Grey's Anatomy

A month ago, you were in med school being taught by doctors.

Today you are the doctors.

The seven years you spend here as a surgical resident

will be the best and worst of your life.

There's an old joke doctors like to tell.

"Hey, Doc, it hurts when I go like this."

And the doctor says, "Well, don't go like this."

It's a lame joke, but it's nonetheless true.

Okay, folks. Meeting time.

As human beings, we can't help

but want to follow our instincts...

I, uh, went back to the loft

and got you another bag of your stuff.

Oh. Couldn't find those ugly, fuzzy socks you like.

...to follow our guts...

...our primal urges...

Uh, some bills, some junk, and, uh, top letter.

...no matter how much it may hurt.

I'll sit with you. We can read it together.

I got it.

I got it.

Dear Jo...

Mer, this is not the way I wanted to do this.

Dear Dr. Bailey, I regret to inform you, blah, blah, blah,

that I will not be returning to Grey-Sloan.

The last thing on Earth I want to do is hurt you,

but I'm leaving.

I already left, actually.

I'm gone.

This is not the way I wanted to do this, but you know me.

Any chance to take the easy way out.

Or maybe that used to be true. I don't know.

God, I hate nurses.

I'm Alex. I'm with Jeremy.

You're, uh... You're with the Nazi, right?

She may not have pneumonia, you know?

She could be splinting, or have a P.E.

Like I said, I hate nurses.

What did you just say?

Did you just call me a nurse?

Well, if the white cap fits.

What I do know is I owe you the truth,

and I don't know how else to tell you.

But you know as well as I do if I showed up on your doorstep,

you'd yell or give me guilt or crap

or whatever you do that seems to always set me straight.

We're grown-ups.

We can't run.

We have to face up to the stupid things we do.

- Alex! - Get off!

Supposedly, if you face up to them,

something good comes out of it. I don't know what.

You were always the one to set me straight...

God, I smell good!

You know what it is?

It's the smell of open-heart surgery.

It's awesome. It is awesome.

- You gotta smell me. - I don't want to smell you.

...to point out when I was being an ass. Oh, yes, you do.

You have got to be kidding me!

Okay, I have more important things to deal with than you.

I have roommates and boy problems and family problems.

You wanna act like a little frat-boy bitch? That's fine.

You wanna take credit for your saves and everybody else's?

That's fine, too. Just stay outta my face.

And for the record,

you smell like crap!

And when that didn't work,

you'd flop in my bed and say the one perfect thing

that would make sense.

But the thing is, I can't come back.

I can't face you.

You can go.

What are you gonna do if I leave?

It's just us now.

There were five of us, and now it's just you and I.

And it can't be just me.

It seems like five seconds ago,

we were the interns hiding in the tunnels.

Alex! Get off.

Look, I'm not gonna stay in Seattle

just because you don't want to be alone.

I deserve the guilt and to be called an ass,

but I don't want to be set straight.

I don't want you to say the right thing

because the one perfect thing isn't in Seattle.

Not anymore.

Yang left me her shares and her board seat

and... she left me you, too.

It's just us now.

I don't know... if you need somebody to bitch to

or just be...

My person.

I don't know what you mean.

But you do.

Apparently, I'm your emergency contact.

I want waffle Sundays.

Like a family, all of us...

everybody, all together.

Okay.

I want to do that as long as we can.

- It's important to me. - God, get off! Stop it!

Oh, my God. Ohh.

But I swear, it's not about work or you or Jo.

It's about me.

I left.

And I'm with Izzie.

This is probably the part where you're gonna get on your phone

and call a million times

and leave hateful messages on my machine

till I call you back.

But I can't, Mer.

I can't lie to you, and I can't promise

I'm gonna come home because it's not home anymore.

- Go make her happy. - Yeah.

When you were in danger of losing your license,

when I called everyone to write letters

and show up on your behalf,

I called Izzie, too.

I want to say I hoped she wouldn't answer,

but the truth is I hoped she would.

I want to say, "I had to call her for you,"

but that would be a lie.

The truth is your trial gave me

an excuse good enough to call her.

'Cause I wanted to know where she landed.

Today is the day my life begins.

All my life, I've been just me...

just a smart-mouth kid.

Today I become a husband.

Today I become accountable to someone other than myself.

Today I become accountable to you,

to our future,

to all the possibilities that our marriage has to offer.

Together, no matter what happens,

I'll be ready...

I wanted to know if she was alive and well.

Screw the DNR.

Hand me those paddles.

- Clear. - I wanted to hear her voice.

I'm a bride.

Iz, come on. I'm getting her a real one. I love this one,

and that makes it a real one.

When she picked up, I blurted out the whole thing

about you picking up trash off the street

and needing a letter that proved you're better than that.

And she laughed and said,

"Of course she'd be trash-picking,

trying to save the world."

Today, Izzie Stevens, our life together begins.

And I, for one, can't wait.

And then these voices were in the background

and a girl was singing this song about

"greasy, grimy gopher guts" that I learned in first grade

and I started laughing and I asked if she had kids and...

Izzie got quiet.

For so long, she was quiet,

and finally, she said, "Yeah, I have kids."

And it turns out they're my kids, Mer.

She had our kids.

I love Jo.

Deeply. Still.

I think I always will.

And if it was just about two women I love,

I'd choose my wife.

You know I would.

Hey. But it's not just her.

Izzie made our kids.

I snooched into a cup for you today.

Um... thank you?

She was single and wanted children

and couldn't have 'em because the cancer nuked her eggs.

But she had our embryos.

Back then I was too freaked out

to care about what she did with them if we never used them.

You think a Dixie cup full of my swimmers

will make everything okay?

It's crap. This is crap.

You just can't go messing with people's heads like that.

Even if she freezes the embryos,

you think... you think we'll get a chance to use them?

You think she'll still be here?

You think she'll survive all this?