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Some of the world's
top trauma specialists

have proven that our brains

may forget the traumas we survive...

but our bodies,
especially our nervous systems,

always keep score.

BP's dropping.

Can you mobilize the liver better?

It's the IVC. Clamp.

What?

No, I need a clamp!

Maybe you should've thought of that

before skipping out on community service.

- We've got it.
- But I...

- Let's get two units of blood.
- I'm on it.

We need distal and proximal control.

- Clamp.
- Let's do total vascular exclusion.

Mom.

I don't feel good.

Me either, ZoZo.

Memories are stored

in our shoulders, spines,
stomach, or hands,

without us ever knowing.

It was one of the worst
fires I've ever seen.

Smoke was so thick...

and the roof... it wouldn't hold...

It was...

Is that your way of telling me

I'm taking Tuck to school today?

Isn't he in college yet?

Ben.

Ben, I have to talk to
you about something.

Go ahead. I'm just, uh,
you know, I'm measuring the bed.

Okay.

Uh... here I go.

I... am...

We...

We... are...

pregnant.

We assume a painful
backache or a shaky hand

is something harmless, random.

But it could be more.

Ellis, eat your cereal.

Where's your orange vest?

No orange vest today.

The mean judge is making
Mommy go to court

because she's missed so much work.

So I cannot be late. Hey, Zola.

Is your head still hurting you?

My eyes, too.

Really?

Oh. Okay, sweetie.

It might be our bodies reminding us

of what we've endured

and warning us not
to let it happen again.

Eyes on the road there, Doctor.

Gemma. You're in awful early.

I could say you're out awful late.

No, all night surgery.
I cannot wait to crawl into bed.

Oh, and to think I was
gonna get my paycheck

and then take you to breakfast.

Um, I should probably...

Richard Webber, if the
second half of that sentence

isn't "Grab a stack
of pancakes with you,"

I don't want to hear it.

I am hungry.

Okay. Stay right here. Don't go anywhere.

Okay, Mr. Wilkerson
is stable this morning,

post-op day 1 from his ACDF,

and you also have an aneurysm
coiling this afternoon.

And how are we getting your girlfriend

to undo the mountain of damage

she did with her article?

Well, you'll have to ask her.

Oh, I see. You think
I put you on my service

because of all the promise I see in you.

I don't. But I do think
you could talk her

into suing that website for libel.

Maybe you could withhold
sex until she cracks?

Yeah, that's not going to work.

What? What? The sex not good enough?

Are you two on the rocks?

Tom.

- I need a CT for my daughter.
- What's wrong?

She's been vomiting
and she has a headache.

Well, it sounds like the flu.

She also has a VP shunt for spina bifida.

So I need you to get her
in right away, please.

- Okay.
- All right.

Hey, Zola. Not feeling well?

I read that hyperbaric
chambers were invented

before oxygen was even discovered.

A British doctor in 1662
used organ bellows

to hand-pump air into an enclosed space.

So cool, right?

I mean, terrible that
our patient needs it.

But since she does... So cool.

What do you need?

Carly Davis, 46-year-old female,

possible suicide attempt,
carbon monoxide poisoning.

Hoping a 90-minute dive in the chamber

can revive her,
although it might take longer.

I know her.

Karev!

You in or out?

In.

All right, Schmitt,
that means you're out.

But you said I could...

Goodbye, Schmitt.

Do you think it's a shunt revision,

or is it just maybe the flu?

It's just my lawyer telling me

that I'm supposed to be
in court in 10 minutes.

Don't.

I wasn't gonna say anything.

How is she? Is her shunt obstructed?

Oh, goodie. It's a family affair.

Anyone want to bring some snacks?

Play a rousing game of UNO?

Oh, and Simon says...

enlarged ventricles.

She'll need a shunt revision.

This is very common with growth...

I would do it laparoscopically...

No, I'd do it laparoscopically,
because she's not my niece.

She'll be in and out in an hour.

Book an OR, DeLukes.

Look, it's a simple surgery, okay?

You need to go to court.

I'll be with her the whole time.

And I'll update you
every step of the way.

- I promise.
- Are you kidding me right now?

Got it. Okay. Yep.
You're not gonna go anywhere.

- Okay.
- Book an OR, please.

Yep, you got it.

Synced & corrected by -robtor-
www.addic7ed.com

I want you texting me from that gallery

every step of the way,
and don't let Koracick

or anyone else kick you out.

Texting you? As in,
your own phone number?

Okay... um, I mean, absolutely, Dr. Grey.

Uh, she's so smart
and tough. She'll be great.

Why are you still talking?

Hey, it's just gonna
be a quick little nap,

and when you wake up,
you're gonna feel so much better.

I know, Mommy. I pay attention.

I'm gonna be right here the whole time.

And by "right here,"
she means in the waiting room

with the other moms and
dads who don't work here.

Are you scared?

You are so brave.

I love you.

Love you, too.

Hey. I've got her.

Let's go.

I can get someone to cover if
you want some company out there.

No. You should be in there with her.

Okay.

You mean to tell me
you locked yourself in here

with your therapist and you
didn't think that was against...

oh, I don't know... all the rules?

Technically she was
just one of my therapists

when I was in residential treatment.

How many did you have?

Three.

Different therapists,
different modalities.

Kind of like when a trauma
comes in and we need to

figure out how many
surgeons we need to send in

from how many different angles.

Except in your brain.

Yeah, pretty much.

Okay.

Do you know anything
about her medical history?

Anything to indicate
why she would do this?

Uh... all I know is that
she's 13 years sober

and has a serious addiction
to almonds and science fiction.

But other than that, she seemed good.

Happy.

I just... I don't know
why she would do this.

Dr. Karev, are you all right?

Yeah, no, she would just...
she would just kill me

because I've forgotten
everything she taught me

about how to just, you know,
calm my nervous system.

So if she woke up, she'd be
so pissed at me right now.

So...

I'm guessing the two of you were close.

I couldn't stand her. She was the worst.

Let me guess, you're pissed
I'm taking away your pool time.

I already had Michelle for therapy today,

three hours of group,
and it's fruit punch day,

which is the worst.

And now I'm... I'm what?

I'm supposed to stare at a light bar

and all my troubles are gonna disappear?

Appendectomies...

pig parts replacing aortic valves.

And if I read correctly,

you put tiny little livers into mice

'cause the one liver wasn't working?

I'm just saying I wanna
know the first guy

who said to somebody, "My brain hurts."

And the other guy was like,
"If I cut it open,

I promise it'll feel better."

And the first guy was like, "Cool."

But, hey, science.

I get it. EMDR is just another way

to get at the root of my trauma.

You spent your media
time looking up EMDR?

Yep. I like to know
what I'm getting into.

In that case, tell me what
it is in under 30 seconds,

I'll let you get your swim on.

Ready?

- Mm-hmm.
- Go.

Eye Movement Desensitization
and Reprocessing.

The lights force bilateral
sensory output,

allowing you to make
connections about your traumas

and desensitize you to them.

Aw, so close.

You forgot it helps to illuminate

the capital "T" trauma in your life.

I don't have any capital "T" trauma.

I found out awful news
about how I was born,

and my mother couldn't deal.

I have been through way worse.

You know, if you're
gonna eat in front of me,

could you at least share?

No.

Because?

Because boundaries. I don't share food.

Okay.

Deep breath.

You've already established
your safe place with Michelle.

An OR. Any OR.

If this becomes too much,
we can always go back there.

Okay?

What's happening for you right now?

What are you feeling?

Shame. I feel shame.

I feel worthless that I'm not in an OR.

Is there an image you have
in your mind growing up

that gave you that message?

That you're worthless?

I never spent long enough in foster homes

to remember the wallpaper,
let alone the people.

I had a husband who beat me,
but he's dead now, so...

So no trauma.

Any specific memories or moments
that play over and over?

No, nothing. It's... I'm... It's nothing.

It's stupid.

Then there's no harm in telling me.

I reached out my hand
to my mom at a crappy diner,

and she pulled away.

She couldn't stand to touch me.

But it's just... it's so small
compared to everything else,

so I don't...

So let's start "small,"
see what happens next.

Okay?

I shouldn't be in here with her.

I was doing fine.
I was back at work kicking ass.

Everything with Alex is great.

And then I just... I screw it all up

by sticking myself in here,
and now I'm...

and now I'm back to square one.

I need to get out of here.
I need to get out of here.

Dr. Karev, you know we can't...

I know, I know! But if the one person

who could help me feel okay
could just go off one day

and try and kill themselves,

then what does that say about me? Huh?

Okay.

Okay. Okay.

Dr. Karev...

Raise the arm of the patient

and count down to
the 4th intercostal space.

Prep and drape in sterile fashion.

Then why are you listing the
steps for a chest tube insertion

if it's not indicated?

Inject with lidocaine,
make an incision above the rib.

A Kelly clamp...

- Jo, what's going on?
- This is supposed to help me.

She's the one who taught me this.

Feet on the ground, list the
things you know by heart.

It's supposed to trick
your nervous system

into thinking that you're safe.

But it's not working. It's not working.

Okay, well, how can I
help you? What do you need?

What I need... I need
to think of something else.

I need to think of something else.

I'm pregnant!

100% p-r-e-g-o.

With a live baby...

inside.

Ben's baby. Our baby. Super pregnant.

Okay, yeah, that worked.

Nurse Potter, 5411. Nurse Potter, 5411.

Okay. Everything's good so far.

Koracick just started the shunt revision.

So, tell me what we're doing.

Am I walking you through the surgery

step by step in real time?

Are we ignoring it altogether
and watching bad TV?

We're sitting in silence,
thinking the worst about Zola.

And about court.

Yeah, I didn't give you that option.

Derek did a beautiful job
with her shunt the first time.

All Koracick has to do
is go in and revise it.

And as someone whose brain
he has poked around in before,

I turned out great.

Tumor-wise.

As for court, I know absolutely nothing

about the legal system whatsoever,

so I'm guessing you are either fine

or locked up for life?

Very helpful, thank you.

I have a very specific set of skills.

- Beyond that, I'm...
- How is she?

Uh, they just got started on Zola.

She is wallowing.

Not wallowing, preparing for the worst.

Okay, that's not an option.
Pick another thing.

That's what I said.

I appreciate the two
of you being here, I do,

but I don't need the distraction.

Yes, you do. I'll go first.

I just finished a quadruple
valve replacement.

Only two other people in
the U.S. have ever done that,

and I felt more in love
and alive and seen

while my hands were in that heart

than I did the entire time
I was with Jackson.

There was no endless talking
about feelings, or arguing.

I-I made a plan, I came in there,

and I did it, and the rush!

I mean, clearly I'm still feeling it.

Now you go.

My daughter is in an OR,
and I am abandoning court,

and I might go to jail.

Have we lost her?

And Andrew thought
I was still going to court.

I think he's just worried that...

No, wait, I'm not even done yet.

First he thought that I would
abandon my child to go to court.

And then he offered to
skip the entire surgery

so that he could hold his
crying girlfriend's hand?

It's kind.

No, it's incredibly stupid.

Cristina and I would have
mocked him mercilessly

for volunteering to skip
out on a shunt revision

to be someone's human tissue!

I rescheduled a spinal decompression.

You're not a resident.

You're not volunteering
to skip surgeries.

For the woman he loves.

Oh, well... well, you know,
when you say it like that,

you make me sound like an ass.

- No.
- Not at all.

He's kind. He's trying.

But he's not a parent,
and he does not get it.

Okay, so let me get this straight.

He was wrong to assume
that you would go to court,

but also wrong to support
you while you wait for Zola.

I already said I sound like an ass.

But...

He's sexy, and he's fun,

and he's so good to the kids.

But...

I don't know if he'll ever
be more than that.

I don't know if I want him to be.

Oh, they're tunneling
in the new shunt tubing.

Okay, someone say something
that isn't about my stuff.

Uh...

I... don't know Link's parents' names.

I don't know his taste in
movies or his favorite song

or if he actually likes
breakfast for dinner

or just pretends to
because it's all I can make.

And I am having a baby with him.

I am tied to him, no matter what,

no matter how things go
between us for the rest of my life

because we made
a decision to have a child.

Together.

And I will learn his
parents' names eventually.

But, um... I don't know him.

I'm just tying my life to his
"you jump, I jump" style,

which sounds...

Exactly like what you do.

Okay, I sometimes leap and
hope the net will appear...

Yeah, all the time.

I had a brain tumor.

You also have a personality
apart from that tumor.

Which is a wonderful thing,

and sometimes it is your Achilles' heel.

We will love you and that baby

no matter what happens with Link.

Okay, now it really feels
like it's taking too long.

It's taking too long, right?

They're probably confirming the...

Confirming the shunt patency,

which means they should be almost done.

Okay.

Andrew's a good guy.

We know.

- I think I love him.
- We know.

We're just at two different
places in our lives,

and I'm just waiting for my gut
to tell me one way or the other.

My gut only says yes.

Ever. Or like 99% of the time.

It just screams yes,
but maybe that's okay

because I like the leap and having faith,

and if I fall, I learn.

I think surgery might be my truest love.

And I don't think that's
ever gonna change.

And I don't think it needs to.

This is taking too long.
I'm going in there.

- No.
- No, no.

I know that you want to, but you can't.

If something were wrong,
they would've definitely...

My gut is telling me something is wrong.

Have you seen my life?
The people that I've lost?

Until someone comes in here
and tells me otherwise...

Come here.

They should be closing
up any minute now,

and I am sure they went in
through a part in her hair

so she won't even see a scar.

Dr. Grey, she's out
of surgery and she's...

She's perfect, I'm perfect.

You can see her when
she gets out of post-op.

Thank you, Tom. Thank you.

Yeah. Yeah, a-and...

but not before that, all right?

Okay. Thank you, Tom.

Thank you.

Will you stay with her, please?

- Of course.
- Okay.

Go.

She's good!

I am serious.

He is a CPA that counts on his fingers,

and he had the nerve to give me grief

for leaving the office
15 minutes early...

My work already done.

I'd expect nothing less.

He's an idiot.

But it pays the bills.

And for that, I have to thank you.

I just told the truth.

That I'm a pain in the ass,
but great with deadlines?

I softened it a bit.

Well, I have a lot to thank
you for, not just that job.

Well, you would've done the same for me.

Damn straight.

But if you had shown up on my doorstep

with a heel in your heart,

you would've been crap out of luck.

So, um, how's the sponsor search going?

It's slim pickings out there.

Everyone at our meetings
is either angry old people

or Millennials who wear spikes
of driftwood as earrings.

I don't know, just maybe
try some other meetings.

Oh, it's... It takes some
time to find the right one.

Well, you know I've never
been one to settle down.

Mm-hmm.

Except for Ollie.
Ollie was the exception.

Yes, she was.

- But...
- Hmm?

If I wanted to talk AA, I'd be in AA.

- How about you?
- Hmm?

Tell me about you.

Uh, well... well...

I'm... I'm fine.

The hospital isn't up to snuff,
but, uh, it's getting there.

Oh, please, we work at the same hospital.

And Catherine?

Uh... she's getting there, too.

Now tell me how this works again

when she's out of the state more
often than she is in your bed.

Gemma.

What, you want to take
the South out of me, too?

I already quit drinking.

You know...

Catherine and I like to fight.

Part of what I love most about her

is her... her passion, her fire.

But it's like the...
the light's gone out,

and I... I don't know how
to get it back, you know?

You have the biggest heart
I've ever known, Richard.

Catherine may be too
wrapped up in her own head

to see that right now.

When my mother died,
the first thing I thought,

and I was a kid... was that my father's

never gonna have that love,
sitting on that porch

beside him, the rest of his life.

See, when my girlfriends

would throw pillowcases
on their heads as veils...

...they was like, "This was
the best day of my life."

I thought the only thing better
than one man to love you...

is a rotation.

I've... never been that.

Ohh.

Ah.

Now, why would you pull away

from the first little bit of comfort

that you've had in weeks?

Because I'm a married man.

I am fully aware that you and Catherine

have rings on your fingers
for better or worse.

Forgive me for thinking that
because you have hit the worst,

that you may be, you know...

looking around.

And don't insult me by pretending

you don't know what I'm talking about.

Because I've known
you too well for too long.

I love my wife.

I have no intentions of
competing with Catherine Fox.

Y'all are having a hard time.
You'll find your way back.

But in the meantime...

you're miserable,

and I'm here,

and life is too short
to deprive ourselves

of what we've been feeling
for so many years.

You know, I think you've
mistaken my friendship

for something else entirely.

And if you think this is just friendship,

than you're as dumb as that
man who counts on his hands.

Okay, um...

if I've done anything
to mislead you, Gemma,

okay, I apologize.

But, uh, there is nothing between us,

and there never has been.

Well, suit yourself,
but if history serves,

when hard times hit, you bury yourself

in a bottle of vodka or another woman.

And we both know
which one you can handle.

Are you really going to just walk away

after what we felt in there?

All that talk about rigorous honesty.

I'm in love with Catherine. My wife.

And you're in love with Adele, too.

Until there was Ellis Grey,
and then it was back to Adele,

and when she lay in that
home dying of Alzheimer's,

who were you with?

I tried to visit Adele all the time.

It only upset her.

And whose arms did you fall into then?

Catherine.

Just because you know my history

doesn't mean you can use it against me

to make yourself less lonely.

Richard!

Call your sponsor. Get a meeting.

That was not sober behavior.

Oh, go ahead, get it over with.

How are you feeling?

How's Ben feeling? Was it planned?

Don't know, doesn't know yet,

and hell no.

Uh... her A.B.G is better.

She's less acidotic,
and CO level is down.

She should be awake up by now.

It's okay to admit
if you're feeling scared.

What happens in the hyperbaric chamber

stays in the hyperbaric chamber.

- I'm not scared.
- Okay.

I'm... surprised.

Tuck is the light of my life,

but I thought I was done
with diapers and strollers.

Now there's all these
new diapers with wings

and strollers that can
practically fly to the moon.

And I think I... could be happy.

I might be happy...

but out-of-my-mind terrified.

And terrified.

It's a therapy thing.

You listed all these positive feelings

and then you said "but"
as if being terrified

erased everything that you said prior,

but the happy, the terror, it's all true.

Well, I don't like it.

Right on time.

What?

What are you, stalking me?

Nah.

Therapists rotate every night.

There's always a runner.

I figured after our session this
afternoon, odds were on you.

Besides, I like staring
at the stars for funzies.

I don't want to run.

It doesn't make any sense.

I feel shame over things
I didn't even do,

things that were done to me.

That's all I can feel.

Yep.

Is that all you're gonna say?

Well, technically, I'm off the clock.

You're used to being exceptional.

Right now, you're just like
everybody else here mentally.

You're stuck, can't see
past the one moment

that's defining your entire life.

You mean the moment
where I watched my mom

walk away from me in a diner?

No.

Then what?

For you.

Purple juice day.

Best day ever.

Okay. Okay, boundaries.

If you could move through
that fear and that shame

and let yourself feel angry...

I can't.

Which means I'll be stuck here forever.

Yep.

Tuck's childhood bedtime routine. Go.

Okay, uh...

uh, bath, diaper, PJs,

a glass of milk, brush your teeth,

one book, out like a light...

but then when he got older
and we'd finished the book,

all of a sudden, he needed
to go back to the bathroom...

Just stick to the baby routine. Again.

Baby routine, okay.

Uh, bath, diaper, PJs, glass of milk,

brush your teeth,
one book, out like a light.

- One more time.
- Bath, diaper, PJs,

a glass of milk, brush your teeth,

one book, out like a light.

I swear to God, Karev,
next time I go on sabbatical,

I'm going wherever the hell you went.

You learned all the things.

I learned it all from her.

Oh! Oh, she's seizing.

Okay.

Damn, I thought she was getting better!

Her labs are fine. I can't tell why...

She doesn't share food.

The almonds she was always eating.

What if she's diabetic?

What was her glucose when she came in?

Uh...

78, which is low normal,
but the hyperbaric therapy...

Is using the glucose to
metabolize the oxygen.

- D-50!
- D-50!

Okay, Carly, here we go.

All right.

Now. Okay.

Carly, it's Jo. Can you hear me?

You're good. You're okay. It's okay.

I'm here. You're okay.

I'm pissed now, okay?

Are you happy?

Good morning, Carly. Do you
have a few minutes to talk?

10 sessions with you and
that dumb-ass light bar.

Not really fair to take it out
on the light bar, but okay.

I hate everything! My mom.

My rapist dad, Paul.

The fact that I'm here staring
at the same image of my mom

pulling away from me in a diner
over and over and over again,

and never moving past it.

And that. You know what?
I'm adding that to the list,

the fact that I'm in pain and
you're treating it like a joke.

This isn't a joke. It's a breakthrough.

You're finally allowing yourself

to move past your fear and
the shame and into the anger.

This is progress.

Okay, I can't be angry.

Why not?

Because if I start being
angry, I will never stop,

and then I'm Paul.
I'm no better than him.

That's because you don't know
what healthy anger looks like.

No, no, no. I'm not...
I c... I can't do EMDR today.

I'm not doing it.
I know it's... life-changing

or whatever, but just,
I can't, not today.

Hi, I'm Carly, and my core
feeling today is pride

because my patient
asked for what she needed

for the first time in 22 days.

What's happening?

I'm throwing crap at a wall.

Care to join me?

Are we both consenting adults?

Yep.

Are we okay if we agree
to throw things at walls...

not people... just the walls?

Yep.

Right there. That's
what makes you not Paul.

Because you can feel anger
while controlling your behavior.

Throw first, judge later.

Okay.

Remind me not to pick you first

if we ever start a trauma league.

Give me a minute.

I'm gonna go off script
here and admit something.

I used to be the on-call
social worker for Safe Haven.

Moms and dads would drop their babies off

at fire stations,
and I would get the call.

And no matter how fast I drove,
by the time I got there,

that baby would be wrapped
in a warm blanket,

in some firefighter's arms,
a crowd around it.

Why are you telling me this?

You were five days old

when your mother abandoned you.

Your brain may not have a memory

of her pulling her hand away
from you, but your body does.

And your body felt the
same way in that diner

when she pulled away
and left you... Alone.

It's why it hurt so much.

Your body felt the same way

it did when you were
a baby, all over again.

And you were surrounded by love.

Still are.

Now, if you want to go home
and take care of yourself,

I can do this part.

No. I should be the one to tell her.

All right, well, I'll be right
out there if you need me.

Today I watched you teeter on that edge,

bring yourself back...
by yourself, bring me back...

and save someone
else's life in the process.

I don't know what
"square one" looks like,

but there was nothing
square one about that.

You're giving me that death look.

I don't have a death look.

You did whenever I gave you homework,

told you something
you didn't want to hear.

It's just my face.

You had carbon monoxide poisoning.

You had a seizure because
your blood sugar bottomed out,

but we were able to bring it
back up and oxygenate you.

And in theory, you should be
well enough to go home tomorrow.

In theory?

You know that I have to call psych now.

I don't want to, but it's the law...

all suicide attempts
have to be reported...

Suicide attempt?

Hold up.

One minute, I was 200 pages in
to the newest Margaret Atwood,

curled up next to my heater,

the next I'm in some space
chamber in the hospital.

You didn't do this on purpose?

Never again.

You were in your home.

Well, I wasn't in my
garage with a locked door,

a note, and a death wish.

If you want to 5150 me
for forgetting to change

the batteries in my
CO detector, that's fair

because that thing's been out for months,

and I-I could've died.

Thanks for not letting me die.

Breathe.

I'm breathing.

Her chemistries are stable,

but should I get an endocrine consult?

Um...

Carly...

I can't be your doctor anymore.

I never should've been
in the first place.

So Dr. Bailey will take good care of you.

What?

Boundaries.

Looks like somebody learned
something after all.

Okay.

Oh, you're home.

Yes, I am home.

You worked all night again?

Yeah, I did.

I went to breakfast, then, uh,
I came back here to lie down.

I guess I slept all day.

How was your trip?

Same as it always is.

You look tired, Richard.

I am, Catherine.

I really am.

Go back to sleep.

I came as fast as I could.
What's... What's going on?

What's... Is... Are you okay?

Is... Is Tuck okay?

Oh, okay, so not an emergency.

Well... Well, can we talk
about it over dinner?

Because I'm starving,

and that... that tandoori chicken

at Monsoon on Main is calling my na...

I'm pregnant!

But... you...

you...

y-you said were going through menopause.

Turns out a lot can be
true at the same time.

It's crazy, right?

And I know, we've...
we've never talked about this,

but I've been thinking
about how much more prepared

I am now compared to when I had Tuck.

I was just a resident.
I thought I knew everything,

but basically knew, uh, nothing.

But now I've got mad skills,
nothing can stop me,

and I kind of think this might be great

and something that we'll
have... together. Right?

Or... mm, am I wrong?

Um, and it's okay if I'm...

if, uh...

I'm sorry. Uh...

I've just been spinning
all day waiting to tell you,

and then I got stuck in the chamber...

Oh, we're having a baby!!

Y-Yes.

Oh, and nausea is a classic
symptom of pregnancy...

one more spin and we...

We're having a baby.

You happy?

Oh!

Yeah.

Tell them. Tell them.

Hey, hey. We're... We're having a baby.

We're having a baby.

We're having a baby.

Okay.

Trauma doesn't tell time.

It can't tell if we're 8 or 41,

if our kids have the chicken pox,

or if we have

the biggest surgeries
of our lives to perform.

Hey. How was your day?

Rough.

- Do you want to talk about it?
- No.

It doesn't have to be with me.

I just don't want you to
keep it inside like before.

Do you wanna throw crap?

Huh?

And when it sneaks up on us,

it's easy to think we're
right back at square one.

You okay?

Yeah. Getting there.

Lame! You got to...

- You got to really throw it.
- Okay.

That felt oddly satisfying.

Right?

Okay, but let's do it over here.

Let's do it over here, come on.

All right, come on.

This wall. Come on!

Whoo!

One, two, three.

One, two...

- Three.
- Aah!

But the truth is, even when our
brain convinces us we're lost,

if we try hard enough,
our bodies always remind us

there's a way back.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'll be right back.

- Hey.
- Hey. How's she doing?

She's fully recovered.

She's asking for Jell-O,
so I'm on a hunt.

Thank you.

How are you doing?

I'm glad Zola's okay.

Good. Nancy.

"The girl who cried medical emergency."

That's what the judge called you.

- How's your daughter?
- Much better, thank you.

She had to have neurosurgery,
so I couldn't leave her.

I get that. But sadly, you're
going to have to leave her,

along with the rest of your children

while you make up for your missed hours.

I was able to squeeze a small
drop of humanity from the judge.

Thank you. I will be
at trash duty first thing,

and no more excuses,
as soon as she's sent home.

Dr. Grey, you're not
going back to clean-up duty.

You'll be making up
your missed hours in jail.

And prepares us for
whatever fight lies ahead.