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Voltaire said that the art of medicine

is amusing the patient while
nature cures the disease.

So according to one of the greatest

French philosophers of all time,

surgeons aren't really helpers.

We're more like circus clowns.

Sorry. Just...

I know.

But suck it up, because I need your help.

But help comes in many forms.

I stopped pulling on my fingers.

Or...

... no, a-at least now
I notice when I'm doing it.

And I've been doing
the exercises you showed me.

I'm really noticing a change.

Don't try to rush it.

Takes time for the meds to balance out.

Right. But...

... well, for instance, uh,
you have a little bit of, um...

... I think,

maybe yogurt on your, uh, chin.

I've wanted to mention it
this whole time,

but I didn't, so...

... I think we're making progress.

And something tells me
Voltaire never held an aorta

while a patient's entire blood volume

pulsated between his fingers.

I'd say we are.

You beat up the bar with a baseball bat?

Not exactly sober behavior.

No.

Legendary, but definitely not sober.

And, um, my wife has...

She's been diagnosed with
something frightening.

Oh, man.

- And you were with Ollie, right?
- Yeah.

So you need a sponsor?

If you'd be willing.

How you doin' with prayer and meditation?

Uh... I'm not.

Well, how 'bout we start there?

Call me tomorrow.

Oh! Dr. Bailey.

Just the person I was looking for.

Uh, do you live here now,

or do you fly back from Germany

on a weekly basis,

and if so, why?

Oh.

Well, um...

I mean, as it turns out...

I am pregnant.

With Owen's baby.

And Owen and Amelia Shepherd
are back together again,

and Amelia's sisters have issues with me.

Rightfully so. It... It's not undramatic.

It's not undramatic to
the point of it being comical.

And... And, still, Dr. Bailey,

I need a job. I really need a job.

I-I-I need to be occupied with work,

and I... I need it badly.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Um, y-you're gonna have to say

all of that again to Alex Karev.

You're on the board? Yeah. I-I'm sorry.

I want to be there when...

No, no, I have a dozen little kids

coming to my house in a few hours.

You said you would help.

I don't know anything about superheroes.

Well, you tell Bailey that
Uncle Alex is saving lives,

that he actually is a superhero.

Yeah, right. That'll definitely work.

Ooh, Dr. Karev, can I walk with you?

Um, yeah, what, do you live here?

Well, it's... it's complicated.

Catherine! You're back.

How are you feeling? How am I feeling?

Why don't you tell me?

Since you seem to be so good

at telling everybody everything.

- Catherine, I...
- Save it.

You're fired from my team, Dr. Grey.

And if you value your job
at this hospital,

I suggest you stay out of my sight

until my fury passes.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You look nice.

Thanks. Cece's funeral.

Yes. How'd that go?

It was awful.

And beautiful.

A lot of her single clients were there.

There will probably be
a lot of hookups tonight.

- Fitting.
- Yeah.

How are you doing?

- Did you talk to your mom?
- Uh, yeah.

Yeah, I mean, we all
had dinner last night,

and we all have a surgery
together today, so...

You're doing a surgery?
Catherine's doing a surgery?

A pelvic exenteration that
spares the uterus, to be exact.

And the patient's ready for us.

- Mm.
- All right.

Dr. Berjeron to the ICU.

Dr. Berjeron to the ICU.

Morning, Grey.

There's a trauma coming in.

Yeah, that's why I'm here.

That's how you wait for a trauma?

How'm I supposed to wait?

I don't know.
Maybe a little less casually.

So...

Like, uh...

Yeah.

Hey, where's the rig?

It's not here yet.

See?

Jo knows how to wait for a trauma.

No point in stressing out
until you have to.

I don't believe in that.

You don't believe in that?

Mnh-mnh.

And now I stand up straight.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You look awful.

Thanks.

No, I mean, you should
go home if you're sick.

Uh. Pit's full of people who
look a lot worse than I do.

- Yeah, flu season.
- Yeah.

You're in scrubs?

Yeah.

I have to audition for Pierce,

which is only slightly enraging.

Did you know that Alex Karev
is interim chief?

I mean, time is so weird.

So, you're gonna work here?

And I find out after the fact.

That's par for the course.

Whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Where is this coming from?

You said that you wanted
to figure it out,

and that's what I'm trying to do.

Yeah, me, too, but there's
a lot to figure out.

And this whole situation is a mess.

Okay, let me remind you that the reason

I upended my entire life was for you

so that you could be part
of our baby's life.

Listen, Teddy, you came to Seattle

the day after Karev's wedding,

before me and Amelia

had even really gotten back together.

You seemed pretty back together to me.

Right, right, and you took one look,

and you decided that
you had the whole picture.

Maybe if you'd just talked to me,

been a little more up front with me...

Your teenager answered your door!

... maybe you would've saved
a lot of people a lot of pain,

but, no, you waited
five whole weeks to...

Wait, are you try...
A-Are you saying that somehow

it's my fault that you and
Amelia are back together again?

I'm just saying it's a crap situation,

which is worse than it would have been

had you been a little more up front.

Had some excellent nicknames,

but "Crap Situation"
might be my new favorite.

Amelia.

Hey, Amelia, I'm sorry.

Hey.

So...

I need a job.

And Karev said that I should talk to you.

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

Her abdomen's distended. She may
have some internal bleeding.

Let's get an ultrasound.

Let's hang some LR and a unit of O-neg.

She fell from a hotel balcony?

Three floors up.
Apparently the railing broke.

Pelvis feels stable, but
I want to see an X-ray.

- Yes, Dr. Lincoln.
- Oh, my God. Oh, my God!

Natasha, I'm right here.

I'm right here. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Is she...

Is she on any medications?

Has she had any previous surgeries?

Um... uh, she... she gets
migraines sometimes, and...

and she has a scar from...
she had her appendix out.

Is... Is she... I'm...

We're getting married tomorrow.

She didn't want me to see her
until she walked down the aisle,

and I... she got her own hotel room.

Hey, hey, hey. What's your name, buddy?

Garrett... Boland.

Garrett. Okay, well, the best
thing you can do to help Natasha

is to let the people in this room

do what we know how to do, okay?

Okay, okay. Oh, God.

Let me show you where to wait.

And I thought my wedding day was a mess.

I'm sorry I said that, Amelia.

- We were fighting, and it just...
- It happens.

Couples fight.

Oh, come on. We're not a couple.

Who's not a couple?

Owen and Teddy Altman. Only they are.

The baby really sells it.

Oh, there's a baby?

Do you mind?

You know, I do, actually. We're busy.

Way too busy to catch whatever it is

you're losing a fight against,
so... you can go.

- Amelia, please.
- Owen, he's right.

We're going up against
one of the nastiest tumors

I've ever seen. We need to focus.

Altman's the tall blonde, right?

I am trying to focus.

Uma Paxton, 25, here for
total pelvic exenteration

with flap reconstruction
for a recurrent vaginal tumor.

Not total, Dr. Helm.

We are preserving the uterus.

Oh.

Wow, that's possible?

It is now.

Because I developed the technique.

My first doctors blasted me
with chemo and radiation,

but it came back,

so they said I had to remove
most of my insides,

but Dr. Fox found a silver lining.

- Dr. Webber?
- I'll make an incision

into your abdomen and remove your rectum

to create a colostomy

while Dr. Fox removes your bladder

and creates a urostomy.

And then I will remove the tumor

and everything but your uterus.

I'll lead on your vaginal reconstruction.

We'll cover any defects with
skin and fat from your belly.

So... not complicated.

Man, I didn't think
that I ever wanted kids

until I found out that I might
not be able to have any,

so thank you, Dr. Fox.

Uma, we've talked about this before,

but now that the day has come,

I really have to ask again.

This surgery's long, it's complex,

and it's very personal.

Are you sure you're all right
with other doctors

watching from the gallery?

You're a pioneer,

and this could help save
more women like me.

So teach away.

All right, guys. Let's do this.

I'm gonna be right back, all right?

It's like a plague in here.

Bronchitis, pneumonia,
some gastroenteritis.

Whoa, you okay?

Ohh. What do we got?

Right. Uh, Grey and Link are in Trauma 2

with a woman who fell from a balcony,

and almost everyone else
is flu-like symptoms.

Including you, I guess.

Look, if you want to grab some rest,

I can page you if anything's urgent.

- Incoming!
- Uh... Ohh.

- Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!
- I'm gonna muscle through.

Could you, uh, prep an IV, uh,

bag of LR and 4 milligrams of Zofran?

- Yeah. You got it.
- Thanks.

So, we have our
interdepartmental meetings,

M&Ms, lung tumor boards, and such

in the conference room.

Oh, good, you still do it there.

I-I moved it from the lecture hall

to get a more open and honest exchange.

"A more open and honest exchange."

You don't say.

Well, it's just that my sister's
kinda wrecked right now

because you failed to have
an open and honest exchange.

I told them.

You told them too late.

Are we gonna be able to
work together, Dr. Pierce?

I've heard nothing but excellent
things about your work,

Dr. Altman, and any minute now,

I will shove aside my personal contempt

in favor of professional courtesy.

Dr. Huser to Labor and Delivery.

Dr. Huser to Labor and Delivery.

- On 3... 1, 2, 3.
- What do we got?

Patient collapsed at a convenience store.

Last BP 110 over 50, pulse 82.

Ma'am, did you lose consciousness?

Uh, no, I don't think so.

Hey, guys, what did you see?

She was like, "Ow, my stomach."

Then she was like, "Ow, my face."

Nice, guys. Real nice.

Ma'am, do you have any other symptoms

uh, dizziness or headache?

Uh, yeah, headache because
Gabe just told me today

that his project is due tomorrow...

- Quit touching me!
- You touched me first!

... and I have the flu,
and I hate children,

- so life is punishing me.
- No! Let me go!

So if I could just get
something for my stomach

- and some sedatives for the children...
- Let me go!

- ... we'll be good to go.
- Hey, watch out.

Hey, guys, guys, knock it off.

Should we call their parents?

- I am their parents...
- It's your fault!

... ever since my sister died,

and clearly, I'm crushing it... Ow!

Abdomen's a little tender.

Uh, Schmitt, do you want
to see if CT's open?

Whoa, CT? No, no, I'm fine.

I just have the flu,
and I already took antibiotics

I had left over from last year, so...

Bad idea?

Unprescribed? Yes.

Listen, I know that you're stressed,

and maybe it is just the flu, but...

Claire, if it isn't,

you're really gonna wish
that you'd stayed, okay?

Are you okay?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

He sounds like me.

Free fluid in the pelvis and abdomen.

X-rays are up.

Post-ops are done, Link. What'd I miss?

You tell me.

She's got a windswept pelvis.

- "Windswept"?
- It's a combo platter.

We got AP compression on one side,

lateral compression on the other.

You see the widened SI joint here

and the sacral fracture there?

Okay, well, I'd love
to get her up to the O.R.

for a neuro check.

And we can do an intra-op CT
when we get there.

100%. Let's do it.

Well, wait, aren't we gonna
stabilize her pelvis first?

- Of course.
- Nah.

"Nah"? She's got a pelvic fracture.

You're not gonna at least
put a binder on her?

Nope. We'll see you up there.

All right. She's hypotensive.

We got to move, people.

She's all prepped for her ex-lap.

Okay, so what made you think

that Link and I would be a good match?

Okay, listen, before I met Alex,

Link was the very best person
that I knew,

and Alex would say the
same thing about you, so...

Oh, come on. Link's a great guy.

And Labradors are great dogs.

They're always happy to see you,

they're super cute,
and they're full of energy.

Okay, listen. He is not a Labrador.

You just have to get to know him.

Who's ready to put
a pelvis back together, huh?

I am.

I am ready.

Did you jog up here?

Ran up the stairs. Gets the
blood flowing, you know?

We got to save this lady.
She's getting married.

We have to save them all,
even the sad and lonely ones.

Is there another Dr. Grey
you thought I should ask out?

Okay, just relax
and try not to move, okay?

I haven't relaxed in two years.

My mother used to say, "I hope
you have children someday,

and they're as awful to you
as you were to me."

And I'd say, "Joke's on you, lady.

I'm never having kids."

And then Cynthia died,

and now I have her two human tornadoes.

They're loud, and they're smelly,

and they think fart jokes are hilarious,

and they never stop eating.

I love them, but they are disgusting.

I think I owe my mom an apology.

Yeah, me too.

Whoa.

Her transverse colon is... is huge.

Toxic megacolon with peritoneal signs.

We're gonna need to get her to the O.R.

before her bowel perfs, okay?

I was hoping, if we start medially,

we could remove the tumor en bloc.

- Ah...
- It's not working.

I know. Just...

Let's try coming from the inferior side.

Maybe if you approach it superiorly...

I am.

Yeah, it's still not working.

You know, I can see that, Shepherd.

That's why we're practicing.

And at this rate, we will be ready

in, what... five years?

Don't take your baby daddy drama
out on our tumor baby.

We can do this.

Consult in the O.R. I'll be right back.

Wh-What... You're... You're leaving?

Do me a favor and come back
with a little positivity!

It's quite a crowd.

Quite a surgery.

It sounds really complicated.
I hope it goes well.

Well, if you thought you might
be performing your last surgery,

wouldn't you want to go out with a bang?

Catherine told you?

This morning.

She's symptomatic. She's in pain.

This is not a simple surgery.

I mean, do you think this is a good idea?

I think she's Catherine Fox.

I think...

she's gonna make her mark here.

And I think she has
a stellar team by her side.

They're ready.

Full house.

10 blade.

No bleed, no indications for surgery.

Possibly an anoxic brain injury,

so I'll monitor her closely in post-op.

Thank you, Shepherd.

Basin.

Spleen is out.

Bleeding in the left-upper
quadrant is controlled,

but it must be coming from somewhere.

- How many units have we gone through?
- Eleven.

I'm gonna clamp the internal iliac,

- try to slow the bleeding.
- Mm-hmm.

Parker, just so you're clear,

we would have gone through fewer units

had we stabilized her in the E.R.

Yes, Dr. Gray.

- Retraction here, Nico.
- Got it.

A pelvic binder
tamponades the bleeding...

it's a very simple standard of care.

- Yes, ma'am.
- More retraction.

How did you even become a doctor

with this sort of "everything'll
work itself out" attitude?

I became a doctor
the way everyone does, Grey.

I worked my ass off,
I went to med school...

He became a doctor
because he got cancer...

Jo, that's not your story to tell.

Sorry. But he's...
he's not a lightweight,

- and he's not an idiot.
- Thank you.

Got it.

What? Where?

Check this out, Parker.

You want to make sure
you pack below the pelvic brim.

That's where you're gonna run into

a lot of the nasty vascular variants

like the crown of death.

I had a hunch when I saw the X-ray,

and I typically do use a pelvic binder,

but in this case, it could've caused

the internally rotated side
to be crushed inward,

causing even further damage.

And you couldn't have
just said that in the E.R.?

I guess I could've, but
I didn't realize part of my job

was convincing you I belonged here.

I thought I just had the flu

and the antibiotics would knock it out.

No, no. The antibiotics wiped out

the good bacteria in your intestine,

which caused severe inflammation

that made you pass out.

But we caught it just in time.

Just in time?

Like, before it killed me?

Oh, God. I-I... I-I can't die.

Those boys can't lose another parent.

Eli just got to the point

where he's not crying at night.

They... They need me.

They need...

Okay, the bowel seems to have ruptured.

Let's, uh, get her intubated and prepped.

She's moving too much.

Okay, let's push
100 of propofol with 100 of sux.

- Already on it.
- Good.

- What?
- I-I... Oops.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God, did you...

I'm so sorry.

Okay, everybody, stop! Listen to me.

The propofol and sux had just
been accidentally injected

into my IV, which means
I have about 30 seconds

until I will be paralyzed.

So let's page the chief.

DeLuca, start the surgery, stat.

Uh, I'm gonna need somebody
to put a tube in me,

because once I am down,
I'm gonna lose my airway,

and if I can't breathe, then I will die.

I'd also appreciate it
if somebody could help me

by breaking my fa...

- Patient's intubated.
- Okay, Schmitt, look at me.

Don't rock the laryngoscope, okay?

10 blade.

Now, drive the tube
in between his vocal chords.

Dr. Hunt, you may experience
some discomfort now.

- Schmitt, he can't hear you.
- I've never done this.

That doesn't mean you can't, all right?

Now, Bovie.

I did it. I did it!

Okay, do not stop bagging, okay?

Get him upstairs,
hook him up to some fluids.

Now. Come on. Let's go.

She's in a coma?

It's a medically induced coma.

The sedation will keep her calm

and allow her body to heal.

But...

she will wake up?

Natasha lost a lot of blood,

and her body underwent severe stress.

We don't always know

how a patient's gonna recover from that.

So she won't wake up.

We can't know for sure.

We will continue to monitor her
and support her

and do everything we can.

I don't know what to do.

You can hold her hand.
You can speak to her.

She may be able to hear you.

She was gonna wear a blue dress...

for our wedding.

She's not a traditionalist, and...

... she's not a kid.

We waited forever to meet each other.

It was just this one tradition...

sleeping apart.

We thought it would bring us good luck.

I don't want to do life without you

now that I know what it's like with you.

Wake up...

... and marry me.

Please.

Please.

What's wrong?

I'm just glad that you're alive,

glad that we're alive.

Me too.

- I have a surgery. You okay?
- Yeah.

Hey, thanks for marrying me.

You're welcome.

I know, Shepherd. I know.

I've run every one of those scenarios!

I am just trying to be realistic.

Well, maybe if you'd stop
running off to consults...

That has nothing to do with the fact

that we are staring down
the impossible here.

Where is the Amelia Shepherd

that looked at Nicole Herman's
inoperable brain tumor

and said, "Yes, I can, and I should"?

That was Brain Tumor Amelia.

Non-Brain Tumor Amelia
is a reasonable surgeon

who asks reasonable questions.

- I...
- And she is currently speaking

in the third person, so, you know...

This is what we are dealing with.

We have to visualize this.

Well, that would be lovely,
but it's not an option.

Yes, it is.

Okay, you guys were talking really loud,

so I'm not gonna apologize
for eavesdropping

despite your angry faces.

- Jo...
- No, th-there is a way

to 3-D visualize a tumor like that.

It's brand-new, and they're about to do

the first launch of it at UCSD.

- It's called the ORBEYE.
- Oh.

Can I just see your...

That's... Yeah, that's fine. G-Go ahead.

Who is she?

She's a surgical
fellow studying future medicine.

That's not a thing.

Uh, am I dreaming, 'cause she, uh,

just walked in with a miracle,

and she looks like a... mermaid.

It's still a giant tumor, Tom.

- Just let me have this.
- Okay.

What?

I want him to be on fluids,

and check his vitals every 15 minutes.

I don't want to miss any bumps
in Dr. Hunt's numbers.

- Of course, Doctor.
- What the hell happened?

He said that he had the flu.

I mean, I told him to go home,
but what is it?

Is it pneumonia? A P.E.?
What happened to him?!

He was injected with a paralytic
by mistake in surgery.

Oh.

Um... That's, uh...

I'm watching him.

I promise, I'll make sure
he comes through.

Respectfully, I'm not going anywhere.

Hey.

What?

No one has ever started a sentence to me

with the word "respectfully."

Dr. Ryan to Oncology.

Dr. Ryan to Oncology.

Yeah, no. I get it.

Thank you. Thanks.

- Everything okay?
- No.

I have a bunch of 5-year-olds
on their way to my house

for a birthday party,
and Hulk just canceled.

The Hulk.

What?

It's "The Hulk," not "Hulk."

Whatever.

I could help.

Seriously?

After the day we just had,
I could use a party.

For 5-year-olds?

I was a Cub Scout.

I make a mean s'more.

But, I mean, if you don't
need the help...

No, wait.

I'll take the help.

Something wrong?

Tissue's too friable.

Can I help?

You can stop talking
so I can hear myself think.

She's incredible.

Hmm, if by "incredible,"
you mean she possesses

an absurd level of stubbornness,

then, yeah, she is incredible.

She's only out-stubborned

by the other two people
operating with her.

I'm, um, trying to be better

about expressing my feelings.

I never asked you to.

Jackson did.

Now he's sharing nothing
about his feelings with me

or with Catherine.

Neither is Richard,

and who knows what's going on
in Catherine's head?

They are stubborn.

My mother did the same thing.

She hid her cancer from me,
tried to protect me,

and all I can think of is
how much time we lost.

And they could have that time
if they just talked.

So you want them to
hug it all out right now

over an open abdomen?

I'm saying you can waste a lot of time

waiting for the right moment.

That storm's gonna come when it comes.

How can you just accept that?

I'm trying to be better

about not trying to control
the things I can't.

Wipes.

Hemostat, quickly.

Mom, if you're in pain,
I can take over. It's fine.

Yes, Jackson, I'm in pain.

I'm in pain because,
when this woman wakes up,

she will not have a uterus.

The radiation has fried her tissues.

It's falling apart in my hands.

No matter how many times I try,

I cannot safely separate the uterus

without compromising the blood supply.

It's literally disintegrating
right before my eyes.

Her body's been through too much.

You can't fix that.

- Neither can I.
- Okay.

No one can fix this.

I'm taking out the uterus.

Bovie.

Ready?

Close her up.

- Hunt was given paralytics?
- Yes, but it was a mistake,

and we got him intubated
and off to a room.

And I've also isolated
the area of perforation

and washed her out.

All right. Right.
Since it's toxic megacolon,

you're gonna have to...

Perform a subtotal colectomy
with an ileostomy.

I did that, too.

All right, so, what's left?

I... I don't know.

You don't know.

It's my first time, okay?

Can you just tell me what to do next?

You don't know because
there's nothing left.

You did it.

You stepped up.

All right, well, don't get
too swelled up about it.

But great work. Good job.

Close.

Okay, all right.

Breathe, breathe. There you go.

All right. All right. Okay. Breathe.

- Welcome back, Dr. Hunt.
- Ugh.

Dr. DeLuca finished Claire's surgery.

They did the subtotal colectomy,
and she's in recovery now.

Oh, great. Thank you.

And thank you for not dying.

Okay, we're done.

Thank you, Doctor...

Schmitt, but everybody calls me...

You know what? No. Just Dr. Schmitt.

- Ohh.
- How you feeling?

Ugh, like I got hit with a brick.

How was your first day with Pierce?

Yeah, well...

She is Amelia's sister, so...

All right, you know what? Um...

Listen.

I didn't do anything to Amelia.

I didn't... I didn't set out
to hurt anyone,

and I know that I'm... I'm not perfect,

and I have made plenty of mistakes here,

but you showed up in Germany,

and then you came back here,
and you did what you did,

so please just stop making
everything my fault.

Landstuhl was my perfect job.

I was in charge, I was respected,

and they've not yet filled that position,

and in Germany, the maternity leave is...

is really generous.

You... You... Are you saying
you want to go back?

I'm saying I'm having a hard
time wanting to stay here

and answer to a 20-something
who hates me.

I'm saying I don't understand
why I'm the only one

who has to sacrifice anything
so that our kid has two parents.

I mean...

... you could move to Germany.

They've got a great
paternity leave there, too.

Stay here. Work in Trauma.

I don't want to work for you, Owen.

- Are you even listening to me?
- No, no.

I'm saying...

run the department.

I'll work for you.

I mean, you're more than qualified,

and we still have a position
that we haven't filled,

and... and you're right.

Teddy...

you sacrificed a lot to come here,

and now...

now it is my turn.

Are you giving me your job?

Teddy...

You're giving me a lot more.

Uh, hi.

I saved Dr. Hunt's life today.

I wasn't Glasses.

I wasn't bumbly.

I didn't drop anything.

I... felt like a different person.

I think it's you.

I think you're rubbing off on me.

Or, uh, you know, something
that sounds less dirty.

I think this has always been you, and...

you just didn't know it.

You saved my life.

Thank you for doing this.

You really don't
have to keep saying that.

I'm happy to help.

You seemed kind of... stressed.

Thought you didn't believe in stress.

I believe it exists.

I just don't believe
in letting it run your life.

I mean, spending your childhood
in a hospital,

losing half the friends you made there

to a cancer you survived,

watching your parents split up

because they could barely
afford your treatments...

made me kind of picky
about what I let get to me.

Dude!

Look at this place!

We did this in, like, a half an hour.

And I was an ass to you all day.

I literally did nothing to deserve this.

True.

But... I think I kind of like the chase.

Because women just
throw themselves at you?

That's not a phrase I would ever use.

Ready or not, here we are!

- Hello!
- Happy birthday, Bailey!

All right!

What do you think?

- Come on, you guys!
- Hey!

Presents go right over there.

Wait.

Are you Thor?

I am.

So cool!

Now, which one of you kids
stole my hammer?

Aah!

I completed the ostomies,

and Jackson closed with a flap.

Uma's in recovery.

How is she doing?

Stable.

Now, look, Mom, I know
you're frustrated, okay?

Frustrated?

I'm livid.

You questioned my ability
to complete that surgery.

You inferred that
I am somehow not capable...

You had a massive tumor on your spine,

and you didn't say anything about it.

You didn't even tell me you had cancer.

I wasn't ready
to bring anyone else into it.

Except you did.

- You told Maggie.
- I did not tell Maggie.

- I told Meredith.
- Right. That's different.

Tom Koracick.

I see. Just the important people.

- I told people who could help.
- Wow.

Good Lord, that's offensive.

Do you have any idea
what that sounds like?

Richard, please. How am I
supposed to depend on you

when you're hanging out in bars,
swinging baseball bats?

- No, no, now, that's not his business...
- Wait, what?

... and that's not what
we're talking about.

You all are acting like
such big old babies.

- This is my problem!
- Oh, the hell it is.

No more than my first wife's
Alzheimer's was her problem.

- This is all our problems, Catherine.
- No, no.

- You do not want to go in there.
- Sorry. Wait. Can we go back?

- There's a... a big storm in there.
- What happened at the bar?

A big, big storm.

Are you serious? That's disgusting.

Amen.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it!

Now, I was not wrong not to tell you.

You were... This is what you always do.

It's exactly what you always do...

now, you try to control
everyone and everything

that you're around.

And look what happens when I don't.

I'm gone for two days, and my husband

has an arrest record.
I'm married to a felon.

Mom, he just said they
were trying to give shots

to people with AA chips.

I would've smashed
the damn place up myself.

Thank you. Uh, I mean, that...

that's... that's still, uh,
no... no excuse for my behavior.

I mean, I realize that now, but...

We can handle bad news, all right?

We're surgeons.

And we're your family.

We deserve the truth.

You two both know if
I had told you any sooner

you would've driven me crazy,

ordering every test under the sun.

At least Thomas...

Don't... Don't say that man's name again.

Richard, honestly, your jealousy

is your least attractive quality.

And lying doesn't look very good
on you, either, Catherine.

No, you don't get to say that to me.

You don't get to talk to me like that!

Not now, not with all
that I'm going through!

Mom, you're seriously gonna play...

Play the cancer card? You're damn Skippy.

And I'll be irrational,
and I'll make bad decisions,

and I can play
the cancer card all I want,

because I'm the one with the damn cancer!

And talking to both of you

makes it true.

Hey. Hey.

But, luckily, Dr. DeLuca
was here to take over for me.

- Wow. I wish I could've seen that.
- Mm.

Are you okay?

We're sorry.

For what?

You don't have to be sorry.

Today was a really scary day.

And I'm gonna need both of you
to help me for a little while.

You can start by going into my wallet,

getting some money,
getting yourself some pizza.

Aunt Claire is starving, so save me some.

Yes, ma'am. Okay.

- You can't eat, Claire.
- Shh.

It makes them feel better to help.

Ohh, I can't believe I almost died.

Well, you were in good hands.

Thank you for saving my life.

You're very welcome.

And you.

Thank you for making me stay.

Yeah.

Hey. Hey.

Honestly, Owen, I'm... I'm too tired.

I gave Teddy my job.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

'Cause I want her to stay.

I want her here. I want the baby here.

Clearly.

It's the truth, Amelia,

and I have to be able
to tell you the truth.

I have to be able to make mistakes,

because there is no clear path here.

The only thing I know for sure

is that I am having a baby with Teddy

and that I have a very real
family with you,

and I don't want to do
any of it without you.

I miss you.

I miss us.

I don't need time.

I need you.

What took you so long?

I was paralyzed.

- Seriously...
- No, literally.

- What?
- Yeah, it was weird. It was...

- Are you...
- Yeah.

It was, like...

What?

Cheat Day.

Mm...

You're about, what, 16 weeks, right?

Do you work for a carnival?

Every other week. Want a ticket?

I'm Tom.

I'm sorry.

I can't hear you over
the smell of those fries.

Oh, here.

Here. Do your worst.

I have feet on my hands.

I'm not gonna feed you unless I have to.

- I don't even know you.
- Well, that's on you.

I tried to introduce myself.

Teddy Altman. New Chief of Trauma.

I know.

Tom Koracick,
world-renowned neurosurgeon.

- Oh.
- We good?

- Better.
- Hmm.

You really want one, don't you?

- I really do.
- Yeah.

Here.

Mmm!

Help comes in many forms.

- Mm-hmm.
- All right.

A kidney, a kind gesture,

a friend to light your way.

Still...

too often we insist
on doing it ourselves.

What's he doing?

Trying to touch his eyeball.

Why?

Because I want to look
as different as I feel.

Ugh.

- Do you want me to do it?
- Yes, please.

We're afraid of looking weak,

of not being tough.

Truth is, we're all capable

of walking through the world
by ourselves.

I take it back.

- What?
- I don't blame you for being stressed.

Three kids is no joke.

And you run a department,

win awards.

I'm shocked you're not more stressed.

Well, trust me...

I'm having a glass of wine with Thor,

and all I'm doing is thinking about

how much stuff I have to do tomorrow.

What?

You like me.

I don't dislike you.

Which is an improvement
from this morning, right?

I won't be offended
if you have to check that.

I'm gonna give myself a moment.

I have figured out
why you run so much, though.

You eat more junk food
than any surgeon I've ever met.

One perk of being a cancer kid...

I get to eat whatever I want,

and no one can tell me no.

Yes! But most of the time,

life is better with company.

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