Grey's Anatomy

Infections have a nasty way of sneaking up on you.

You're feeling pretty good,

you think the infection's gone,

and then it reappears...

out of nowhere...

when your body's still weak,

when you've barely recovered...

Hey.

Hey.

What's all this?

Sold it. I'm done with it.

With the trailer?

Yep. Don't need it anymore.

Don't you need a place to sleep,

or are you moving into my house, too, and no one told me?

Better. I just bought my own house.

Closing it this morning.

Amelia's been giving me a hard time

about getting a grown-up house, so...

So, no more trailer.

...bam. You're infected all over again.

Yeah.

Wh-- Sh-- Is this -- Should I have asked you?

I should've asked you. No, no.

You paid for it.

It's yours to do what you want with.

You sure? Yes.

Congratulations on the new house.

Thanks.

And once the infection spreads,

once it gets into your bloodstream,

well, then you really have to watch it.

'Cause that's the kind of infection...

...that can kill you.

Catherine's back in town next week.

Thought it'd be nice to have some people over.

Well, nothing fancy -- just dinner.

Who's in?

You know, that's a fine idea, Dr. Webber.

Oh, sorry.

Yes, yes, yes. Thanks. Absolutely.

Mm-hmm, okay. Avery said yes.

Uh, how about you? Yeah, I'll be there.

Okay. I'm not sure about Dr. Warren's schedule, though.

Okay. Um, Warren?

Uh, yeah, I'm in. All right.

Uh, what can I bring?

Um, I wouldn't say no to that artichoke dip

you brought to the resident mixer.

Well, that's, uh -- that's Miranda's secret recipe.

Okay.

I see.

I'll bring it.

Should be a great party.

Hey, Maggie, did you hear that Owen bought a house?

Oh, good, now you can naked snuggle on his sofa.

Wait. Furniture. Right. I need some of that. Suction.

No black recliners, I beg you.

And nothing you have to assemble yourself.

You got a real house, get some real furniture,

keep the momentum going.

Hey, maybe you should come shopping with me,

point me in the right direction.

Then you'll just wind up with a house full of furniture I like.

I don't see that as a problem.

I want stuff we both can enjoy.

Wait. What? Why?

Is she -- Are you moving in with him?

Duval forceps, please. -Oh, no.

I-I mean, that's not -- I don't think --

Why not? Just think about it.

It's pretty big.

Nice yard. Good school district.

I'm sorry.

Did you just go from moving in to having kids?

Boy, you guys move fast.

I couldn't even sleep in the same bed as my fiancé.

We were engaged for a year.

Long engagements -- bad idea.

I agree. Better to go straight to the, uh, marriage part.

It's better.

Would you get married again?

I'd consider it, with the right person.

-You would? -I'd strongly consider it, yes.

Me too.

With the right person.

Okay, then.

Wait. What?

Did you j-- What just happened?

Are you engaged now?

What? No. No.

Hypotheticals.

We were just -- that was nothing.

We were just talking. We were just...

Maggie, we were just talking.

Maggie: Oh, please. How long you think till you move out?

Who's moving out?

Amelia, when she marries Owen Hunt

and moves into his big, new, kid-friendly house.

No, no. Okay, hang on.

It was a hypothetical conversation.

That is it.

In which you were picking out hypothetical furniture

for your hypothetical children's hypothetical playroom.

-Wow. -It -- It was nothing.

Can we drop it, please? -Why?

Gladly.

Gladly? Why gladly? What's wrong?

Do you see a dilation?

I'm worried about medullary sponge kidney.

You didn't answer my question.

You didn't answer mine.

You think we're moving too fast?

Is that it?

Amelia, please.

You're the one who pushed us back together.

You know, you practically yelled at me

to run back into his arms, and now --

Thanks for the consult.

I called the landlord,

and he agreed to swap out our two-bedroom lease

for something smaller, since...

I mean, I figured that I could save on rent

while I'm at Preminger,

so I can afford to fly back on weekends to Seattle

to, you know, visit you and Sofia.

Okay.

Okay? Yeah, sounds good.

I don't want to leave when we're like this.

We've barely talked since the trial.

I really don't know what to say.

Neither do I, but I am trying to...

say words and to be here and help.

You've helped enough.

Okay.

Okay.

X-rays came back clear.

No breaks.

We got lucky, Nash.

So listen to your grandma the next time

she tells you not to climb the bookshelves, okay?

All right.

Thank you, Doctor.

You have been so good with him today,

so patient, and I can't help but notice

I don't see a ring on your finger.

Excuse me?

You should meet my daughter -- Nash's mom.

Not the sharpest tack,

but really sweet, really pretty.

Ma'am, I appreciate the offer, but I'm with someone already.

Oh, are you engaged?

Uh, no. Are you getting engaged?

Uh, well, I --

Her number's in that chart.

I'll tell her to expect your call.

Okay.

Hey.

I think Grandma over there

just arranged my marriage to her daughter.

Well, there must be something in the air,

because Amelia and Owen

are talking about getting married, too.

Hey, maybe you guys could have a double wedding.

Then I would only have to live through it once.

Help! Please! Someone help! It's okay, buddy. I got you.

Whoa. Okay, what happened?

He passed out, he came to, and then he passed out again.

Okay, let's get him down here.

Is this your son, sir?

Uh, no. I'm his driver's ed teacher.

Hey, I got it.

Hey, there. You okay?

Can I -- Can I park here?

Quit hovering and just go in there and talk to him.

He has made it very clear

he doesn't want me anywhere near him.

So, no.

Does she have him on fluconazole in case it's fungal?

You do realize that Kyle can see you?

It's not one-way glass.

Thank you.

Kyle?

Oh, God. -I'm fine.

-Are you okay? -I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Everything just...

started spinning.

The -- The nausea's probably because of the antibiotics.

Uh, I'll get Dr. Shepherd to get you an antiemetic.

Why don't you just go?

Take that.

I don't need any help.

And I definitely don't want an audience for this.

Then, um, let's pretend that you're puking

for some other reason, then.

Aah. Like, um, after a show or something.

Too many whiskey shots, you know?

Fun puking.

You're not hearing me.