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We doctors take pride in the fact that
we can basically sleep standing up...

Anytime, anywhere.

Jackson.

Stop. Stop!

Hey, hey, Jackson.

- What?
- Stop. Stop.

I'm sorry, but you
need to take something.

Where's Charles?

Charles.

Where's Charles?

Hey, stop.

It's Lexie. Wake up.

Time for work?

Yeah, just about.

But it's a false pride,

because the truth is...

After about 20 hours without sleep...

You might as well just
come to work drunk...

Doctor or not.

So it's no wonder that fatal
medical errors increase at night...

When we doctors are...

Proudly...

Sleeping on our feet.

Recently... Our communal pride

has been shattered,

and our egos have been
wounded by new laws...

That require that we sleep all
day before we work all night.

Dr. Shepherd. There's french toast
and coffee if you want breakfast.

It's 6:00 p.m.

right. Um, bacon for your dinner?

Thank you, no.

We're not happy about it.

But as someone who may one
day need medical care...

You really should be.

It's night of the living dead out there.

I'm still sleeping.

A whole day happened
while you were sleeping.

Let's see. I did three
aneurysm surgeries.

I consulted on a massive spinal tumor.

That was neat. Got the Phillips grant.

And oh, by the way, the, uh, soup of the
day in the cafeteria was potato leak soup.

You got the grant?

Yeah, I got the grant.

You got the Alzheimer's grant?

Yeah, I got the Alzheimer's grant.

Mark is putting together a
little celebration at Joe's.

But I would much rather
celebrate here with you.

I am late for work.

Gotta love the night shift.

- Proud of you.
- Thank you.

Nice face.

Well, at least I can do surgery.

How's that hand?

Ah, it'd be better if you
hadn't run your face into it.

So he beats the hell out of you, and
now you're laughing about it?

Ah, some of us can move on.

You're sitting on my coat.

And some of us can't.

Did you just yawn? Was that a yawn?

Don't tell us that you're tired
after getting to sleep all day.

It's not as easy as it sounds.

Not easy?

Not e... when I was a resident, i
actually worked for a living.

I did every other night
call for five years.

There were days that i
didn't go home for 72 hours.

I loved it.

As you trudged through the snow
while you whittled your own scalpels.

Sorry. I didn't quite catch that, Karev.

Uh, Karev, I need you to
follow up on my post-ops.

And here. Take this research.

Divide out all the fistula cases.

Avery and little Grey, Hunt
is wag for you in the pit.

All right.

Try not to screw up our patients.

Good night and good luck.

Gonna be over at the
bar. Try not to need us.

Dr. Grey? Shepherd's wife?

You're with me tonight.

- Yes.
- Good. I heard you're good.

Listen, i'm late for dinner, so, um, I made
a list of my patients, their protocols.

Basically, everybody's stable. Just
try and keep 'em that way.

And if I need to get
in touch with you, sir?

You won't... 'Cause you're good.

Nice to meet you.

Everybody else is
stable. Watch I.C.U. bed 12.

He may need to be intubated, and call
me if there are any major traumas.

Avery.

How you feeling?

What, my hand? It's
fine. Just a little bruised.

No, i'm not talking about your hand.

Trauma demands a cool head.

- If you're not up to
this, then... no, i'm good. Thanks.

Karev and I are cool. That's, uh...
Over, out of my system.

You don't have to prove anything here.

- If you need a couple of
shifts off... I said i'm good, sir.

All right.

I'm... I'm not asking you to talk to me.

I'm telling you... Talk to someone.

You got me?

Have a good night, sir.

- Hey, there you are.
- There's the man of the hour. Congratulations.

Thank you very much. Thank you. Thank you.

First round is on me.

Um, guys.

There. Yeah.

No, try again. You need to
tilt the glass li I said.

Tilt.

I'm tilting it. Okay, I know. I know.

- I'm telling you to tilt the glass.
- Just let me try again, okay?

All right.

Why are you behind the bar?

Uh, Owen told me to get
a job, so i'm working.

What's everyone drinking?

GREY ANATOMY Season 7Episode 09

She sat on the sofa for three
days straight watching infomercials

and eating cereal out of the box, so
yeah, yeah, I-I told her to get a job.

But you didn't specify what kind.

Well, I thought she'd go to a lab
or the morgue. I didn't expect this.

Well, tell her you changed your mind.

Tell her she can be a
housewife for all you care.

I think that the only thing she'd be
worse at than bartending is housewifing.

What's so bad about bartending? She's
not dancing on a pole.

You know, I give this one night.

I mean, Cristina Yang of beverly hills...
She does not enjoy serving people.

All right!

I call this the early onset Alzheimer's because
you won't remember anything after you drink it.

To Shepherd and his genius brain crap.

- To Shepherd.
- Thank you.

Oh, my god. This is strong.

Yeah, i'm gonna need a scotch.

Yeah, make it two.

Babies.

- Early onset Alzheimer's... you don't
think that's a little distasteful?

I think it's delicious.

- Cristina, um...
Um, you want a beer?

No, no, i'm on call. I want to talk.

You know, a bachelor party just came in.

Uh, uh, we'll talk later.

- All right!
- Yes.

Is someone getting married?

Who's getting married?

He said any major traumas.

We are not calling Hunt.

We don't even know what this is yet.

E.R.'s swamped. We had to split
trauma 3 and put 'em both in there.

- Did you call Dr. Hunt?
- We are not calling Hunt.

All right. On my count. Ready?

One, two, three.

Reilly, you okay?

Lucas, it hurts.

It hurts really bad.

- You'll be okay, ri, all right?
- We'll be okay.

- What do we got?
- Car versus train.

2 brothers, 17 and 15, tried to outrun
the coast starlight to portland.

- The train won.
- I know. It was stupid.

It was so stupid. I'll never do it again.

Driver was inside the car.

The other was thrown out. No seat belt.

Dr. Avery, come take a look at this.

Yeah.

Call Hunt.

Mrs. McNeil, i'm Dr. Grey.

I'll be taking over
for Dr. Stark tonight.

Drew's in a lot of pain.

Okay, well, that's not unusual
for this type of chest surgery.

Abdominal pain is not normal
after pectus excavatum surgery,

and it's been going on for two hours.
I'm a nurse at Seattle Pres.

It's okay, Drew, honey.
Mommy's right here.

His abdomen does seem a little tender.

I'm concerned about his vitals.

And I know my son. He's not a complainer.

Something is wrong.

Can you please call Dr. Stark?

I will. I'll call him right away.

What, you're back already?

That date wasn't even, like, what, an hour?

I need a drink.

Ooh, careful.

That was mine. Now you have
to order me another one.

Oh, god. That's disgusting.

Right. Okay, so get this...
His very first question...

- "so what's your favorite food?"
- what'd you say?

French, but that's not the point.

Why would he ask me what
my favorite food was?

Like he read that that's some good
icebreaker from some internet handbook

that was handed out at the loser fair?

This is why you don't meet
people on the internet.

You're married! You don't get to have an opinion
about my pathetic forays into internet dating.

You do need a drink.

Thank you.

Go to Africa.

- What?
- Arizona's an idiot.

And she's a fool, and you need to go there and
tell her that I told you to say that dating...

Is evil, and that what the two of you have
is rare, and... and that she's an idiot.

Get on an airplane and go to Africa,

and thank god that you never
have to go on a first date again.

Yeah, i'm not going to Africa.

Well, then you're just as
big an idiot as she is.

Torres is a grown woman.

You can't make her do something
she doesn't want to do.

Okay, again, Mr. Perfect married
guy, you don't get to open your mouth, '

- cause wh... - Get
ready. get ready. One, two...

Chug! Chug! Chug! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!

Who's first?!

What the hell did I miss?

You guys superglued yourselves
together... On purpose?

Apparently my son and girlfriend's
love is so great, they can't hear you.

Yes, they superglued their arms
and hands together on purpose.

- Uh, why... why would they... we're
moving to Wisconsin tomorrow.

No, you're moving. Dad, i'm
staying here with Lauren.

No, you're not. You're going to Wisconsin
with me and your mom and the dog and the cat.

No, not without Lauren. I'm not.

Nobody can tear us apart, Mr. Nystrom.

I know that, Lauren, but the doctor
here is still gonna give it a try.

I wish we could glue our
lips together forever.

Me, too.

I-I will... I will
figure something out.

Thank you.

Okay. Have you ever had the
tiramisu at Gino's trattoria?

Excuse me?

Tiramisu, Gino's
trattoria, uh, ladyfingers soaked in rum?

No, I haven't.

Neither have i, because you felt the need to drag
me away from my dinner to examine a kid with gas.

Gas? I thought...

Oh, when I called you, he was in a lot
of pain and his vitals were borderline.

They're better now because I gave him a liter
bolus of I.V. fluids at 20 cc's per kilo.

- But his pain... yet what you should've
given him was an antiflatulent.

Abdominal pain after chest wall surgery
in a patient on narcotic painkillers is gas

or constipation until proven otherwise.

- But, Dr. Stark, what if
his pain is... tiramisu.

Avery, what do you have?

Large, gaping wound to the abdomen.

Looks like something sliced right through
him. Debris inside. We need to get in there.

- Book an O.R.
- right away.

Reilly?

Reilly, talk to me.

Reilly can't talk right now, okay, buddy?

He has got a tube in his
throat to help him breathe.

Reilly, i'm right here, all right?

Put more pressure on that.

Lean in there. Pack it. Pack it.

We were gonna be late, so I ran it.

Funny, right?

We didn't want to get
in trouble with mom.

So I go back to school.

I'm picking him up after band practice.

We're halfway home, he
forgets his stupid saxophone.

200. clear.

He forgets everything!

300.

Everything! Everything!

Clear.

Continue compressions.

Push one of epi and one of atropine.

I know it was stupid.

The guardrail had just come
down, and I thought we could make it.

It's my fault.

Please.

He... he's my little brother.

He's... he's little.

Th're working on him, okay? I just need you
to take it easy. All right? Take it easy.

He's gonna be all right, right?

Time of
death... -48.

Dr. Hunt, we need to intubate
him and get him to the O.R. now.

- Another scotch?
- Yeah.

On the house!

Uh, hey... If every drink is on the house,
then eventually, there'll be no house.

- Right. Uh, $6.
- It's actually $8.

You having fun?

I am.

Good.

That's good.

Keep it.

Thank you.

His pain is getting worse.

His color looks bad.

His vitals haven't
stabilized. I've seen gas, Dr. Grey.

This isn't gas.

We have to give the medicine
a little time to work.

We gave it time to work.

It didn't work... Which
means this is not gas.

I've worked the night shift.

I know what goes on.

I've lived through horror stories of
patients falling through the cracks

because residents are running around half asleep,
and their attendings are nowhere to be found.

I will not let that happen to my son.

I won't either. I promise. And
i agree that it's not gas.

So let's run some tests and
find out what's going on. Okay?

Thank you.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay, here you go, you guys.

To the groom! To the groom!

It's rude to ditch out on
your own party, you know?

Yang is bartending. Do you
know how disturbing that is?

It's a phase. She's gonna be fine.

Besides, you won one of the most
prestigious grants out there.

This night's about you not Yang.

Bad idea. That's a good idea.

Suit yourself.

One, two, three. Groom! Groom!

How are we letting this happen? I mean,
seriously, how are we just okay with it?

Oh, i'm not okay. I'm jealous.

Cristina gets to live out the 20s we never
got to 'cause we were stuck in med school.

Watch, ten years from now, we'll all have a
midlife crisis and end up doing the same thing.

Except we'll be in our
40s and won't look as cute.

How many of those have you had?

Hey, my son is with his father.

I am 24 hours child-free.

If Cristina Yang can tend bar 'cause she
wants to, then I can drink 'cause I want to.

Has she mentioned me?

What?

I know she writes to you, so i'm
asking you if she's mentioned me.

Well, you know, she's been very, um...

She's, uh, she just sort of
dove right into the medicine,

and she's been... she's
been busy and just, uh...

Does that help at all?

I can't believe this. I honest... i
can't believe that I am here again.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You're not doing
this. You're not going down this rabbit hole.

I have to start all over. All over.

I don't even know how to do that.

I do.

You might need a little
sexual palate cleanser.

A palate cleanser?

- Are you serious?
- What? It works.

Sexual sorbet?

I like it.

You see that redhead back there?

She's been eyeing you all night.

Really?

Okay. Yeah. Okay. Thank you, mark.

All right. I'm gonna, um, i'm
gonna go for it.

Oh, no.

Wish me luck.

All right, liver hemorrhage
is under control.

Let's move on.

Oh, there's another one. Nope, two.

What is that?

Part of the steering column, maybe. Might
have shattered inside the abdomen.

There's an infrarenal hematoma.

All right. We should
expose the retroperitoneum.

- Good idea.
- I'll get the aorta below the mesocolon.

Slow down, Avery. We need
proximal control first.

You keep looking for this kid's
dashboard, and i'll take care of that.

Can I get some more
light in here, please?

Dr. Hunt?

His parents are here. They're
asking for an update.

- Avery.
- I'm staying.

I'd... I'd... I'd like to stay.

Grey, tell 'em where we're at.

Okay.

What are you doing in
the attendings' lounge?

You could get in trouble.

Pizza?

I have stupid teenage patients who superglued themselves
together so their parents can't tear them apart.

That sounds romantic.

Yeah. More like moronic.

I have no idea how to get them apart
without taking off half their skin.

- Try acetone.
- Try going away.

Meredith, any ideas?

- Acetone?
- Thank you.

So what's the deal with Stark?

He's a lazy, a backstabbing weasel. Why?

- Because I called him in to examine
this patient... you called him in?

I wish I coulda seen
that. You don't call Stark.

Well, my kid just had pectus excavatum
surgery, and he was in serious pain.

Yesterday my fundoplication
patient was vomiting.

You don't call Stark.

Well, this kid's mother is
a nurse at seattle pres.

Let's play a game. There's one rule.

You don't call Stark.

Alex, i'm serious. Normally
i would handle this myself.

But I haven't been on peds in a while, and
you know the complications with these kids.

Did you order blood work and a C.T.?

I'd add an L.D.H., a
C.R.P. and a sed rate.

I mean, with Stark, you have to cover all
your bases so if you do end up calling him,

he has no excuse but to
get off his ass and come in.

Thank you.

Well, turns out, she was eyeing
my new haircut and not me.

I gave her the hairdresser's
number, though, so...

Well, you tried.

You put yourself out there.

That's what counts.

Uh, yeah, no. Actually, that
counts for nothin'.

'Cause I put myself out there every day.

You know, I write online profiles, and I check
the boxes that say I like hiking and dogs an...

Is there a box for fistulas?

'Cause that's what I want...
A guy that can talk fistulas.

I want a guy that can direct me towards
a better scientific understanding of

just why a fistula may occur in patients
that are healthy one minute and die the next.

Find a man that's interested
in fistulas and pancreaseses,

and you'll find a man
that's not internet dating.

What's wrong with you?

You didn't call Stark again, did you?

No. I'm not calling him
until I get my C.T. results,

and there's only one C.T. tech down
there, and he's really backed up, so...

Have I mentioned that I hate
the night shift and I hate Stark?

Hey, chi. What are you
doing here? It's late.

Well, when a screaming mother calls me at home to
tell me my residents are about to kill her son,

time becomes
irrelevant, wouldn't you say?

Dr. Grey, are you
familiar with Mrs. McNeil?

She called you? I did
not give her your number.

She's a nurse.

She worked the system.

But what concerns me is
not how she got my number.

It's why she felt the need
to call me in the first place.

Now what the hell is going on?!

I have a plan in place.

I'm just waiting for a C.T., and the
guy is just very backed up down there.

How long have you been waiting?

Two hours.

Get up.

- Excuse me?
- Get on your feet.

Now I understand you're
a little behind schedule.

Yeah. It's just me
tonight, so we're backed up.

Well, why didn't you
call the on-call tech?

Well, he wasn't feeling so hot. I
thought i'd cut him a break.

He does the same for me.

Listen... Hawk.

We're in the business of saving lives.

Now I don't care if your friend is lying in
a ditch bleeding, he will come in tonight.

Now get him on the phone. Now.

Give me that.

Hello.

No, this is not your dude.

This is Chief Webber.

What do I need?

I need you to get yourself into this
hospital in the next five minutes,

or you and your dude can
kiss your jobs good-bye!

Now that's how you get
things done at night.

I just left Lucas in surgery.

He's critical.

It's very touch and go at this point.

But we're still working, and, um, we'll
keep you updated on his condition.

- Thank you.
- Okay, thanks.

Okay, i'll let you know.

And Reilly?

Our other
son... Reilly? How's Reilly?

H-has anyone talked to you?

No. We've been waiting.

Okay. Um... Okay.

Mr. And Mrs. Nash, i'm, uh, i'm... I'm
afraid...

No. No!

- I'm sorry to say that...
- Please don't say that. Reilly!

- Please don't say that. Please don't say that.
- Despite our best efforts to save Reilly's life...

Reilly! Not my baby!
No, no, no! God, no! No! No!

His injuries were too severe...

Not my baby!

- And he died in the emergency room.
- Oh, my god!

My baby! Not my baby!

I'm so sorry.

No! No. Oh, my god!

Oh, please tell me he's gonna live.

The parents didn't even
know the brother died.

Not to mention how he's
gonna feel when he finds out.

- How do you live with
yourself... shut up!

Just shut up. Please.

- Avery.
- Sorry. Sorry.

I just... thiss a really
tricky part right here.

There's something... What is this?

All right, more suction
and some laps in here.

Is that a piece of the turn signal?

Come on.

It's right next to the aorta.

I can't tell if it's... if it's
kissing it or if it's... It's perfed.

Give me some umbilical tape, and let's
pull it so we can get some control.

All right. Okay, pulling.

Pulling.

All right.

Wait, wait, wait. Don't. Don't, don't.

Damn it!

- Clamp. Give me the clamp.
- Avery, i'll do this.

No, give me the clamp. Give me the clamp.

Here. Take this.

Got it.

I've got the bleeder. I've
got the bleeder right here.

Nice work.

Nice work, Avery.

So this won't sting, but as the skin
starts to separate, you may feel some pain.

I feel nothing but pain right now.

Me, too.

Oh, it's your mother, Lauren.

This is just gonna take
a few more minutes, right?

Hopefully.

Is it working?

God, I can't look.

Please.

If we could just stay
together one more day...

Well, you'll definitely be together
for another hour, because this...

Is not working.

Yes!

Oh, Dr. Bailey. Yes.

Dr. Bailey.

I'm so glad you're here.

I'm not here. You don't see me.

I just need a nap before I go
home, but first I need some food.

Uh, this will just take a
second. I've got these 215 year olds.

They superglued themselves together.

Uh, they're in love or
whatever they think they are.

Anyway, I-I tried, uh, petroleum
and acetone to separate them, but...

Don't separate them.

What?

Young people need love, too, Kepner.

We all need love.

If the world had more love, we
could get rid of wars and fistulas.

Why won't this damn thing take my money?

Dr. Bailey, are you drunk?

Tipsy.

A-a little tipsy.

Right.

Um, you know, i'm gonna go ahead
and take care of that for you.

Yeah.

Hey, Dr. Altman.

Are you available for a consult? I'm
just waiting on some C.T. results.

Oh, well, Joe took my keys, so
i'm... I'm pretty sure...

I shouldn't be practicing medicine.

Well, what are you doing here then?

Well, i'm killing time until
Joe gives me my keys back.

Can't you do that at the bar?

Cristina Yang is
bartending, so, no, I can't.

It's just... it's too depressing.

- Cristina's bartending as, what, some kind
of joke or... as some kind of bartender.

Yeah, I know. That look on your face?

That's how my whole
body feels, and not just

'cause Cristina makes the
world's strongest drink,

but because my aspirational
couple has broken up,

anthey're living on
two separate continents,

and 'cause i'm dating men who
still live with their mother.

But they don't admit
that on their profiles.

They wait.

They wait... thank you.

They wait until i've spent an hour
applying my makeup and driving crosstown,

and then they tell me
that small little detail.

Thank you.

And my star student, my most promising
resident that I have ever seen,

is mixing irish car bombs for a
bachelor party over at Joe's bar.

I'm not even gonna mention that she's
letting the bachelors feel her up at will,

'cause that just adds insult to injury.

Crap. I'm... I'm
really drunk.

Pictures are up.

All i'm saying is that
that redhead missed out.

If Joe's were a lesbi bar, you'd
have been up to your ears in...

Please don't say vagina.

Well, now I don't have to.

God. I hate being drunk.

You think it's gonna make you feel awesome and
happy, but it just makes you feel tired and gross.

Well, Yang looked like she
was having fun tonight.

What, the crazy party girl thing?

That's crap.

Every girl who climbs up on a table thinks
she's the hottest girl in the room, but...

Really, she's just dancing alone.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just... I need to sleep.

I need to sleep.

All right.

Oh, yeah.

Drew's got a perforated ulcer.

And Cristina's working at Joe's.

- What?
- Forget it.

It's bleeding, and it must be
from the antl-Inflammatories.

Wait. Wh-what about Cristina?

She's a bartender now.

I called Stark in and no answer.

Well, big surprise.

This kid needs surgery.

I know.

Mrs. McNeil. This is Alex Karev. He'll
be consulting on your son's case.

The C.T. scan revealed that
your son has a perforated ulcer.

That's what's causing his pain.

- So does he need surgery?
- Yes.

And we've called Dr.
Stark, and he's on his way.

We can start prepping him immediately.

Thank you. Thank you.

Okay, so hold on.

Are we really gonna call in a whole
O.R. team without an attending?

I mean, what if Stark
doesn't answer the page?

What if he doesn't come in on time?

What if the kid dies while
we're waiting to find out?

Look, i'm taking this kid to the
O.R. whether Stark comes or not.

Like the Chief said. This is how
you get things done at night.

What if we have to do a truncal
vagatomy or a pyloroplasty?

- Have you ever done those on your own?
- Not only can I do it.

I can do it better than Stark.

Are you in or out?

Well, like hell if i'm gonna let you
do it without me. I'm in.

Okay. Is he under?

Is he talking? Yeah. He's under.

No word from Stark yet?

- No.
- Call him every five minutes until he answers.

And page Dr. Bailey.

- Bailey's not on call tonight.
- Just keep calling her.

I thought you said you could
do this better than Stark.

Shut up.

All right. All right.

10-blade.

It's the O.R.

uh, h-hello. Uh, D-Dr.
Bailey's phone.

No, she is, um, she's
indisposed... At the moment.

Could you p-page
someone else? Thank you.

Okay, good.

That's good. Now give me my phone.

I need to call Ben.

Who's Ben?

My ex.

I dumped him, which I now realize was
a big mistake, so I want to call him.

I want to call him and
tell him I have needs,

'cause he understood how to take care
of my needs in a way my husband did not.

I want to tell him that.

So give me my phone.

Are... are... are you
sure about that?

- Give me... 'cause, you know, uh, drunk
dialing never really ends well.

- I... you are a virgin.

Word really does travel around here.

I'm Bailey. I know everything.

Kep... come here, Kepner.

Come. Closer. Closer.

Alex Karev is not the boy you want
to take your maiden voyage with.

Oh, god. Oh, god.

Yes, I know. I am aware.

Uh, you don't need to tell me.

You take your maiden voyage...

with a nice boy, a kind
boy, a boy who loves you,

a boy that you love so much, you
wanna superglue yourself to him.

You wait.

You hear me? Keep
your... Knees together.

'Cause believe me, even though
you haven't met your Ben yet...

You will meet your Ben.

Not my Ben, but your own Ben...

Who might or might not be called Ben.

Use soap and warm water.

On... My maiden voyage?

On the superglue.

- Oh, yeah.
- Use soap, water, and put a little acetone in.

It works like a charm.

Okay. Yes, ma'am.

Thank you.

Salt! Salt! Come on. Here we go.

Yeah!

You want some more water?

Come on. You got it.

You know, you could fire
her for drinking on the job.

Are you kidding me? I
did that three hours ago.

Take her home.

Can't. Not until she wants to go.

Why not?

Because she's got a lot of
people telling her what to do,

and she doesn't need to hear it from me.

So what are you gonna do?

I'm gonna sit here and drink water, make
sure she doesn't leave with anybody.

Really?

That... that's your whole plan?

Well, if she's gonna
act like a stripper...

I'm gonna act like a bouncer.

Oh, god.

Dictate the op notes and monitor
his A.B.G.s i'm gonna rack out.

I gotta be back here
in... god... two hours.

I got it. Go.

All right.

Good work, Avery.

Go talk to the parents.

Give them... The good news, okay?

Okay.

You can, um, you can talk to
me, you know, if you want to talk.

About what?

I hear you every night.

You know, I-I'm just
saying, I had sleep problems,

and they turned out to be real problems.

Yeah. Well, I don't have any problems.

That kid was practically
dead when he got here,

and I pulled half of his
car out of him, so he lived.

He's gonna live to be stupid
another day because of me.

Those parents aren't gonna
lose everything because of me.

I call that a pretty great night.

So what is your problem?

Any word from Stark?

No.

Here's the perf.

Anterior duodenum.

Well, we could do a Graham patch.

Excellent suggestion, fellow surgeon.

2-0 silk, please, Boki.

Can you believe we called an
entire O.R. team and they came?

- Amazing.
- We've got balls. Clamp.

You've got balls. I've got cojones.

You know those are balls, right?

I was just thirsty. I
didn't wake you, did i?

Oh, no. No, I was, um... Awake.

Water?

I want, um...

Sorbet.

Sweet tooth?

I think I have some cookies
around here somewhere.

Mark.

- Really?
- Really.

Okay. I told them about the
surgery and his recovery process.

Do you think I should mention his
high chance for infection or...

I don't know. I don't want to
worry them any more than I have to.

No, just... Tell them he's
gonna feel pretty awful...

That he lived and his brother died...

That every time he
feels glad to be alive...

He'll hate himself for it.

Just tell them to look out for that.

He won't want to talk about it, but...

He'll be glad they know.

All right.

All right.

Under the cover of darkness...

people do things they'd never do
under the harsh glare of day...

Yeah. Nice.

It's not as bad as it
looks. It looks pretty bad.

Yeah.

Hey, thank you for calling. I
appreciate you staying, Shepherd.

Good night.

Cristina.

Oh, my god. It's my boyfriend.

Husband. I'm your husband.

- Right.
- Sorry, dude. She's all your

come on.

- Come. Come on.
- Yep.

All right.

Good night.

Oh, good!

You're awake.

- Indoor voice, please.
- Of course.

Um, you know... I really
appreciate you opening up to me.

I mean, you always have that,
like, super-serious Dr. Bailey face on.

I coul't even tell if you
liked me, but now, I mean,

well, I-I don't know if i'd
say that we're friends exactly,

but, I mean, sort of. I
mean, don't you think?

Dr. Kepner.

Yeah.

This... Never happened.

This... Never... appened. Got it?

Say the words.

- This...
- Never happened.

Never happened.

Yeah. Yeah. Okay.

Decisions feel wiser...

People feel bolder.

What can Stark do?

I mean, we had to operate.

He can yell. He will yell.

It doesn't matter. You know, the
kid's in good shape, the mom's happy.

We did what we were trained to do.

Remember the first day? The Chief
said only two of us would make it.

I thought it would be me and Cristina.

How are we the last two standing?

I am gonna make your
lives a living hell.

And you know what?

I'm gonna enjoy it.

You lied to my patients.

You hijacked an O.R.
you preformed a surgery

that you had no possible business
performing, and for the life of me,

I-I-I don't know what
you were thinking.

Medicine has a hierarchy for a reason.

If there had been a complication, you know
whose ass would've been on the line here?

Mine! Not yours. Mine!

You doctors in this residency, you think you
can do whatever you want, whenever you want.

I've got some news for you.

I am the attending! You
are the resident...

But when the sun rises...

You have to take responsibility...

For what you did in the dark...

I had to use soap and water.

What?

The acetone didn't work on the superglue
till I mixed it with soap and water.

I could use a little soap and
water right now. I feel disgusting.

I can smell you from up here.

Dibs on the shower.

I want a beer. Who's up for a beer?

Where are you gonna
get a beer at 6:00 a.m.?

At home.

And face yourself
under the cold, harsh...

Light of day.

- Water?
- Oh, no.

- Good morning.
- Good night.