(Opens seeing Meredith through a rain covered window into her bedroom)
MVO: Intimacy is a four-syllable word for, "Here are my heart and soul.
(Meredith is writing a check to Roseridge home for extended care)
MVO: Please grind them into a hamburger and enjoy."
(Meredith licks envelope)
MVO: It's both desired and feared,
(Izzie walks into the bathroom, George is in the shower)
MVO: difficult to live with...
George: Uh, excuse me! Excuse me!
(Izzie is brushing teeth and walks out)
MVO: ...and impossible to live without.
(George peeks out in the shower)
George: Is that my toothbrush?!
(Meredith is flipping through pictures and stops on one of the little girls in a wagon, with a man and woman standing around it)
MVO: Intimacy also comes attached to life's three R's: Relatives, romance and roommates.
(Izzie walks in wearing her underwear and t-shirt and brushing her teeth)
Izzie: Coffee?
MVO: There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know.
Meredith (to Izzie): Hello, kitty.
(Seattle scenes)
(Screen flashes 4:30 am and siren wails in the background)
(Seattle Grace parking lot, everyone getting out of Meredith's jeep)
George: You don't understand. Me gonads, you ovaries.
Izzie: Oh, that reminds me. We are out of tampons.
George: You're parading through the bathroom in your underwear when I'm naked in the shower.
Izzie: Can you add it to your list, please?
George: What?!
Izzie: Tampons
Meredith: To the list, it's your turn.
George (yelling): I am a man! I don't buy girl products! I don't want you walking in while I'm in the shower, and I don't want to see you in your underwear.
Izzie: It doesn't bother me, ok? Look at me in my underwear, George. Take your time. It's no big deal.
...
Daisy is seen smiling as she stands outside with her packmates chopping down some trees for wood later on in the year when it's dried out enough to burn.
It's always good to chop wood months to even a whole year in advance and let it dry out, before you burn it.
She stood outside in only cut off jean shorts and a sports bra (like usual when at home) swinging her axe at the tree.
Leah and Seth were kicking the soccer ball back and forth, in similar outfits (the same for Leah, minus the sports bra for Seth).
After she chopped a tree down, she got to work breaking it up into smaller pieces.
When she was completely finished chopping wood, she had a whole stack of wood.
Daisy: Alright guys, get this into the shed to dry out with the other piles of wood.
Seth and Leah followed her orders and the three of them spent the next half hour living wood into the shed.
Daisy: We should probably get started on breakfast and then get to work and school. We'll have long days ahead of us. Also, your lunches need to be packed, so tell me what you want and I'll pack it up. You have a choice between left over steak fajitas, hamburger casserole, or sandwiches either ham, turkey, or pb and j.
Daisy said as they walked inside.
Leah: Can I have the steak fajitas.
Leah asked.
Seth: Oh! I want some of the hamburger casserole please!
Daisy: Alright, what do you want on the side? We got rice and beans, and then we also have mash potatoes and steamed broccoli.
Leah: I got rice and beans.
Seth: The broccoli and potatoes please.
Seth said.
Daisy nodded as she started to pack their lunches, making sure to leave some of the steak fajitas for herself, she then made sure each had a banana muffin for dessert and also packed them a drink of their choice.
Leah wanted a watermelon monster and Seth wanted sweet tea.
She went for a mountain dew herself.
Daisy: Alright, lunches are packed. Now what do you guys want for breakfast?
Daisy asked them.
Seth: Oh! Pancakes and sausage! And hash browns too!
Seth shouted excitedly.
Leah's head snapped up.
Leah: That sounds good. (Leah said with a smile on her face.)
Daisy: Alright, go get changed for work/school while I cook breakfast.
Daisy said to them.
Seth/Leah: Yes Alpha.
The two said as they ran up the stairs to their rooms.
Daisy immediately got to work.
Starting with putting the hash browns in a pan to crisp up, putting some salt and a hint of pepper on them as they start to cook.
She grabbed the sausage patties out of the fridge and got to work on them.
Then mixed up her pancake batter, starting to cook those up as well.
Breakfast was ready a half hour later (they'd been up since 3 doing work, and playing around.) everyone sat around the table, enjoying their breakfasts and talking about what they were excited for going into work and school.
Daisy went upstairs to change, whilst Leah and Seth did the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, or cleaned up the ingredients from breakfast.
After that was done, Daisy told them goodbye as they all rode away on their motorcycles.
They really should get a car or two sooner rather than later.
...
(Interns are entering the hospital; car alarm beeps in the background)
(SGH locker room, interns are standing around, getting dressed and ready for pre-rounds)
Bailey: You are the first person they see in the morning. You say please. You say thank you. You apologize for waking them up.
(Alex enters, late and gets a glare from Bailey)
Bailey: You make them feel good about you. Why is that important? Cause then they'll talk to you and tell you what's wrong. Why is that important? Because then you can tell you're attending what they need to know during rounds. And why is that important? Because if you make your resident look bad, she'll torture you until you beg for your mama. Now get out there. I want pre-rounds done by 5:30 am.
Alex (to Izzie): Morning, Dr. Model.
Izzie: Dr. Evil Spawn.
Alex: (shines light on Izzie stomach) Ooh, nice tat. They airbrush that out for that catalog?
Izzie: I don't know. What do they do for the 666 on your skull?
Alex: Ooo
Meredith (to Cristina and Daisy): I'd better get good patients today. Yesterday I had two guys with colostomies who needed dressing changes every 15 minutes.
Cristina: I'm gonna be in surgery. Today's my day.
Meredith: On what?
Cristina: Like I'd tell you.
Meredith: What do you know?
Daisy: Is it exciting?
Cristina: Like I'd tell you.
Meredith: What do you know?
Cristina: I know that I was here at 4:00 and you didn't get here till 4:30 and 4:35.
Meredith: Tell me.
Cristina: No. I'm not the intern who's screwing an attending.
Meredith: I am not screw...
Daisy: Hey, I haven't screwed any attending! (Daisy whisper yelled at Cristina.)
(Leaves locker room and runs into Derek)
Meredith (to Derek): You're here early.
Derek: I have a chordotomy at 5:00. I'll be out at 6:00. I thought I might buy your breakfast before your rounds.
Meredith: I've already eaten.
Derek: What'd you have?
Meredith: None of your business.
Derek: You a cereal person? Straight out of the box? Or all fruit and fiber-y? (He laughs) Pancakes? Do you like pancakes?
Meredith: Fine, leftover grilled cheese. Curiosity satisfied?
Derek: That's sad. It's pathetic. A good day starts with a good breakfast.
Meredith: Look, I'm not being seen with you in this hospital. Learn it, live it. It's unprofessional.
Derek: I'm just an attending getting to know one of his interns.
Meredith: He slept with the intern
Derek: Barely knew her.
Meredith: And it should stay that way.
Derek: You want me to be professional? I'll be professional.
Meredith: That's what I want.
Derek: Then that's what you get.
Meredith: You're gonna be late for your chordotomy.
Derek: Nice talking to you, Dr. Grey.
...
Daisy walked quietly into a patient's room, being careful not to turn the lights on.
She didn't want to blind Mrs. Barns since she was still asleep.
But she did need to check on her IV, make her take her morning pain meds.
She also wanted to make sure she was comfortable and ask if she needed anything.
It's always good to ask the patient and maybe she'd tell Daisy if there's anything wrong with her. Or if she's uncomfortable.
Daisy: Mrs. Barns, can you wake up for me please? (Daisy said softly.)
The woman slowly woke up with a small groan.
Daisy: I'm sorry to wake you Mrs. Barns, but I need to check your IV and give you your morning pain meds. If that's alright.
Mrs. Barns: Alright dear, go ahead. You're by far nicer than the one they had yesterday. (She said with a small content smile.)
Daisy: Thank you, that means a lot to me. (Daisy said with a small smile on her face.)
Daisy goes around and checks her IV, exchanging the bags since the other one was almost empty. She then administered the pain medication through the IV, and made sure to give her, her pills.
Then she wrote what she did down on her chart.
Daisy: Alright Mrs. Barns, is there anything I can do for you, or anything you'd like me to get. Maybe order your breakfast or something?
Mrs. Barns: No, that's alright dear. Thank you though. The other one didn't ask these things or really talk to me much so you're doing far better than him.
Daisy: That's so sweet. Well, I'll leave you alone now, just page me or a nurse if you do need anything.
Daisy left the room with a smile on her face.
...
(Bailey at desk)
Bailey: Has anyone seen the floor chart on the new admission?
(Cristina opens the door, flips on the light to a room)
Woman: You always come in like that, bang the light on?
Cristina: You're Elizabeth Fallon?
Liz: What does my chart say?
Cristina: It says you used to be a nurse here.
Liz: A scrub nurse
Cristina: And you have abdominal mass consistent with pancreatic cancer.
Liz: Oh, and you are hoping they're gonna give me a Whipple. Pancreatic duodectomy. This hospital sees those maybe once every six months. That's why you got here at 4:30, huh?
Cristina: 4:00
Liz: Grabbed my chart before anybody else could see it. Impress Dr. Burke with your pre-round exam so you'd be the logical intern for him to ask to scrub in. Ha-Ha! I know all the tricks, doctor.
Cristina: Yang. Cristina Yang.
Liz: I'll call you Cristina. You call me Nurse Fallon.
(Scene: Izzie entering Mr. Humphrey's room, quietly)
Izzie: My Humphrey? Mr. Humphrey, I'm sorry to wake you.
Mr. Humphrey: Come on. What time is it?
Izzie: Ten after 5. I'm sorry. I just need to do a brief exam. If you could sit up for one moment. Thanks. This might be a little bit cold, so just take a deep breath. If you could just take a deep breath.
Mr. Humphrey: You're not a doctor.
Izzie: I'm Dr. Stevens but you can call me Izzie. I'll be helping Dr. Bailey with your biopsy this morning.
Mr. Humphrey: No, I don't think so, no.
Izzie: Mr. Humphrey, this will just take a moment.
(Mr. Humphrey digs around on the nightstand.)
Mr. Humphrey: No, get me Dr. Bailey or Dr. Victor.
Izzie: I just need to do a brief—
Mr. Humphrey: You don't need to do anything. Is this you?
(Opens magazine to the photo spread of Izzie in her underwear)
Mr. Humphrey: Huh? Is this you? It is, isn't it? You know, get out of my room.
Izzie: Mr. Humphrey?
Mr. Humphrey: Get out of my room.
(Izzie leaves a bit frustrated)
(George, Daisy, and Meredith walking through the hallway)
George: There needs to be some rules.
Daisy: For what?
George: The house.
Daisy hummed.
Meredith: So, what, we can walk around in our underwear on alternate Tuesdays, or you could see bras but not panties? Or are you talking Amish rules? Because if you think you're gonna get Izzie to cover herself?
Daisy: Wait, is that what this is about?
George: The amount of flesh exposed is not the point. You have to do something. It's your house.
Meredith: It's my mother's house.
George: Meredith?
Meredith: Do you like Izzie? Is that what this is about? Do you have a crush on Izzie?
George: Izzie? No. I don't like Izzie. Izzie? No. She's not the one I'm attracted to.
Meredith: Not the one. So, there's one.
George: This is not...Look, there just have to be some rules.
Daisy: Wait, if it's Meredith's house shouldn't she decide the rules. If you don't like how something is, then you should compromise or move out.
George attempted a glare at her, but she wasn't affected by it.
Daisy: Man up George. (Daisy said as she walked away with Meredith.)
Meredith: I've heard the same thing all morning, I mean, he won't even buy tampons because he said a real man shouldn't be doing that.
Daisy scoffed.
Daisy: You're kidding me right?
Meredith: Sadly not.
Daisy: Seth, my male roommate, bought tampons for us all the time when we were younger. It's nothing to be ashamed of. What's he going to do if he ever gets a girlfriend, if that's his thing ya know?
Meredith: I have got no idea, but I agree with you.
(Enter the hallway, Bailey is at a desk)
Bailey: O'Malley, Grey, get Karev and head down to Trauma. Shepherd needs you. Black, go down to the pit, see if the nurses have anything for you to do.
Daisy: Will do. (She leaves for the pit. Now any normal intern would complain about continuously being sent down to the pit because all that's there is a lot of people needing sutures, or people with broken bones, but, Daisy actually enjoys the pit. You get continuous work, and maybe you find a surgical case, you get to jump in on it sometimes. So she didn't care what the others would get to do, and focused on her patients. Unlike some doctors.)
Meredith: Shepherd's in surgery.
Bailey: He got pulled before he could start.
(Interns exit the elevator and enter the trauma room)
Meredith: Those look like—
Derek: Nails.
(Show x-ray screen of man with 7 nails in his head)
Man: I can't see my hands.
George: Oh my God! He's conscious.
Alex: Breathe deeply George. You won't pass out.
Derek: Use 4 mg's of morphine. Titrate up to 10. You know what? I don't want him to move.
Man: I can't see.
Meredith: It's ok. We need you to be very still, Mr?
Doctor: Cruz, Jorge Cruz. He tripped and fell down a flight of stairs holding a nail gun.
Alex: Sick.
Derek: Somehow he managed to miss a blood vessel. That's a minor miracle. Optic nerves have been affected. Can you feel this? Numbness on his right side. What's our immediate concern?
Meredith: Infection.
Derek: Right. I wanna be pulling these nails out in the next half-hour. I need a CT.
Doctor: CT's are down.
Derek: What?
Doctor: They exchanged them out last night. Computers crashed; have them back up by 1:00.
Derek: So typical. So what are the options?
George: An MRI?
Derek: No!
Alex: Brilliant. The man's got nails in his head. Let's put him in a giant magnet. You want films from three axis points and a C-arm in surgery.
Derek: Excellent! You guys dig up research and find out if this has ever happened before. Go!
Jorge: My wife, my wife, my wife.
Doctor: She's on the way.
Meredith: Your wife is on the way, Mr. Cruz.
Derek: Stay with him, keep him calm and look for changes.
Jorge: Ohh. I can't see.
(Nurse Fallon's room, Cristina is presenting rounds)
Cristina: Fifty-five-year-old woman with adenocarcinoma of the pancreas. Has had radiation therapy to reduce the tumor load. Rates her abdominal pain three out of ten. Positive nausea, but no vomiting. Diarrhea, hematochazia, melena, afebrile with T-max 37-2 and stable vital signs. Lab is significant for a total ability of seven and elevated liver enzymes.
Burke: Thank you, Dr. Yang.
Liz: Aggressive little witch, isn't she? She stole my chart during pre-rounds so she could scrub in on my surgery. She's hoping for a Whipple.
Chief Webber: Well, actually, Liz, I was gonna give you to Meredith Grey.
Liz: Ellis's daughter?
Chief Webber: Yes, she's an intern this year. Thought you'd have something to talk about.
Liz: Oh, I doubt that. I was Ellis's scrub nurse for 18 years, practically living with that woman. I didn't meet that daughter once.
Burke: Well, anyway, Shepherd has her on the guy with the nails in his head.
Cristina: There's a guy with nails in his head?
Burke: Seven of them. shot himself in the head with a nail gun.
Cristina: "Nail" nails?
Burke: Sixteen pennies, three and a half inches long.
Cristina: Wait, and he's still alive?
Burke: Fully conscious. Should be a pretty interesting surgery.
Chief Webber: But I guess you've got the Whipple.
Burke: I'm gonna need a full blood work-up and abdominal CT.
Chief Webber: CT's are down this morning.
Burke: Then an MRI. She needs an enema, an ERCP for a stent and brush biopsy this afternoon.
Chief Webber: Take care of her. Liz is an institution around here.
(Burke and Webber leave)
Liz: Good call doctor. Grey's got the human two-by-four, and you have the institution in need of an enema.
...
(Scene shift to the pit, it's overrun with many patients and the nurses look over worked.)
Daisy: Hey Nurse Patty, can I help out anywhere?
(Nurse Patty is one of the nurses always in charge of the Pit, she's about in her early 50's with greying brown hair and blue-grey eyes.)
Nurse Patty: Oh thank God you're here, apparently every attending is too busy upstairs to even come down to the pit, and there's only two interns and a resident down here, but they're focused on a collapsed lung patient. We're stretched thin and we've been paging for someone to come help, but everyone's busy.
Daisy: Well, just point me to who needs me the most, and we'll work our way down the line.
Nurse Patty: Bed four, has a possible concussion, and a bad head bleed, got hit with a two by four at work, wasn't wearing a helmet.
Daisy gave her a curious look.
Nurse Patty: Construction worker.
Daisy: Ah, that makes sense. Alright I'll order a head CT and I'll stitch him up.
Nurse Patty: CT scanner is down. We just got a new one.
Daisy: (groans) Okay, let's order an MRI then.
Nurse Patty: Alright, I'll do that.
Daisy walked over towards bed four and saw the man in a work outfit, holding a cloth up to his forehead.
Daisy: Hello sir, I'm Dr. Black, and I'll be working with you today. Let's see that wound.
(He slowly pulls the rag away and shows a long gash on his forehead, about 7 inches long.)
Daisy went and gently pressed on the wound with a pair of gloves on, just to see how deep it was.
The man winced in pain.
Daisy: Alright sir, I'm going to stitch that up quickly for you, and then we'll get you a MRI scan to make sure there's no internal damage. I'll also need to check your eyes to make sure you don't have a concussion.
She flashes her light into his eyes. Pupils are dilated and not reacting too much to the light, which wasn't good.
Daisy: Alright sir, can you follow my finger please.
The man tried, but it didn't seem as if his eyes wanted to move at all.
She believed he had a concussion, but better safe than sorry, she made sure he got up to the MRI safely and asked someone to page Neuro just to make sure he was taken care of, before she headed back down the pit and continued her rounds.
She mostly worked on her suturing, helping Ortho reset and then cast broken bones, and did check ups on patients experiencing back and stomach pain.
She also took the time to write up and finish her charting, and continued to make rounds on the pit patients.
Much to the relief of the nurses, they could only do so much on their own after all.
...
(Scene Jorge's trauma room)
Meredith: You'd say your healths been good recently?
Jorge: Maybe some headaches. Nothing compared to now. Sona, that's my wife. Sona, she'll say "Why you think they call it a g*n, moron?" She hates the damn things.
Meredith: With good reason.
(Derek and Sona enter)
Sona: Baby?
Jorge: Sona. You are in so much trouble.
Derek: Get a history from her before you scrub in.
Meredith: Ok.
Derek: Thank you.
(Research room)
George: 23. People have been accidentally shot in the head with nails 23 times.
Alex: One was attempted suicide, doesn't count.
George: Oh, so he pointed a nail g*n at his head on purpose? That makes me feel better.
Alex: So, uh, Grey and Stevens really walk around in their underwear?
George: Not all the time. I mean, some of the time, you know. But not all the time.
Alex: Sexy underwear?
George: Yeah, I mean...
Alex: And they just, uh, let you look at them?
George: Well, uh yeah.
Alex: Like sisters.
George: No, well, not like sisters. (Laughs) I don't think of them as sisters.
Alex: But they're not coming on to you.
George: Not exactly.
Alex: They don't expect you to do anything.
George: No. But—
Alex: Like sisters. Just like sisters.
(Bailey enters scrub room)
Bailey: Is he prepped?
Izzie: I think they're doing it right now.
Bailey: You think? He's having a prostate biopsy. Trust me. If you'd been in there, you'd know.
(Bailey enters and after a minute Izzie follows)
Bailey: Ok, Mr. Humphrey. We're gonna get started.
Mr. Humphrey: Get her out of here. I want her out of here! Just get her out of here!
Bailey: Wait, Mr. Humphrey.
Mr. Humphrey: Just you go! Now! Just go now!
(Izzie leaves)
Bailey: Hey, relax! Relax, Mr. Humphrey.
(Hospital hallway)
Sona: Will he be able to see again?
Meredith: We won't know until the nails come out.
Sona: Did he tell you he takes photos? Beautiful photos. It's his hobby. I just got him a new digital camera now he can't stop, you know? He always has it out, always taking pictures of me.
Meredith: Jorge said he's been having headaches. Can you tell me about them? Have they been recent?
Sona: Um, I'm not sure. Maybe the last couple of months.
Meredith: Have you seen him experience any dizziness or disorientation?
Sona: Yes, yes, I have.
Meredith: Ok.
(Bailey exits room, Izzie is waiting in the hall)
Bailey: You want to tell me what that was all about?
Izzie: Nothing. He's probably just crazy or something. (Pause) Bethany Whisper.
Bailey: What?
Izzie: Bethany Whisper. I did a new Bethany Whisper lingerie ad. He saw it in a magazine.
Bailey: You got time to pose for magazines?
Izzie: No, the sh**t was last year. It just came out.
Bailey: So because he saw you in a thong—
Izzie: It wasn't a thong.
Bailey: You're hiding out in the hallway.
Izzie: I just think it might be easier if you assign another intern.
Bailey: Easy is not in your job description. You are a doctor. He is a patient. He's your patient. Biopsy these. If they come back positive, I expect to see you in surgery. (Pause) Hey, you're on this. You understand me?
(Scene scrub room for Derek's OR)
Derek: Vertiginous or light-headedness?
Meredith: Light-headed. Sometimes he'd have to brace himself to get out of bed.
Derek: Could be a million things. Simple orthostasis. What?
Meredith: What made him fall down the stairs with a nail gun?
Derek: He said he tripped. Just because you hear hoof beats, don't assume zebras.
Meredith: Something caused him to lose consciousness and fall down the stairs. He could have a tumor.
Derek: Look, I have no idea why this guy's still alive, let alone moving and talking. Not a clue. Let's just get him through this before we start digging around for something else. (Into phone)
Shepherd. 23 cases?
Alex: One as attempted su1c1de.
Derek: Yeah, that doesn't count. Talk about procedure.
George: Biggest problems were bleeding and infection but the odds improved with shorter surgery times.
Alex: Bottom line was get them out quickly and watch for bleeding.
Derek: I got it. Other words, I'm on my own.
(Research room, George gets up to leave, Alex is flipping through a magazine)
George: You coming?
Alex: Dude, I don't need an escort. Go. Go ahead. (George leaves) Well, well, well. Dr. Bethany Whisper. That's so nice.
(SGH parking lot)
(Scene copy machine, Alex making copies while whistling and humming.)
(Jorge's OR)
Jorge: She had this thing for red when we met. Red car, red dresses, red hats. Personally, I hated the color. Too obvious, you know? But a couple years ago, I took her up to the mountains. She was in a red dress, and there was this field of red poppies, I think. And she jumped out of the car and ran into them and started laughing at all the red.
(Dr. Bailey leaving Mr. Humphrey's room)
Bailey: The good news is it hasn't spread from his prostate to his lymph nodes.
Dr. Victor: With a radical prostatectomy, we could probably get it all. Good prognosis.
Bailey: Spare some nerves? Give him a chance at a normal sex life?
Dr. Victor: Young puppies like to take chances with cancer. Old dogs like me, we do what works.
Bailey: Yes, sir, of course.
Dr. Victor: We are on the schedule tomorrow?
Bailey: 10:00 am
Dr. Victor: Good. Maybe I can squeeze in a round.
(Dr. Victor walks away)
Bailey: An ass who deals in Asses. We call him "Limp Harry." He never spares the nerves.
...
Daisy takes a break from her patient assessments, finally after hours of doing so, she takes her lunch break.
Eating the leftover fajitas, rice, and beans she hummed contently.
Once she was finished with her lunch she immediately went back down to the pit.
Just in time to see a gunshot victim being wheeled into the pit.
Daisy: What have we got?
Nurse Patty: GSW to the gut.
Daisy: Alrighty let's check him out, hopefully he doesn't need surgery, everyone is swamped upstairs.
She walked over towards the man and could see him bleeding profusely from his gut.
Flashback
Daisy walked into the downstairs cellar, finding her fellow Soldier(who had been thought to be dead after an explosion, in a cryochamber missing a leg, and he had burns up and down his body.)
A man, who she was after, part of project centipede, stood before her.
They talk, Mike wakes up, he tells Mike to shoot her.
(This is before she has her inhuman powers)
Mike refuses, and walked upstairs.
Quin(his last name) takes a gun out of his jacket and shoots her in the gut.
At first she has no idea what's going on, until she feels the raw pain.
She looks down at her hand that had automatically went to clutch the wound.
Red spilling over her fingers like a water fall.
She gasped in shock.
Allowing Quin the time to walk up and hold her to him, he shoots her once again, directly in the gut, right above his last shot.
The bullet is shot in close range, hurting her even harder than the last bullet.
"I'm sorry but I have my orders to." Is the last thing Daisy remembers besides dragging herself towards the door.
She'd later find out that some miracle drug made out of alien blood kept her alive.
Flashback end
Daisy shook herself out of that memory.
Leah MM: Alpha, are you okay? (Worry palpable in her voice.)
Seth MM: I remember that, our connection was so weak, and we couldn't hear your thoughts for days after, you were very weak.
Daisy MM: I'm okay guys, just a case I'm working on that reminded me of that time.
She looked the man over, luckily the bullet missed any major organs (unlike the two bullets she suffered from) and all she needed to do was clear the wound, pack it, and then wrap it up.
She ordered pain meds for him, and then admitted him into the hospital since he'd need to stay so they could check up on his health regularly, and to make sure he didn't get an infection, or that his immune system gets shot.
She then continued on with her other patients.
...
(Jorge's OR)
Chief Webber: As you can see, the patient has shot seven nails directly into the skull without doing significant damage other than the optic nerve, and we may be able to save that. The idea is to remove the nails at exactly the angle they entered. Any wiggle, and we risk doing more damage than when they went in.
(Gallery)
Daisy walks in, taking a break from the now, much calmer and less full pit. She was basically in control of the whole pit today, giving out orders to the nurses, helping patients, paging for consults, ordering test, administering medicine.
No one even questioned her.
She took charge and they just followed along.
Hell, even the resident followed her orders.
Never trying to take over.
He said he'd tell Bailey about how well she'd worked down there, and he also wished his interns were as competent as she was. He said it would've made his job so much easier.
Cristina: Where are they? Move over.
George: They're just pulling them out. Hey, I heard you got a Whipple.
Cristina: A maybe Whipple. Burke is running my butt off. Oh, man. Look at those films!
Daisy: If a doctor is making you run around then it's possible that they want you to learn a lesson, or are laughing at your misery.
Chief Webber smirked, seems like she knows what she's talking about about. And it was true! Nurse Fallon wanted to die in the hospital she spent her life working at.
He'd also heard nothing but positive comments towards Dr. Black, he'd have to keep his eyes on her.
Alex: (Evil laugh) It's a Hellraiser
(OR)
Woman: Maybe try an 87.
Man: Small increase then it will stabilize.
(Derek pulls out a nail)
Derek: Gelfoam.
Nurse: Here you go.
(Gallery)
Cristina: There goes the third grade.
Burke: Dr. Yang did you put in the blood work?
Cristina: Oh, right before I got here.
Burke: Hmm. Take her to Radiology for the MRI. Beep me when you're done. (Cristina sighs) You want the Whipple, right?
Cristina: Yeah.
(Cristina leaves, Izzie enters)
Cristina: Hey.
Izzie: Hey. Here. My share of the grocery money. When are you going?
George: Tonight.
Izzie: Ok, seriously, George. Please don't.
George: Yeah, could we not talk about it here?
Izzie: What, tampons?
George: Did you not hear a word I said?
Izzie: You're a man. We know.
Daisy: No, he's a boy. Boy's complain about buying womenly products. Men actually buy the products because they know that they're no less masculine for helping a woman out.
George again, attempts a glare.
Izzie points to Daisy in agreement.
Alex: Talk about shrinking the salamander.
(Scene: Elevator)
Liz: I always divided surgeons into two categories: Those that remember the names of their patients and those who didn't. They all remember their surgeries, of course. Every damn suture.
Cristina: But the good ones remember the names, right?
Liz: I didn't say that. Now, some of the best ones, you know, distance themselves on purpose. They believe that the personal stuff clouds the medicine.
Woman: Hi, Liz.
Liz: Hey.
Cristina: But? I'm waiting for the "but." I'm sure there's a big fat qualifier coming.
Man: Hey, Liz.
Liz: Hey!
Man: Looking good.
Liz: Oh you liar!
Man 2: How you doing honey?
Liz: Oh fabulous, just fabulous.
Woman 2: Hey, Liz.
Liz: Hey.
Man 3: Hey, Liz.
(Jorge's OR)
Derek: Bleeding?
Doctor: It's clean.
Derek: All right. Way to go, team. Good job, everybody. Thank you. I don't think we made it worse. The big question is the optic nerve. We'll know in the morning.
Meredith: Should I order the MRI?
Derek: He needs to stabilize. We'll do it tomorrow.
(Hallway exiting gallery)
Man: One of the most amazing things I ever saw.
Cristina: Is it over? Hey, is it over?
Man 2: Yeah, it's over.
(Cristina stops to read OR board)
Cristina (loudly): Hey, does Burke have a Whipple scheduled?
Cristina: Dr. Burke, I wanted to know if you've seen Nurse Fallon's labs.
Burke: I have.
Cristina: They're getting worse. The stent doesn't seem to be helping her jaundice.
Burke: No.
Cristina: Should we be doing something?
Burke: We are.
Cristina: Oh, I noticed you didn't have the Whipple on the board. Do you want me to schedule it for you?
Burke: I want to see the results of her biopsy, and have a look at her overnight labs.
Cristina: Overnight?
Burke: You're on-call, right?
Cristina: Um sure, yeah.
Burke: Well, good. Stick with her.
Cristina: Well, you're still doing the surgery, right? Y-you're still doing the Whipple?
Burke: The woman has pancreatic cancer, Dr. Yang. We're gonna do something.
Cristina: Ok. Ok.
(Nurse Fallon's room)
Liz: Kiss the baby for me.
Woman: I will. Get some sleep, Liz.
Liz: Ok. Good night.
Woman: See you later, hon.
Man: Bye-bye Liz.
(Meredith enters)
Liz: Oh. Your mom's a bigger woman.
Meredith: You were her scrub nurse.
Liz: Liz Fallon. Come in.
Meredith: Meredith Grey. She wanted me to send her regards.
Liz: That doesn't sound like her.
Meredith: Excuse me?
Liz: Well, the Ellis Grey I know didn't have regards for anyone except Ellis Grey. But you know that already, don't you? Where is she now?
Meredith: Traveling.
Liz: Traveling?
Meredith: Yeah.
Liz: Huh. Is she practicing?
Meredith: Not so much.
Liz: Oh. Doesn't sound like her, either. She was all work, just like me. She never left the hospital. But you know that, too, don't you? Is she well?
Meredith: She's fine.
Liz: Good.
Meredith: Just wanted to send her regards. Take care.
Liz: Yeah.
(Meredith and Ellis at the rest home)
Meredith: I think there were taken at the old house. (Opens photo album) There's you in your scrubs.
Ellis: Who is that?
Meredith: That's dad.
Ellis: Who?
Meredith: Your husband. Thatcher Grey. You called him Thatch.
Ellis: Thatch.
Meredith: That's the red wagon he got me for my birthday. I'm about four years old in this photo. This is your family.
Ellis: Sure, sure.
Meredith: I saw Liz Fallon at the hospital today.
Ellis: (Laughing) Liz. I love her. How is she? Is she still a scrub nurse? She was excellent.
...
Daisy is once again at home, today is her day off so she doesn't have to go into work.
Seth doesn't have school either, and currently Leah isn't on a case.
Leah: So, what are we doing today?
Seth: Maybe we can go for a run?
Daisy: Sounds good to me. Maybe I'll also grill out today too.
The two other wolves excitedly nodded.
I mean, they hadn't been able to run(without having to chase vampires or go on patrol) since they'd gotten to Seattle.
But they couldn't wait to do so.
They quickly stripped down, shifting easily, as if it's second nature(which it was by now) and then standing there for a second
Leah MM: Race you!
Seth MM: You're so on!
Daisy MM: First one to the tree line and back gets to decide what type of meat I'll be cooking on the grill tonight.
Then the three were off, running as fast as their four paws would let them.
Leah was the first to reach the treeline, much to her delight.
She decided on burgers for dinner.
Much to Seth's relief.
Leah had been on a grilled chicken binge for awhile and whilst he liked grilled chicken, eating it two to three times a week was not something he wanted to do again.
The three continued their run, playing different games like tag or hide n seek in the woods in their wolf forms.
They weren't allowed to use the mind link to find the others, but everything else was free game.
Somehow, and don't ask how, because even Daisy didn't know, she ended up in a tree.
So she definitely won that round.
When they were done with their runs, Seth and Leah ran to the store to get the ingredients for dinner while Daisy started up the grill.
She also started with prep work as well.
When the two got home, she seasoned the patties like usual (using onion powder, garlic powder, chili seasoning, oregano, salt, and pepper) and then put them onto the grill.
About 7-8 minutes on each side and then she set them down to rest.
The two hungry wolves got to decide how they wanted their potatoes, whether they wanted fries or fried(you know like when you cut them up and fry them on the stove in some oil? Some people call the home fries) potatoes.
They decided on home fries.
Then they went to work building their plates up and eating whilst watching a baseball game.
Something they've always done back in La Push.
...
(Bathroom at Meredith's house, George is in the shower, Izzie is in her underwear)
Izzie: I reminded you before you went.
George: I forgot when I got there.
Izzie: No, no. You were so passive-aggressive. (Opens shower door)
George: Naked. I am naked in the shower.
Izzie: They're just tampons, George. I really need tampons. God! (Meredith enters) I'm not riding in the same car with him.
Meredith: Unless you're going like that, you're not riding with me. (Opens cabinet) Where are the tampons?
Izzie: He didn't buy them.
Meredith: You didn't buy them?
George: Men don't buy tampons.
Izzie: You know what. You are gonna have to get over the man thing, George. We're women! We have vaginas! Get used to it.
George: I am not your sister.
(Scene: SGH hallway)
Derek: Grilled cheese again?
Meredith: Cold pizza.
Derek: Is he awake?
Meredith: Even better.
Derek: Really? Let's see what his nurse says. (Enters Jorge's room) Hi, Sona, Jorge. How are you this morning?
Sona: Tell them what color my dress is, Jorge.
Jorge: I'd know the answer to that even if I couldn't see.
(Scene: SGH entryway)
Izzie: I'm taking the elevator. Take the stairs.
George: I was going to anyway.
Izzie: Good! Hold it. Thank you. (The elevator is full of men laughing) What?
(Elevator doors close and there is a picture of Izzie as Bethany Whisper on the doors)
(Scene: Cristina enters Nurse Fallon's room)
Liz: You don't wake a patient like that. What do I have to do to get through to you?
Cristina: Cut me some slack. I was on call last night. I didn't get much sleep.
Liz: Oh, stop whining. You'd rather be here, and you know it. What you got waiting for you at home? Boyfriend?
Cristina: Nope.
Liz: A girlfriend?
Cristina: Nope.
Liz: A pet? Family?
Cristina: A bed.
Liz: We got plenty of beds here. I don't feel sorry for you. This is who we are. This is our lives. You tell her, Dr. Burke.
Cristina: Can I talk to you?
(Another hallway)
Man: Hey, come on, come on.
Man 2: Let's go.
Man 3: What's going on?
Woman: Excuse me. What's going on?
(George tries to block Izzie from entering the locker room)
Izzie: George, stop.
(Izzie enters the locker room to find pictures of her posted all over. There is whistling and cheering.)
Alex: Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh! We have Bethany Whisper in our locker room. Oh, boy, I guess they do airbrush out the tattoo, don't they?
Izzie: You want to see it? You really want to see it? Fine. (Takes off her coat) Let's look at that tattoo up close and personal, shall we? (Takes off shirt) And what are these? Oh, my God! Breasts! How does anybody practice medicine hauling these things around? (Takes hair down) And what do we got back here? Let's see if I remember my anatomy. (Takes pants off) Glutes, right? Let's study them, shall we? Gather around and check out the booty that put Izzie Stevens through med school. Have you had enough or should I continue? Because I have a few more very interesting tattoos. (Alex looks ashamed) You want to call me Dr. Model? That's fine. Just remember that while you're sitting on 200 grand of student loans I'm out of debt. (Storms off)
Liz: But if I know Ellis Grey, she made the nursing home sign a contract to that effect.
Meredith: You know my mother well.
Liz: What a bitch.
(Both laugh)
(Scene: Outside SGH)
Izzie: The woman's life was this hospital. It was her home. It's a sweet thing for them to do.
Cristina: It's a waste of a bed, and it's a waste of my time.
Meredith: Who are we talking about?
Cristina: Liz Fallon. They brought her here to die.
Izzie: Wouldn't you want them to do the same thing for you?
Cristina: No! You know what, I'd want the doctors to do everything they could. I'd want them to cut me open until the minute I die.
Meredith: Sometimes doing everything can be worse than doing nothing.
Cristina: (Flipping through Seattle magazine) You are eight feet tall. Your boobs are perfect. Your hair is down to there. If I were you I'd walk around naked all the time. I wouldn't�I wouldn't have a job. I wouldn't have skills. I wouldn't even know how to read. I'd just be�naked.
Izzie: It's makeup. It's retouching.
Cristina: You get that we hate you, right?
Izzie: (Pager beeps) Bailey again.
Cristina: You know what, any patient who spanks to his doctor's pictures forfeits his rights. You're seriously not gonna give up the prostatectomy, are you? Izzie? Oh forget it. You know, sometimes it is actually, you know, painful to be around you.
(Scene: Mr. Humphrey's room, he is getting ready to go to the OR.)
Bailey: Where the hell have you been? When I page, you answer. It's not that difficult to understand. O'Malley answered his page. He's doing your prep. (Mr. Humphrey is wheeled out.) If I hear the words Bethany Whisper one more time
Izzie: I can't, ok? I just�can't. He doesn't want me in there.
Bailey: No, what he wants is to not have cancer. What he wants is to be saved. You want to stay in the scrub room, that's your choice.
(Jorge's room)
Derek: All right. I'll do my best. (To Meredith) Jorge and Sona want the surgery.
Meredith: They want you to cut it out?
Derek: Mm-hmm. It's their decision.
(Scene: Liz's room, her breathing is very heavy now.)
Liz: They were never gonna operate.
Cristina: You could have told me.
Liz: What fun would that have been? Think of it as a hazing ritual. (Grabs Cristina's hand) Welcome�
Cristina: Liz, don't talk. Don't talk. Liz, just�
(Liz's machines begin beeping)
Cristina: Liz? Liz, stay�Liz, stay with me. Stay with me, Liz.
(Pushes cold blue button)
(Jorge's room. He is asleep, Sona leaves quietly. Meredith is outside the door.)
Meredith: Sona?
(Scene: Code team running to Liz's room)
Doctor: Let's go.
Nurse: Here we go. Bag her. Push epi and atropine.
Cristina: Somebody page Burke.
(People are trying to resuscitate Liz)
Male Nurse: She's DNR. She's DNR. Do not resuscitate! Dr. Yang!
Cristina: Come on, people! Push another epi! Come on!
(Hallways outside of Jorge's room)
Meredith: You need to consider what you'll lose. What good is five years if he doesn't joke about your omelets and he can't remember seeing you in that red dress?
Sona: It's still five more years.
Meredith: You don't understand. He'll be there, but he won't be Jorge. He won't even recognize you.
Sona: This is our business.
Meredith: You have no idea what this will do to you. Isn't five good years better than ten bad ones?
Derek: Meredith, what the hell are you doing?
Meredith: She needs to understand.
Sona: I do understand. You think that I'm being selfish, that I don't want to give him up.
Meredith: I don't.
Sona: This is Jorge's decision. And it that means ten bad years for me, fine. I'll give him those years because I will give him whatever he wants.
Derek: Look, I am so sorry, Sona. Just please forgive her. She's an intern�
Sona: And if he doesn't remember me, if he doesn't remember what we are, he's still my Jorge. And I'll remember for us both.
Derek: Ok, all right.
(Liz's room)
Cristina: (Performing CPR) Five, breathe, one, two.
Burke: What the hell are you two doing?
Cristina: We lost pulse.
Burke: Let her go.
Cristina: Where's that epi?
Burke: Let her go! She's DNR. Let her go down.
Cristina: Four, five. One, two.
Burke: (Pulling Cristina off) Do not resuscitate.
Cristina: All right.
Burke: It is on her chart.
Cristina: All right
Burke: Let her go down. Let her go down.
(Mr. Humphrey's scrub room)
Izzie: Where are they?
George: He's resecting the prostate, coming up on the distal nerve.
Izzie: You said, "I am not your sister." Do you feel like I was emasculating you?
George: No. No. I'm too masculine to be emasculated.
Izzie: I'm sorry.
George: Guess you put Dr. Model to rest.
Izzie: Guess I did.
(OR)
Bailey: Dr. Victor, I'm sorry, these are viable nerves. We should try and save them.
Dr. Victor: It'll take at least an hour longer, and we might not get it all.
(Scrub room)
Izzie: You know, they call him Limp Harry.
(OR)
Bailey: But his prognosis with chemo is nearly as good. And frankly, if you're worried about missing your tee time, I'd be more than happy to finish. (Izzie enters) Dr. Stevens.
Dr. Victor: Can we help you?
Izzie: I'm sorry, Dr. Bailey. Dr. Victor, I agree with her. You just can't you have to save the nerves.
Dr. Victor: What?
Izzie: The nerves, you have to save them.
Dr. Bailey: Dr. Stevens, I can handle this.
Izzie: You told me the most important thing is giving the patient what they want. What Humphrey wants is his erection.
Dr. Victor: She's yours. You get her out.
Dr. Bailey: Can't do that sir. You know how these young puppies are.
Dr. Victor: I'm going to tell Richard about both of you.
Dr. Bailey: You do that. In the meantime, let's pretend it's you on this table and give this a try.
(Scene: Liz's room is full of doctors and nurses waiting for her to die.)
Burke: Dr. Pinosky (Man turns off monitor) (To Cristina) you ever called one?
Cristina: No.
Chief Webber: Call it doctor.
Cristina: Time of death, 11:43.
(Scene: Derek talking to Sona, Meredith standing back)
MVO: I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of a guide that could tell you when you've crossed the line.
(Scene: Stairwell)
Burke: You can't lose it like that.
MVO: It would be nice if you could see it coming.
Cristina: I'll get her.
(Burke grabs her)
Burke: Let her go.
MVO: And I don't know how you fit it on a map.
Burke: We have to let her go.
(Scrub room)
Bailey: Of course, now you know every time he gets a rise, he'll be thinking of you.
(Izzie smiles)
MVO: You take it where you can get it�
(Jorge is taking pictures of Sona.)
MVO:...and keep it as long as you can.
(Meredith holding her moms hand walking down some stairs)
(George in the shower, Izzie is sitting on the toilet.)
MVO: And as for rules—
George: Better not be using my toothbrush.
Izzie: I'm not.
MVO: Maybe there are none.
(Meredith walks up to a table and sits down with Derek)
MVO: Maybe the rules of intimacy are something you have to define for yourself.
...
Daisy is sitting down talking with her pack.
Daisy: Alright guys, we have a big problem.
She shows them the newspapers
Seattle Killer Strikes Again! When will the reign of Terror End?
They go on to read the article, apparently a vampire decided to massacre a whole neighborhood of 35 people of all ages, you g and old.
The youngest victim being a four year old boy.
Leah: (in disgust) We have to do something about this.
Seth: This cannot stand. Maybe one or two should satisfy a vampire right? Why in the double digits? He ripped them apart in his thirst for blood.
Daisy: I don't know. But we need to find out, and we need to do it fast.