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In the early days of medicine,

when most diseases were untreatable,

what patients wanted to know
was how long they had left.

Are you offended that I'm
working on our wedding day?

No. I'd be jealous if Levi
wasn't coming to marry us.

That sounds weird.

"Officiate the wedding."

We're gonna hang here and get ready.

I can't believe how many
of our friends and family

are showing up on four days' notice.

Your family. I don't have any family.
And your mom hates me.

Doesn't matter. It's not for her.

- We're getting married.
- We're getting married. Mmm!

We're getting married!

Okay. Bye, guys. I will
see you at our wedding.

- Bye, Daddy.
- Bye, Daddy!

Wait. You think your mom hates me?

People believed the best
doctors weren't the ones

who could help you buy more time,

but the ones who made the
most accurate prognosis.

I'm happy for Wilson and Lincoln,

but people need more notice.

They think we have closets
full of formal wear?

W-We work in pajamas.

Hey. Oh.

Oh. Looks like the vacation's over.

Do they look to be in good spirits?

They seem... tan.

Altman's wearing her ring, so...

Look. This is none of our business.

Look. She has my career in
her hands. I need to know if...

- Hey. Welcome back.
- Hey!

How was the trip?

- Ohh.
- Oh, Hawaii was beautiful.

Yeah, but it's good to be home.

Now that we have more
tricks up our sleeves,

we're less interested
in calculating the odds

and more concerned with beating them.

Whoever has been raiding the snacks

in the senior residents' lounge,

you are interns for three more days.

- Hands off. Stay out.
- They have caramel rice cakes.

Uh, Griffith, you and
Adams are on neuro.

Millin, you're with Webber.

Again? Are you sure
that doesn't say cardio?

Kwan with Ndugu.

Have fun reducing scrotal hernias.

Did you go home at all last night?

No. I stayed in case
Dylan needed anything.

- How is she?
- The same.

I brought my dress for
the wedding, but if you...

Let's see how the day goes.

Just because we don't spend as much time

predicting the end doesn't
mean it's not coming.

Hey. thanks for holding down the fort.

- Everything go okay?
- Uh, yeah. Pretty uneventful.

Except, uh, Nora Young is
back. Her graft's infected.

Oh. Did you put her on Vanc and Zosyn?

Yes, and I'm waiting
on her blood cultures

and repeat CT from this morning,
but it's only gotten worse.

Page me when you get the results,

- and we'll put our heads together.
- Alright. You got it.

Hey, uh, are you sure you
shouldn't let Ndugu handle this?

I don't love the fact
that you slept with her,

but... after the last two weeks,

the therapy, the talking, the... sex...

as far as I'm concerned,
she's just another patient.

Okay.

Okay, Dylan, we're
about to scan your brain,

just like yesterday and
the day before, alright?

Can she have the headphones again?

Yeah. You want some music?

Uh, blink once for yes and twice for no.

- Okay. Music.
- Are you scared, bunny?

Hey. Do you want to do our dance?

Okay.

Alright, we're about to start the scan,

so I'll come get you when it's all over.

Okay. I'll be right outside.

Alright. Get ready to scan.

Do you think
she'll ever recover?

No idea.

All I know is that four days ago

I operated on a brave and
happy Expedition Scout,

and now she is terrified
and can only communicate

by blinking her eyes.

You don't wish locked-in
syndrome on your worst enemy.

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Uh, 11, 12...

Aah!

Your Uncle Levi is here!

I'm so happy to see you...

Maureen!

Hi! Uh, Link's not here.

I am not here for my son. Oh.

This wedding was pulled
together so quickly,

I figured that there was no way

you could possibly have time to prepare.

No one did.

So I thought, how can I help?

I am here to do your makeup.

Ohh! That's... I... That...
You really don't have to.

We didn't get to pick a
dress or a cake or flowers.

But I put myself through college

working makeup counters.

And this... we can do.

Yay...

Hi! Grammy's here!

Deb. I'm Dr. Webber. This is Dr. Millin.

- Hi.
- Um, are you her...

- I'm just Steve.
- It's our first date.

We were having coffee,
and I started having

sharp pain in my arm.

Y-Your arm? I-I thought it was...

My mom died of a heart attack.

- Oh. I'm sorry.
- Thanks.

- It was four years ago. Very sudden.
- Well, it's good you came in.

Yeah. We're general surgeons.

Triage must have gotten
their wires crossed.

Are you having any chest pain?

I can page cardio.

I left my phone in the waiting area.

- Would you mind?
- Yeah. Of course.

I-I'll be right back.

My arm is fine. I have diarrhea.

An insane amount of
diarrhea and cramping.

I threw up twice during our date.
Steve can never know.

- How long has this been going on?
- Five days.

I've been on antibiotics for a
UTI, so I thought it was that,

- but now it's way worse.
- Millin, next steps?

Uh, labs. Stool cultures.

And, uh, if you would
r-raise your arm... for me.

- I, uh... I didn't see your phone.
- Huh. Weird.

Um, well, while she waits for cardio,

let's take an X-ray... of the arm.

Mm-hmm.

Excuse me.

They're taking good care of me.

Oh, Mom, I have to go. I love you. Bye.

Was wondering how long
you could avoid seeing me.

No, no. I wasn't... Teddy and I, we...

I'm kidding.

They told me you were on vacation.

Sorry I haven't reached out more.

Oh, and it's fine.
We had a lovely night,

and you were a perfect
gentleman when it had to end.

Does Teddy know?

Yeah. She knows.

She's... She's okay with it.

Was that your mom?
Where is she these days?

Arizona. She's a nervous wreck.

But I keep telling her that the doctors,

they're gonna figure it out.

They always do.

Listen, I know you have
to be brave for your mom,

but you don't have to act brave for me.

You can be scared.

No, I can't.

The second I let myself
be scared, then it's over.

And it can't be over.

I have to be here for my kids.

Help me to stay strong.

Promise me.

I promise.

- How's it looking?
- Not good.

Nora's blood cultures
are growing fungus.

And the follow-up CT is showing
a new aortoenteric fistula.

We have to remove the
source of infection.

- The graft has to come out.
- She's too unstable.

Once we remove the graft,

the fistula could cause
a massive hemorrhage.

What about an extra-anatomical bypass?

Like an ax-fem?

We can't put in another
graft. She's septic.

But if we divert the
blood flow from her aorta,

she might be able to recover enough

that we could remove the infected graft.

A-And if she doesn't?

Then we have the hard conversation.

I know my opinion matters the least,

but we owe it to Nora to try.

If we fight, she'll fight.

We have no other choice.

This is it.

Okay. I'm in. Let's fight.

What happened to your face?

Link's mom's doing my makeup!

Does she hate you?

Ohh! Ann Richards got a bath!

Who?

The Labradoodle James and I adopted.

I told you about this
like two weeks ago.

She was named after the
former Governor of Texas.

Why?

Well, because she is Ann Richards.

Outspoken. Wry. Feminist.

Help me! I look like 1983 Boy George!

Okay. Don't worry about it.

I'm great with moms.

Oh. You must be Levi. I almost forgot.

- I brought you something, Jo.
- Hm. That's sweet.

I wore it at my wedding,
and my mom wore it at hers.

And now... it's your turn.

What do the scans show?
Please say something changed.

There is nothing new.

You said her brain might absorb

the bleeding in a few
days, and it's been four.

The steroids that you guys
gave her, they didn't help?

It takes time for swelling
in the brain to come down.

Can you do something
besides say, "Wait and see"?

- Jenna. Jenna, don't.
- I know that it is frustrating,

but we need the hematoma

to stabilize and resolve on its own.

Operating now could
do more harm than good.

She doesn't even like staying in a tent.

She'll start with her
sleeping bag in there,

and by morning, she's pulled it outside.

Now look at her.

We all want the same
thing for Dylan. I promise.

We just have to be patient
for a few more days.

Then Dr. Shepherd can
go in there and fix this.

It'll be over.

Okay.

You want us on neuro
checks every two hours?

I don't know.

- Did... did I do something wrong?
- You told those parents

that if they waited three days,
everything would be fine.

Yeah, the mom was freaking out.

You raised their hopes
because it's easier

than saying the truth, which
is there is a strong chance

I can't reverse Dylan's paralysis.

You need to keep it real,
and if you can't do that,

take yourself off this case, or I will.

Dr. Andham to OR 2.

Dr. Doug Andham to OR 2.

Guess who's scrubbin' in on
an ax-fem with Ndugu today.

- Is that...
- Hot diarrhea? Yes, it is.

Could you take this for
me, please? Thank you.

Well, have fun with whatever that is.

Yeah, well, don't screw up your bypass.

Well, feces crossed...
I mean... fingers.

- Oh. Where's Steve?
- In his car.

Looking for my phone.

- How'd you two meet?
- On an app.

I went through a tough breakup
last year, but it's been fun.

You forget what it's like the first time

you meet someone and feel butterflies.

Although, in this
case, I wish butterflies

were all I was feeling.

What do you see?

Oh, my God.

I can't find the borders
of the transverse colon.

Um... i-is everything okay?

Deb, um...

Your condition is what's
called a toxic megacolon.

Basically, your colon is
severely dilated and inflamed.

We're gonna admit you, run
some tests, and start you

on an aggressive antibiotic treatment.

Dr. Millin, can you put
in the orders, please?

Yeah. Unreal.

- Millin... lose the smile.
- Oh.

You're pretty calm for a man

about to tie the ultimate surgical knot.

Well, things came together pretty well.

It helps that we're keeping it small.

Yeah, but it's still a lot of work.

The decorations, the
invitations, the cake.

Wait. There will be cake?

The decorations are simple,
the e-invites made things easy,

and Helm offered to bake a cake.

Oh. Sounds like it's under control.

Yeah, I just gotta shave
and write some vows.

You haven't written your vows?

We've known each other forever.

They practically write themselves.

I could probably wing it if I had to.

Wing it?! What...

Would you wing surgery?

No, everyone's gonna be looking at you!

Jo will be looking at you!

Oh, it should be...

meaningful and romantic
and memorable... epic!

This could be the most important
speech you will ever give.

But you do you.

- I miss you, Mommy.
- Mommy loves you so much.

See you in a couple days.

I stole extra blankets.
Just keep it between us.

The nurses get intense
about blanket allotment.

Did I just scar my kids for life?

They're on vacation with their dad.

I'm sure they're too
hopped up on sugar to notice

you're in a hospital bed.

Dr. Altman. It's good to see you.

I wish it were under
different circumstances,

but unfortunately,

your infection is getting worse,

and now you have another fistula.

You fixed the last one.

This one is more complicated,
but we do have an idea.

Yeah, we want to create
a new arterial path

from your arm to your leg

to divert blood away from the aorta.

This should slow the spread of infection

and allow us to remove the
graft while the aorta rests.

There are no guarantees,

but it is the best chance that we have.

Maybe the only chance.

Then that's what I want to do.

Okay. Kwan, Warren, book an O.R.

Extra blankets?
The nurses must really like you.

Dr. Altman...

It's okay. I am going to
take excellent care of you

like I would any other patient.

Just did a neuro
check on Dylan. No change.

Can we talk?

- What are you doing?
- Research.

Locked-in syndrome.

- You know, Shepherd said...
- I know what she said.

She's under a lot of pressure.
You're just an easy target.

You're siding with her now?

You were the one who didn't
want her to operate on Dylan.

Growing up, I heard

every euphemism for
what happened to my mom...

gone, past, departed.

She was dead. I wanted it... acknowledged.

I am sorry that that happened to you.

But Dylan is still alive.

Yes, but we need to be
realistic with the par...

You want to keep it real?
Those two parents

haven't slept or eaten in four days

because they're watching
their daughter suffer.

Dylan is scared and alone.

I am not letting her think
we're giving up on her.

Where are you going?

Somewhere I don't have to explain
why I want to save my patient.

I messed up. This one is crooked.

Oh, no one will notice.

They'll be too busy
filling them with candy.

That's right. I forgot that guests

will be making their own party favors.

Because that's what happens
at a last-minute wedding.

Oh.

- Is that a Labradoodle?
- Ann Richards.

Like the former Governor of Texas
who championed women's health?

Yes!

She appointed more openly
gay people to office

than any other governor before her.

She wasn't perfect,
but Texas hasn't been

the easiest transition
for me and my boyfriend,

so it's always nice to
be reminded of the allies.

- How lovely. Aww. She is just so cute.
- What is happ...

I'm sorry, sweetie.
Did you say something?

- I think the veil doesn't fit.
- Oh, it's one size fits all.

Oh. Someone's up.

- I'll go check.
- Okay.

Oh, um... help her, honey.

Mmm!

Okay.

That's nice.

You're supposed to
help me get out of this,

not make a new bestie!

Hey. No violence on your wedding day.

Plus, I think Maureen
is pretty reasonable.

You should just tell her you don't
want to wear the makeup or the veil.

I think she'll understand.

Or... you can look like
this at your wedding.

Hmm.

Damn it!

Hey. I can assign you an
intern if it's post-op notes.

I wish. I'm great at those.

It's these vows.

Oh! Well, let me see
what you've got so far.

"Dearly beloved, we are
gathered here today..."

Are you officiating your own wedding?

I don't know what to say.

What happened to "it writes itself"?

- You got into my head.
- O-Okay. Try this. Um...

Since you're great at post-op notes,

um, think of the vows as those.

Just walk through the
relationship step-by-step

and just keep it simple.

You want me to express my love for Jo...

like post-op notes?

You got a better idea, Shakespeare?

I'll give it a try.

Why do you look like Ghostbusters?

Um... your labs came back.

You have a very contagious
bacterial infection called C. diff.

How can I have an infection
if I'm on antibiotics?

The antibiotics that
you were on for the UTI

killed all of the good
bacteria in your gut,

making you more susceptible
to bad bacteria like C. diff.

We'll get you started on
a triple antibiotic and...

Hey. I didn't have
to go far. Did you guys know

that there is a ice
machine by the bathroom?

Uh, why you look like Ghostbusters?

Oh, my God. That's what I said.

Uh, Steve, we should probably get you
gowned and gloved, as well.

- Uh... Because of her arm?
- Um...

What's C. diff?

We put that on all the doors.

Please don't look it u... Ohh! Ohh!

She's tachy. Her abdomen's rigid.

Her colon's perf.
We need to get her upstairs now!

- Hey.
- Hey.

You ever think about the
fact that there are people

who just... punch in,
do their job, and then just... leave?

- Every day.
- How was your trip?

Ah. You know. It was great.
I surfed every day.

Teddy and I got to have
dinners without screaming kids.

And we read.

- We... we talked.
- Yeah. That sounds amazing.

- Why are you so doom and gloom?
- Well, now it's back to reality.

What does that mean?

Well, you watch the news.
The world's falling apart.

Hm. I don't know.

My marriage feels... delicate.

And now Teddy is operating

on Megan's best friend from childhood.

What's her prognosis?

It's not good.

- I'm sorry about that.
- Yeah.

- That's gotta be hard.
- For me? No. No, no.

She was Megan's friend, not mine, so...

Hm, but you've known each
other since you were kids.

Yeah, but she was a pain, so...

Well, is she still?

I... I should...

I should get back inside.

She was planning on taking
her kids to Yosemite this summer,

but I guess that's gonna have to wait.

You're really getting to know her, huh?

She's been in and out of here
a third of my intern year.

The patients you
spend the most time with

are the toughest to treat.

Alright. Let's remove this graft.

Scalpel.

She's in v-fib.

There's no pulse.

Start compressions! Push one of epi!

Is it... is it time for another check?

- I must have dozed off.
- You're tired.

It's hard to sleep in a
chair all these nights.

Okay, Dylan. Can you hear me?

Blink once for yes and twice for no.

Hey, Dylan. Can you hear me?

Can I examine you?

- What's happening?
- Her pupils are responsive.

Why isn't she blinking?

- She was blinking this morning.
- Dylan, you want to do our dance?

- Dylan?
- Come on, Dylan. Blink for me, please.

Dylan, it's Dr. Adams.
I need you to blink. Please?

- Dylan?
- Dylan? Dylan?!

- How long has it been?
- 25 minutes.

Damn it, Nora! Come on! Come on!

Alright. Holding on compressions.

Come on.

We got a pulse.

Every time we were
pressing on her chest,

I was afraid her aorta would blow.

Alright. I'll reach
out to palliative care.

- Wait. That's it?
- We're just quitting?

She's hypercoagulopathic.
Her meds aren't working.

Her ax-fem has clotted off.

There is no way to
remove the infected graft.

We tried.
We knew it was gonna be a reach.

I'm sorry to question
you. It's just she's so young.

Take her back up to CCU.

- Are you okay?
- I'll meet you downstairs.

I'm sorry. How did this happen?

It's hard to say without scans.

Sometimes things get worse
before they get better.

You said wait. You said be patient.

What did you do to her?! I me...

Every day she's been
here, she's gotten worse,

and you do nothing!

That's it? J...

Let's go for a walk, please.

- I-I'm not leaving her!
- Let's go. Please. Please.

Come with me just for...

Order her a stat MRI.

I need to see if her bleeding
or edema have worsened.

- Is that what you think happened?
- I don't know.

- Do you think we should operate?
- I don't know.

I appreciate your
tenacity with patients,

but for God's sakes, we just taped that
girl's eyes shut to prevent infection.

It might not matter
how many days we wait.

This surgery is risky.

We could permanently
paralyze her or worse.

That is why we don't
over-promise parents.

- Do you understand?
- Yes.

Page me when her scans come in.

"Of course, no marriage
is immune to complication,

but ours has a highly
optimistic prognosis."

- It's bad.
- No.

Is it the words or the delivery?

Or is it both? It's both?
It's both. It's both!

You just really ran with
the post-op notes metaphor.

I want to give Jo a fairy-tale wedding.

Well, I think Wilson will be okay.

Yeah, because she rolls with whatever.

She planned a wedding in four days.

But she deserves the best.

Certainly better than these crappy vows.

You know what she's getting? You.

You are an outstanding surgeon,

a wonderful father,
and a hell of a human.

So... speeches aren't
one of your talents.

Just... say how you
feel in your own way.

Hm!

There. You got it.

If they ever get married,

this will be a great
story to tell their kids.

I mean, minus having
to remove her colon.

In med school,

I took Grace Johnson to
a street fair in Chicago.

The sun was out,

and there was a light
breeze across the lake.

We held hands and danced in the street.

And then she ate a cookie

and went into anaphylactic
shock from a nut allergy.

The worst date I ever had.

That is not where I
expected that story to go.

Tell me about it. Alright.

Alright. Colectomy completed.
Uh, what's next?

- She needs an end ileostomy.
- Okay. How?

You bring the end of the small
bowel through the opening,

you close the abdomen, and
then you Brooke the ileostomy

by averting the edges and
suturing them to the skin.

It sounds like you
know what you're doing.

Really?! You want me to do it?

Well, you better do it fast.
I have a wedding to get to.

Hey. Hey. Relax. Don't overdo it.

How... how'd it go?

Nora, when we tried
to remove the graft...

your heart stopped.

We had to leave the
infected graph in your chest.

How long until we can try again?

We can't.

If we did, you'd go into cardiac arrest,

and there is no guarantee
that we could get you back.

I am so sorry.

I wish there was more we could do.

- Can I have some privacy, please?
- Of course.

Luna went back down.
She's a fussy one, isn't she?

I am gonna pack this up and put it away

so you don't have to worry
about it getting dirty.

About the veil. It's a family heirloom.

I don't want to ruin it.

Oh! We'll cross that
bridge if we come to it.

I wasn't planning on
wearing a headpiece.

- You didn't have time to plan.
- I don't want to wear the veil!

I'm sorry. It's just not me.

- Neither is the makeup.
- Oh.

I love that you want to help, but...

I've got everything
under control over here.

Of course, you do.

I'm gonna just, uh...

Get out of your hair.

I made her cry. She already
hated me, and I made her cry!

Everyone cries at weddings.

Well, what if she doesn't show up?!

What if I messed everything up?!

I'm not... I'm not just
talking about the wedding,

but Thanksgivings and
Christmases and birthdays.

Maybe it's a good thing this happened.

Because now it's out in the open,

and Link can decide whether to bail

or whether to spend the rest
of eternity listening to his mom

passive-aggressively
question my life choices

and then picking up the
pieces when I explode on her!

Maureen does that?

She called this place
a death trap for kids

at least five times,
and that wasn't even when

she was commenting on my nutrition

or asking me if I was
getting enough sleep.

- Aww!
- No "aww"!

Nothing is "aww"!

Jo, you know who passive-aggressively

questions life choices?

Moms. She's just being a mom.

I gave my mom a thoracostomy
to save her life,

and she said I ruined
her favorite shirt.

Wha... I... never had a mom.

I know. So trust me.

Sometimes that's how they show love.

The nurses will teach you
how to change your ostomy...

I'm here.

You're still here?

- Of course. How'd it go?
- Oh, everything looks good.

Did you run into any complications

when you were creating her ostomy?

I looked up C. diff during your surgery.

You've been amazing.

But my dad is on his way. You can go.

I've got no plans.

I thought maybe we can watch a movie

and drink clear liquids together.

I will be back later to check on you.

Dr. Steinkamp to Proctology.

Dr. Bill Steinkamp to Proctology.

Mark my words.
That guy's a serial killer.

- Who? Steve? Ha ha.
- No one's that perfect.

It's only been a day. Give him time.

Thank you for letting me do the ostomy.

It's the coolest thing
I've done all year.

For what it's worth,

I'd say you're ready for second year.

Now you can smile.

There you are.
How come you're not in your suit?

There's a trauma coming in.

- You look beautiful.
- Thanks.

Are you not coming to the wedding?

It's a three-car pileup.
I just need to make sure

that we have enough
doctors to handle it.

How was Nora's surgery?

We knew it was a long shot.

Wait. Is she...

No. We got her back.
But we are out of options.

We had to call in the
palliative care team.

Are you okay?

I'm just... I'm thinking about her kids.

Really makes you grateful
for what you have.

Okay. Um, try not to be too
late. I'll save you a seat.

Okay.

Sorry I'm late.

Hey. Wasn't sure you'd make it.

Yeah, I went to see Dylan again.

I saw her chart. I'm sorry.

I was really hoping
this wouldn't happen.

It makes you right.

I didn't want to be.

You think I wanted her to get worse?

You weren't trying to prevent it.

- I was doing my job.
- So was I. She's a kid.

She has her whole life ahead of her.

- Yes, but the reality is...
- Stop saying that!

- I don't care!
- Lucas!

What's wrong with
believing in a future, huh?

What's wrong with hoping for the best?

Not everyone gets what they want.

That doesn't mean you back
away. You go down fighting.

Well, no. You go down fighting.

Not everyone can take risks like you!

Not everyone gets bailed
out when it goes wrong!

- I didn't mean...
- I think you did.

I'm done, Simone.

Wha...

W-Where are you going? We should talk!

About what? Our future?

You made it pretty clear
how you feel about that.

Just took me a little longer to
realize that, realistically...

we don't have one.

Hey. How's the cake?

Uh, shaped like a Pac-Man.

I had to cut out the piece where
Scout put his fist through it.

You're lucky your kid is cute.

Hey, it all ends up in the same place.

Yeah, don't say that to someone

who spent eight hours
baking and decorating.

After my day, I don't feel
much like eating anyway.

What...

- Teddy!
- I need one for Owen, too.

Thank you. Can I... Okay. Thank you.

Ohh.

You see Nora maxed out on pressors?

I wish there was more
that we could do for her.

Yeah.

Ohh! Sorry. These doors all look alike.

No. Wait, wait, wait.

I want to apologize.

Please.

I showed up to my own
parent-teacher conference

when I was in the third grade.

I taught myself to do laundry.

I moved myself in to my college dorm.

I never had someone like a...

like a you in my life.

It's gonna take me a
minute to get used to it,

but I want to.

I would like that, too.

Could you help me zip up my dress?

Okay.

Wow. Mm-hmm.

It's tight. It's tight.

Suck in.

- I am.
- No. Suck in more.

I am.

Oh. There you are.

They need you for the
groom's family photo.

I'll be right there.

You look like... a dream.

How's it going out there?

Scout stuck his hand in the cake.

Taryn had to fix it.

Seems like things went
a little better in here.

Oh. No. I'm sorry. I'm... I'm sorry.

It's not you. It's... it's Maureen.

Having her here just...

reminded me of what I've missed.

No one to walk me down the aisle.

No father-daughter dance.

I didn't think I cared, but, um...

Maybe I just wish that I had the choice.

May you carry that love in
your hearts today and every day.

Link and Jo have written their
own vows and will say them now.

It turns out that I'm
not much of a speech guy.

So I wrote this instead.

♪ Strumming this guitar ♪

♪ May seem like I
don't know what to say ♪

♪ But I swear I have the answers ♪

♪ To the questions of the day ♪

♪ Do I promise to ♪

♪ Love you always, to be
faithful and be true? ♪

♪ Do I promise to
love you forevermore? ♪

♪ I do, I do ♪

♪ We have stood by each other ♪

♪ Through the good
times and through tears ♪

♪ We were meant to be together ♪

♪ It just took us 20 years ♪

♪ And I promise to ♪

♪ Love you always, to
be faithful and be true ♪

♪ Do I promise to
love you forevermore? ♪

♪ I can't promise you a fairy tale ♪

♪ Or a happy ever after ♪

♪ But till the world
ends from climate change ♪

♪ We'll seek out joy and laughter ♪

♪ When our kids are all grown up ♪

♪ And our days have neared their end ♪

♪ When your hair is
gray and so is mine ♪

♪ You'll still be my best friend ♪

♪ Do I promise to ♪

♪ Love you always, to be
faithful and be true? ♪

♪ Do I promise to
love you forevermore? ♪

Jo...

♪ I do ♪

- Are you okay?
- No!

How am I supposed to follow that?!

I spoke to your ex-husband.

He told me to tell
you that they'll be on

the first plane back in the morning.

Thank you.

I'll take it from here.

Teddy told me what happened.

We all have to die sometime, right?

It's not fair.

I know I shouldn't say this.

But I'm dying, so I have a pass now.

I think I'm a little
bit in love with you.

I don't know what to say.

Can you just sit with me?

Please.

Congratulations!

Four days to plan, and it's
my favorite wedding ever.

Welcome to the family.

I'm starved.
Let's have some... boiled crab?

And is that bread with melted cheese?

That seems awfully messy for a wedding.

Let's let them talk to their friends.
Good work, son.

Okay, I know this isn't
about me, but how did I do?

Was I inspiring, like
an Ann Richards speech?

- Who's Ann Richards?
- Their dog.

- You were perfect.
- Hm!

- You can take my job.
- Oh. Thank you. You want to dance?

- Oh, goodness.
- Let's go!

- They look so happy.
- Almost as happy as us.

Is that the solar system?

Uh, no, I'm trying to see
if there's a way to reroute

Nora's circulation so that we
can remove the infected graft.

Well, any bypass would be too narrow.
She'd thrombose every time.

We would need a shunt
the diameter of an aorta.

What if we bypass the
aorta with a new aorta?

Well, that's not a thing.

Not yet.

You want to go look at her scans?

Yes!

Bad day?

- Bad... year.
- Hm.

I thought Seattle was a "jeans
and T-shirt" kind of city.

Had other plans tonight.

I'd tell you I'm sorry, but I'm not.

Huh.

You're doing the most right now.

The most? Eh.

Hm.

I don't think you hate it.

If you only had ten months to live,

what would you do?

Would you hold your people close?

Uh, Dr. Ndugu, can I please
talk to you for a second?

Yeah. Go ahead. I'll
go upload the scans.

- Meet me in my office.
- Okay.

I-I promise I will make it quick.

Um, I have been getting the sense

that you no longer
want me on your service.

Oh, it's not you. Your classmates
need time in cardio, too.

It's fine. I don't care.

I was a little mad at first,

but then I got to scrub in on
this really interesting case,

and it made me realize
that I-I might be interested

in general surgery or ortho or plastics.

I mean, it could be anything, really,

but I'll never know unless I try them.

Um, yeah. See what else is out there.

- Hope you find what you're looking for.
- Okay.

Or would you let me go?

Throw caution to the wind?

Or turn back to the safest,
most comforting place?

Because it might be
the end of the road...

or it could be just the beginning.

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