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When my mother was diagnosed
with Alzheimer's disease,

her cousin said she must've gotten it
because she didn't take fish oil.

I picked up everything on the list,
except they ran out of Dijon,

so I got whole grain instead,
which-- yeah, I know-- is inferior, but...

- Who are you?
- Hey.

Hey, you're, uh, back early.

Yeah, I decided to do the groceries first
and pick up your car after. Who's this?

That's Elroy, the contractor I hired
to babyproof for us.

These stairs aren't safe.

Naked sides.

Don't worry.

- I can fix them.
- Okay.

I told you I was gonna do that.

Yeah, back when Scout
and Luna were babies,

and now we have two more babies.

My patient with a myoelectric prosthesis
was just brought into the ER.

Mountain bike accident.

- I should go.
- Wait, wait, wait. What about my car?

Ask Elroy.

Her neighbor thought
it was because my mother,

a world renowned surgeon,
didn't do enough crossword puzzles.

♪ Just where I'm gonna go ♪

Is this your way of thanking me
for the coffee?

I'm stressed about the M&M.

Well, I am ready to help.

♪ Under the pressure
They say I'm gonna break ♪

Shepherd. I'm on her service.

♪ Out here trying
To get something worth having ♪

♪ Ain't gonna happen here ♪

You better go.

I'll ask her if I can sneak
away to come watch, but if not, good luck.

I told them to shove it.

They always want to cast blame,
something to fear and avoid.

But the only thing to blame...

is everything.

Bless you. Oh.

You left out the door so early,
I figured you needed a pick-me-up.

Well, I thought keeping busy
would take my mind off things,

but it just means I'm tired and hangry.

Yeah. How's Katie doing?

I'm waiting for her labs,

but I'm guessing she has carcinomatosis
and a partial obstruction.

- Well, how often are they draining her?
- Twice a day.

Okay, well, listen, if there's
anything I can do, just let me know--

Warren.

You're with me.

Okay, go. I'm okay.

- Dr. Bailey.
- Welcome back.

First day back in the OR. How's it feel?

Well, I'm working with my chief resident.

I have an M&M later today, and
the cafeteria is serving shepherd's pie.

Feels like Christmas.

Well, wait till you see our first consult.

Good morning.

Oh, Russell,
this is Dr. Webber and Dr. Warren.

These are the headliners.

Russell's a community theater director.

Right now, he's putting up
a production of Hamlet.

"When sorrows come,
they come not single spies"...

..."but in battalions."

- Yes, okay.
- Yeah.

You would demote
my Claudius to an understudy.

- Hamlet's my favorite Shakespeare.
- Mmm.

- Um, Dr. Meade?
- Much Ado About Nothing.

He wants you to present the case.

Right. Sorry, um...

"Russell West, 34, with history
of beta thalassemia

with blood transfusions
every three months for anemia.

Admitted for splenic sequestration crisis
two weeks ago."

His abdomen has been
getting increasingly distended.

Uh, we're consulting today
for a splenectomy.

I thought I was just gaining
a little weight...

...but then my stomach
just kept getting bigger and bigger.

- Can I take a look?
- Yeah.

I'll call for an ultrasound.

Oh, let's go old school while we wait.

When was the last time you did percussion?

Uh...

All right, you hear that? It's hollow.
That's his lung.

Here. That's dull.
That's the spleen from here...

to here.

Your spleen extends
from the left upper quadrant

all the way to the right lower quadrant.

It's taking up your entire abdomen.

This needs to come out immediately.

I'm in the middle of tech week. I can't...

Won't it just shrink on its own?

It's unlikely in a case this severe.
Plus, you'd run the risk of rupturing it.

Okay, that sounds bad.

Yeah, really bad. Instant death.

You... You want to take care of this
sooner rather than later.

Dr. Meade can take you for a CT scan
so we can plan a surgical approach.

Yeah, could he do it instead?

I'll go with you.

Yeah.

- Well?
- It's better than Christmas.

...had been compromised. We then
used 4-0 VICRYL sutures to inset the--

Are you reciting your presentation?

You know how when you lie, your cheeks get
flushed and your voice gets all high?

You do both of those things,
and so do I when I give presentations,

and I also sweat and sometimes faint.

- Interesting case?
- Your sternal reconstruction patient.

Scott Hill?

Beckman's out. Someone has
to check on him.

Well, Dr. Wright is supposed to be
attempting another flap tomorrow.

Hope it takes.

See you at the M&M.

It'll be fine.

I've successfully avoided him
after lying to help his patient.

Oh, that was weeks ago.
He's probably forgotten.

You truly are a terrible liar.

Sorry for interrupting
your parental leave.

Was Jo annoyed?

Yeah, but not because of that.

Oh, here they are.

Okay, "Jon Ellison, 40.
Status post-mountain biking accident.

No LOC or signs of head trauma.

He has bruising on his chest,
and X-rays show multiple rib fractures.

He had targeted
muscle reinnervation surgery

a few months ago
for an advanced arm prosthesis"--

I know. I did it.

After I amputated his arm.

Jon.

Pauline.

What happened?

I was training at Tiger Mountain.

The hand just let go.

I lost my balance and fell.

He crashed straight into a boulder.

- Tell 'em about the last time.
- Yeah, it did the same thing last month.

I sideswiped a tree and almost missed
qualifying for the World Championships.

- When's the competition?
- Three months.

I can still compete though, right?
I'm up for sponsorships.

The nerve we rerouted to your upper arm

should be sending precise signals
to your hand.

We'll get some scans. We'll check it out.

Kwan, call CT. Let 'em know we're coming.

Yeah.

What are we playing?

Five-card stud.

- You play?
- Uh, not anymore.

But I ran a weekly poker night
in med school.

- Were you any good?
- Graduated debt-free.

How are you feeling today?

They drained another liter this morning.

She's still nauseous.
We asked for ice chips 30 minutes ago.

Oh, it must have gotten lost
in the morning handoff.

- I'll get them myself.
- Can you grab some for my mom too?

- She needs to chill.
- You see how she treats me?

Uh, I'll... I'll get you those ice chips.

How bad?

Katie's creatinine is elevated,
albumin low.

Her AST, ALT, and INR
are through the roof.

She's in multiple organ failure.

The TPN is too hard on her liver.

It's the only thing giving her nutrition.

Call palliative care.

I thought I was late.

Bailey does not need
another reason to yell at me.

- Hey, how's Katie?
- Yes.

Her INR is getting worse.
She needs two more units of FFP. Correct.

Thank you.

Katie? What, is her liver failing?

What did the repeat scans show?

She doesn't know yet.
We're gonna tell her after the M&M.

I wanna be there.

You are not part of her care team.

Do I need to write you a reminder?

Hi. Good morning, everyone.

Are we ready to begin?

- Dr. Millin?
- Yes.

Uh, Scott Hill, age 73,
presented four months ago

with shortness of breath and chest pain.

See what I told you? The spleen
has taken over the entire abdomen.

It has sequestered so much
of his blood supply.

I mean, how would you even mobilize that?

You tell me.

Uh, well, um...

If it were a smaller spleen,
I would enter the lesser sac,

take down attachments, and medially rotate
it to access the pedicle, but this...

Yeah, I have no clue.

Plus, once we're in there, one nick
to the organ

and Russell could bleed out in seconds.

When I was a resident,

I scrubbed in on a liver teratoma
I thought was impossible to resect.

But I had an attending, Dr. Rathbone,

who did a total vascular exclusion
of the liver to create a bloodless field.

It was brilliant, and it taught me
to always keep an open mind.

I saved a piece of that tumor in a jar
for years after.

Maybe after this you can, uh, save a piece
of Russell's spleen, huh?

Do I have to?

Okay, let's take a page
from Rathbone's playbook.

Let's call IR,
have them embolize the splenic artery,

then we'll open him up
and see what we got.

Uh, what about the M&M?
We're already late.

No, M&Ms happen every week.

But a spleen like this?

It happens once in a lifetime.

We then used interrupted 4-0 VICRYL
sutures to inset the omental flap.

You can see the healthy flap here.

Did his pre-op scans show any sign
for concern about pedicle tension?

No, the team agreed that the distance

between the epigastrium
and the superior sternum was acceptable.

And at this point, "the team" was...

Me and Dr. Mohanty.

You had finished harvesting the omentum,

and Dr. Wright and Dr. Warren were needed
on another case.

So, the, uh, the changes in the flap's
appearance progressed rapidly post-op.

As you can see here, uh, it is dark
and swollen.

Did you check Doppler flow after inset?

- Yes, there was biphasic signal.
- And which one of you did that?

Well, we can both confirm
that there was a signal.

When we realized there was no blood flow
to the flap--

I'm sorry, so the two of you
both heard the signal?

Were roles clearly defined
during the inset?

- I believe so.
- You believe so?

Who placed the stitch causing tension
around the pedicle?

Look, this patient, my patient,
hasn't left the hospital in weeks

due to a gaping hole in his chest,
which I believed we had fixed.

He's still here because
of someone's negligence

and it sure as hell isn't mine, so...

who placed the stitch?

That's on me.

I should have watched my resident
more carefully.

I take full responsibility
as her supervisor.

He is all set.

Would either of you mind
if I catch the last part of the M&M?

- Start the scan, Kwan.
- We do.

- Everything okay?
- I'm a handy person.

Did I miss the first part
of this conversation?

Jo's getting an estimate from a contractor
to babyproof our place,

even though I told her I can do it.
I want to do it.

Are you sure you still need me here?

The babies can't even roll over
on their own.

They're nowhere close to crawling.

We have a minute before the stairs are
an actual risk.

So, you'll just wait till Scout
and Luna are teenagers?

- Kwan?
- Yes, all right,

three right-sided rib fractures.
He has a small pneumothorax.

He probably doesn't need a chest tube,
but the muscle in the TMR looks good.

All right, admit him for observation

and then just do a follow-up X-ray
with him later today.

I'm sorry you had to come in
for rib fractures,

but maybe now you can go home
and babyproof.

We should still check the signals
to his bionic arm.

I mean, there's no hematoma
or bleeding around the nerves in the TMR.

The signals should be fine.

Yeah, but he's still falling off his bike.

Kwan, get Jon back to his room
and set up for EMG testing.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

When a pedicle passes through narrow
tunnels, we're essentially working blind.

Uh, Dr. Millin, when you placed
the stitch, did you use a lot of tension?

Excuse me?

I asked if you used a lot of tension
when you placed the stitch.

I-I didn't place the stitch.

Dr. Mohanty, did you or did you not
allow Dr. Millin to place the stitch?

She specifically asked to do some
of the suturing--

And you said no.
Th-This is a huge miscommunication.

Are you saying she's lying?

I didn't say that.

But you are denying that it was you.

If you're both saying you didn't place
the suture,

one of you is not telling the truth.

I only closed the abdomen.
I wasn't anywhere near the pedicle.

Dr. Millin, admitting your mistakes
is an important part to learning.

If you can't own up to them,
we've got a much more serious problem.

What the hell was that?

- Dr. Millin.
- You placed that stitch, and you know it.

Can we talk about this, please?

Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not want
to get dragged in public?

Sometimes M&Ms go south.

Everyone knows this.

Is that supposed to be an apology?

You're a resident.

Residents are supposed to make mistakes.

Well, I didn't screw up.

You lied, and I got scorched for it.

I have patients to see.

Okay,
let me know if you feel any discomfort.

I'm used to it.

Okay, Jon,
I want you to imagine your phantom limb

and start opening and closing your hand.

That's a good sign, right?

Yeah, the muscles are receiving signal.

It's a really good sign.

And how's the prosthesis
treating you otherwise?

If I was wearing it, I'd give you
a thumbs up or the middle finger.

Depends on my mood.

Oh, he's painted the baby's room
and started cooking again.

It's changed his life at home.

I just can't do the one thing
I was really hoping for.

Well, your signals are good.

The TMR is not the problem.

Jon, when you ride,
do you experience a high level of stress?

He's dodging trees and jumping rocks
and trying not to fall off the trail.

I actually find it relaxing.

Right, but you're still
encountering unexpected obstacles

and changes in terrain
that could cause a reflexive reaction

in the muscles that send
signal that could potentially

make your hand do things you don't intend.

- Like let go of the bike?
- Exactly.

Mountain biking's all about
dealing with the unexpected.

If I can't do that, I can't ride,

and that means
no sponsorships, no prize money.

- Jon--
- And without that money,

we can't afford repairs to my gear,

my training time, part of our mortgage.

I've been working for months
to qualify for this race.

Now you're telling me I could lose it all?

If you're getting more exercise,
your muscles are getting stronger,

they might be sending a stronger
signal than the prosthesis needs.

Let's take a look at that,
and we'll go from there.

Curtis. Up for a visit?

From the chief?

Anytime.

How are you?

I told the nurses I was
cancer-roommates with Richard Webber.

Suddenly I got extra pillows.

And unlimited applesauce.

What's a fancy title for?

You just missed my wife and kids.

Really wish you would've met them.

- Yeah, I would've loved that too.
- Yeah.

How old are your kids?

Trevor's eight.

He's my bookworm.

And, uh, Amani's five.

She's already running around on her bike
like a bat out of hell.

She'll be trouble.

Now, that's the hardest part of all this.

It's, uh...

leaving them behind.

Look, I'd...

I'd love to stay, Curtis,
but I'm needed in surgery.

Thank you for stopping by, Dr. Webber.

Just Richard.

How long does she have?

If I give you an answer, it...

it's just my best guess.

But I have more energy today.

We removed the NG tube.

I ate a Popsicle without throwing up.

Yeah, it's common to have good days.

Our focus now is
on keeping you comfortable

so you can have as many
good days as possible.

And if you do in-hospital hospice,
we can manage your symptoms

and pain here for as long as you need.

No, I-I need to go home.

I need to... to sleep in my own bed.

I need to eat my own food, and maybe
if we work with the PT, I'll improve.

Then that's what we'll do.

We...

We can arrange home health and PT,

but you'd only have someone
a couple of hours a week,

and you need more support.

If you do in-home hospice care,
well, they'll send you someone 24/7,

but it could take a week to get started.

I need to get out of here now.

I need to get better.

I'll take care of her
until everything's arranged.

She needs a hospital bed,
an oxygen concentrator, a Hoyer lift--

I'll figure it out.

I did it with my mom.

If you do this,
Katie will be leaving

against medical advice.

The insurance won't cover everything
she needs at home if she does that.

I've done everything you've asked.

Every scan, every test, every infusion,
and here I am.

You... You don't know if I'm dying.

You don't know anything.

If I go home...

I'll get better.

You'll see.

Okay. Then I will talk with social work,

and we'll start the process.

Bailey, are you sure AMA
is the right move for Katie?

I most certainly am not.

Look, don't-don't make any moves yet.

I know someone she might listen to.

Hey, I'm still here.

Did you read the estimate?

I've been with my patient.

Well, in order to fully
babyproof the balcony,

we have to put up a higher enclosure

which costs more than I can say
without throwing up.

I told you I... I could do it.

You know, I'm not even sure the HOA
will allow it, so what do you want to do?

Now you want my opinion?

You really wanna get into it again?

Look, I'm sorry.

- I should go.
- Same.

- You gotta go?
- No, it's fine. Let's continue.

Okay.

Okay, this should test the grip.

Mm-hmm.

Hmm. And now finger rolls.

It's working well
within normal EMG signals,

and he says it works fine
when he's not biking, so...

- It's the stress.
- Yeah.

He's done with competitive racing.

That was lunch.

My life is over.

Are your organs failing
from stage-four gastric cancer?

It'll work out.

I've been there.

- You got kicked out of your last program.
- Still worked out. I'm here.

Hey, your girlfriend is not only
a sloppy surgeon, she's a liar.

The M&M did not go well.

She blamed me for her crappy suture
that killed our patient's flap,

and now none of the attendings
will even look at me.

Kavita is not a liar.
Both her parents are doctors.

And that makes her immune
to being a horrible person?

Hey, wait, she's not a horrible person.

No, you told me to be nice to her,
and I was, and look where that got me.

Thrown under the freaking bus.

- You love the bus.
- Kwan.

This isn't a joke.

Hey! This is my career!

And you know what makes it worse, is
that you're automatically taking her side.

Oh... Some friend you are.

- Where are you going?
- To... To fix this.

Hey.

Thank you.

Anna Karenina?
This is what you want to read right now?

It's pretty depressing.

Well, I'm making my way through
a list of a hundred books you should read.

Yeah, I've read these. You can skip them.

You've read all 100 books?

Uh, Moby Dick, a bunch
of men yelling on a boat.

Oh, and there's a whale.

Uh, War and Peace,
a lot of war, a little peace.

That's two off your list.

Let's get out of here.

Let's go look at the houseboats.

We can't just leave.

- You're a patient.
- Didn't stop you before.

- And you were my doctor then.
- Yeah, it's not that simple.

You can't walk.

We'd need portable oxygen.

I can walk. Just give me your hand.

Look, Katie, we just...

Can... Can you get my bag?

I can't. I don't even know
if I can get you in my car.

Okay. It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay. I got you.

This is it for me, isn't it?

I really wanted to go home.

I'm so sorry.

Okay.

Going through the fascia.

- Metz.
- You know,

Meade here has been doing some research.

Fact, the largest spleen ever recorded,
26 pounds and 17 inches.

And based on our estimates,
this one could beat it, sir.

You ready to make history, Dr. Webber?

Oh. [chuckles] Oh, my God. That is...

Nothing but spleen.

Look, I don't want to hear
another word about records

or history until Russell
is on his way to post-op.

Okay, our focus should be on this patient,
on this surgery.

- Understood?
- Loud and clear, boss.

We've got a lot of work ahead of us.
And I need full visualization.

Titan.

Okay.

All right, here we go.

She'll stay here
until her in-home hospice is set up.

Okay.

The social worker's on her way
to get the process started.

Did you mention
we're hoping they can rush this?

Yeah, and I might have dropped your name.

All right, we'll see if it helps.

Oh.

So, what?

Now you bring in the doctors

with the sad smiles and quiet voices

pretending to know what it's like to die
before you're supposed to?

Our team will do everything
to make her more comfortable.

They'll also move her into a room
with more natural light, fewer machines.

And the chaplain will come too, right?

You had this same conversation
15 years ago about my mother.

And now you have the gall
to have it again about my daughter.

She was doing better!

I know.

I am so sorry.

Stop saying you're sorry!

If this was one of your babies,

and their life-saving medication was
discontinued

and you had to watch the life drain
from their bodies, what would you do?

I would fight.

But you didn't, did you?

Not for my baby.

Dr. Bailey.

Whoa!

Come in, make yourself at home.
What is this?

I borrowed a few things from Dr. Salley.

I wanted to see if adjusting the grip
on a body-powered prosthesis helps.

Jon talked you
into finding another solution?

I couldn't tell him
that he can't use the robotic one.

- Link.
- After his car accident,

he went really dark when he couldn't ride.

I don't want him or Pauline
to have to repeat that.

Damn it, why can't I do this?

Last time I checked,
you're not a prosthetist.

I have reconstructed fingers.
I've replanted amputated hands.

I've replaced every joint you can name.

I fix things.

It's what I do.

Sounds like you're trying
to fix things at home in my lab.

My shoulder's still... bugging me.

You had a major injury,
and that's gonna take time.

I know. I just I...

...I felt pain the last time
I was in the OR.

It's also why I'm behind on babyproofing.

What does Jo think?

You haven't told her.

She's got her own stuff.

I-I thought I was gonna be back
to normal by the time the twins came.

Instead, I'm just icing my shoulder

and hoping nobody face-plants
off the stairs.

You are very handy,
and you can fix a lot of things.

But sometimes
when you let go of expectations,

you open yourself up
to other possibilities.

Yeah, you're right.

- Does that mean I get my lab back?
- Soon.

Mm-hmm.

You just gave me an idea.

Hey, I got your text.

I'm sorry I missed the M&M.

That's old news.

Wright said that Jackson Avery
called to check my references.

That's huge.

Boston's in the bag.

It gets even better.

Apparently, she told him that Grey Sloan
wouldn't give me up without a fight.

So you could stay here?

I don't have any formal offers yet,
but as long as

I don't majorly screw anything up,
I'm gonna have options.

Wow, um.

Can I ask you something?

Would stitching over the pedicle
in an omentum be a major screwup?

Why do you ask?

Did you blame Jules
for your suture in the M&M?

I've been in school
or residency or fellowship my entire life.

I'm so close to it finally paying off.

So you did lie.

Surgery's cutthroat, especially plastics.

Don't tell me you've never told
a small mistruth to get what you needed.

Yeah, but this is more
than just a little white lie.

Every M&M feels like
the end of the world

when you're a resident,
but you get past them.

No one will even
remember this case tomorrow.

And I'll figure something out
to help Millin.

If I take an attending job here,
I can help her even more.

Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

So you're actually considering
Grey Sloan over Boston?

Maybe.

As much as I love Boston, Seattle's also...

growing on me.

Sixteen inches. So close.

Well, it's still pretty damn big.

Hey, hey, stand next to it for scale.

- Oh, uh, shouldn't it be Dr. Webber?
- Yeah.

Hey, what about it, Chief?

You, uh... You want a picture
with the mega spleen?

Yeah, no pictures for me.

We should weigh it.

I mean, it's not the biggest ever,
but it might be the heaviest.

Come on, here we go.

- Got it?
- I got it.

You know what?
Hold on, let me... let me help you.

You can just put it--

Oh, that's a damn shame.

It... it looks even bigger on the floor.

Hey, you know what?

- Get down, get down.
- Okay.

- Yeah, yeah.
- No, no, no.

Look, that's enough.

Now no more pictures or jokes
or talking about bragging rights.

Today was not a success of medicine,
it was a failure.

You think Russell
wanted it to get that bad?

It's a miracle it didn't kill him.

You should be ashamed.

I know I am.

Clean this mess up.

Yeah, of course.
Got ya.

No, I-I replay the steps
in my head every night.

Could I have operated earlier?

Could I have pushed oncology harder?

Could I have filed more appeals
with the drug manufacturer?

No, you did everything you could.

I did everything I could 15 years ago
for Katie's grandmother.

But immunotherapies didn't exist then.

She died from actual cancer, but Katie...

No, Katie's dying
from bureaucratic stupidity.

Just years of hard work,

finally developed a medicine
that was working,

and instead of helping people access it,
our government is dismantling science.

Just like that, clinical trial gone.

And not just Katie, or cancer,

it's maternal health, diabetes prevention,
substance abuse programs.

Space exploration is even
on the damn chopping block.

Just decades of groundbreaking work...

without even a single thought
to its cost in human lives.

I can't even give Katie a chance to spend

her last moments outside
of these hospital walls.

Well, we're setting her up with
in-home hospice care and she'll...

It'll be a miracle
if she makes it that long.

♪ Stay ♪

♪ And I will... ♪

- Hey, I spoke to Kavita--
- Now's not a good time.

Uh, Dr. Wright.

How is Scott doing?

His heart's had
minimal tissue coverage for two weeks.

He's not great.

Can I help you?

I have worked really hard to build
a good reputation for myself here,

and I-I can't stand by
and watch it all go down the drain.

Dr. Mohanty lied in the M&M.
I didn't stitch over the pedicle.

I wanted to sew around
the pedicle, but she wouldn't let me.

And I don't know why she lied,
but I promise you it wasn't me.

That's quite the sob story
you've got there.

- I'm setting the record straight.
- Look, hospitals are high school.

Emotions are high. Status matters.

People are competitive
and desperate and insecure.

I need my surgeons to be mature,
to rise above,

to not get sucked into
the drama and the politics.

Did you have a good outcome or a bad one?

- That's all I care about.
- Understood.

I will make sure
that Scott has his labs in the morning.

You're not on his surgery anymore.

Hey, Kwan, have you ever done
a sternal reconstruction?

No.

You will tomorrow.

Come with me,
and I'll give you my notes on the case.

Did you figure it out?

Making the bionic hand work
for competitive mountain biking?

- No.
- So that's it.

I'm done.

Not necessarily.

I've come up with another option.

Now, this is just
a prototype, but the idea is

that instead of your bionic
hand gripping the handlebar,

we build an attachment to the bike

and a terminal device
that you'd wear only while biking.

Keep talking.

We'd make a custom,
activity-specific prosthetic

that would snap into the bike attachment.

And it'd be built so you could snap
quickly out of the receiver for safety.

If you like it, we could find
a prosthetist to collaborate with

and maybe even a sponsor
will help cover the costs.

This is, uh...

This is amazing.

You made this. How?

No, no, this was all Dr. Lincoln.
I know nothing about bikes.

Man, thank you.

I don't know what I would have done if I--

You're welcome.

♪ I wanna know what happens underneath ♪

Should I not ask?

Dr. Wright said that I was being dramatic,

and she doesn't want
to work with me anymore.

I'm sorry, I know the truth.

I don't think you're being dramatic.

Everyone who knows
and loves you feels the same.

I'm not so sure.

Hey, hey, I need a favor.

It's about Katie.

You know I can't disclose
her medical information,

but nice job getting her to stick around.

What if we took her to your place?

To what, die at my house?

You want her to die at my house.

Well, okay,
technically it's my Aunt Meredith's house.

- All right?
- She's gonna go to her own home next week.

She doesn't have that long.

You sure this is a good idea?

She's dying.

I'll ask for time off
so I can take care of her myself.

No.

We'll take shifts.

Thank you.

Count Kwan in too.

He owes me for putting up with Mohanty.

Hey, uh, Chief, look, um...

I just wanted to apologize.

I-I got excited about a flashy case
and I-I let things get out of hand.

A few weeks ago,
a case like that would've made my year.

A spleen the size of a sandbag?

I'd have taken photos too.

But I'm feeling different now.

Bad different?

You know, I tried to push it down
and return to work like nothing happened.

These days, the patients
that I can't stop thinking about

are the ones we couldn't get to in time.

And instead of addressing the problem,

we're patting ourselves on the back
for removing a massive spleen.

Look, having a perspective shift
after cancer...

it's... it's natural.

I mean, I've been there.

But what if I can't unsee this?

Would that be so bad?

- Maybe it's time to start a new chapter.
- Spoken like a younger man.

You know, I'm, um, just a guy who has
a lot of experience starting over.

Look, I'm gonna go check on our patient.

It really was quite a spleen, though,
wasn't it?

Lord have mercy.

♪ Gonna follow the moon
Till I'm home again ♪

Okay, monitor her pain
and oxygen requirements and page me

if we need to take more
fluid off of her abdomen.

Hey, Dr. Bailey,
can we run something by you?

Why do I feel like
I'm not gonna like this?

Uh, well, uh, Griffith offered
to take Katie to her home.

We all know there's a good chance
she won't make it to her own home

if she waits for hospice to be set up.

All she wants is to not die in a hospital.

Yeah. What do you think?

I think you two have lost
your ever-loving minds.

Katie is not a stray cat to take in.

She needs 24/7 care.

Adams, Kwan, and I would take shifts.

Yeah, and... and her mom can stay
in their spare bedroom.

Sorry.

What about pain management?

We can get her scripts filled
and administer them at the house.

Yeah, and I can
drain her abdomen when needed.

Look, it's literally her dying wish.

I hear you.

But as her surgeon and a leader
in this hospital, I... I cannot advise it.

Okay, she would need a...
a hospital bed, an oxygen concentrator.

Are you writing this down?

- Oh.
- Yeah.

Finally, I was about to go
to Saigon Palace by myself.

Yeah, I was looking over Dr. Wright's
notes for the sternal reconstruction.

I heard you were joining the case.

I'll fill you in over pho.

I can't do it.

Banh mi. Whatever.
I'm starving. Let's go.

I told Wright to find another resident
for the procedure tomorrow.

- Why?
- Jules is my friend.

Turns out you and I
aren't as alike as we thought.

I already told Wright that I was
committed to assist Altman tomorrow.

You didn't tell her about me?

I was going to give you a chance
to do it yourself.

I hope you get the job in Boston.

We often place blame because
it's easier than taking responsibility.

If you always look outward,
you never have to turn inward.

Seriously?

- I get to leave?
- Yeah.

We arranged medical transport,
and Dr. Griffith

is working to get you
discharged right now.

I'll stock the fridge, cook meals,
whatever I need to do.

No. That... That's not necessary.

We, uh... We want to help.

Thank you.

None of this would have happened
without you.

But progress only comes
when you shine the light on yourself.

Didn't I fold all this laundry earlier?

Hattie spit up everywhere, so did Peyton.

Luna got the ketchup bottle and...

You know what?
I don't want to talk about it.

My shoulder still hurts.

I was hoping it'd get better,
and I'd go back to work

and build the safest staircase ever
to exist,

but obviously that hasn't happened.

Well, you don't have
to fix everything yourself.

Yeah, I've realized that.

But you might have to go back
to work eventually

so we can afford to pay Elroy to do it.

- I was wondering...
- Mm-hmm.

...what if Elroy
didn't actually fix this place?

We've really pushed our luck already
with these stairs,

the-the fireplace,
the balcony, the glass doors.

What if he fixed my rental instead?

You want us to move into the man cave?

It's in a great neighborhood,
and it would be way easier to babyproof.

This place just has so many memories.

You know, movie nights on this couch,

the Nicoletti's take-out dinners
on that table.

You proposed to me, right there.

- Yeah.
- Guess we'll have to make new memories.

We will.

What do you think?

How do you feel?

Millin.

What are you doing here?

Uh, your front driver's side tire
is looking a little low.

You're checking my tires?

Today sucked in a lot of ways,

but the worst part is
that it confirmed what you think about me.

- Millin--
- And I know that I've disappointed you.

And you're not wrong,
I haven't always been honest with you.

Like, sometimes when I'm too tired,
I don't dictate your op notes,

I make my interns do it.

And I know where you keep
your secret stash of protein bars

at the nurses' station,

and I'll sneak one if I don't
have time to get to the cafeteria.

And I coached your patient
behind your back

to get around his insurance,

so you would
have to operate on him that day.

He was in pain.

I didn't know what else to do, so I lied,
but I didn't lie today.

I didn't sew over Scott's pedicle,

and I wasn't trying to frame
Mohanty or not take responsibility.

I just didn't do it,
and I need you to know that.

It's not my department.
I'm not the one you need to convince.

I don't care what anyone else thinks.

I believe you.

I'll, uh... I'll see you tomorrow.

Ask the questions,

and the answers might surprise you.