Grey's Anatomy

Failure is an inevitability.

Dr. Cristina Yang.

Thank you, Dr. Hunt.

The, uh...

The procedure i... is so relatively untried

that the associated risks are un-unusually high.

Still, that shouldn't be a reason

not to try.

Every scientist was told "no,"

over and over.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Fortunately, the patient is responding very well for now.

His vitals remain stable, and it is our hope

that this will continue. And if it does,

I am cautiously optimistic

that we can call this procedure a success...

Uh...

"home run" is a better word.

Dr. Yang hit a home run.

Thanks to her, baby Nathan is thriving this morning.

The ones we remember.

The ones who changed our lives.

The Curies, the Silks...

the Barnards...

We'll print another portal vein.

We'll perform tests on that,

and look for material that will hold up better.

So we go back to the drawing board?

They're the ones who wouldn't take "no" for an answer.

Yes, ma'am.

Morning.

Is that your name I see on the O.R. board this afternoon?

Well, it's just a chole. Getting my feet wet.

- You're gonna miss Kepner's wedding? - Well, I scheduled my first surgery

when everyone will be gone.

I-I didn't want to make a big fuss.

You got a tumor debulking.

- You gonna be done in time? - I will be done on time.

All right.

You're operating, too, huh?

- The medication's helping? - Mm.

I'm proud of you, Bailey.

I don't want to make a big fuss.

I thought that went pretty well.

You're off my service.

And you've got to be over your hours.

- You should go home and take a day off. - What?!

- What for? - You don't know when to keep your mouth shut.

They needed to hear it was an extraordinary...

I am not comfortable with you speaking for me,

especially about this case.

Ross actually said what needed to be said.

And you were not comfortable at all.

- You were tanking in there. - I'm only at 68 hours for the week. See?

J.A.M.A. wants a interview. It should be short.

Conference room "C".

I'm worried about you.

You've been going too fast lately.

- And I'm not the only one who noticed. - Who?

- It doesn't matter who. - Have I screwed up?

- Is my work not up to... - No.

Your work is-is great.

It's just, you're becoming...

You're going to burn yourself out.

I think I know what this is.

You just need to work off some tension.

We're not doing that anymore.

If you're worried I think it's more than it is, I don't.

It's just to relax you.

It's you who needs to relax.

I'm fine.

I'm sorry.

Don't shut me out.

I'm fine.

Ross, go home.

Okay, so first we determine

the receptive field of all the sensors, right?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Derek, the guys from Kleiss Neuroscience

- will be here in 20. - Oh, I can't. I...

Once I'm done here, I have to get Bailey to a music class.

Um, what's this?

They want to talk to me about a research thing.

It's not just a "thing."

It is the presidential initiative on brain mapping.

- It is the thing. - Okay. No.

We're starting phase two.

Okay? He's my brain now.

Meredith can have the rest. I get his brain.

- I'll get rid of them. - No, you won't.

You will say "yes" to them.

And you're both gonna be at Kepner's wedding, yes?

- Mm-hmm. - Uh-huh.

I'm not going.

Bailey's doing surgery, finally.

And I'd rather do that than watch Arizona

stand up there looking gorgeous

while I'm some pathetic, shriveled, leftover,

discarded thing she scraped off her shoe.

- Ew! - No, don't do that.

No! I know you think this is just what I do.

Oh, hey, hey! You're all going to the wedding, right?

- Yes. - Is it mandatory?

- This is exactly... - Exactly what you do.

I know what I do, and this is not that.

She was important.

We were something.

Maybe they was something.

- Nah. - No.

How's your dad?

He's told all the nurses you're his kid.

He's proud. How is he?

Don't know. Don't really care.

Help! You gotta help my boy! He's been run over!

Sir, do not move! Don't move him!

No, no, no, no. Stop! Stop! The gurney!

Keep him still. Backboard and C-spine!

He was driving the tractor.

He hit a bump and fell off.

He went under the wheel and the chaser bin, too.

Has he moved at all since?

Yeah, yeah, he was trying to get up.

- Okay, let's get him straight to the lodox. - All right, let's go!

- What's his name? - Cody. His name's Cody.

Cody, I'm Dr. Robbins. Can you hear me?

You didn't call an ambulance?

I called 9-1-1. But then he passed out,

and I was so scared, I couldn't wait.

So I-I brought him here myself.

You say he was moving before?

Yeah. That's good, right?

Sir, I'm gonna need you to step back.

We're going to do everything we can.

Uh, excuse me, Grey?

Uh, the press would like some photos of the printer.

- Is this a good time? - Oh, sure. Where do you want us?

Oh, well, it's actually...

It's for the Nathan Glazier case. So..

But it's printing my work.

Yeah, that's fine. I mean, no one would know.

We can come back.

Okay, right by the printer.

Oh, Dr. Yang, that's perfect.

It's a burst fracture at C-6.

Page Torres. His belly's full of blood.

- He's going to the O.R. now. - He should've waited for the ambulance.

I think this guy paralyzed his own kid

- by bringing him here himself. - We don't know that yet, Alex.

- I got this. Why don't you go be with your dad? - That's all right.

What? You must have questions.

Long-lost father? I mean, I'd have a billion.

Help me get him to the O.R.,

and then I'll call you if I need you, okay? Let's go.

Is he gonna be okay?

He has a lot of internal bleeding, So we need to operate right away.

- Also, his neck is broken. - Oh, my God.

He can move, right?

He was moving.

- That was before he was mov... - We'll know more in a bit.

We're doing everything that we can. So sit tight.

Ohh! Uhh!

- Wow, you look... - Nope! No.

Don't say I look nice.

Like a train wreck. But I can see where it's going.

Um, what are you doing here?

I'm hunting bridesmaids.

- Now is that a farm tradition? - Are you gonna be there?

All right. I totally understand if you're not.

- I just... - Do you want me to be there?

- Yes! Of course. - Then I'll be there.

Thank you.

All right.

- Okay. Oh, watch it. - Oh, wait. You know what?

- The hair is... - Yeah.

Elliot Hooks, 20, here for repeat debulking of bronchial tumors.

This will be his...

- Wait, that can't be right. - It's right.

312 surgeries.

I started treatments when I was 4.

His growths recur, build up and threaten

his larynx and lungs.

We have to laser them out.

- Every seven to ten days. - 312?

- That's... rough. - I'm used to it.

My folks bought a house a few blocks away.

Kinda the way you move close to the good school.

No, we're not doing this.

- Sorry. - Elliot...

what if I can culture your tumor cells in a lab

and custom design a drug that can stop the growth,

find exactly the medicine to stop them?

And... no surgery?

No surgeries, ever again.

Oh, my God.

- Right? - Oh, my God.

You don't think this young man's had enough surgery?

Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry.

Damn right, you're sorry. Now let's go open up my lab.

No!

I haven't had enough surgery.