Grey's Anatomy

[ Video Age's "Away from the Castle" plays ]

Meredith: Before we operate,

we place drapes over our patient,

exposing only the area where we'll be working.

They not only help us focus on what we need to see,

but they keep the field clean

and minimize debris getting in the way.

Incoming! And I don't have a lot of time.

Do you want to use one of our other three bathrooms to vomit?

Shh!

I feel decent for the first time in weeks, so don't jinx it.

Oh, and don't forget we have our first OB appointment today.

I thought that was after work. It is.

So what's the rush? Well, the kids are still asleep,

my charts are done,

and I've got just enough time for a quick shower.

How quick?

If it's too quick, I'll kill you.

Drapes are specialized to fit the needs of various surgeries.

The challenge comes

when there's a complication under the drape.

Oh, and we switched to a new EMR.

Now you select the medication on top

and then scroll all the way down to enter the dosage.

Makes no sense.

Medication up top. Dosage on the bottom. Got it.

And you only allowed two pairs of scrubs now.

It's all automated.

Miranda, I've been a resident before.

I'll be okay. You're not nervous?

No, I feel great. It's like coming home.

Dr. Bailey, welcome back.

Yeah, welcome back to the both of you.

Oh, Warren, do -- do you know a Dr. Ndugu?

Are you kidding? I tore up the dance floor at his wedding.

My moves were basically a meme.

I was like, "uh, uh!"

Bailey: How's Catherine?

Oh, feeling better every day,

especially now that we know the biopsy results were negative.

Thank God. She wants to throw a party.

Caviar and champagne,

and not the kind you get from your regular grocery store.

Well, I'd expect no less. Send her our best.

-Will do. -Okay.

This... means stop talking.

What? Ndugu and Pierce are getting a divorce.

-Oh. -Aw.

When the body's draped,

we can't see something going pale or a leg turning blue.

I refuse to be late on Bailey's first day back.

Tell that to the guy who took a 20-minute shower.

Says the guy who doesn't live there.

Hey. There was a fistfight on my bus.

I thought I was gonna be late.

Hey. Where's your sister?

We want to meet your mini-Mika.

Late, and we're not alike at all.

When we can't see the whole body,

we might miss a telltale sign something's gone wrong.

Thank you.

Sorry. I left my phone on the plane,

and the line for the bathroom was really long,

and then Dumbledore missed the freeway exit.

My rideshare driver looked just like him.

I couldn't see it.

Yep. Not alike at all.

That's Lucas, a.k.a. Skywalker,

Simone, Blue, and, uh, Jules.

Hi.

This is my youngest sister, Chloe.

I have cancer.

Don't be late for Bailey.

We'll see you later.

Come here. It's gonna be okay.

Dr. Webber is the best.

We'll figure this out.

Come on.

Huh?

Here is the overnight roster list.

You need to follow up on Ms. Borgman's CT,

and there are two rule-out appy consults in the ER

waiting for ultrasounds.

Good morning to you, too.

Not all of us just spent two weeks in Paris.

Clearly. Mm.

This is nothing like a café crème.

Will you just take this so I can go home

and face plant onto my pillow?

Morning. Good morning.

I mean, uh, hi. I -- Hey.

This is James, the hospital chaplain.

Enchanté.

Taryn.

You work nights? I work when I'm needed.

Is that from the coffee cart?

Oh, no. I drink French now.

It's, uh, Le Gateau Jolie down the street.

Okay.

I could use some coffee.

Would you want to go for a walk?

Oui. Oh! That's French for "yes."

Nice to meet you.

Welcome back, boy.

So Bailey's her husband's boss. Is that allowed?

Oh, one of your aunts is head of the neuro department,

and your other aunt's name is on the building.

Heron hired him before she left.

Everyone says he's impressive.

Bring it. You all slow me down.

Oh, my God. He's not your competition.

He's a fourth year on a trial basis

until the ACGME approves him to stay.

Well, there's a finite number of people

who can fit around an operating table.

Everyone is my competition, including Mr. Dr. Bailey.

Uh, it's Warren, actually. Ben Warren.

Looking forward to working with you again, Dr. Kwan.

I see you've met Dr. Warren.

Yes, he is my husband.

No, he will not be getting special treatment.

As for the rest of you,

any bad habits you picked up while I was gone -- lose them.

You have four months left in your intern year.

I want you sprinting to that finish line.

Understood?

All right. Helm has your assignments.

Any problems, she'll be happy to hear about it.

Get to work.

Okay, Griffith is with Ndugu. Warren and Kwan, to the pit.

Adams and Millin with me.

Ah. Oh.

Woman on PA: Dr. Agana to PEDS ICU.

Dr. Rachel Agana...

100 unread e-mails after operating all night.

Why do I like this job again?

Were you in the OR? Yeah.

Nasty bus accident at the airport.

I was called in around 4:00. Kids are at my mom's.

Oh, no. Why didn't you call me?

I didn't want to disturb you while you were in surgery.

What's wrong? I had muffins and bagels delivered to the house

because you've been on the morning routine so often,

I wanted to take care of breakfast for you.

You should have said something.

It was supposed to be a surprise.

Do you think that your mom could go over there and grab them?

I am in back-to-back meetings,

and Richard wants the quarterly budget report

before it goes to the board.

Sounds like you need a break.

That is the opposite of what I need.

Trust me. I had your job. You have to pace yourself.

This job is very different than the job

you had 10 years ago, but, um, thanks for the tip.

I'm just trying to help.

I have to go fire an anesthesiologist. Okay.

Lucas: Uh, you said we'd be saving lives.

I said you'd be helping to save lives.

You are contributing to one of the most memorable experiences

in a medical student's education,

providing the opportunity to learn human anatomy

while developing their own understanding

of what it means to be human.

Uh, are those... I hate this already.

Cadavers for Ander-Simmons's med school anatomy lab.

We scan them so students have images

to help them diagnose how their cadavers died

during their anatomy-class dissection.

Good luck. Uh, you're not helping?

Ce n'est pas la mer à boire.

Pretty sure that means "we're screwed."

Woman on PA: Dr. Karascos to PEDS.

Dr. Vivianne Karascos to PEDS.

Dr. Ndugu.

Am I getting out of here today?

This pneumonia's taking up all of my field time.

I supposed to be out blocking the half-time show.

Mr. Riley's a high school band director.

You win the state championship three times in a row?

Oh, come on, don't take the fourth one away from me.

All right, well, we'll make this quick so you can get back to it, all right?

Dr. Griffith. Darren Riley, 55, history of smoking

and pulmonary fibrosis, admitted for

multi-drug-resistant gram negative pneumonia,

currently on seven liters nasal cannula and Vanc-Zosyn.

Oh, there's music in the voice. You sing?

No, but I marched in high school.

Birds of a feather.

Which instrument?

Trombone.

Oh, former 'bone player and a doctor.

That's not bad. It's not.

SATs are low, despite the nasal cannula.

Okay, uh, let's put him on high flow

and then get him to CT.

Dr. Griffith's gonna take you for some scans. More scans?

We're doing everything we can to get you out of here, okay?

Stay close. No local family,

and his last ABG came back borderline.