh, Mrs. Woo
is coming in

for a regular screening
colonoscopy.

Everything's in the chart.

And Mr. Izikoff needs an ERCP.
Can you do that?

Woman on P.A.:
Dr. Maxwell.

Paging Dr. Larry Maxwell
to the ER.

You sure you're okay?

I'm sick!
You want the gory details?

I'm trusting you'll handle it.
Gotta go!

Chief Bailey.

Chief Maxwell.

We here at Seattle Presbyterian
know that you have a choice

when it comes
to your health,

and I'm delighted, with
all your Harper Avery wins

and national recognition,

that when you need quality care,
you come to us.

You talk to a woman having
a heart attack this way?

Believe me, if you were having
a heart attack, I would not.

So you're taking your
intern's diagnosis over mine?

I'm taking the H&P,
normal EKG,

and negative
rapid troponin.

Miranda, we're running

a full cardiac enzyme panel
for good measure,

but trust me --
it'll be normal.

My clinical judgment
tells me you're all good.

I most certainly
am not "all good."

I have nausea,
heartburn.

Any big stressors in your
life lately

Do not go down
that road with me.
What road is, uh --

The road where a woman shows up
in the ER with physical symptoms

and you decide
that it must be

that she's not able to
handle all her feelings.

No, this is not
about anxiety.

My secret heart
doesn't need fixing.

My actual heart
needs fixing.

Are you sure you're not
experiencing any unusual
levels of stress?

-You're fired.
-This man is dead!

Miranda,
just get in the car.

I'm gonna take care
of myself.

I need $20 million.

I am having
a heart attack.

And I'm not going anywhere

until you do a full cardiac
work-up and prove it.

Woman on P.A.:
Paging Dr. Anderson
to Labor and Delivery.

Whatcha in for?

Uh, heart attack.

Mm.
Whatcha workin' on?

Work.

No wonder you had
a heart attack.

Sorry. Too soon?

I am Chief of Surgery
at Grey Sloan Memorial,

and my work doesn't stop
just because...

they want to take their sweet
time with their work-up!

Wow. Chief of Surgery.

Look at you.
Burning it down.

My work ethic sucks.

Drove my parents crazy.

I'm just grateful I had
a temp job when they died.

What are you in for?

Broken femur.
And a nasty road rash.

But, you know,
that what's I get

for pushing my Kawasaki
to 100 on Route 10.

Needless to say,
frequent flyer.

What, you not
a fan of hogs?

Life is a gift, one that
I show my appreciation for

by not recklessly speeding
through mountain roads

on hogs or anything else
for that matter.

I wore a helmet!

Now, you want
to talk reckless?

Skydiving in Costa Rica.
Ooh.

That's reckless.

Plane almost lost a wing
on the way up.

Hell of a rush, though.

If you say so.

So no interest?

Zero.

Not even...

Not one iota.

Not buying it.
It's human nature.

Everyone has the need to be
a little bit reckless.

Ouch! Dang it!

Miranda!
Oh, my Lord!

Ohh!

I'm okay.
I just scraped my elbow.

Why on Earth weren't you riding
with your training wheels?!

Because
I'm in junior high!

And all the other kids pick
on me for using training wheels.

Like they pick on me
for wearing high waters.

Well, I don't want your hem
getting caught up.

And we don't need you tripping,
falling, and busting your head.

I know how to walk.

Come on in here.
We gonna clean this up.

Woman on P.A.:
Paging Nurse Alvarez.

You seem agitated.

She's having a heart attack
and you're not helping her.

That's agitating.

Thank you.

Let's discuss
diet and exercise.

Any significant
changes lately?

Um...

A few years back, my levels
were a little high.

I got them under control.
They've been steady ever since.

I take my steps,
drink my green drinks...

So no spicy foods or...?

You went to Yale Medical School,
as I recall.

Mm-hmm.
Ivy League.

Is there actual ivy there
or is that just a thing?

Dr. Bailey, I would rather
discuss your health

than my education.

But, yes. There is actual ivy.
It's not just a thing.

Oh. Well, then.
I learned something new today.

Which is more than you can say
for your days at Yale.

Because apparently your teachers
didn't get the memo

that women's heart attacks

don't manifest
the way they do in men.

They're not all
chest-clutching, vomiting,

"help, my arm is numb,"
boom -- floor drop.

Look.
Just -- Just give me

a cardiac stress test,
Dr. Maxwell.

Dr. Bailey,
I can tell y--

Just give her the damn
stress test, Maxwell.

Any medications
you take regularly?

Um, other than statins

and anti-depressants
to manage OCD, no.

Hm.

Everything's under control.
We're good.

Ben:
You good, Miranda?

I put my hands in those
patients, and they died.

I feel so...
dirty.

Richard: Accept that
you have a disease, Bailey.

Accept help.

Don't do that.

Do what?

I am a sci-fi-loving

African-American woman
in her 40s

with a stubborn husband,
a beautiful son,

and no pets because
they smell like feet.

And I have a big job

where I do big, lifesaving,
miracle-working things...

where I lead others
so that they can do

their big, lifesaving,
miracle-working thing.

And, yes, I have
obsessive-compulsive disorder.

I am not ashamed of that.

But it's not my story.
It's just one piece.

And if you continue to look
at just that one piece --

if you check the
"mental illness" box

and refuse to look at
anything else --

then I'm not gonna
live long enough

to finish the rest
of my story.

Give me the cardiac stress test,
Dr. Maxwell.

Miranda, you do not
need a stress test.

Okay, then I want
a second opinion.

If you're not happy with your
care here, you're free to leave.

Oh, and drop dead
in the parking lot?

No. That is not
how my story ends.

Second opinion.
Please.

And preferably
not a Yale grad!

All that ivy seems to
have poisoned your brain!

Morgan: Ha!
You tell 'im!

If something
happens to me,

do not let them
hook me up to anything.

And if something happens
to me, hook me up.

I want extraordinary
measures.

The more extraordinary,
the better.

Seriously.

-Seriously.

Dr. Bailey.
I'm Dr. Gregory.

Finally! I've been waiting
for the stress test

and cardiac consult
for the last half-hour.

Well, I am here for a consult,
but I'm not a cardiologist.

I am a psychiatrist, and I was
hoping that we could talk.

♪♪

[ Sirens wailing
in the distance ]

[ Woman on P.A.
speaking indistinctly ]

Dr. Bailey?

Yeah, I need you
to meet me in the pit.

I'm on my way.
Not our pit.

The pit at
Seattle Presbyterian.

Seattle Presbyt--

Sh-- No, no.
Don't say it out loud.

And don't tell anyone
you're coming.

Just get here. Fast.
That's an order.

Also a request.

I'll be right there.

Let's talk about
your home life.

You have a husband, yes?

Yes. A husband
who is a doctor.

Was a doctor.
Now he's a firefighter.

It's not easy to be the wife
of a first responder,

knowing your loved ones

run into situations
that most run away from.

He is not the reason
I'm having a heart attack.

But is that the reason
that he's not here?

'Cause he's
fighting fires, or...?

Okay, Dr. Gregory,
with all due respect

to your field
of medicine,

I need you to understand
that every second we waste,

I'm losing heart muscle.

My vessels are constricting.
My heart is being damaged.

I'm a doctor. You should, at the
very least, acknowledge that.

Fair enough, Dr. Bailey.

Well, then,
if you'll humor me,

I'd like to ask you
for a consult.

I have a patient --

a-a woman who has a big job
with big responsibilities.

Manages life-and-death
scenarios on the daily.

She also has a history
of mental illness.

And I have assessed
limited coping skills.

I see no data to support
her self-diagnosis

despite repeated tests.

And on top of that, I see
no support system in place.

No friends or family
in sight.

Dr. Bailey, if you were
this woman's doctor

and you were looking
at her chart,

what would you think?

63% of women who die suddenly
from coronary heart disease

had no previous symptoms,

and women of color are
at a far greater risk.

So if I were consulting
on the patient your describe,

I would take into
consideration statistics

that would never even occur
to people who look like you.

And I do have
a support system.

And a beautiful child

who had a history
presentation this morning

and who is now on his
mid-morning break.

So if you'll excuse me,
we're done here.

What's wrong?!
Are you hurt?!

I got in! I got in!
Full scholarship to Wellesley!

Blue pride, baby!

Congratulations, honey.

6 hours and
40 minutes away!

Are you sure it's
your first choice?

Mom, are you serious?

Harriet Stratemeyer Adams.

Cokie Roberts. Nora Ephron.
Hillary Rodham Clinton!

I'm going to a school
of the greats.

But it's near Boston.

Can you be happy for me?

For once?

Hi, honey.
Hey, how'd it go?

Because I'm your mom and I get
to know all the things. Go.

Wha--

A standing ovation
from all the teachers?

Ohh.

I am so proud of you, Tuck.

I'm so very proud.

Because I'm your mother

and I get to say it
as many times as I want to.

Y-- Yeah. No.
Hey, go to class!

Okay. Hey, and be good
for your dad this weekend.

I love y--

♪♪

♪♪

Please. Please.

Bailey: I need
some help in here!

Well, this is
a s-surprise.

Yeah, I, um --
I-I'm here for a consult.

Another doctor called me.
For a consult.

Well, I-I'm a following up
on something for a colleague.

Oh, another surgeon?

Excuse me. The family waiting
area is down that hall.

We're doctors.

Yeah, uh, following up on
calls we got from your ER.

Then can I help you
find someone?

-Dr. Bailey.
-Miranda Bailey.

I don't see a Dr. Bailey
working here today.

Uh, check
patient records.

I can't share
that information.

HIPAA and all.

But I'm sure
you knew that, Doctors.

Mm.
She's my mom.

Uh, Miranda Bailey
is my mother.

You're her husband?

Uh, no.

Um, but s-she's
my daughter.

B-But he's married to my mom,
Miranda Bailey.

That's right.

Bed number three.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Probably should have led
with husband, huh?

Okay. Just don't mention that
you called her your mother.

No, she had me
very, very young.

Bailey:
Call a code blue!

Hey! Uh...

-Crash cart coming in!
-She's coding!

She had a broken femur!
May have thrown a clot!

All right. Hold on. Hold on.
Hold on, Morgan. Hold on.

V fib.
Charge to 120.

-120.
-Clear!

Charge to 200.

-Charged.
-Clear!

We got her back.

Oh, my God,
Miranda.

Ohh! Damn.
I'm glad to see you.

Bailey!

Hey! Miranda?

Miranda!

-Bailey.

If you didn't tell him,
then how the hell

did he figure out where --
I figured it out because

I have never known you
to take a sick day, ever.

And because I heard them page
Dr. Maxwell when you called me.

And none of that matters.

What matters now is that you
are being hooked up to an EKG

with cardiac symptoms
in someone else's hospital.

-Dr. Maggie Pierce,

Chief of Cardiothoracic
Surgery at Grey Sloan,

and I'm saving
your patient's life.

Look at this EKG!
Elevated STs --

I know
what an MI looks like.

Clearly, you don't,
because she has been
sitting here for hours

and you completely
missed it.

Dr. Bailey,
you know as well as I do

that your previous EKGs
did not show these changes.

Webber. Glad to see the Grey
Sloan team decided to join us.

Dr. Pierce needs to get
Dr. Bailey to cath lab STAT.

I need to open up the blockage
before it's too late.

Let's load her
with Plavix.

You don't have
privileges here.

Now get out of the way
so I can help your friend.

Let's go.

♪♪

-60 damn years.

When I said I do,
I meant I do.

Even though I know what you're
gonna be like in 60 years.

And what am I going to
be like, Dr. Warren?

Bossy.

Ah. Like you're gonna be
some walk in the park.

Maxwell: What is it?
Are you feeling any --

Why is it that men
only listen to women

after they've done
something wrong?

Let's just hold still
so we can get this done.

You have a wife?

I have access
to the LAD.

Y'all. Don't. Listen.

Princess Leia knows
what I'm talking about.

When they went on that planet
with the -- the...Ewoks!

Yeah.

And if Han and Luke
had listened to Leia,

they could've avoided
a lot of misery.

I'm just sayin'.

And...we're...done.

Ewok.

You're welcome,
Dr. Bailey.

♪♪

I know she'll be fine.
She's Bailey.

She's unstoppable.
You can't slow her down.

I'd like you to slow down.
Maybe have a seat.

I checked her charts,
and her first troponin
levels were normal,

so this hasn't been
going on for very long.

Long enough for us
to have noticed.

Between this
and Amelia, I...

I mean,
we're always so busy

running around taking care
of everyone else.

Maybe we're not checking in
on each other enough.

Oh, God.

Are you dying, too?

No.
No one's dying.

Right.
I-- Right. Okay.

Where's Ben?

If Bailey wanted him here,
he'd be here.

Are you okay?

Me?

I'll be fine
when she's fine.

So we're gonna sit here

with you wearing that
terrified look on your face,

for a respectable
amount of time,

so that Dr. Baylow
and her friends can assume

you're having your behind
handed to you on a platter!

You're gonna make a hell
of a surgeon, Dr. Bailey.

Lose the smile.

Okay, you're stable.
The cath procedure went well.

They stented your LAD.

And as soon as
you're up for it,

we want to transfer you
to Grey Sloan

and admit you
to Maggie's service.

No, no. I'm not
being transferred.

No. Everyone knows me
at Grey Sloan.

They'll make
too big a deal.

A heart attack
is a big deal, Bailey!

When was the last time
you called in to work sick?

I have, on occasion,
when necessary.

Mm

Never. Perfect-attendance award
since fourth grade.

I'm not about to
blow that now.
Exactly.

Pierce is the youngest
female cardio chief.

I am the first woman
to become Chief of Surgery.

We didn't get to where we are
by calling in sick

or showing our bellies
or admitting weakness.

No one is gonna think
any less of you.

Okay, when you came back
from being electrocuted,

it was All Hail
the Conquering Hero.

Nobody doubted your ability
to come back.

Miranda, this is not --
No, do not "Miranda" me.

This is a battle
you've never had to fight.

It's taken me way too long
to feel tall there.

And I'll be damned if
I'm gonna let a blocked artery

take me down a peg.

Will you at least
let us call Ben?

Let him know
you're all right?

Is this really something
you want to keep a secret?

Your mother isn't trying
to hold you back.

She's trying
to keep you safe.

She's trying
to keep you alive,

the way she couldn't
keep your sister alive.

I had a sister?

It was before
you were even born.

Her name was Danielle.

She lived two months.

SIDS.

We felt helpless.

Took me a long time

to understand
it wasn't our fault.

To forgive myself.

But your mother
never could.

So when you were born,

she swore she'd never let
anything bad happen to you.

Every single day, she lives
with the fear of losing you.

Hmnh. No transferring.
And no calling my husband.

I'll be fine.

I will rest and recover and
be back to work by tomorrow.

So if you think you're
keeping me out that contest,

you got another thing
coming.

Dr. Bailey --
No. I-I've made up my mind!

What happens at Seattle Pres

stays at Sea--

Her pressure's dropping.

I need an intra-aortic
balloon pump tray STAT!

Okay. Someone page
Maxwell! Now!

Ohh.

Okay.
Just breathe.

-Breathe normal.

Miranda.
Breathe normal. Relax.

Maxwell:
Hold on, Dr. Bailey.

Start dopamine at five mikes
per kig per minute.

She could have
a coronary dissection.

Maybe. Her artery was
extremely torturous.

Maybe if you
had diagnosed her

before she was actively
having a heart attack,

you could've taken your time
with the procedure

instead of having to
rush through it!

I followed the protocol
for ischemic heart disease.

Did you do
a cardiac stress test?

If you had,
you would've seen this

long before
it became emergent.

Now not only has
your stent failed,

but we have to get her
up to the O.R. immediately.

We?

They're talking about doing
an emergency C-section.

Bailey: They can talk
all they want.

I'm not going to Mercy West.
This baby is not coming out.

I need a ride.
You could lose it.
You know this.

Things just happen.

No! The world
just doesn't happen!

Okay? It's not on God!
It's on me!

Stop it! Stop it.

Okay, you're right. Cars are
not safe for children.

Okay? Neither are bookcases
or squirrels.

They're all gonna
get your baby.

You feel this way
because you are a parent.

It'll pass. Mostly.
Some of it never will.

No! Oh, no!
No, no! No!

The elevators
aren't working!

Turn the elevators back on!

Turn them back on!

Oh! Damn it!

No, no, no.
Keep breathing.

The IABP will get you
stabilized, okay?

Maxwell: Get her
straight to the O.R.

Prep her for a repeat angio
and sternotomy.

A sternotomy?!
N-No. No way.

Dr. Pierce, she's likely
going to need a CABG.

Not in two days
or two hours, but now.

If you open up her chest,
you will be putting her
through hell for no reason.

Angioplasty is
no longer an option.

Do the graft via
keyhole procedure.

It's far less invasive.

It's a 3-inch
incision, max.

You can't.
You don't know how.

A conventional approach
is the safest.

Says the man who ignored
his patient for half the day,

insisted that she was wrong, and
now put her in this position,

which she should've never been
in, in the first place.

So please step aside
and give me privileges.

Huh.

Larry, we've known
each other for a long time,

so you can trust me.

If you give Dr. Pierce
privileges,

you will be extremely happy
that you did.

For old time's sake?

Then in a few days,
we can laugh

about the whole thing
on the golf course.

My treat.

Fine. I'll do this
for you, Richard.

-But I'm there the whole time.
-Okay, let's go.

Let's go, everybody.
Need some help.

Come on.

-It's okay.
-It's gonna be okay.

-It's okay.

Mom,
we've been through this.

You can't become a surgeon
unless you go to medical school.

I'm saying --
speech pathology.

It's still
a helping profession.

Plus, you can make
your own hours,

which is no small thing
when starting a family.

Speech pathology
is boring.

And what's the matter
with boring?

Being a surgeon

is the highest-stress job
you could have.

And I don't want you
killing yourself

driving home after
a 100-hour week.

That's just
no way to live.

It's not healthy.
It's not safe.

I'm not Danielle!

William...

Bailey: I...

I'm so sorry, Mom.

Surgery makes me happy.

I need you
to get happy for me.

Look at me.

Look at the Mandy Bailey
that you've raised.

Look. I know
I'm not Danielle.

And I know you miss her,
and I know you're scared.

But I'm not.

I'm happy.
And I'm not afraid.

Please let me live the life that
I know I'm supposed to live.

Bailey?
Bailey, you all right?

Let's get her intubated STAT.
I'm gonna go scrub.

Dr. Pierce!

Call Ben. Call Ben.

I need my husband.
Call my husband.

♪♪

You know what?
Uh, better make it two.

Rough morning?

60 flights of stairs
carrying 50 pounds.

I'm tired, and I'm hungry.
Four more hours to go.

-Uh, yeah.

Next.

Dr. Webber.

♪♪

Maggie: I've dissected
the internal mammary.

Now I'm going --
I'm Chief of Surgery,

bot an intern you have to
walk through the procedure.

Wow.
Wow?

Yeah. Wow.

Wow. You are infuriating.
Wow. You are arrogant.

Wow. Dr. Bailey deserved
so much better than you.

You'd rather cut someone open
stem to stern

than be bothered
to learn something new.

Dr. Pierce, I understand
you're upset, but this is --

I'm not upset.
I am furious.

And I am grateful.

I am grateful that Dr. Bailey
fought for herself

like she does for her patients
every single day.

And I am furious
that she even had to.

-She's in V-fib.
-Damn it! Internal paddles.

Clear.

-Excuse me. Pardon me.
-Whoa!

-Excuse me.
-Hey!

♪♪

♪♪

Where is she?

Oh. She's in the O.R.

Pierce is doing a keyhole CABG
to fix the damage.

How much damage?

We don't know
until she's done.

There's nothing
we can do but wait.

She said
it was indigestion!

♪♪

No concern we'll end up
just friends?

That what
you're looking for?

No.

Me neither.

I'm dating Dr. Bailey.

I know the drill.
I know you.

Oh, maybe it's a phrase.
"My question to you." Anybody?

-13.

Ben: No. It's 14.
Count again.

I just counted.

What, you have X-ray vision
from across the room?

"Will you marry me"
is "my question to you."

And the reason
why that it's so easy

is because
I made the crossword.

The phrase has 14 letters.

"Will," 4, "you," 7,
"marry," 12, "me."

You know, Miranda is one
of the most stubborn,

pigheaded women I know.

Amen.

Brilliant mind.
Terrible cook.

Double amen.

But also the strongest
person I've ever met.

Damn straight.

That feeling you're
having right now?

The waiting, wondering whether
she's gonna make it?

The not knowing
eating at your insides?

That's what you're
asking her to do

every morning
you walk out your door.

How is she?

Oh, well,
w-we're still waiting.

What's --
What's all this?

Ohh.

Wagyu beef brisket
sandwiches.

Garlic mashed potatoes.
Wow.

Mm-hmm. Oh, I will not have you
drinking that swill.

I can't believe
you made all this.

Child, please.
I had my driver pick it up.

Well, come on, fellas.
Feed your faces.

Come on, honey.
Mwah.

You don't get to make
decisions on your own

without a heads-up
anymore.

You don't say, "Maybe
I'll apply to be an intern.

We'll see how it goes.

But for now, it's my little
secret between me and me."

That's not your life
anymore.

When you're sharing
your life with a person,

you talk to them.

You think with them.
You make decisions with them.

You are loyal to them.

You are not a free agent
anymore. Do you understand me?

Does this mean we're
still getting married?

How you feeling?

Fine. Do I know you?

Oh. I-I'm sorry. No.

Uh, I'm Miranda Bailey's
friend.

She'll want to know
how you're doing.

I feel like I got charged
by an angry rhino.

That actually happened
to me once. In Namibia.

Huh.

Doctors said, uh,
your friend saved my life.

She did.

She should seriously work
on that addiction of hers.

Addiction?

Never stops working.

Ah.

Bad for the heart.

Indeed.

Tell her I said so.

Hold up.

A-Am I allowed to ask
how she's doing?

Seeing as how she
saved my life and all.

You're awake.

Good.
You look good.

Well, not good-good, but...

Um, I was able to bypass
the LAD with a graft.

You'll be back to bossing us
around in no time.

Thank you, Dr. Pierce.

♪♪

♪♪

I thought I lost you.

Not a chance.

You call me.

I know.
No, you...

Call me.

♪ Well, you almost
had me fooled ♪

Um...

Talked to my boss
down at the fire station.

Told him I'm done.

♪ Nothing without you ♪
I'm done, Miranda.

Mm.
Benjamin Warren.

♪ I can thank you for
how strong I have become ♪

Call him back.
I'm sorry?

♪ 'Cause you brought the flames
and you put me through hell ♪

You fighting fires
terrifies me.

Life is...terrifying.

But I could die
of a heart attack

and you could die
crossing the street tomorrow.

♪ Prayin' ♪

Life is too precious

to waste doing anything less
than what makes us happy.

♪ I hope you find
your peace ♪

You get to be happy.

Just promise me
one thing.

♪ Prayin' ♪

Hm?

Anything.

Mm. Build me
a tree house.

I'm guessing those
pain meds are working.

Steal yourself one of those
fancy fireman's ladders

and build me a tree house
I can read in.

A girl needs some peace

to read a good book.

♪ And you said
that I was done ♪

Highest tree
you can find.

♪ Well, you were wrong, and now
the best is yet to come ♪

Highest tree I can find.

Bailey: It's not about
whether you spend your life

in a board room, your bedroom,

or on a beach with
a Mai Tai in Maui.

When you look back
on your life,

the only thing
that matters is --

Did you spend it
doing what you love?

With the people you love?

Elena: Hello?

Were you happy?

Mom.

Mandy! I was just
about to call you.

You know Shari-Lynn
down on Dogwood Road?

She and her daughter went
to Memphis on a road trip,

for God knows what,

and stayed in
a terrible hotel.

Car broken into.
Room broken into.

Oh, it was an awful mess.
And for what?

For Graceland?

Tell me you aren't
having delusions

about a road trip with Tuck
any time soon.

Mandy?
Are you still there?

Miranda, what's wrong?

I'm hurt, Mom.

I-I got hurt.

I had a heart attack.

♪♪

And it was scary.

But I'm okay.

♪♪

I had surgery.

And I'm going to be okay.

I know.

I know you are.

You are my Mandy.

Mm-hmm.

♪ I hope you're
somewhere prayin' ♪

Did you make the most
of this beautiful,

terrifying, messed

♪ I hope your soul is changin' ♪

Did you let go of all the
things that held you back?

♪ Changin' ♪

♪ I hope you find your peace ♪

So you can hold on
to what matters most?

♪ Falling on your knees ♪

♪ Prayin' ♪

♪♪

♪♪

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