Grey's Anatomy

In order to properly treat a problem,

a surgeon needs as much information as she can get.

Wasn't this stupid thing supposed to start already?

So we ask questions.

Questions like...

A central line kit, please.

"When did the pain begin?"

It started about 45 minutes ago.

"Have you experienced these symptoms before?"

"Do you have a family history?"

"Are you currently sexually active?"

"Have you recently undergone surgery?"

If you're unwilling or unable

to answer these and other questions,

we're forced to rely on tests for insight.

It's possible that I may have, by mistake,

said that if she had any doubts, she should flee.

What?

She was nervous.

How nervous?

How nervous was she, Callie?

Until those test results come back...

there's nothing we can do but wait.

Ah, damn it.

What is it?

There's too much bleeding.

Look, even with the scope, I can't see a damn thing.

Okay. Uh, let's get a C.T. and call the O.R

I want them ready the second we know what we're dealing with.

Should I call anyone else?

You're going into surgery. You'll be a while.

Yeah?

Dr. Bailey.

I didn't forget.

I know that. Should I call your fiance?

Y-yes, please.

What does this mean?

I don't know.

The lawsuit is...

Maybe...

maybe we'll be fine.

Maybe we can...

Look, just... could we not talk about that?

Not right now.

Could I have everyone's attention, please?

Um, my beautiful wife-to-be

has been pulled into an emergency surgery,

so things are gonna be delayed for a little while.

Those of you who are doctors will understand.

And those who aren't, uh...

well, they're setting up the buffet,

the bar's open in the back.

Drink, eat, and just as soon as we're able,

we'll have a little wedding.

That poor handsome fool.

Bailey's probably hopped a boxcar to Mexico by now.

I am the worst maid of honor ever.

Who made you maid of honor?

I called it.

And then I tanked it.

Uh, I'm-I'm gonna go to the hospital.

Right now?

I'll go. I'm the general surgeon.

Maybe I can tag her out of surgery.

Put this in water till I get back.

You really told Bailey to run?

I didn't say she should run.

I said she could run.

And-and I was joking. I was... ha ha.

Funny... funny me.

No? Okay.

Who needs a drink?

I can stay.

We'll be fine. You should go.

I don't really feel like going to a wedding

if I'm gonna be signing divorce papers.

I don't know what happened.

I heard a crash, checked my rearview.

Half the club is eating asphalt,

banging around like tenpins.

I mean, it's real, real nasty.

Bowling for bikers?

- Maybe you should stick around. - Yeah.

You just gonna stand there with your junk in your hand,

Or you gonna do something, doc?

Multiple contusions. Pelvis stabilized in transport.

Coming through. Watch your back.

You know, I used to ride a donor cycle.

Really? Why'd you stop?

Chest tubes hurt like a bitch.

Stuart Loeb, 35. Vital signs stable.

Alert before we pushed 5 of morphine

for a left arm degloving injury.

Ooh. He must have been thrown out of his car.

He was on one of the bikes.

Seriously, this guy?

I know, right?

Okay. Uh, let's get him in trauma 1.

And start making some calls.

We need more hands in here.

Right away, doctor.

Hey, look at these.

Macaroni and cheese in the form of a cupcake.

Might be the cutest thing I've ever seen.

I just... did something.

I got us a room. Just now.

Um, a-and the guy at the desk said that it's really nice

and it has a view.

Though honestly, I only care that it has a bed.

Are you tired?

No.

You got us a room.

Yes.

S-so we could...

Yes.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Sorry, but if you knew, you'd understand.

- What is she doing? - Wait. Okay. Hold on. Listen.

We should take some of that to go.

- You know, in case we work up an appetite. - Right.

Finally.

I'm so sorry.

You're sorry? No, you're not sorry.

You're criminally negligent.

- Dr. Webber... - My wife has Alzheimer's,

and you told me my visits were agitating her.

So instead of monitoring her myself,

I allowed you to do it.

You want to look at me right now and tell me you're sorry?

Sir, I understand you're upset.

Though to be clear,

when I said you should visit less frequently,

I certainly didn't mean for you to stop altogether.

What did you just say to me?

What did you just say to me?!

Dr. Webber, they need you in O.R two.

Thank you.

Don't thank me. Just go.

Is she in the O.R already?

I don't know.

I just said that so you wouldn't punch that guy out.

Is this why she isn't at the wedding?

Oh, god. The wedding.

I'm gonna go find her. Are you okay?

Yeah, go. Go.

According to the article,

the doctors discovered that her hair follicles

had actually been growing nails instead of hair.

Like fingernails.

Cool story, bro.

Can I get anybody a coffee?

- Mnh-mnh. - No.

It's like having dinner with "Ripley's believe it or not!"

So you're starting to regret this whole "Let's bring dates" idea?

No.

No. I love "Ripley's believe it or not!"

I love easy wedding sex,

which I'm gonna miss out on now

'cause you jerks can't keep your hands off each other.

You made me bring sand to the beach,

and it's sand I can't sleep with.

Since when can you not sleep with interns?

I'm a homeowner now. I've grown up.

Besides, they get all hung up and sad

when you don't want to be their boyfriend.

It's not worth the hassle.

You are one classy guy, Karev.

I make an effort.

He was just trying to be nice,

and I got him in trouble with his boss.

I can barely look him in the eye.

Dr. Avery has nice eyes.

Do you think they're blue or green... or both?

Don't. Don't you dare sleep with him.

I'm not. Why not?

'Cause that's the kind of thing Leah would do.

You want to be like Leah?

Oh, gross. No.

Besides, he's probably not even interested.

Of course he's interested.

Interns are like sexual catnip at this hospital.

Look at me. I was enjoying a perfectly healthy

teacher-student relationship with Kepner,

and now she's all over me.

I brought notes so I can keep the conversation about medicine,

but she keeps asking me all these personal questions,

and I'm running out of cards.

Did you just get paged? Both of you?

All of us.

Big trauma back at the ranch. You kids coming?

- Yes, indeed. - Yeah, I'm coming, too.

Nope. Uh, you don't get to practice medicine

with booze in your system, Hobo Jo.

You're Hobo Jo?

Like "Rides the rails and eats beans from a can"?

I don't... I don't know. Weird.

Shane, you can ride with me.

A beer for me and another round for Hobo Jo.

- You got it. - Let me guess. Uh, thunderbird