Superheroes, soldiers, first responders...
that's who we think of when we think of bravery.
Hey.
- I'm sorry. Did I wake you? - No. No.
But surgeons should make the list, too.
I'm going back to work today.
- That's great! - Yeah.
I just, uh, wanted to look over
my old surgical notes from med school,
which is a little absurd, I know, but, um...
I find my old notes comforting.
But then I realized that they were here.
Uh, my notes. In the text book that I wrote them in.
You're nervous?
- A little. - Hmm.
- How are you? - Eh.
You think we got this wrong? Made the wrong decision?
No.
I don't.
But I wish I did.
I wish I did, too.
I've been trying to figure out when the symptoms started.
I-I know the tumor was growing for a decade,
but it wasn't symptomatic that whole time.
You know, I... I made your life hell this past year.
But I'm saying...
My love for you, the affection, that was not a symptom.
And I know that...
because the affection is still here
even without the tumor.
So I want us to be friends.
Me too.
But not fake friends. Not like "we were married,
so now we're pretending we're okay with each other."
Like, real fri... like we can talk to each other.
Even about, like, people that we're dating or whatever.
Just friends. Just like real friends.
So, are you dating someone?
- No! - Ah.
No, but... but we could do that, right?
I mean, 'cause this isn't like a regular divorce.
- No. - I mean, I barely lived here.
So I just... I don't want us
to torture each other, like, at all.
Me neither.
I'm done with torment and shame and guilt.
I mean, I'm really... I'm done with all of that.
Good! Yes! Me too!
Good. Okay. Yes.
So, can we just decide that we're gonna...
blame everything that was bad on the brain tumor
and just keep all the good stuff?
- And be friends? - Yeah, we can do that.
Whoa. Meredith made the cover of JS?
Wow. I know.
She's gonna be impossible to live with now.
Maybe I should move back in here.
Kidding.
- Friend! - Yeah.
Surgeons don't wear capes or armor.
We don't carry guns.
And no one throws us a parade.
Look at you! You're on the cover!
Put it away.
You're like a rock star, of the clinical variety.
Please put it away.
But we do fight like hell to save your life.
Are you ready to operate today?
Yep.
So exciting. What do you have?
Skull base schwannoma.
Yes, thanks to me, you are back...
a finely-tuned, tumor-free surgery machine.
And I'm officially handing your department back to you.
Oh, nice picture, cover girl.
Your eyes really pop.
Oh, for God's sakes. Thank you.
You're leaving? Today?
Yep, wrapping up some paperwork,
sending out some patients, getting out of Dodge.
This has been a hoot, but this is farewell.
- Well, uh, Tom... - No.
No, no, no. No tears, no hugging.
I get it. You're... You're gonna miss me.
Yeah. Knock 'em dead, Shepherd.
I mean, figuratively.
And we're also holding a knife in our hands...
knowing we might be the one to end your life.
Doctors never get the cover!
- Derek did. - It's still impressive.
You'll be at the new-intern mixer tonight?
- Do I need to be? - You better be!
You're not gonna autograph this?
Oh, get it away.
Look, can you, uh, put Jo on your service
and be nice to her?
I'm always nice to Jo.
Yeah, well, not "Mer nice."
Real nice.
I mean, she's bummed that her name's not on the paper.
- That wasn't her fault. - I'm just saying please.
Really, Mer? The cover?
Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hate the picture.
- It does, actually. Thank you. - What do you care?
I mean, you could just buy a journal
and put your own face on the cover.
That's not really the same, is it, Karev?
Man, if I had that much money, I wouldn't be here.
I-I'd be on a-a boat... a big boat.
Hi, it's Dr. Grey. Wilson?
Returning.
You don't? Okay, thanks.
- You're on my service today. - Really?
- Yes! - Thanks.
Yes, you did great on that procedure.
Dude, don't worry about the paper.
I mean, Jo's name wasn't on it, either.
You know what? I think I need a sick day.
- You're really that upset about it? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Also, I just bought a boat, so...
Oh, man.
How are you feeling?
I-I'm feeling sick, too.
- Yeah, I thought so. - All right.
We've already pushed the Gibson hearing once.
Well, I'm sure Diane would rather wait a couple weeks
than let her kids go back in the system.
Dr. Grey. Not too shabby!
Judge King. This Dr. Jo Wilson.
She is my star resident.
Ah. And this is Mr. Robert Souza.
He's my star resident.
Likes working for me so much,
he's turning down all kinds of fancy job offers.
Stockholm syndrome.
- Wilson, present? - Yes. Um...
Judge Jeffrey King,
50-year-old male with a history of stage 4-A colon cancer.
Underwent resection, followed by chemo.
CT shows arterial enhancement in the right lobe of the liver.
Not eligible for a transplant.
He saved 27 families last month.
Immigrant families, children, foster children.
You'd think UNOS might make an exception.
Trust me, I tried.
If buying an organ were legal, I might try that, too.
Scheduled for a liver resection and diversion procedure?
We're doing an ALPPS?
We are doing an ALPPS.
Is that a first for this hospital?
That's a first for the West Coast, Wilson.
She is a rock star. Haven't you heard?
All right.
I know it's scary, Harmony, but I promise,
we do this kind of operation all the time... almost every week.
That's a lot of brain tumors.
You think it's the cellphones?
Amethyst, quiet.
- People are healing, guys. - It's okay.
Kids' laughter is proven to have healing qualities.
I've heard of people waking up from brain surgery
and suddenly they're white supremacists.
I think it would take a lot more than a brain tumor to do that.
My mom will still be my mom when you're done, right?
She might have a harder time keeping up with you at first,
but, yeah, she's still gonna be your mom.
It's gonna be okay.
Okay?
Young. Too young. Whoa. Way too young.
Ugh! I hate being single.
I hate it even more than sharing a bathroom.
What?
I broke up with Carina. By accident.
I-I just... I needed some space.
Like, physically, in my home, because Sofia's coming home.
But apparently, she thinks that I broke up with her,
so now here I am, swiping,
instead of having sex with an Italian orgasm scientist.
That's a pretty bad accident.
Well, I shouldn't even be dating because I should be
getting ready for Sofia to come home.
I am so ready to be dating...
anyone who does not work at this hospital.
- Hey. Are you guys Tindering? - Mm-hmm.
I set up a profile, but I'm afraid to actually swipe.
Uh, it's pretty straightforward...
left for "no," right for "yes."
Yes for what? "Yes, I'll sleep with you"?
Well, it's not a binding contract.
What are you all doing, standing around,
leaning against things?
- This is a hospital. - It's a slow day.
What are you doing? Oh!
Too young. Way too young.
Hello, Idris Elba.
You're welcome.
Did you just match me?
You know that's a real, live, actual person!
Hey! I don't get to swipe.
Just let me have this moment.
Pit! I call it!
- No! I'm a trauma surgeon! - I'm bored!
I'm Chief of Surgery! I call it!
Warren. What are you getting into right now?
Uh, just finished a night shift.
I'm grabbing a beer breakfast with DeLuca.
Okay, I guess you can come, too.
You're gonna be on snack duty, though, all right? We're grilling.
- Going where? - Hey, Owen.
- Yeah. - How are you doing, man?
Hey, sorry to hear about you and Shepherd, man.
W-What about you and Shepherd?
Their marriage ended with the tumor.
- A little harsh, buddy. - It's okay. We're okay.
You know, it was a mutual decision, so...
All the more reason you should come with us.
- Come where? - Avery bought a boat.
And a Batmobile, apparently.
- Oooooh! - Wow!
This Batmobile goes zero to 60 in 4.7 seconds.
Yep, that is, uh, hand-stitched leather.
Thank God, 'cause, you know, I wasn't getting in
for regular old sewing-machine leather.
Stop!
Wh...
You take the tumor out of the girl,
but not the girl out of the t...
I got a patient with a gnarly schwannoma.
It's... It's too deep to resect from a single incision.
Are you talking about the hippie chick?
Melody or, uh, Tambourine or whatever?
- No, it's not. - Harmony.
Yeah, I need you to do it with me.
No, you don't. You're just scared to do it alone.
Just park your fancy rental car and come help me save a life!
Uh...
I can walk! Will you please just let me go?!
18-year-old female. Danielle Gordon.
She collapsed in the visiting center at King County,
complaining of abdominal pain, but says she's fine now.
- Okay, mine! - Danielle, is there a chance
that you might be pregnant?
Uh, Dr. Robbins, I'll handle this.
- Dr. Bailey! - No, no, no.
Dr. Kepner, good to see you, as well.
Who's this guy?
Mr. Nelligan. He's a hypochondriac.
- Oh. - Oh.
What is it today, Mr. Nelligan?
I have a terrible headache.
I think there's something wrong with my blood.
I'll... I'll just use my regular bed.
Danielle, so we know
that you were at the prison when you collapsed.
Do you have any previous medical history?
Or are you taking any medications?
No. No. Look, I'm fine.
Seriously. Can I just go, please?
No, you still have abdominal pain, and you fainted,
so I'm a little concerned that you might be pregnant.
Well, I'm not pregnant, okay?
I fainted because... because of the heat.
There wasn't any air in there... Ow!
Please. Just run some tests.
I can't do that, Mr. Nelligan,
because I don't believe there's anything wrong with you.
- Any nausea or vomiting? - Did you swallow something?
If she was smuggling something into the prison, it may have burst.
If you swallowed something, Danielle, you need to let us know.
Otherwise, you could get very, very sick.
I didn't swallow it!
I've been shot! I've been shot!
I've been shot!
- Stay down! Don't move! - Security!
Is everyone all right?!
Aah!
- Abdomen! - What?!
Who the hell fired?!
April, you're bleeding!
Huh? No, I'm fine. I'm fine. It's... It's nothing.
Okay.
Danielle. Do you have a gun on you?
Wait. Hold on. Hold on! This is... This is an exit wound.
No entrance wound.
Danielle, did you put a gun in your vagina?
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What were doing doing taking a gun into a prison?
- Into a prison in your vagina? - It was my boyfriend's idea.
He's in jail. I just... I wanted to help him.
I-Is everyone okay? Uh, w-where's the weapon?
In her pelvis?
Yes, sir.
Well, uh, b... Careful! Careful!
If it went off once, is it gonna go off again?
No. That right there is the clip. It's empty. So we are in the clear.
I thought it wasn't loaded!
I guess you forgot about the one in the chamber.
The what?
Kepner, get that arm patched up before you go into the O.R.
- Okay. - Pierce!
- You guys got this? - Mm-hmm. Yeah.
Dr. Bailey?
Hey, Mr. Nelligan was shot in the leg.
Still bleeding despite constant pressure.
It looks like he was shot in the femoral artery.
- Yeah. - I'm gonna need you in surgery.
I've been shot in the femoral artery? Will that kill me?
Uh, we won't let that happen. Just let us do our jobs.
Will I need follow-up surgeries?
Uh, let's focus on this surgery, Mr. Nelligan.
Did that girl really put a gun in her...
Holster? Yep.
Holster.
... just to get started.
It's a good thing I brought this cooler then.
I can't believe you brought just that six-pack.
No, I realized all you really need is, like, four shots...
- Yeah. - ... just to get by.
I get seasick. Do you get seasick?
You got the biggest one out here, man?
- It's beautiful. - You got the biggest?
- Aye, yi-yi, Captain. - Yeah!
Whoa!
Well, guys, I couldn't get a captain
on, uh, such short notice, but...
This is how to spend a sick day.
Oh, man.
All right, so who's driving?
Wow!
I thought you knew how to sail.
As in sailboats.
Owen, aren't you a, uh... in the Army or something?
Uh, yeah, no, we didn't have many oceans
where I was stationed, Avery, or yachts, actually.
Warren?
What? Do I look like a ship's captain?
- Yeah, you kind of do, yeah. - He's right. Well...
the sun is in the sky, and we're still on a boat!
Yeah, we are.
Hey, uh, Jackson, what's her name?
I'll text DeLuca so he knows where to bring the food.
You know what? Um...
Seriously? You buy a boat,
and you don't even know the name of it?
Oh, that's weird. It says "Shut It, Karev."
Today, we will go in
and dissect the left and right lobes of the liver.
Then we'll divert the blood flow
to the healthy left side, which will make it grow.
- Great. - Okay.
Then, in 10 days, we'll go in and remove
the now-dead cancerous right side.
Excellent.
Okay, cool. This is so amazing.
Okay, um, so, what would you do now if you were me?
Oh. I would, um...
be proud of myself.
Okay, that's not... what I was...
I'm proud of you, Wilson.
Okay.
Uh, is everything all right, Dr. Wilson?
Dr. Grey is creeping me out!
Creeping you out?
Yeah, she's treating me like I'm a baby deer.
It's weird. I...
Never mind. Do you need something, sir?
Uh, yeah, I wanted to let you know
that you are in the running for Chief Resident.
Did Meredith put you up to this?
- Alex? Ben Warren? - Nobody put me up to anything.
Okay, I-I don't know what anyone told you,
but I am not a victim.
I don't need any special treatment.
Nobody told me anything, Dr. Wilson.
This is good news.
It means you're doing a good jo...
What?
A combined sub-occipital and sub-temporal approach
is utterly superfluous with this kind of tumor.
I disagree.
I would've scheduled one from the beginning
if I thought it necessary.
I want to give this woman the best shot possible.
And this is it.
It may be overly cautious,
but it's what I would have wanted if this were my tumor.
Oh, laying it on thick.
Next, you're gonna tell me she has kids at home.
We gotta save her.
Three, and they're here, in her room,
expecting their mother to wake up from brain surgery.
Well, I suppose that makes it worth
the first-class ticket I just threw away.
I'll pay for your new flight, if you stop being an ass.
No deal. You'll pay anyway.
Hmm?
I'm starving. Where's DeLuca?
What do yacht people eat, anyway?
Caviar?
Baby seals?
- The surgeon's knot, gentlemen. - Huh?
Also known as a reef knot,
commonly used in sailing, fly fishing, quilting...
- Surgery. - Surgery, as well, yes.
Now, the man who can tie the most surgeon's knots
in under a minute, wins.
Wins what?
You got a free day on a yacht. You need prizes now?
The prize is...
you know you're the best. Go!
- Oh! - Okay...
I'll teach you guys how to do this.
"And all indicated procedures." What does that mean?
The wording on this consent form is really alarmist.
Have you read it? It's pretty terrifying.
What happens if he doesn't sign?
We don't have to do the procedure.
His best prognosis is 6 to 12 months.
Washington State v. Adams won't be resolved by then.
Is this just another paper you're gonna publish?
- I'm sorry? - Rob.
I'm sorry, Judge, I have to say this.
This man saves lives, just like you, every day.
At this stage of the cancer, this is his best option.
And if I didn't believe that, I would never do the surgery.
Would you sign it?
I'm your surgeon. I can't decide that for you.
Surgeons and judges.
We make decisions for people all the time...
great, big, life-changing things.
Just tell me.
Legally, I'm not allowed to.
I would sign it.
If I were you, I would sign it in a heartbeat.
Because I would not want to spend what short life I had left
wondering what could've happened if I'd just been a little more brave.
- Can we have a moment, please? - Sure.
You know, if I knew that they were gonna shave my stomach,
I wouldn't have conceded to this.
Judge King, it was unethical of my resident
to pressure you into this surgery.
Well, I signed the papers, so you're covered, legally.
I understand that, but ethically,
I just want to follow up and make sure
that this surgery is what you want to do.
Well, I didn't sign because your resident pressured me.
I signed because she made me think of my wife, who died.
You're a widow, right? The article said that...
- Yeah. - Yeah, she died eight years ago.
She was fine one minute.
And then she was gone.
Aneurysm.
Mm.
And there was nothing we could do.
There was no warning.
But I would've given anything for a doctor to say...
"There's a chance.
There's something that you can do."
And if she had the chance to fight for her life,
she would have done it.
And if she were here, she would've made me sign.
And I probably wouldn't have needed the surgery,
'cause I would've gone to all my annual checkups
instead of working all the time.
Thanks for checking in, Dr. Grey.
But let's fight the fight.
- O-kay. - We're doing surgical knots.
- Who's winning? - I am!
- Done! Done! - No. No!
- Cheated! - Okay. Best 10 out of 12?
No way. I'm hungry. DeLucs, what'd you bring us?
Well, you said you wanted to grill, so...
- Whoa! Whoa! - Wow!
We meant burgers and...
Well, we're on the sea, so... seafood.
- Hot dogs. - No, no. You know what?
This is good. This is good.
Last one to fillet their fish...
has to buy more beer.
Isn't that what DeLuca's for?
Come on, man. Maritime law. He's not a resident out here.
- He's right. DeLuca, scrub in. - All right.
Gentlemen, let's cut.
- Ohp! - All right.
Okay.
You see what I'm doing here, Wilson?
- Mm-hmm. - Good.
Why haven't you yelled at me for what I did yet?
It worked. He's on the table, isn't he?
You and I both know that it was ethically wrong of me
to advise a patient to sign a consent form.
Yes, we do.
So why haven't you yelled at me about it?
Well, because if you know it was wrong,
then there's nothing to yell about.
Right, Wilson?
Ah. You... paged me
to my own office?
I need a meeting.
I don't have a church basement or coffee or doughnuts,
but two sober drunks talking to each other make a meeting,
and I need a meeting.
Okay, remember when you quit drinking,
and you didn't know who you'd be without it?
It kind of defined you.
Like, it made you brave and fun and fearless?
But it also ruined your life,
so you had to quit, which was terrifying,
because you didn't know who you would be without the booze?
Uh, yeah. I remember that.
Okay.
My brain tumor is like that.
I'm worried it made me who I am.
I'm thinking it made me brave and fearless.
And I'm not sure that I can be a surgeon without it.
Amelia...
getting sober was the best thing
that ever happened to either one of us.
The drugs did not define you.
I mean, they... they numbed you,
and they broke you, and they almost ruined you.
The tumor was the problem.
And now it's gone.
It's just like sobriety.
You can take it one day at a time.
One surgery at a time.
Every week for 15 years,
this man has shown up in my E.R. with nothing wrong.
People spend their lives trying to stay out of hospitals.
He's dying to get himself into one. Suction.
He finally got what he wanted.
But he makes everything
so much harder than it needs to be.
It doesn't need to be this complicated.
Do I do that?
I feel like I make things harder than they need to be.
I mean, I always want the tough job
and the impossible guy...
I wasn't speaking metaphorically about your life.
- Bulldog clamp. - Go with me on this.
I am young, smart, pretty. I should be dating.
I should be taking advantage of my relative youth.
And instead, I am fighting my friends
over gunshot wounds... What is that?
Congratulations on your personal breakthrough.
Now help me get distal control of this artery.
What was that?! Was that the app?!
Do I have a match?!
"David M."
Great. You tell David M. that I will meet him tonight.
D... Whoa, whoa, whoa! N... Uh, There are rules.
You can't just go setting up dates willy-nilly.
You haven't even looked at his profile!
I'm tired of overthinking things.
- I need to take action! 6-0 prolene! - N...
What you need to do is set up a date in a public place.
Make sure your friends know where you're going.
And always have an exit strategy.
Tell David M. I will meet him tonight
at 8:00 p.m. in the lobby.
- Ooh, bold. - Too bold?
Not gun-in-the-oven bold, but bold nonetheless.
She's lucky the bullet didn't injure
her bowel or any major vessels.
How dumb do you have to be
to do something like that for a guy?
Is it really that hard to find a boyfriend who isn't in jail?
She's only 18, and she's already shot herself over a man.
Oh, God. Sofia's gonna be a teenager in like 5 seconds.
I am not ready for puberty and dating and...
idiot boys... or idiot girls.
Hi.
Uh, Dr. DeLuca.
I hope you'll be able to join us
for the, uh, new intern mixer this evening.
Oh, thank you, Dr. Webber. I'll love to attend.
I've pulled a lot of strange things
out of bodies in my career, but this?
I've heard stories of guns in the body cavity,
but I've never witnessed one until today.
I once pulled $10,000 in cash out of a woman
who wanted to hide it from her ex-husband.
A porcelain doll.
- Hmm. - Said he fell on it.
They always "fell on it."
Flashlight.
A jar of ashes.
Beer bottle.
A showerhead.
I pulled a pen...
out of a male stripper's penis.
He said he wanted to sign autographs with it.
Whoa.
All right.
Congratulations, everybody.
It's a beautiful 1-pound, 8-ounce... baby pistol.
Non pensavo che I'avrei mai visto in vita mia,
ma invece eccolo qua... Gun-gina.
That sounds pretty. What does it mean?
Gun-gina? It's a gun in a vagina.
You're right. This is just as much fun as eating warm cookies
and getting drunk on free champagne.
I'm sure Harmony here would like to be on a beach
drinking a rum punch and playing a ukulele,
but we all have to do hard things.
Tilt the table. Admit it, Shepherd.
You weren't ready to take the training wheels off.
You wanted some hand-holding. No shame in that.
I cleared you, so you're technically ready.
- Hand is mighty. Mind is weak. - Crap.
Something's bleeding.
- Fast. - Oops.
Maybe you're right. Maybe you weren't ready.
I wouldn't do that.
Try the bipolar on the superior petrosal vein.
I don't care what you'd try.
Your turn for suggestions is over.
Okay. I got the bleed.
I can call for a resident to come help you if you want.
You know, I cannot believe I ever considered you a mentor.
You're rude.
Yeah, I-I-I don't need
- You're callous. - your insults, Shepherd.
I'm not even supposed to be in this O.R.
Well, then go. I don't need you.
Well, I thought a combined approach was this patient's "best shot."
It was.
I got the tumor.
See?
I told you you could do it alone.
Good job in there, Wilson.
You really... shone.
Okay, okay, please, just, can you stop it?
Can you stop treating me like I'm made of glass?
I didn't put my name on the paper
because if I do, then he will find me,
and he will kill me.
I made a choice,
but that choice doesn't make me a victim.
Listen, I don't think you're a victim.
You were in a bad situation and you got yourself out.
You're a survivor.
And I was nice to you because Alex asked me to be.
What?
That's the kind of dumb stuff he does
when he loves someone.
But I didn't put you on my service because of Alex.
I put you on my service
because you earned the right to be there.
And it doesn't matter if your name
gets put on papers or not, Wilson.
The only thing that matters is what happens in there.
All that smiling make me seem like a serial killer?
Yeah. Or a preschool teacher with a drug habit.
Overstep again, and I'll suspend you myself.
Thank you, Dr. Grey.
You know, I've always heard that salmon
had two-chambered hearts,
but I'd never seen one before.
Guys, can we not today? Like, we're not doctors today.
We're men... on a boat.
We just dissected a dozen fish.
We've pretty much all did surgery today.
Oh, speaking of which, DeLuca, why are you so damn good at that?
My dad used to take me and my sister fishing when we were kids.
Yeah, my dad used to leave us in the car while he went fishing.
I never had a sister until now, and it's actually not bad.
- It's pretty cool. - Trust me, it's not.
You know, my sister used to sing opera, badly,
at the top of her lungs!
Just 'cause she knew I hated it.
I used to call my sister my brother.
My sister sleeps with all my friends.
- Oh-oh! - Is that right?
- Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh. - Okay.
Wait. Since when do you have a sister?
Uh, since Richard married my mom.
His daughter, Maggie. Come on, guys.
I mean, come on. Barely. He still calls her Pierce.
I mean, we have dinner. They call that family dinner.
Yeah, no. No.
Maggie is not your... your sister.
Right. It's a bit like Amelia calling Maggie her sister.
Wait a minute. They're not sisters?
- No! - No!
Okay, wait a second. You...
You consider Meredith your sister, though.
No, she's like family, but I don't call her my sister.
Right. But you wouldn't, like, sleep with her.
- Oh-oh! - Dude.
What? No.
Who said anything about sleeping together?
Uh, who... who's ready for grilling? Huh? What do you say?
Yeah.
What's your pain level at now?
Uh... fine.
Like a four.
Okay, well, is there anyone
from your family that we can call?
Just my boyfriend.
Young lady...
do you have any idea how badly this could have gone?
You shot yourself in the belly from inside your vagina,
and that was the best-case scenario.
You could have shot yourself in the spine.
Or you could have shot someone else in the head.
I mean, no one, no... no man or woman is worth that kind of risk.
Well, uh, at least I get to go to jail now.
So I-I can be with him.
No, you can't! That's not how it works!
Okay.
If you were brave enough
to do something like this for your boyfriend,
then you can be brave enough to say no to him.
You got it? Do ya?
Mm-hmm.
You are gonna be an amazing mom to a teenage girl.
We were never that stupid, right?
Mm, I thought you could get pregnant from a toilet seat
till at least the 10th grade, so, uh...
- Everything went very well. - Hmm.
We expect rapid growth from the remaining liver.
I knew you were a rock star.
So can I get back in court by Wednesday?
Not if you want me to take out the cancerous part.
You're killing me, Grey.
I know. I'm a bully.
Shall I tell your hostage to come in and say hi?
Ask him to bring the Gibson files.
Will do.
Wilson, keep an eye on his drain output.
Okay.
Thought I did well. Why the face?
Oh, no. You're all good.
I'm basically a professional lie detector.
And I'm stuck in this bed. So out with it.
Okay.
Well, uh, actually,
I hear you work with domestic-violence cases.
I could use some legal advice.
Yeah.
I'm sorry I don't have better news,
but the system is rigged against domestic-violence survivors.
There are legal protections you can pursue,
but they don't do anything to stop your abuser
from physically confronting you if you file for divorce.
It sucks, and I'm trying to fix it,
but that's the reality.
So he'll find out where I live?
Yes.
What do most women in my position do?
Most survivors I see in my court are willing to take the risk
if it means being free to live your life.
- Hey! - Hey.
He did great!
So, try not to work him too hard, okay?
Um, thank you.
Good luck.
And we were able to repair your femoral artery,
but you will need to avoid any strenuous activity
over the next few weeks.
And we'll need you to come back in a month for a follow-up.
Oh, I don't think so.
Uh, no, really. You have to come...
I came in here with a headache,
and I'm leaving with a gunshot wound.
I am never coming to this hospital again.
I'm...
so sorry to hear that, uh, sir.
We'll have your charts transferred to...
- Seattle Pres. - Right away.
I'm sure they'll take much better care of you over there.
I should hope so.
They have nicer sheets in their E.R., anyway.
Higher thread count.
I'm telling you guys, you got to come see
this new apartment, man. It's sweet.
Wait. You just bought a new apartment?
Come on, Avery. What the hell haven't you bought?
Happiness, Karev. Happiness.
I got to find a new place, too. Arizona's kid's coming back.
Hey, DeLuca, you can come and stay at my place for a while.
I got space now that Amelia's, you know, gone, so...
Really? Yeah. Thanks.
I am not a white-coat guy!
- Huh? Hmm? - Here we go.
What's that, Ben?
The night of that fire, I-I felt more alive
than I have ever felt in an O.R.
I'm not a white-coat guy!
I-I'm a "run into the fire" guy!
Whoa. What the hell are you talking about?
Um...
I applied to the fire training academy.
And, uh...
I got in.
What?
You're... You're kidding, right?
Warren, I mean, I've ran into a few fires myself,
but I'm not making a career out of it. Damn.
The only thing I've ever been more sure of in my life
was marrying Miranda Bailey.
But please don't tell her.
- Wow. - Whoa. Wait.
You didn't tell her yet?
Dude! Can I...
Can we be there when she finds out?
Say a prayer for... I mean, I mean, a toast to Ben Warren.
Not many people get to find
their passion in life even one time.
He's managed to do it three.
- Yeah! - Cheers, man.
- Oh, no. Oh, no. - What's that?
Bailey. Webber. The intern mixer.
- The mixer! - Oh! Oh!
No! No, no, no. We can't drive like this.
Last one to the mixer...
Pisses off my wife! Call a cab! A fast one!
- Let's go! - What... What's happening?
DeLuca, I'm sorry, man, but, uh, you're on cleanup duty.
- Good luck! - You got this!
W-What happened to Maritime Law?!
- I got it. - This ain't the fish, though.
Where are your surgeons?
Uh, there's, uh, Kepner.
And the rest will be here, too.
Are you sure about that?
Yes, I'm sure.
Why are you being so crazy about this mixer anyway?
This is my first new class
since I was reinstated back in this job,
a job which you took away behind my back.
So, um, I'd like a little support.
Yes, sir. You're right. Go speechify.
- They'll be here soon. - Thank you.
Uh, okay. Uh, uh, people!
Welcome...
Welcome to Grey Sloan Memorial,
where your education is our top priority.
Um, you were chosen...
... for your potential.
We are one of the top-rated...
top-rated teaching hospitals in the nation.
And with your bright futures,
we are certain that that tradition will continue.
Hi. Alex Karev. Peds unit. How are you? Hi.
But it's up to youto put in the hard work.
And it is hard work.
I get shot, and they get a sick day?
Di... Don't.
So, enjoy the evening, ask questions,
- talk to your colleagues. - Wow. He is so good at speeches.
Because tomorrow, you are surgeons.
She's recovering in I.C.U., but she should be awake in a few hours.
- Okay. - Mama's okay?
She's more than okay, sweetheart. She's awesome.
Oh!
Mommy's okay?
Uh, excuse me.
Hi. Excuse me.
Hey!
Yeah. Uh, I had Knicks tickets for tonight.
And I really like the Knicks.
And now... I missed the Knicks.
All for the measly reward of saving a woman's life.
Okay, I-I didn't want to stay because I knew you'd be fine
and I didn't want to give you a crutch.
And then I was hoping you'd screw it up,
because that would mean you weren't still...
better than me.
But... you are.
Still... better than me.
And that really pisses me off.
I'm sorry about that.
No, you're not.
Hi. Hi.
I don't think we've met. I'm Owen.
- Carina. - Welcome to Grey Sloan.
Um, where'd you go to med school?
Oh, I'm not an intern. I'm a visiting doctor.
I'm sorry. I was...
I've been in and out the past couple of months.
Uh, what's your specialty?
Orgasms.
Oh! This is good news!
Well, where's Meredith?
What happened?
We were talking. He was fine.
And then he just collapsed.
He's in v-fib. One milligram of epi in the I.V.
Paddles. Charge to 150! Clear!
Pressure's bottoming out.
Charge to 200. Clear.
Let's open him up.
Drapes and size-7 gloves are ready.
Surgical trays coming up.
Anesthesia has been...
His liver was perfect. It was not the procedure.
He threw a massive clot. There wasn't anything...
I'm sorry. I...
I am so sorry.
Meredith, you're needed downstairs.
Meredith.
You've been nominated for a Harper Avery Award.
This is amazing. Are you amazed?
It's a Harper Avery nomination.
Derek never got one of those.
- I need a drink. - J... Uh...
What's the matter with her?
We lost our ALPPS patient. Just now.
Ohh. Mm.
Hey, where's David M.?
Oh. Yeah, I couldn't... I couldn't do that.
- Hi. - Hi.
Um, Chief, can I talk to you for a second?
I was out there today on a... on a boat...
a boat that I don't even know how to freaking drive.
And it was the best day I have spent in years.
I was competing out there! I was in the game!
Instead of just watching it, you know?
And that was just chopping up fish and... and tying knots,
but I was loving every second of it.
Happy for you?
- I want to be in the game. - What game?
My life. My career. Surgery!
Look, I've got a quarter of a billion dollars.
And I want to give you half of it.
Yeah.
So you can start your own surgical research competition.
Like the Harper Avery?
No! Not... No, no, no. Not like that.
I-I-I don't want to just reward innovation.
I want to drive it! I want to fund it!
And, uh, my name can't be anywhere near it.
Okay, it's your contest, not mine.
I have to stay anonymous.
And you want me to let you win?
No, ma'am. No, no, no. Just the opposite, all right?
I just want in the game.
Okay.
God. That was inevitable.
Weren't you married when I got here?
I was. Am not now.
Let me guess. Tumor.
He's a good man, and we are good friends.
And now you should tell me more
about how I'm a much better surgeon than you.
You know I just said all that to get you in bed, right?
No, you didn't.
And thank you, by the way.
For what? F... Oh. Yeah.
Well, that's what I do. I save lives.
I dislike you so intensely.
Hey, you going to the mixer?
Uh, there's an open bar, so, yeah.
I, uh, found a place to stay.
- Oh, thank God. - Wow. Okay.
No! No, no, no. I didn't mean that.
It's just that with... with Sofia and Carina,
I'm just... I'm kind of a mess.
So, who are you gonna stay with?
With Owen, actually.
Owen?
Oh, come on!
You asked Meredith to be nice to me today.
I did. And I'd do it again.
I love that you want to protect me, but...
I don't want to wonder what my life could've been
- if I'd just been a little more... - More what?
I'm in the running for Chief Resident.
What?
And... I don't want to hide anymore.
I'm ready to fight my own battles.
I'm gonna file for divorce from Paul.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
I love you.
You smell like fish guts.
Bravery isn't always about running into the fire.
Ohh! Can you believe we work here?!
Can you believe Meredith Grey works here?
Oh, my God.
Andrew.
Sam? What... What are you doing here?
I work here.
They're both so pretty. I wonder what's gonna happen next.
Sometimes it's about facing our past.
Why are you not celebrating? What is all of this?
Pull up a chair, Dr. Bailey.
Six liver patients who don't qualify for transplants.
Six lives we are gonna save with the ALPPS procedure.
And on the hardest days,
it's about facing the future.
Congratulations, Dr. Grey.
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