All language subtitles for Greys Anatomy s12e23 At Last.eng

Infections have a nasty
way of sneaking up on you.

You're feeling pretty good,
you think the infection's gone,

and then it reappears...

out of nowhere...

when your body's still weak,

when you've barely recovered...

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What's all this?
- Sold it. I'm done with it.

- With the trailer?
- Yep. Don't need it anymore.

Don't you need a place to sleep,

or are you moving into my
house, too, and no one told me?

(Chuckles) Better. I
just bought my own house.

Closing it this morning. Amelia's
been giving me a hard time

about getting a grown-up house, so...

So, no more trailer.

Bam. You're infected all over again.

Yeah.

Wh... Sh... Is this...
Should I have asked you?

- I should've asked you.
- No, no.

You paid for it. It's yours
to do what you want with.

- You sure?
- Yes.

- Congratulations on the new house.
- Thanks.

(Engine starts)

And once the infection spreads,

once it gets into your bloodstream,

well, then you really have to watch it.

'Cause that's the kind of infection...

that can kill you.

- (Clears throat, sighs)
- (Sighs)

(Sighs)

Catherine's back in town next week.

Thought it'd be nice to
have some people over.

Well, nothing fancy... just dinner.

Who's in?

You know, that's a
fine idea, Dr. Webber.

- (Chuckles)
- Oh, sorry.

Yes, yes, yes. Thanks. Absolutely.

Mm-hmm, okay. Avery said yes.

- Uh, how about you?
- Yeah, I'll be there.

- Okay.
- I'm not sure

about Dr. Warren's schedule, though.

(Sighs)

Okay. Um, Warren?

- Uh, yeah, I'm in.
- All right.

Uh, what can I bring?

Um, I wouldn't say no
to that artichoke dip

- you brought to the resident mixer.
- (Chuckles)

Well, that's, uh... that's
Miranda's secret recipe.

(Clears throat)

Okay.

I see. (Clears throat)

- I'll bring it.
- (Elevator dings)

Should be a great party.

Hey, Maggie, did you hear
that Owen bought a house?

Oh, good, now you can
naked snuggle on his sofa.

Wait. Furniture. Right. I
need some of that. Suction.

No black recliners, I beg you.

And nothing you have
to assemble yourself.

You got a real house, get some real
furniture, keep the momentum going.

Hey, maybe you should
come shopping with me,

point me in the right direction.

Then you'll just wind up with a
house full of furniture I like.

I don't see that as a problem.
I want stuff we both can enjoy.

Wait. What? Why? Is she...

Are you moving in with him?

- Duval forceps, please.
- Oh, no.

I mean, that's not... I don't think...

Why not? Just think
about it. It's pretty big.

Nice yard. Good school district.

(Chuckles) I'm sorry. Did you just
go from moving in to having kids?

Boy, you guys move fast.

I couldn't even sleep in
the same bed as my fianc?.

- We were engaged for a year.
- Long engagements... bad idea.

I agree. Better to go straight to
the, uh, marriage part. It's better.

Would you get married again?

I'd consider it, with the right person.

- You would?
- I'd strongly consider it, yes.

Me too.

- With the right person.
- Okay, then.

Wait. What? Did you j... What
just happened? Are you engaged now?

- What? No.
- No.

- Hypotheticals.
- We were just... That was nothing.

We were just talking. We were just...

Maggie, we were just talking.

Oh, please. How long you
think till you move out?

- Who's moving out?
- Amelia, when she marries Owen Hunt

and moves into his big,
new, kid-friendly house.

No, no. Okay, hang on. It was a
hypothetical conversation. That is it.

In which you were picking
out hypothetical furniture

for your hypothetical
children's hypothetical playroom.

- Wow.
- It... it was nothing.

- Can we drop it, please?
- Why?

Gladly.

- Gladly? Why gladly? What's wrong?
- Do you see a dilation?

I'm worried about
medullary sponge kidney.

- You didn't answer my question.
- You didn't answer mine.

You think we're moving
too fast? Is that it?

Amelia, please.

You're the one who
pushed us back together.

You know, you practically yelled at me

to run back into his arms, and now...

Thanks for the consult.

I called the landlord,

and he agreed to swap
out our two-bedroom lease

for something smaller, since...

I mean, I figured that I could
save on rent while I'm at Preminger,

so I can afford to fly
back on weekends to Seattle

to, you know, visit you and Sofia.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Yeah, sounds good.

I don't want to leave
when we're like this.

We've barely talked since the trial.

- I really don't know what to say.
- Neither do I, but I am trying to...

say words and to be here and help.

You've helped enough.

Okay.

Okay.

(Sighs)

X-rays came back clear. No breaks.

We got lucky, Nash. So listen
to your grandma the next time

she tells you not to climb
the bookshelves, okay?

All right.

Thank you, Doctor. You have
been so good with him today,

so patient, and I can't help but notice

- I don't see a ring on your finger.
- (Chuckling) Excuse me?

You should meet my daughter...
Nash's mom. Not the sharpest tack,

but really sweet, really pretty.

Ma'am, I appreciate the offer,
but I'm with someone already.

- Oh, are you engaged?
- Uh, no...

- Are you getting engaged?
- Uh, well, I...

Her number's in that chart. I'll
tell her to expect your call.

Okay.

(Siren wails in distance)

- Hey.
- I think Grandma over there

just arranged my
marriage to her daughter.

(Laughs)

Well, there must be something in
the air, because Amelia and Owen

are talking about getting married, too.

Hey, maybe you guys could
have a double wedding.

Then I would only have
to live through it once.

Help! Please! Someone help!
It's okay, buddy. I got you.

Whoa. Okay, what happened?

He passed out, he came to,
and then he passed out again.

- Okay, let's get him down here.
- There's another kid outside.

- Is this your son, sir?
- Uh, no. I'm his driver's ed teacher.

Hey, I got it.

Hey, there. You okay?

Can I... can I park here?

Quit hovering and just go
in there and talk to him.

He has made it very clear he doesn't
want me anywhere near him. So, no.

Does she have him on
fluconazole in case it's fungal?

You do realize that Kyle can see you?

It's not one-way glass.

Thank you.

(Clatter)

- Kyle? Oh, God.
- I'm fine.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Everything just...

started spinning.

The... the nausea's probably
because of the antibiotics.

Uh, I'll get Dr. Shepherd
to get you an antiemetic.

(Vomits)

(Coughs)

Why don't you just go?

Take that.

(Vomits)

(Panting)

I don't need any help.

And I definitely don't
want an audience for this.

Then, um, let's pretend
that you're puking

for some other reason, then.

Like, um, after a show or something.

Too many whiskey shots,
you know? Fun puking.

You're not hearing me. I
don't need any help from you.

Look, I understand if you
don't want to deal with me,

but you are gonna need
somebody. Does your friends,

do your family know that you're here?

(Scoffs) That's none of
your business, all right?

- I'm not your business anymore.
- Okay.

But you're gonna need someone.

Dr. Shepherd took out your implant.
Your tremor is gonna come back.

No kidding.

Kyle, I'm sorry.

(Voice breaking) I'm
gonna puke again... now.

How about you just go?

Go. Go!

I'm g... I'm going.

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Dad, Dad, I may have brushed
against the wall, but...

Good news, Arvin. I see no signs
of anything. You're doing just fine.

And the doctor says I'm
fine. Yeah. The doctor.

Well, it... it was the wall of
a hospital, but didn't I say that?

Tell him that Rhys had
a medical emergency.

It's strep throat.
That's not an emergency.

Strep throat shouldn't cause you
to faint. Are you on antibiotics?

Yeah, for two days. I'm fine.

But, still, open up.

You passed out in a car.

You know how dangerous
that is on the road?

I wasn't even driving! It was Arvin!

- Has he passed out before?
- I don't know.

His mother would kill me if
I let something happen to him.

Aw, please don't talk about her.

It looks like Rhys has
a peritonsillar abscess.

I do need to drain it.

Oh, no, no, you're not sticking
that thing down my throat.

Hey, hey, Rhys, buddy, it's
okay. I'm here. All right?

It's like I told you, I want
you to think of me as a father.

Why? All my mom ever talks about is
when she's gonna break up with you.

- What?
- Hold on. Hold on.

Your mom's doing our
driver's ed teacher?

(Siren wails in distance)

I came as soon as I got the
message. Rhys, honey, are you okay?

- Yeah, I'm fine.
- No, he's not okay, and neither am I.

You told him that you want to
break up with me? Is that true?

- You told him?
- Uh, n... Ahh, ahh?

This is way better than
our last driver's ed class.

Ready? Here we go.

Oh.

(Elevator dings)

- Be nice.
- I know.

But, God, she put me through hell.

I know, and you won. You
can afford to be magnanimous.

Hey, guys. Well, I, uh,
was wondering if, um...

I've had a surgery
come up later this week,

and so I wanted to ask
if I could please have

Sofia Tuesday night instead of Thursday.

Um, so if I allow you
to have Sofia on Tuesday,

then in exchange, I
will have her Friday?

Yeah, sure, if that's what you want.

Great. Okay, then I will make that work.

Thank you.

- She's gone.
- Hmm?

I'd lose that crazed smile
before you start cramping.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

I am concerned about Kyle.

You know, he's still septic. His
cultures are showing possible fungus.

He's also complaining of neck stiffness.

Why are you talking to me about this?

You operated three days ago.

- Why isn't he recovering?
- No. You are off this case.

You are not on my service today.

Why are you talking to me about this?

Are you sure the infection

isn't because of the
second lead you placed...

The one you had to convince us to get?

Him... the one I convinced him to get

because he is my patient, not you.

- I am just concerned.
- And if you were the patient's family,

I would want to assuage those concerns,

but you are neither family
nor friend right now.

He developed a complication.
Complications happen, Edwards.

We deal with them every
day. Today is no different.

White count is trending
down, wound is clean,

but his temp is still a little high.

- Hey, Kyle, how you feeling?
- I was good until these two showed up.

It's been nag city
for the last half-hour.

Well, maybe you should think
about that the next time

you're in the hospital for
three days without calling us.

I went through 19 hours of
labor with you, without drugs.

You owe me at least a text or a "tweep."

Mom, it's a tweet, for the 10th time.

- Are you Dr. Shepherd?
- I am, yeah.

Dr. Shepherd recently
removed the infected device

from Kyle's brain,
but you should be aware

that both the surgery
and the antibiotics

aren't working as well as we expected.

- I'm sorry. Who are you?
- I'm Dr. Edwards.

I'm one of the surgeons here.

This is her?

- This is her.
- You can go.

Kyle, if we could just talk...

- Why is she even here?
- I want her to go.

- Mm-hmm.
- My son is not good enough for her.

She's not good enough for us.

My brother's broken a lot of hearts,
but I've never seen anyone break his.

And I got to think he'd be
better off if he'd come in here

sooner instead of trying to avoid you.

So, please, do my family a favor
and get the hell out of here.

Thank you, Dr. Edwards.
That will be all.

So, it's a basic
decortication procedure,

except there is a slight abnormality.

Yeah, sorry, I can't take
your decortication procedure

'cause I already took
it. Just did the consult.

You just took my patient
without telling me?

You've been pawning decortications
off on me since I got here.

You hate them, so now I just take
them, and you don't have to pawn.

Thank you.

- Bacon?
- Is that a box of bacon?

- Bacon. Mm-hmm.
- A cardiothoracic hand grenade.

- You know you're a doctor, right?
- Mm.

- A heart doctor.
- Mm-hmm.

It is good.

- Told you.
- Mm-hmm.

It's my job, isn't it?

You got the big, fancy job, and
you have no respect for mine.

Are you trying to tell me
that your life's ambitions

stopped after driver's ed teacher?

Do you know how many hours the average
American spends behind the wheel...

- Oh, here we go.
- Many accidents there are every day?

I am shaping the drivers of the future.

I'm saving lives! I'm a freaking hero!

Okay, Superman. We get it,
okay? Hands at 10 and 2.

Yeah, except the recommended
placement is 9 and 3 now.

- 9 and 3!
- See these two?

You and Wilson are doing it
right, not rushing into things.

Rushing into things? We've
been together a million years.

Dr. Karev? Dr. Grey?

Had to put the screws to the X-ray tech,

but I got him to rush Rhys' films.

- Is that air around the trachea?
- I hope not.

It could be artifact, but we need a CT.

You're really great.
You're... you're clean, but...

Who's interrupting the
happy couple to let Mom know?

I don't know. I was
thinking right about now.

- Yeah, well, maybe I am, too.
- Oh, great.

So now you're gonna break up
with me? This is fantastic.

(Indistinct arguing)

Have fun.

(Exhales sharply)

(Elevator dings)

Jo, look, I need to know what is
going on with Kyle. Just tell me.

Shepherd would kill me.
His family would kill me.

Jo, please. Come on.

You have, what, four floors
to tell me everything you know.

Please. What is going on?

Okay, his symptoms
aren't getting any better.

He's febrile with some
headaches, a bit lethargic,

and Shepherd ordered a
stat CT that showed evidence

of an abscess in the
periventricular area.

Okay. Uh, s... so what
is Shepherd's plan?

Drainage and ventricular washout.

No. Wh... No. What?

She wouldn't do that. She knows
how dangerous that can be. She...

- She can't.
- (Elevator dings)

I'm sorry. I have a ton
of prep before surgery.

Does... does he know
how dangerous it can be?

Big wedding or small wedding?

(Chuckles) Well, not too small.

You want it to be a party.

(Inhales sharply) So, um, kids?

- Five.
- Whoa. Five?

Sure.

Unless the first few terrorize
us. Then we can have four.

(Chuckles)

Are we really talking about this?

Marriage and kids?

No.

I mean, maybe one day, but no.

(Chuckles)

It was pretty fun watching
Maggie's face in the O.R., though.

(Both chuckle)

You know, it is fun
being fake married to you.

Well, it's fun being
fake married to you.

(Pager vibrates, beeps)

Mm. Mm-hmm.

I have... I have to prep for a surgery.

Bye-bye.

Uh, Knox asked me to cover for him
on that facial implant tomorrow.

- Cool with you?
- Yeah, of course.

Hey, look, um, if you
need a place to crash,

I still owe you and I still have a sofa.

Why would I need your sofa?

Everything okay between you and Bailey?

Yeah. Fine.

No, you're still living
in the same house,

but you're not talking
to each other, right?

- I'm aware.
- Counseling?

(Chuckles)

Well, if we go to counseling,
then we'll have to talk,

and then we'll yell, so
not talking is better.

So, what are you gonna do?

- Do?
- Well, yeah.

- You can't just stay like this.
- Oh, I can stay like this.

And I will. I am a very patient man.

And I am right, which makes me

even more patient since
she is overreacting.

I know it and she knows it, though
she's not ready to admit it yet.

So I am biding my time
until she apologizes,

at which point I will haul my ass

back into our bedroom where it belongs.

So... so you're not mad?

Nah, man, I am pissed as hell, but
she's the love of my life, so...

I mean, you get it. You got April.

April and I are divorced.

Well, like I said... waiting game.

Stay strong. You'll get there.

You're out of your damn mind.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, hey, Bailey, I need to
talk to you about Warren.

Oh, if this is about that dinner...

No, it... it isn't. You
know, I'm just, um, concerned.

It's been a couple months now.

We'll be fine. Look,
it's a waiting game.

I'm right, and once he remembers
that's always the case, we'll be fine.

Well, good. And then maybe you
would consider reinstating him...

sooner than later, okay?

So when you said you were concerned,

you meant you were concerned about you.

- Of course not.
- Um, sir, after the many years

I served under you as my chief,

you must understand how
difficult it is for me

when you force me to say, respectfully,

this is not my problem

and, please, go do your damn job.

I don't think you found
that difficult at all.

I'll probably end up
hosting this wedding.

I hosted Owen's last wedding. Why not?

What's it matter? Why
do you care so much?

I just wanted Amelia to
keep busy with something.

You know, like a hobby.

'Cause if she's talking Owen's
ear off, she can't talk off mine.

- How does this change that?
- This means more talking.

Only now it'll be about
flowers and caterers

and what kind of dress I'm
gonna wear. Kill me now.

- Promise me you won't do this.
- What?

If Jo ever pulls that
ring out of that drawer,

just go to Vegas. Elope or something.
Don't put us through it all.

- (Monitors beeping)
- Oh, no.

(Sighs) Air pockets in
the parapharyngeal space.

Necrotizing fasciitis.

God, it's everywhere...
mediastinum, the heart.

There's no time. If
it spreads any further,

there won't be anything left to salvage.

I'm gonna take him up
to the O.R. right now.

I'll page Jackson and cardio and
tell them to meet us up there.

Both: They paged cardio.

- You want it?
- I don't even know what it is.

It's a kid with strep throat
turned into nec fasc in the chest.

- Pretty cool.
- Not for the kid.

- No, for the kid, it sucks.
- Does sound cool, though.

Flip you for it.

Is one of you gonna
get in here, or what?

(Sighs) Uh, you know
what? You can have it.

I mean, you have seniority.

Yes. So I don't have to go
in there if I don't want.

Thought you wanted it.

- This is an abuse of power.
- This is a delegation of resources.

- You're a very valuable resource.
- Oh, don't you flatter me now.

I have faith in you.

Where Mer's concerned, just, you
know, give as good as you get.

I gave you bacon!

You're taking Kyle in
for a ventricular washout?

Hello, resident who is
not on my service today.

There is an 85% mortality rate.

If his abscess ruptures
while he's on the table,

- he dies immediately.
- Edwards, you are really underfoot.

Look, he just deserves
all the time he can get,

not some... Hail Mary.

I mean, can you answer
me, please, Dr. Shepherd?

- Do you have this?
- Okay, no, I am not answering that.

Not simply because the
patient and the family

have expressly asked you
not be involved in this case,

which would be enough,

but more because I do not answer to you.

This is my surgical plan.

I am confident in my surgical plan.

End of discussion.

Wilson, what?

I just wanted to let you know the
O.R. will be ready in 45 minutes.

Thank you.

For an average surgeon,

sure, a ventricular washout
could be a Hail Mary,

but, Edwards, this is me.

Either come in or stay out, but
don't do whatever it is you're doing.

Okay.

(Sighs)

I was thinking. Uh, maybe...

I can postpone leaving...

for just a little while,
just until things are better,

until you and I are... are better.

What's the point? (Scoffs)

What? Two days? A week?

- We both know how this ends.
- No, I don't.

(Sighs)

But apparently you do, so...
why don't you enlighten me?

All right, look, we'll
drag this out. Sure.

You can wait here and things
will get superficially better,

and then you'll leave,

and then we'll let things taper
off the way things taper off

over long distance,
and then we'll be sorry,

and we'll make promises
that are just lies.

It's all a lie, because I'm
not leaving without Sofia,

and you would never forgive
me if you gave up your grant,

so I'm stuck here, Penny. I am
stuck, and there's no good solution.

Callie, why won't you look at me?

Are you breaking up with me?

Is that it?

Maybe instead of dragging this out...

maybe we should just call it now.

(Voice breaking) Yeah,
we should. You should go.

I told you to go.

And I'm really bad at
following directions.

I hurt you.

- You sure did.
- And I'm so sorry about that.

Boy, my sister really hates you.

Yeah. Clearly, you
told her all about me.

Well, to be fair, I told
her all the good stuff first.

I've missed you.

- Yeah?
- Well, relax. Like...

I mean, not like sad or, like,

you know, love-sick miss
you. I manly miss you.

Like, I'm very tough.

Look, I talked to Dr.
Shepherd about your surgery.

And she's got this.

You're gonna make it
through this. I know it.

That's great, because I look way hotter

when I'm not in a hospital gown.

(Laughs) Yeah, I remember.

(Chuckles)

So, what's our plan...

with you and I after all this is over?

- What?
- Yeah, when I'm well

and I'm done with this place,
we should go away together.

I can't go somewhere.

Come on. Have fun.

- Live a little.
- Okay. Like where?

I have a bunch of gigs
lined up in Europe.

Mm-hmm.

Come on tour with me for like a month.

I'm a surgeon, not a groupie.

Come on. You know you
want to see me play.

I do, actually.

But, you know, I'd
probably just embarrass you,

acting a fool, you know, screaming
your name in the front row.

- I'm excited to see that.
- No, you think you are.

You have not seen me act like a fool.

- I'd throw my bra on the stage.
- Please do that.

(Chuckling) Shut up.

Listen...

I, um...

I am in this...

kind of deep with you,

so just...

don't say these things if
you don't mean them, okay?

Okay.

(Door opens)

I have to take him to surgery.

Oh, yeah. Okay, it's
invaded the pleural space.

- Chest wall's involved.
- We'll debride the top layer off.

Go deeper. Get the
pericardium if you have to.

I don't want to peel
this kid down to nothing.

And I don't want this kid to have to go
through all this and still be infected.

- Go deeper!
- Grey, come on.

Sorry. I've had enough
of bad decisions today.

- Yeah, well, what did I do?
- Relax, mate. It's probably me.

No, she's just pissed that Shepherd
and Hunt are getting married.

- Really?
- That's nice, actually.

They're not. They had a conversation.

All right, so she's pissed about
them getting married someday.

- Why's that?
- There's a kid on the table

whose flesh is being eaten
alive right in front of us.

Can we please just focus?

Well, if you want to hand
me a half a cup of Drano,

I'll get it done in a jiffy.

- You think that's funny?
- Little bit.

I'm trying to say we're well aware

of who's on the table
and what the stakes are.

We're all working as fast as we can.
We're all on the same page, Grey.

You're not more interested in saving
a life than the rest of us. Mayo.

Antibiotic irrigation.

What'd you have?

Young kid with advanced nec
fasc. I just hope I got it all.

I hear you. I've got a ventricular
washout on a massive brain abscess.

Sounds last-ditch. Sorry.

Well, not necessarily. I...
feel pretty good about it.

Okay.

I do.

Well, you feel really good
about a lot of things, so...

- What does that mean?
- Nothing.

Just... just forget about it.

Is it a problem for you, Owen and me?

Is that... is that what
you're talking about?

Let's not. You have surgery.

- I can handle it.
- Can you?

- Because it seems like...
- Like what?

like you don't even see it.

You think you're
making all these choices

and building this life when
none of this is actually yours.

That doesn't even make sense.

It does make sense. You
are living in my house,

helping to take care of
my children with my sister.

You are marrying my best friend's ex.

You are trying to do my husband's job.

You know, you used to have
humility, even a little anxiety,

and now you even have his confidence.

But why not? Because you've
taken over everything else.

- What are you saying?
- Get your own life.

You have surgery.

Noah, you really don't
have to stay here.

Listen, this may all be nothing to you,
but it doesn't mean that I don't care,

- okay, about you and the kid.
- I didn't say it was nothing.

Oh, right. Sorry. Sex.

You were using me for my stick shift.

Noah, for God's sake,
that is not what I said.

- Excuse me.
- Hi. We have an update.

- Okay.
- The surgery went well.

We believe we were able to
resect all of the infected tissue.

Rhys was very lucky. If you
hadn't brought him in when you did,

we probably wouldn't
have been so successful.

Oh, wow.

Okay.

- Okay.
- It's okay.

- Thank you.
- He's gonna be okay.

He's here because of you.

(Scoffs) He would've died, and
he didn't because of you. Right?

Yeah, kind of. Um, yeah.

You are a hero.

I mean, I just did
what needed to be done.

Wow.

Okay.

Well, good luck.

See? Happy endings... they happen.

Oh, please. Everyone's
in love in a foxhole.

- What?
- He saved her kid.

That's like post-traumatic
stress romance.

You know what? Give it a rest.

Just because you choose to be unhappy
doesn't mean everybody else has to.

- Not true. Not always a choice.
- You have chances, you know?

You're hot, you're smart, you're funny.

Maybe Thorpe didn't work out, but that
doesn't mean you have to stop trying.

And it sure as hell doesn't mean
you get to crap on everyone else.

And, yeah, I'm gonna have a big wedding,

and you're gonna be there 'cause
you're gonna be my best man!

Deal with it!

Doctor.

(Heart monitor beeping)

Hi.

Um... is there any way that I
could also have Sofia tonight?

I know we already moved things around,

and thank you again so much, by the way.

It's just I really need to...

Could I have her tonight, please?

It's just... it's been a tough day.

You're right. We already
did move things around.

Or rather, I already moved
things around... for you.

I know, and I thought that's why
you would be okay with letting...

With bending the rules
for your convenience?

The rules that only exist

because you put us and all
of our friends through hell?

- No. I'm sorry. I just...
- You know, you chose this.

You ruined everything.

And yet you still expect me to
leap to fulfill your needs. But...

(Scoffs) I did that. I
did that this morning.

Okay, Arizona, I get it. You're angry.

I wasn't angry.

I was gracious.

I was nice and I was accommodating

and I tried to help you,

and yet here you are
again, asking for even more.

I... I do not have any more to give you.

You have used up all of my grace.

(Sniffles)

- Blake, what's wrong?
- Oh, Dr. Grey, I, um...

I am gathering my things. I'm
leaving for the fellowship.

- Already?
- Mm-hmm.

My time line, um... (voice
breaking) accelerated a bit.

Callie and I broke up.

- Aw.
- I came here for her.

I stayed for her. I...

thought we were gonna be together.

Doesn't really matter
what I thought. (Chuckles)

We're over. (Sighs)

We don't... work anymore.

Sorry. I had no idea.

(Crying)

You'll be okay, Blake.

(Sighs)

You will be okay. You
will pick yourself up,

and you will go kick
some fellowship ass.

- Right?
- Thank you.

For teaching me, for... for everything.

- It's my job.
- (Chuckles)

(Parson James' "Waiting Game" plays)

- 50 cc syringe.
- Another one?

There's more in there. Keep
irrigating until it clears out.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- What?

There's too much fluid
coming out, and it's cloudy.

- So the abscess is...
- Ruptured into his ventricles.

Okay, then we just need to move faster.

More irrigation! Keep the
syringes coming... fast!

(Rapid beeping)

Damn it. It is getting harder
to withdraw anything at all now.

His B.P.'s starting to rise.

Come on, Kyle. Come on.

Stop. I need you to stop irrigating
and run up to the gallery right now.

What? Why?

I don't want her watching this.

I'm gonna try moving
the catheter around.

- He's getting bradycardic.
- Come on. Come on.

(Panting)

Steph, you shouldn't be watching this.

Oh, no. (Humming)

Time of death: 15:23.

(Sobbing) No! No! No!

No. No.

(Sniffles)

(Sobbing continues)

Edwards.

- (Sniffles)
- Stephanie, stop.

We tried everything we could.

His brain had already
infarcted from herniation.

It was too far gone.

I'm so sorry.

And she's standing there with these
sad eyes like she's the victim.

She's not the victim. Callie caused
all this, she set it all in motion,

and now here we are and
there's not one part of it

that doesn't suck, you know?

- Thank you.
- Yeah, I do.

- Good night, Robbins.
- Good night.

Jackson, hey. Uh, I e-mailed you
the video and the 3-D ultrasound.

Did you get it?

(Sighs)

- You ready?
- Ready.

There you are, baby.

I couldn't wait till next week
to see you. I hope you don't mind.

Thank God.

Mm. Mm.

(Smoke alarm beeping)

Did you catch the place on fire?

I'm sorry. I was trying
to make us dinner.

Ugh. Should I order pizza or Thai?

(Beeping stops)

Jo, I'm ready.

I know. I'm sorry. I'm starving, too.

No, I'm ready to get married.

I have proposed to you twice,

and you still haven't
given me an answer.

I bought you a ring. You
told me not to get rid of it,

so it's just sitting in
a drawer, collecting dust.

- I know.
- No, I'm ready to be married,

and I need to know
when you will be ready.

It doesn't have to be today or tomorrow,

but I need to know it's gonna happen.

I need to know that you're
up for this, 'cause I am.

Look, I'm not scared of
being committed to you.

I want to be married to you.

But I'm done waiting. So I just
need to know, will you marry me?

Oh, God. Okay. Okay.

(Breathes deeply)

I w...

Alex, I can't.

Of course you can.

- Alex...
- I don't need a big thing.

I just need you.

I'm so sorry, but...

no.

You know that thing?

That terrible thing you thought you
had laid to rest? What if you didn't?

- Well?
- (Chuckles) It's great.

Owen, it's really great.

Wait till you see the inside.

What's wrong? What's wrong?

My patient died today.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I thought I knew what I was
doing, but... he still died.

I thought I knew what I was doing.

You and I... we're good, right?

I mean, this is real between us.

We know what we're doing.

I think we do.

Why aren't we doing it? Why
aren't we building our life?

I don't want to waste our time

on conversations or some
hypothetical lives someday.

I...

I want a real life...

and I want it with you.

Are you asking me to marry you?

- Yes.
- We're not talking

about the fake married. We're
talking about the real married.

Real...

Owen.

Completely real.

Will you marry me?

You know that thing... you
think you finally figured out.

What if you haven't?

(Car alarm chirps)

I didn't mean to startle you.

- Hell of a save today.
- Thank you.

(Trunk beeps)

- Night.
- Night.

- Hope you feel better.
- I feel fine.

- Yeah, right.
- What did you say?

Nothing. Forget it.

What did you say?

You turned that O.R.
into a minefield today.

- Everybody felt it.
- And?

I mean, I see why you're
pissed. I would be, too, I bet.

- She's your sister, right?
- Who?

- Your dead husband.
- Don't talk about him.

Amelia Shepherd's his sister,
you had this great thing with him,

now he's gone and she's here, and...

she gets to get all
the good stuff, right?

With Hunt, of all people.

Everyone else is so happy about it,

and all it does is make you
want to punch her in the face.

- Am I close?
- I can see why Owen hates you.

(Chuckling) Hey, I'm trying to
be nice here, empathize a little.

We both lost people.

That doesn't mean we
belong to some club.

- Now, that's just mean.
- So?

- So don't be like that.
- I should be like you...

Laid-back and cool?

Can anyone ever get a rise out of you?

- People have, yeah.
- Like who? Owen?

- All right, don't bring him up.
- You brought up my dead husband.

- Yeah, to be nice.
- Well, don't be nice.

- Well, don't be mean.
- I'll do whatever I want.

- Yeah? Well, so will I!
- Me too.

Well, what do you want?

When do you know you've
put something to bed?

When is it finally safe to move on?

Maybe you never know.

Maybe you just have to test the water.

You have to see how it feels.

Okay, this could make things a little...

Just shut up.

And if it feels good,
I mean, really good,

then, hell, I say go for it.

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