Grey's Anatomy

Superheroes, soldiers, first responders...

that's who we think of when we think of bravery.

Hey.

I'm sorry. Did I wake you? - No. No.

But surgeons should make the list, too.

I'm going back to work today.

That's great! - Yeah.

I just, uh, wanted to look over

my old surgical notes from med school,

which is a little absurd, I know, but, um...

I find my old notes comforting.

But then I realized that they were here.

Uh, my notes. In the text book that I wrote them in.

You're nervous?

A little. - Hmm.

How are you? - Eh.

You think we got this wrong? Made the wrong decision?

No.

I don't.

But I wish I did.

I wish I did, too.

I've been trying to figure out when the symptoms started.

I-I know the tumor was growing for a decade,

but it wasn't symptomatic that whole time.

You know, I... I made your life hell this past year.

But I'm saying...

My love for you, the affection, that was not a symptom.

And I know that...

because the affection is still here

even without the tumor.

So I want us to be friends.

Me too.

But not fake friends. Not like "we were married,

so now we're pretending we're okay with each other."

Like, real fri... like we can talk to each other.

Even about, like, people that we're dating or whatever.

Just friends. Just like real friends.

So, are you dating someone?

No! - Ah.

No, but... but we could do that, right?

I mean, 'cause this isn't like a regular divorce.

No. - I mean, I barely lived here.

So I just... I don't want us

to torture each other, like, at all.

Me neither.

I'm done with torment and shame and guilt.

I mean, I'm really... I'm done with all of that.

Good! Yes! Me too!

Good. Okay. Yes.

So, can we just decide that we're gonna...

blame everything that was bad on the brain tumor

and just keep all the good stuff?

- And be friends? - Yeah, we can do that.

Whoa. Meredith made the cover of JS?

Wow. I know.

She's gonna be impossible to live with now.

Maybe I should move back in here.

Kidding.

Friend! - Yeah.

Surgeons don't wear capes or armor.

We don't carry guns.

And no one throws us a parade.

Look at you! You're on the cover!

Put it away.

You're like a rock star, of the clinical variety.

Please put it away.

But we do fight like hell to save your life.

Are you ready to operate today?

Yep.

So exciting. What do you have?

Skull base schwannoma.

Yes, thanks to me, you are back...

a finely-tuned, tumor-free surgery machine.

And I'm officially handing your department back to you.

Oh, nice picture, cover girl.

Your eyes really pop.

Oh, for God's sakes. Thank you.

You're leaving? Today?

Yep, wrapping up some paperwork,

sending out some patients, getting out of Dodge.

This has been a hoot, but this is farewell.

Well, uh, Tom... - No.

No, no, no. No tears, no hugging.

I get it. You're... You're gonna miss me.

Yeah. Knock 'em dead, Shepherd.

I mean, figuratively.

And we're also holding a knife in our hands...

knowing we might be the one to end your life.

Doctors never get the cover!

Derek did. - It's still impressive.

You'll be at the new-intern mixer tonight?

Do I need to be? - You better be!

You're not gonna autograph this?

Oh, get it away.

Look, can you, uh, put Jo on your service

and be nice to her?

I'm always nice to Jo.

Yeah, well, not "Mer nice."

Real nice.

I mean, she's bummed that her name's not on the paper.

- That wasn't her fault. - I'm just saying please.

Really, Mer? The cover?

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I hate the picture.

- It does, actually. Thank you. - What do you care?

I mean, you could just buy a journal

and put your own face on the cover.

That's not really the same, is it, Karev?

Man, if I had that much money, I wouldn't be here.

I-I'd be on a-a boat... a big boat.

Hi, it's Dr. Grey. Wilson?

Returning.

You don't? Okay, thanks.

You're on my service today. - Really?

Yes! - Thanks.

Yes, you did great on that procedure.

Dude, don't worry about the paper.

I mean, Jo's name wasn't on it, either.

You know what? I think I need a sick day.

- You're really that upset about it? - Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Also, I just bought a boat, so...

Oh, man.

How are you feeling?

I-I'm feeling sick, too.

Yeah, I thought so. - All right.

We've already pushed the Gibson hearing once.

Well, I'm sure Diane would rather wait a couple weeks

than let her kids go back in the system.

Dr. Grey. Not too shabby!

Judge King. This Dr. Jo Wilson.

She is my star resident.

Ah. And this is Mr. Robert Souza.

He's my star resident.

Likes working for me so much,

he's turning down all kinds of fancy job offers.

Stockholm syndrome.

Wilson, present? - Yes. Um...

Judge Jeffrey King,

50-year-old male with a history of stage 4-A colon cancer.

Underwent resection, followed by chemo.

CT shows arterial enhancement in the right lobe of the liver.

Not eligible for a transplant.

He saved 27 families last month.

Immigrant families, children, foster children.

You'd think UNOS might make an exception.

Trust me, I tried.

If buying an organ were legal, I might try that, too.

Scheduled for a liver resection and diversion procedure?

We're doing an ALPPS?

We are doing an ALPPS.

Is that a first for this hospital?

That's a first for the West Coast, Wilson.

She is a rock star. Haven't you heard?

All right.

I know it's scary, Harmony, but I promise,

we do this kind of operation all the time... almost every week.

That's a lot of brain tumors.

You think it's the cellphones?

Amethyst, quiet.

People are healing, guys. - It's okay.

Kids' laughter is proven to have healing qualities.

I've heard of people waking up from brain surgery

and suddenly they're white supremacists.

I think it would take a lot more than a brain tumor to do that.

My mom will still be my mom when you're done, right?

She might have a harder time keeping up with you at first,

but, yeah, she's still gonna be your mom.

It's gonna be okay.

Okay?

Young. Too young. Whoa. Way too young.

Ugh! I hate being single.

I hate it even more than sharing a bathroom.

What?

I broke up with Carina. By accident.

I-I just... I needed some space.

Like, physically, in my home, because Sofia's coming home.

But apparently, she thinks that I broke up with her,

so now here I am, swiping,

instead of having sex with an Italian orgasm scientist.

That's a pretty bad accident.

Well, I shouldn't even be dating because I should be

getting ready for Sofia to come home.

I am so ready to be dating...

anyone who does not work at this hospital.

Hey. Are you guys Tindering? - Mm-hmm.

I set up a profile, but I'm afraid to actually swipe.

Uh, it's pretty straightforward...

left for "no," right for "yes."

Yes for what? "Yes, I'll sleep with you"?

Well, it's not a binding contract.

What are you all doing, standing around,

leaning against things?

This is a hospital. - It's a slow day.

What are you doing? Oh!

Too young. Way too young.

Hello, Idris Elba.

You're welcome.

Did you just match me?

You know that's a real, live, actual person!

Hey! I don't get to swipe.

Just let me have this moment.