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♪ Got those blue skies up above ♪

My mother always used to say

that you could tell the difference between an intern

and a second-year resident by their sutures.

Wait, ladybug, you forgot your lunch again.

Made your favorite.

♪ Mm, mm

♪ Oh, oh, oh

My favorite.

Go back inside, Grammy. Dad's getting your breakfast.

Bye, baby. Love you.

♪ Ain't got no reason to complain ♪

♪ No, no, no

One of the more common mistakes an intern makes

is tying their sutures too tightly,

which causes tension.

♪ ...at all that's going down

Wow. Right? It's my first.

Car? Place.

I installed a Wi-Fi hotspot and a camper stove. Ah.

And, no, you can't borrow it.

The more tension, the longer it takes the wound to heal.

It decreases blood flow, increases scar formation,

and even necroses the skin.

What are you doing? I worked till 4:00 a.m.

Thought I'd put on fresh underwear.

Please do not tell me that you are living here.

I'm not. It's just a safe space

to put my stuff till I find a permanent place.

Oh, my God.

Please don't say anything to my mom.

I don't even talk to your mom!

Ah, this whole sister hate thing may work in my favor.

Okay, just come stay at Meredith's for a few days.

If you're gonna survive internship here,

you're gonna need a night or two of good sleep. Nope.

You at least need to do laundry.

You're offering to wash my underwear?

We agreed. No special favors.

So even though they may have technically closed the wound...

Hey.

...they may have opened the door to even more problems.

♪ Yeah, yeah We're late.

♪ Oh, it's a good, good day

Whoa, whoa! Slow down!

My God. We almost just died.

Have you seen these e-mails

about Nick Marsh's plans for the residency program?

It's weird. The Residency Director

is e-mailing about the residents.

He wants to push pre-rounds by an hour,

set up a mixer with the nursing staff,

and wants to bring in a yoga instructor.

Oh! When? When will they work?

I mean, he's doing exactly what I thought he would,

but I just thought he would, I don't know,

stop by my office or send me an e-mail or call me.

Sounds like this is not entirely about the way he does his job.

The job that you offered him.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

So, I suppose I will see you ladies tonight.

Did you forget? Zola's presentation

for the Pacific Northwest Scholars.

Her paper is a finalist for their merit program.

What's the paper about?

Her hero. Dr. Ellis Grey.

Twist. I don't care.

I'll show up for anything that celebrates Zola.

I'll see you tonight. See you.

Nurse Krueger to the O.R. Nurse Krueger to the O.R.

Hello. Listen up.

Dr. Schmitt is your chief resident.

He's our only senior resident.

He's gonna be handing out your assignments

while I'm doing a kidney transplant.

Who can name the top three causes

of end-stage renal disease?

Hypertension, diabetes, glomerulonephritis.

He didn't raise his hand.

Yeah, I don't care about any of that.

Am I correct? Yeah, you are.

Do I get to scrub in? No, uh, you cannot.

Okay. Have fun, Schmitt.

I haven't slept in two days.

I am answering pages from six different services,

and I had a cupcake for breakfast, so no one complain.

Adams, you're with Dr. Pierce. Kwan's with Ndugu.

Yasuda, report to Owen Hunt.

And, uh, Millin and Griffith, surgical consult in the pit.

Uh, two of us for one consult?

Two interns make a whole doctor.

Now, don't embarrass me or kill anyone

or drop anything inside a patient.

This is the moment you go.

Come on.

Dr. Kwan.

Yeah. Tell me what you see.

Pericardial effusion? That's right,

which is compressing this patient's heart.

What would be your recommendation?

Hi! Remember Mr. Veras? He's back,

and his trach is infected. Can you take a look?

Also, a new patient in 523 needs an echo

and admissions orders for observation.

Are you talking to me or--

Always assume I'm not.

I have a VATS lobectomy in an hour.

I pushed that to this afternoon.

Maggie, I already rescheduled that patient twice.

I double-checked his labs.

A few hours will not change his status.

Okay, uh, yeah, I will get it all done.

Thank you. I will check in with you

after my valve replacement.

We're doing a valve replacement? What type of valve?

TAVR. But you are on scut.

No special favors, right? Uh--

Uh...

All I did was put in a chest tube.

Was there an attending in the room?

It's the E.R., Teddy. There's about three attendings

in this area at all times. Was one specifically watching you?

One specifically has been barking at me 24/7,

so, yeah, I assumed she was still here.

Do you need something? Mika Yasuda,

reporting for Dr. Hunt's service.

I'm his intern today.

You know, you might want to find a new service.

Yeah, Dr. Hunt used to be chief of trauma,

and then he lost his mind, so now I'm chief of trauma.

Yeah, also, she's my lovely wife and mother of my children.

Her favorite color is blue.

Did she really need to know that?

Yes. To humanize you!

According to the Washington Medical Commission,

if he attempts to do anything on his own,

he will be reported and lose his medical license.

Understood?

Oh, so I'm supposed to...

Call an additional attending for the following--

intubations, chest tubes,

surgical consults, I&Ds, NG tubes,

lap repairs, washouts...

Pretty sure this isn't surgical.

Well, don't give up hope yet.

So, when did the, uh-- the vomiting start?

I can't remember.

Any alcohol last night? Drugs?

We shared a few drinks while playing "Barn Finders"

at a friend's apartment. Oh.

It's a video game.

You play? Sometimes.

Not at all.

Yeah, we got back at like 3:00 a.m.,

and, uh, we split some leftover fried rice

I had in my fridge. It's from that place

across the street from the student union.

We are never ordering from there again.

Any blood in your vomit?

I-I don't know. Here.

Okay, well, we'll get you both started on some IV fluids,

and then we'll give you another run--

Okay, just-- Just stay calm.

Okay? Take a deep breath for me if you can.

Uh, Dr. Griffith,

we need some oxygen here, please. On it.

Okay.

What's happening to him?!

Uh, hold on. Hold on.

What the hell is this? I don't know.

Well, find somebody who does!

Okay.

Hi!

Hi, Pru! Luna, say hi!

Okay, healthy snacks, check.

Uh, sanitizer, check.

This is my kind of mom group.

No endless brunches, no power walking in full makeup

and earrings and tight leggings.

Alright, waters, uh, baby wipes, yes,

and, uh, sunscreen.

You are organized.

Not my first rodeo.

Thank you so much for calling. All I do is work

and watch Link bring home half the women in Seattle,

which, you know, I'm not one to judge a choice, but it--

Uh-huh. Okay. Look, if we hurry,

the girls can go down the slide while it's still in the shade.

Oh. Uh, are we late?

Yes. Let's power-walk.

Okay.

Did you page both of us?

Uh, I paged Chief Grey. I paged Dr. Webber.

Did you happen to talk to each other before doing that?

Uh, never mind. Never mind. Uh, what do you got?

Um, 19-year-old male with abdominal pain, vomiting, and chills.

He recently was experiencing chest pain,

shortness of breath, and a rash on his abdomen and chest.

Okay.

What about him?

College roommate.

They ate the same thing

four hours before both presenting with

food poisoning symptoms,

but he hasn't developed a rash or shortness of breath.

It's on his legs and his arms, also.

Let's get blood cultures, get a chest X-ray.

Put him on high-flow oxygen. Admit him to the ICU.

Call internal medicine and page us when you're done.

One of us.

Excuse me. Hi.

Do I need all that stuff, too?

So, your intake form says that you're experiencing

abdominal discomfort, Mr. Peters?

Harold, please.

But I may know what the discomfort is from--

There you are! This hospital's a maze.

Sharon, I told you to wait in the car.

And I told you I thought that was a stupid idea.

I still can't find my phone.

What if the kids call and need something?

You won't be able to help if you're on an operating table.

What's wrong with him? I'm fine.

Probably an ulcer or something. He says that

every time we're supposed to go to my mother's.

Your abdomen is distended,

so I'm gonna have to do an ultrasound

to figure out how to proceed, okay?

I have three minutes.

And I'm not sure I'm gonna survive them.

Do I need to remind you why I'm here, Dr. Hunt?

Well, it's been about 10 minutes since the last time,

so, sure, knock yourself out.

Are you all doctors? Teddy, this is just an ultrasound.

So then it should go quick. Hi, I'm Dr. Altman.

Yes, we are all doctors. And you're all necessary?

No. You know what? Why don't you just do this yourself?

Well, if I were to do everything myself,

then no one would learn. Would they?

We're a teaching hospital.

We should have gone to Seattle Pres.

Oh, geez.

I'll be right back.

Dr. Schmitt.

I was supposed to remove the drains

from Dr. Ndugu's patient an hour ago.

I have to go round on Webber's post-ops,

and the nurses keep texting me angry emojis.

I can't work for Dr. Hunt because it means

you're also working for Dr. Altman,

which means you're working for velociraptors.

They're vicious, can snap in an instant,

but there is a mind-game component

going on between those two that is so deep,

it might destroy all of civilization.

Short, succinct, clear sentences.

What? I don't have time to pee,

and you just said so many words.

Can I be on your service instead of Dr. Hunt's?

No.

Now get back in there and do your job.

Thank you. Hey. I just asked Winston

if he could help on an anterior approach for a spinal fusion,

and he said to check with you?

He's monitoring a few patients for me,

and I may need an assist on a TAVR.

Well, I can assist on the TAVR.

Out.

Is everything okay with Winston?

He seemed a little-- Was he doing his scissors talk?

I don't know what you mean.

When Winston gets irritated, he talks like scissors--

Like, every word, it sounds like snip, snip, snip.

He wants to yell, but he holds back,

so he just cuts the air with his words.

I thought he was mad at me.

No, he's mad at me.

I pushed his surgery because I'm a perfectionist

and I want perfection for my patients.

And there's no such thing as perfection in interns,

and there are still no senior residents,

so I ask perfect Winston.

Yeah, well, I still need someone to help on my spinal fusion,

so you need to work on all that.

We do have one senior resident.

Dr. Schmitt.

Page him.

And don't eavesdrop on my conversations.

What happened? He became completely unresponsive,

and his pressure tanked. The rash is now everywhere.

Let's start him on pressors. Push sux, etomidate.

Get me an intubation tray.

Two of you, come around here. Stand behind me.

Watch exactly what I'm doing. You want to make sure

you have full visualization of the vocal cords.

Griffith, come around and listen for breath sounds.

Bilateral breath sounds. Okay, great job.

Thank you.

Uh, Chief Grey?!

♪ Well, your touch holds me captive ♪

Hey, I need you to come back to work now.

I make more money here.

You do not.

Uh, as a resident, I made around 55K a year, before taxes,

when I regularly worked 80-hour weeks,

and weekends and holidays.

The math sucks, Levi. Not to mention

I didn't love the stress that came with it.

If I make a mistake here, nobody dies.

Taryn, you are a surgeon.

I was a surgeon.

Now I'm a bartender

and you're on the vagina squad.

Was! I was on the vagina squad.

Now I am chief resident, general surgery.

Only because I'm not coming back.

Disagree.

So come back and prove me wrong.

No.

Grey wants you back.

Did she say that?

Meredith is straight,

and I have enough self-esteem now to know

to only fall for women who might love me back.

So, thanks, but no thanks.

Wow.

Bartending really is good for you, huh?

Right?

Please come back anyway.

No! Oh!

Ugh!

I'm coming, Dr. Pierce.

Bye.

Initially presented like textbook food poisoning,

and then evolved into septic shock within hours.

Do we have the source of infection?

Uh, no. Not yet.

His chest X-ray shows bilateral pleural effusions,

and he's exhibiting signs of DIC.

The rash is non-blanching. It could be petechiae.

I initially thought it was Steven Johnson Syndrome,

but the rash doesn't peel with pressure.

Any case reports of Bacillus cereus

and sepsis after eating rice? It's not Bacillus cereus.

It's not food poisoning at all.

Have any of you ever seen a patient bleed from every orifice

after eating bad leftover rice?

Well, then solve it. What?

You and Millin and the rest of the interns,

hit the research and figure it out.

Before it's too late.

Hello, Altman.

Well, I'm glad you and Hunt decided to come back.

I imagine it's hard with everything he has to go through right now.

Let me guess. Owen thinks that I'm drinking too much,

so he asked you to intervene.

Thanks. I'm good.

I was just asking how you were doing.

Well, I have spent the last six months on my feet

working locum tenens in L.A.

while Owen developed an artistic penchant

for building sand castles, which was fun for the kids,

but, honestly, the sand castles were pretty basic.

And since his legal team bankrupted us,

Owen and I now have lengthy arguments about important topics

like whether to buy name-brand or store-brand shampoo.

Every time I look at his face, I am filled with such annoyance

that I have to go outside and pretend to garden

when, really, my kids are just seeing me rip up plants.

The worst part of all of it is--

is that I still don't want to leave him

because he's the father of my kids,

and somewhere really deep down inside, I still love him.

And wine helps me remember that,

so I drink three glasses a night.

But never at work.

And the kids are in bed by 8:00,

and I don't get behind the wheel.

I mean, the riskiest thing that I may do

is watch too many puppy videos at night.

Is that a problem for you, sir?

Always good to see you, Altman.

Hey! Adams.

Dr. Shepherd.

I wanted to run something by you.

About a patient.

I'll catch up.

I found you some apartments to see.

Mom always said you were the best liar.

That was bad lying.

Wait, is that a loft? Eh, kinda.

I think there's some creative license with the advertising,

but it's near Meredith's.

Uh, great, send it to me.

You can visit, see the kids, eat for free.

You won't see me cook, but Meredith's pretty good,

and Maggie makes dinner on Sundays.

Hey, can you not walk so close?

What's wrong with you?

You're hovering. I'm helping.

The more people see us together, the easier it's gonna be

for them to figure out we're related.

I've already been designated the screw-up.

Please don't make it worse. Bye.

You know, it could be toxic shock syndrome.

That would explain the rash.

But there's no liver or renal dysfunction.

Have you considered erythema multiforme?

No one asked you. I asked him.

What? Chief Grey told us to.

I will ask everyone

if it prevents my name going on a death certificate.

So, who's dying? How can we help?

It's a 19-year-old male, ate leftover fried rice,

vomited for six hours,

a generalized, purple, star-shaped rash

all over his body, and is now in full-blown septic shock.

Ah, he looks pretty dead already.

That's from bad rice?

I've never seen so much vomit,

and my parents did a lot of hallucinogens.

And it was like a-- like a rainbow of vomit.

Like red-brown, yellow-green, bilious.

I'm done. DRESS syndrome?

No. He doesn't take any meds,

and his eosinophil count is normal.

- Kawasaki disease? - No.

Ugh. I have to go find an attending

to supervise my attending so they can supervise

me learning nothing.

Have fun.

Rickettsial disease? No.

It's not even your case.

Well, that should tell you how wrong you are.

Harold, so, your ultrasound didn't show any abnormalities,

so we're gonna do a CT scan to get a better look, okay?

Is it possible to get some privacy?

You and I? Without-- Oh, um, Dr. Yasuda,

can you take Mrs. Peters to grab a coffee?

Yeah. Mrs. Peters, if you would just follow me--

Oh! It's here.

I used the app to locate my phone. It's in here.

Let me call it. Sharon, please--

Ah, Harold, give me two seconds,

and you can be alone all you want.

I really need you to leave.

Sharon!

Shh-shh-shh-shh.

Oh, for God's sake, are you sitting on it?

It sounds like it's coming directly from yo--

Mm. Harold,

did you stick my phone up your ass?

Please say no.

You're always on the damn thing!

Oh, my God. We don't even know

what your face looks like anymore

'cause you're glued to social media!

Unbelievable.

Ow! Oh, my God!

Page Dr. Altman so I can retrieve

the phone.

Hang it up! Yeah. Oh, oh, God.

So, are things at least improving at Grey-Sloan?

How are you doing it? Doing what?

Not breaking things

and sobbing uncontrollably and screaming in public

every time you look at Pru's face

and think about the world that she's growing up in?

I try to remember she's already lost one parent,

and if I did something to get myself arrested,

no one would be there

to read her "The Pout-Pout Fish" at bedtime.

I mean, Ben, he just reads the words.

I do it with the rhythm.

Carina and I did extend our clinic hours

to accommodate the patients from out of state.

Oh. Are you having to pick up more hours in surgery,

or has that calmed down now that the interns are back?

No!

What? I thought you wanted

to be my mom friend.

I'm just making conversation.

You are using me for information about the hospital.

You want me to be your Deep Throat!

I prefer Delta Source...

...an Imperial intelligence source

during the early years of the New Republic.

Well, you gonna talk or not?

Alright, Harold, let me know

if you feel any discomfort, okay?

Physical or emotional?

Uh, we're gonna be fast.

Okay, Yasuda, I need you to press hard

on the lower left quadrant, okay?

Don't forget gloves.

I'm beginning to understand why you did this, Harold.

What? Okay, ready here.

Okay, here we go. Now, Harold,

I'm gonna need you to bear down.

No one should ever say that to another human being.

And push.

Alright, try forceps or a balloon catheter.

Push harder, Harold.

Owen, if you can't grasp it,

he's gonna have to go to the operating room.

You wanna take that to his wife?

Hmm?

I'm the guy who killed his college roommate.

They're gonna make podcasts about me.

He is not dead.

And I believe we can save him

once we know exactly how to treat him.

Can you tell me anything you know about him?

Um, he's from Massachusetts. Parents are divorced,

and I don't ask about it 'cause my parents are divorced

and I don't like talking about it.

Uh, he's a history major,

loves sports documentaries, hates coffee, I mean--

Anything you know about his health.

Oh. Um...

He had syphilis once.

Hello.

Hey. Hi.

How was the, uh, kidney transplant?

Uh, well, it's making urine already,

so, you know, on par. Good.

Yeah. Good.

And you're liking the, um, new position?

I saw all the changes that you made.

Yeah. Uh, is there an issue?

Not at all.

Okay, good.

Where are you staying?

You know, same place on Union.

Oh. I like that place.

Yeah, you're acting a little weird.

Excuse me. Chief Grey? Yes.

Um, it's Chase.

Oh. Okay. Sorry.

Good luck. Sorry.

His foot's cold, and I can't get a Doppler signal

anywhere below the knee. We don't make a move,

this leg could turn gangrenous.

Any family around?

His mother is on a plane as we speak.

Well, if she wants to see her son alive,

that leg's gotta go.

You have to amputate?

You do.

I'm sorry, what? Cutting something off

is way easier than reattaching it.

Get him prepped and upstairs.

Advance the guide wire carefully to the aortic annulus.

It's very angulated here.

I don't want to injure anything.

It's okay. Just go slowly.

There. Good.

Schmitt, why aren't you in O.R. 4?

Because I am trying really hard not to injure

this man's vasculature in thi O.R.

You prepped and studied for my VATS lobectomy.

And if I remember correctly, you begged to be my assist.

If you were supposed to be his assist,

then why are you in here being mine?

The schedule changed so much.

And you are chief of cardio.

And I play Dungeons & Dragons, so I follow hierarchy.

And for the record, I'm very tired.

Please don't say that with your hands in my patient.

I thought I was helping you.

By taking my assist to be yours?

Winston-- Alright, you know what?

I'll reschedule the lobectomy again.

Hi.

Oh, uh, Marsh. Yeah.

What exactly is "mini Grand Rounds,"

and why was I invited?

Uh, we did them in Minnesota.

Interns take turns presenting on cases to their class.

It helps their skills for rounds and future lecture capabilities.

So it's good.

Well, what am I supposed to do?

Well, I thought you could be there

to help me provide feedback.

Look, is this gonna be a thing?

Someone questions me every time I make a change to the program?

Because I kinda thought that's why I was hired here.

Look, um, six months ago,

I was trying everything I could to save this place.

My wife wasn't doing well.

I blamed you for Meredith going to Minnesota.

I wasn't my best self.

I've already apologized to Meredith about it.

And, um, well, you deserve the same.

I'm sorry.

I appreciate that, Dr. Webber, I do, but...

it does kinda feel like there's more here.

Oh, no. N--

Well, okay, yes.

Um, it's none of my business,

and I'm not exactly sure what happened between the two of you,

but, um, she's worth taking a job for.

If that's why you did it.

And I'd be honored to join you for feedback.

Okay.

Oh, and, uh, Marsh, uh,

program's yours now.

♪ Ah, ah

♪ From my head to my toes, from my heart to my soul ♪

♪ Feel my pulse, yeah, it's racing electric ♪

I thought you were getting to scrub in with Dr. Ndugu.

His wife rescheduled it.

♪ Keep my spirit alive

He's married to Dr. Pierce, and there are clearly issues.

Ah, do they back-seat-drive each other's rectals?

What is that a euphemism for?

Nothing. I literally just experienced that with Dr. Altman and Dr. Hunt.

Why is everyone married to each other?

Because doctors have no lives

and no time to meet normal people.

♪ Are you ready? Mm-hmm

Great. Everything sucks.

♪ Gonna have a good time

♪ Tell me, are you ready? Mm-hmm ♪

♪ Tell me, are you ready?

♪ Gonna have a good time

Are you flirting with me on a sick patient's leg?

No. No, no, no. No, no, no. No.

Crap. No. That is not me flirting.

That is me being an encouraging teacher.

Supportive.

In an appropriate way.

Uh, I didn't put a winky face next to it or anything.

I-I genuinely don't want you to cut off the wrong leg.

♪ Tell me, are you ready? Tell me, are you ready? ♪

Ten blade, please.

♪ Tell me, are you ready?

♪ Gonna have a good time

♪ Tell me, are you ready? Tell me, are you ready? ♪

♪ Tell me, are you ready?

♪ Gonna have a good time, good time ♪

♪ Mm-mm

♪ Mm-mm, mm-mm

What happened? He just started breathing really hard,

then he made this choking sound.

Is he dead? He's in cardiac arrest.

He needs to be intubated. Should I get Dr. Altman?

No, there's no time. Mrs. Peters,

I need you to step outside. But Harold--

We're gonna take care of him, okay?

Wait, you're gonna do it? Nope.

I'm gonna walk you through it now.

Switch with me.

Okay, don't over-think this, Yasuda.

Make sure you have everything ready that you need.

Test the tube.

Tube looks good. Stylet.

Okay, grab the scope.

Okay. Other way.

Ah, sorry. Visualize the cords.

Okay. Ready?

Okay. I can see them. Take the tube. Insert it.

We don't have much time here, so one fluid motion.

Trust your instincts on the angle.

I got it through.

Cuffs up.

Let's start bagging.

Well?

Breath sounds on both sides.

Breath sounds on both sides. Nice work, Yasuda.

Airway is secured.

All we need to do now is, uh, get his circulation back.

Good job.

I requested a single room.

Grew up an only child

and have-- or had-- social anxiety.

Dreaded meeting new people, large parties.

Anytime I got an e-mail during orientation

with the word "mixer" in the subject line, I-I panicked.

Then Student Services assigned me a roommate.

And I almost dropped out.

Till I met Chase.

I know this is gonna sound really weird,

but you know those emotional support animals

for people who can't handle crowded places?

You're comparing him to... a dog.

He fixed all my issues!

I mean, he-- he showed me how to walk up to a group of people

and actually talk to them.

We haven't gotten into a single fight,

and we basically live on top of each other

inside of a crowded dorm.

I mean, we've had colds together, flu, athlete's foot,

which I don't know if you've had, but--

Crowded dorm.

Do you know if Chase received

all of his childhood vaccinations?

I don't know. Why?

I-Is he gonna be okay?

I hope so!

I know this goes against everything you've been taught,

but you need to cut harder.

All the way through the joint, layer by layer.

Griffith? The food poisoning

was a distractor. Chase has meningococcus.

His cultures came back? Not finalized,

but I checked his records. He was never vaccinated for it,

and his gram stain is showing gram-negative diplococci.

Meningococcus would explain the septic shock.

Not to mention, it's common in college-- College dorms.

There's too much blood. I-I can't control the bleeding.

Oh, God. He's not clotting properly due to the DIC.

Damn it. I did everything you told me to!

Clamp. Elevate the leg.

Turn up the tourniquet.

Clamp.

So residents now get free weekly lunch...

Mm-hmm. ...attending mentors,

and an extra hour of sleep?

Mm-hmm. And let me guess,

there's a pinball machine in the locker room now, too?

No. Oh, but I did hear a rumor

about monthly passes to a yoga studio.

You think the program's gone soft.

No. I think it's finally headed in the right direction.

I'm angry because I tried

to implement similar changes at various times

and was always met with resistance.

You're allowed to change your mind.

If you miss it, you can come back.

I started a garden at Pru's preschool.

We planted daffodils and sunflowers

and talked about plant life cycles

and how when you plant a seed,

the roots have to grow first, before anything else.

I wrote a sex education program with a community clinic.

I'm answering phones for a women's organization.

I am planting seeds.

Growing roots.

I-I think I'm following, but--

I'm still not ready.

You're still not ready. No.

Okay.

But, Wilson...

I do count you as a mom friend.

Altman paged me. What do you got?

A central line. I can't do it on my own.

Alright, okay. You go ahead, Hunt.

Okay. Thank you.

I'm sure she loves every moment of this.

You know, she considers this payback

for the past six months when I wasn't able to work.

I mean, I was miserable, Richard.

I'm a trauma surgeon who was trained in the military.

I am wired to work.

So instead of sitting around drinking

and looking at people with hate,

I surfed to distract myself.

I built sand castles to entertain my kids.

I wrote letters to Congress in support of burn pit legislation.

And I maybe chose

the most expensive attorney that I could find

to get my career back. And you know what's hilarious?

She's the one who said that we should run.

And I listened 'cause she's my wife and I love her.

I love her despite the fact

that she highlights our credit-card bill balance

and posts it on the fridge just so I don't forget

that we're broke.

So now, not only am I

living with someone who resents me at home,

she stands over me every second here at work.

Line's in.

Um...

I-I suggest you find some physical space.

Yeah. You got any ideas?

Dr. Gear to the E.R., stat. Dr. Gear to the E.R., stat.

I'm sorry I messed up your schedule.

Today, or the past six months?

I know I've leaned on you, and I-I'm sorry,

but you are so talented, and I needed that in my O.R.

I needed to be able to trust the person standing next to me.

And we didn't have any residents.

Now we do. We have interns.

Okay. That makes it okay to treat me

the way you used to treat me back when we were at Tufts?

As your resident?

Of course not.

Why do you think I'm so talented, Maggie?

Because you-- you are.

I mean, you've studied.

You've practiced. You work really hard.

I had a good teacher. That's why.

And you can't expect everyone to be as good as you and me

unless you teach them.

Unless we teach them.

And I can't do that

if you're constantly pulling me off my cases.

It's not fair to me. It's not fair to my patients.

It's not fair to this next class.

Okay.

Okay?

I really am a good teacher, aren't I?

Just don't let them fall in love with you.

Because--

He looks awful. * Stony roads uphill

But he's alive.

And he doesn't have a leg? From the knee down.

But you can live without a leg. And he has that option now.

Due to Dr. Griffith's quick thinking.

The culture came back for meningococcus.

His mom should be here soon, but you can go and sit with him

so long as we get you gowned and gloved.

Thank you. Okay.

♪ Can anybody hear me?

♪ Mama always said that

We'll all need to be on a four-day regimen

of prophylactic antibiotics due to the exposure.

♪ 'Cause you might just burn yourself ♪

How's Millin? I don't know.

Okay, well, Chase had uncontrollable coagulopathy.

Any one of you would have struggled to control that bleeding.

So be there for her, because when it's you that makes the mistake--

I won't. You wil and when you do,

those people are the only people who will understand.

It's too early to go numb, Griffith.

What if I'm not the comforting type?

Surely there must be something that makes you feel better

when you have a day like that.

♪ If this has a meanin', then I will keep breathin' ♪

I have faith in you.

♪ As long as it takes

♪ Where will I go now, I don't need to know now ♪

♪ No weight on my shoulder, the wind will tell ♪

Mmm.

It's the only place in the hospital that smells good.

Like peppermint.

♪ 'Cause you might just burn yourself * It's eucalyptus.

Stuffed animals are pretty soft, too.

♪ Oh, I

♪ The more you inspire

♪ The more you see yourself

♪ Oh, ah

Come in.

You paged? Yeah. I just, uh--

I wanted to go over this budget request

for the, um, "Lunch & Learns."

What is a Lunch & Learn? Well, the department

provides the interns protected time for lunch once a week,

and rotating attendings will lecture.

You really want to talk about this right now?

Do you have somewhere else to be?

Why does it seem like you're mad at me?

I'm not.

You haven't said two words to me since you've been here.

I thought, since you were here--

That's just it. Wha-- You thought what?

I-I kind of need you to say it here, Meredith.

You need me to say what?

Great, you're both here.

We're in the middle of something right now.

I can't work for Teddy.

It's been a day. It's been a week.

But anyway, I talked an intern through an intubation today,

and I was pretty damn good at it,

so let me be a teacher for these next six months.

That's how I can be helpful.

I won't keep attendings away from their own services,

and Schmitt won't be run into the ground.

Let me work for you. I'll teach labs,

skills, sutures, anything. I'm your guy to teach.

Because I cannot stand in that E.R.

with my wife looking over my shoulder,

or only something terrible will happen.

So save my marriage, Nick Marsh. Please, save me.

Okay?

Oh. Sure. Okay. Thank you.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you. Yeah.

If you disagree with any of the changes, let me know.

Nick. Nick!

Look, I don't have time for all this back and forth, Meredith.

And based on the way people just walk on in here,

neither do you.

Good night.

I went numb.

The program shut down, and we lost a patient.

And you didn't have my back.

You know how many people I've lost in my life.

And when I watched you walk away,

and I thought I lost you, then I went numb.

That's why I didn't call you for six months.

An then when I saw you in the surgical corridor, I...

I could feel again.

I know I'm still in love with you.

I know my life is crazy.

And I know I can't stop people

from coming in the door every five minutes

and interrupting absolutely everything I do.

But I do know that I love you.

So if that's what you need to hear,

I'll say it, as many times as you need to hear it.

Can I take you to dinner?

Let me take you to dinner.

No.

No?

But you can take me

to Zola's presentation

for the Pacific Northwest Scholars.

I'm in.

Okay.

See you tonight.

Tension exists throughout the entire body.

♪ Ooh

How it affects you depends on how you manage it.

Why? It's a coping mechanism.

There was a study out of Amsterdam

that said when people touch stuffed animals,

especially if they have low self-esteem,

it helps relieve anxiety.

I don't have low self-esteem.

I intubated a patient today.

Neither does Adams.

He's sleeping with Dr. Shepherd, chief of neuro.

What? I-- Well, it makes me feel better.

I'm not. Why-- Why-- Why would you think that?

Uh, I saw you two coming out of the on-call room together,

whispering in the halls.

Unless you have a different explanation?

Geez.

Oh, everyone owes me $12 for the stuffed animals.

Nope. Who gives people a present

then asks them to pay for it? Hey.

♪ I will walk

I'm more of a cat person.

Some people can self-regulate

by breathing, meditation, exercise.

They develop tools that help them fight the stress

and reduce the pain it causes.

While at the Clinic in Minnesota,

Dr. Grey conducted six different clinical trials

that helped lead to advances in cellular regeneration

related to liver disease.

She began a seventh, but she unfortunately never completed it

because she started exhibiting signs

of early onset Alzheimer's disease.

Early--

Early onset Alzheimer's disease can be a...

But not all people

are wired that way. Be a...

♪ Where's the saving grace?

Early onset Alzheimer's can be a genetic illness in which...

Alzheimer's can be a...

Um, it's genetic, which means...

Some people feel completely overwhelmed by it.

Something's wrong. It's genetic. It means...

It means my mom and my aunt, they'll get it, too.

They'll get it. They're gonna die, and I'll have no one.

My aunt and my mom are gonna die.

They're gonna die. They're gonna die.

And the tension freezes their bodies

until they can't move at all.

It's okay.

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