Grey's Anatomy

Freezing.

Choking.

Getting tongue-tied.

It's what we call it when your mind

goes from brilliant to blank.

We should only be gone a day, two max.

If you need me before that, you can just...

Please, Harriet's dying for some quality time

with her grandmama.

Could've just taken her with me.

You can prepare all you want.

Aren't you gonna say, like, "go, child?

You're being ridiculous."

But the feeling can still hit you, out of nowhere.

If you're having second thoughts,

we could bring your patient here.

No, I told you, we've got a girl

who needs a throat transplant

and a donor in the same exact hospital.

We can't risk moving either of them.

I know. I just meant...

So when it hits you, when your mind shuts down,

when you open your mouth and no words come out,

the good news is...

If you have something to say, say it.

Nothing.

I'm sure you'll be just fine.

It happens to all of us.

Wait. Where is Grey?

Since when is April coming?

Oh. Grey called to tell me that Zola has flu.

And you didn't think to tell me that?

I knew you'd need a capable surgeon to assist,

and April's more than capable.

Hello. Hi, Catherine.

Hi. You have everything you need?

Yes, of course.

Okay. All right.

You ready?

I'll put her in the car.

Jackson, go.

Miss Harriet and I have plans.

No medical journals, all right?

I don't need her looking at

flayed-open surgical fields.

Give me my child.

Bye, baby.

Bye, baby.

Can I take your bag, Dr. Grey?

Uh, uh, it's Dr. Kepner.

I'm so sorry. The manifest said...

It's okay. Dr. Grey got hijacked by my mother.

This is amazing.

Why have we never taken your plane before?

It's... it's not my plane.

It's your name right out there.

Right on the wing, great big letters... Avery.

Yeah, but... so it's your plane.

No, it's the family plane. It's not my plane.

Well, yeah.

It's Catherine's, too. I mean...

I mean, she did make the Avery foundation what it is.

Seems right she should get to fly anywhere she wants like this.

Really?

Can we not talk about my mother right now?

Yes, I will have some champagne.

You should not have any champagne.

We are going straight to the hospital.

Uh, club soda?

Same for me, please, Katie. Thank you. Coming right up.

Welcome, welcome.

Here are your charts.

Dr. Avery.

Dr. Grey.

Kepner.

Right. Sorry.

I... I know his name because it's on

all our stationery. Right.

A patient and a donor...

Two of them here together,

same time, same day, perfect match...

It's like winning the lottery.

I mean, if you call a brain-dead kid

a lottery ticket, then, yeah.

Of course.

And it's a horrible loss. Uh, that was...

I-I'm just thrilled that you're both here

to make this possible.

The donor patient's room is at the end of this ICU.

And you have the donor consent forms?

Yeah, before we get to that, uh, Mr. Young

is going to need you to explain to him

why there's nothing more you can do for his son.

What? No one's told him that yet?

I thought he knew we were coming.

Well, he does. It... it's just that,

he's had a bit of trouble accepting what's happened,

as I'm sure you can understand.

You told me very clearly

that the patient's father was on board.

Now, hold on.

I never said that he agreed. I merely said...

So he thinks that we're coming

to save his kid, not take his organs.

I thought that, once you had examined the boy,

it'd be better coming from you.

I'm just glad you're here.

I mean, Dr. Corridan said that there's nothing he could do.

Then he said there was another doctor

who was coming in from Seattle.

I was like...

I mean, it's great, right? Th-there's hope.

So, okay. What's the plan?

I mean, you... you... you want to do some tests?

Surgery?

Obviously, you want to examine him,

but how long before you think he'll wake up?

Mr. Young, I'm af... Eric, Eric, please.

Eric... it's his birthday.

Did I tell you that?

Double digits, he kept saying.

I mean, he was having the time of his life up on that mountain.

"Just one more run, dad.

Just one more run..."

Eric, I'm afraid we have some difficult news.

We've looked at Brian's scans,

and, unfortunately, Dr. Corridan was right.

There's nothing that we can do for your son.

Then why are you here?

We are here...

Because we wanted to talk to you about...

Donating your son's organs.

No.

You're here to help my son.

I understand how difficult this is... difficult?

If you understood what you were asking, you wouldn't...

Mr. Young...

I know what we're asking.

When all you want is to have him back, to hold him.

I know the thought of letting any part of him go feels...

Impossible.

You're the only that can make this decision.

We understand that.

We wouldn't ask you to do something

that you're not comfortable doing.

And if ultimately you don't want to do this,

that's fine.

We are here to support you either way.

All I know is...

Is when I lost my son...

I just needed to find a little meaning in it.

Where do I sign?

This way to Caroline's room.

Her parents are very eager to meet you, Dr. Avery.

This is Risa and Mary Hodges.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both.

Listen, we're grateful that you're here,

that you came all this way,

but our daughter's met dozens of doctors,

each one ordering more tests,

putting her through more hell,

making promises they had no business making.

Mary, maybe let the guy say hello.

She needs the tumor gone.

But she needs her vocal cords.

She needs her voice.

So if this throat transplant isn't real...

I mean, if it's just another rug you're gonna pull out

from under her, then... You're scared.

I totally understand.

Let me, um... let me start over.

It's my fault. I'm Dr. Avery.

I am a double board-certified plastic surgeon

and ENT specialist.

I'm also a dad.

Now, I've come a long way

because I know that I can help your daughter.

And I do not make promises that I can't keep.

I just... I still don't know

if this is the right thing.

The laryngectomy is still the safest...

No, Mary, we agreed.

They are not taking her vocal cords.

What if you go in there, Dr. Avery,

and you cut open her throat,

and the transplant doesn't work?

In that place, we'd be looking at a permanent trach.

Permanent. See?

And you want to risk that?

He wouldn't do it if he didn't think that he could.

Would you? This procedure gives her the best chance at survival...

At getting her voice back, her whole life back.

Mary, come on.

Okay.

Why are you doing that? Doing what?

Telling those moms you're a dad

to charm your way into the room,

using Samuel to... it's my life.

It happened.

Yeah, it's my life, too, but I don't use it to... to what?