Grey's Anatomy

When we get sick,

our bodies launch a coordinated defense.

It's called the immune response.

They scheduled my hearing.

"The medical commission will gladly expedite your process

and give you the date of..."

That's in three months!

Okay, well, that's... That's not that bad.

I'll have to go to the Department of Corrections

to get a day off to see if I'm still a doctor.

You should go dressed like this when you go.

It's good, right?!

It's an impressive fashion statement.

It's my disguise. Once a germ's detected...

Have a nice day. Oh, look out for needles. Thanks. Yeah.

A team of white blood cells, proteins, and chemicals

swarm to mount an attack.

You a doctor?

For the moment.

I was wondering if maybe you could take a look at this.

Time to go, people.

Steam burn from an iron. I work at a dry cleaner's.

They told me to run it under cold water,

but it blistered.

They should've sent you to the doctor.

Is it bad?

Well, it's definitely infected.

It needs debridement and antibiotics.

So, are you gonna give me that stuff or what?

These cells catch up to the invaders and latch on,

destroying them in their wake.

People, let's go!

Or at least that's what they're supposed to do.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, I, uh... I don't know what the special occasion is,

but, uh, I want it noted

I do not miss the green smoothies.

The occasion is that I have no joy.

My best surgeons work elsewhere,

and Catherine gave away my job.

Oh, but you still have a job.

Mm, I have a job,

but then a man, a man who I can't stand,

has another job, and he has a title above my job.

Where's my joy, Ben?

Let me tell you something about the woman I married.

She don't let anything stop her.

No surgery, no intern, and certainly no man.

Now, you go back in there,

and you take your joy back.

The body's ability to come back

depends on what you have to fight with...

and how strong you are.

You don't have to go back to work if you're not ready.

Mm, it's time.

It's time for me to go back and let everyone stare at me

like I'm some rare, delicate bird

that might shed all my feathers

and fly naked through the hospital at any moment.

I would definitely like to see that.

You know, you can always come work for me.

Nobody knows who you are or what happened.

You could run your own fellowship,

be your own boss, keep all your feathers.

My therapist, Michelle, says it's important

that I try to return to the life I left, you know,

revisit my routine without changing things up too much.

You just don't want to work at Pac-North.

Mm.

Is it appropriate for me to tell Link in a text?

So I can avoid having to look him in the eye while I say,

"Hey, remember how careful we were?

Not careful enough, Daddy!"

You kept medical textbooks here?

I like to study.

It was a sex thing, wasn't it?

Look, you're a decent person,

and Link is a decent person.

He deserves a face-to-face.

Is it poor form for me to steal all the toilet paper

since I'm the one who always bought it?

Mm, I already stole two protein bars.

Ew, yikes.

"Yikes"? What, "Yikes"?

Nothing.

I... Jackson posted a sunset photo

from his balcony last night.

Oh, let me see it.

"#Freedom"?

I said, "Ew."

Dr. Emma Griggs, report...

Hey. Hey.

First day back, right?

Yeah. Morning, Tom.

Oh, shoot.

Is this weird for you?

We've all shared the same, mm, how should I say it?

You shouldn't. Pastimes?

Lady friends?

You have poo on your collar.

What? Where? Made you look.

Oh, you are such a stand-up guy.

Leaving Teddy all alone in a motel with a new baby.

What are you still doing here, Tom? Hmm?

Don't you have a job back in Baltimore,

or did you lose that, too?

That's a funny way to talk to your boss.

What, Teddy didn't tell you?

Tell me what?

Oh, since your friends went rogue,

Catherine made me God of this place.

So, practice kneeling.

Maybe throw in a few prayers.

Hmm.

Oh. Oh, no.

After me.

Nice of you all to finally show up.

We're gonna do things differently today.

Keep up or get out of my sight.

55-year-old male, presents with

weakness of the hips after walking short distances

and erectile dysfunction.

Who do you think's gonna have to clean the window after this?

Whoever asked that question.

Now, someone tell me what to do first.

Check distal pulses, ABIs.

And if needed, proceed with CT Angio.

Who is he? Who are you?

He's Koracick's protégé.

Fifth year from Hopkins.

We are rounding, not talking.

Now, physical exam revealed non-palpable femoral pulses,

low ABIs, and the angio shows

near-complete blockage of blood flow in the distal aorta.

Diagnosis? Together: Leriche syndrome.

Leriche syndrome.

Little late, Qadri.

They're three years ahead of us.

See, uh, you all have been sulking around

for the last month

since I made changes to the attending staff.

But Alex Karev and Meredith Grey are my creations.

I made them the surgeons they are.

And I will make new ones.

So, do you want to be the new Grey and Karev,

or do you want to keep making excuses?

I want to be Grey. Karev!

Grey and Karev would have been studying the case by now.

Go.

Ah!

I want it noted that I would never

send a message through Instagram because I am mature.

Very mature.

But if I did, it would be "#Happier,"

"#INoLongerHaveToPlaySmall-

ToThreatenMenAndTheir- ThreatenedEgoes."

Mine would be "#JokesOnMe."

I just told Link

I didn't want to fast-track our relationship.

You're sure I have to tell him?

Whoa!

You're right.

I know. I have to.

Go, go, go, go! Aah!

The hits just keep coming.

I'll page Hunt.

Sir? Sir? Lay still.

Dr. Richie to Peds.

Dr. Nancy Richie, report to Peds.

Hey, happy first day!

Is it?

You hired me as general surgery residency director.

I've met only two residents.

Where are the rest of them?

There are only two in the entire program. Huh?

And none of the attendings

want to put those two residents on their service.

What was the word they used to describe them?

Oh, right. "Incompetent."

And would you like to know what the residents said?

I feel like you're gonna tell me.

They are so overworked with scut

they don't have time to hone their mediocre skills.

Alright, isn't this why I hired you?

I need a class of more than two residents, Karev!

I need a skills lab for them,

a core curriculum, visiting professors.

Chief Karev? You know what...

There's an inspector upstairs

who says the helipad elevator isn't up to code.

Did you know this hospital was ranked number one?

What decade? This one.

It's number one in mortality rates,

physician burn-out, patient dissatisfaction,

and malpractice claims.

A bunch of suits gave me a big pile of money,

and you said I could turn it around.

This was your idea. So help.

You said I'd have an office!

Sir? Sir, I'm Dr. Hunt.