Grey's Anatomy

Before they're even scheduled for surgery,

every patient asks how long it will take to recover.

The implication being the quicker the better.

The fancy car, the private jet.

It's a nice way to distract from the ick factor

of being flown in for an F.O.C.

That's a "friend of Catherine."

Her friends deserve liver transplants too.

Right. Okay. So we're doing it out of fairness?

I miss the OR.

Hmm. And this has nothing to do with Ellis's school fundraiser tonight?

I spend all my time fundraising for Alzheimer's research.

It gets a hundred-percent of my focus. And I can donate to the school online.

Okay. I get it.

You're scared of the other moms, aren't you?

They're scared of me.

Oh. That's true. That is true.

Plus, this gives me a chance to check on Catherine's shunt.

And, uh, Richard?

Maybe you check on him?

Well, I didn't operate on him. So...

Search online and you'll find advice

from all kinds of people without medical degrees

about how to heal faster...

Morning.

Mmm. Intern retreat morning.

Yeah, a whole day out of the OR.

Why do you sound happy?

No morning rounds. Why do you sound miserable?

-Just interns all day. -You still avoiding Millin, huh?

She threw me under the bus with Altman. Has barely acknowledged me since.

It's kinda hard to do that when you're avoiding her.

-Whose side are you on? -

What are we supposed to wear to this thing?

Uh, clothes?

-Oh. -But do you have to put them on right now?

...because most people don't wanna hear what we say,

which is to rest,

and let your body heal on its own time.

Well, it's not Cottonwood Resort, but you know,

you gotta do what you gotta do.

I loved when Richard would invite my residency class to his home.

For a party or a meal.

But you know, retreat is supposed to be a change of pace.

This is change.

You rearranged the whole living room.

I hope this is fun. They need it.

I gotta go. Altman's been watching me like a hawk ever since the heat dome.

You should be happy that's all she's doing.

What happened to staying out of it?

I'll see you tonight.

Good luck with your retreat.

Oh. No luck needed.

-Danny Ford, retreat facilitator. -Uh.

I've got a curriculum that's worked for its clients from Fortune 100 CEOs

to at-risk teens.

So you're in good hands. Mine.

Well, then I'll keep my luck to myself.

-Okay. - Danny, come on.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-I appreciate it. All right. - Okay.

-Oh, I'll take it. -Thank you, Dr. Bailey.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

I am beat.

Scout woke me up twice last night asking for "wawa,"

and I brought him water, and he spiraled his cup across the room.

I thought you were supposed to be resting.

Yeah, well, most of my patients will be back at work by now,

but Bailey's strong-armed me into taking more time.

It's been less than a week since your procedure.

I am fine. I just...

I feel a little pressure when I go up and down the stairs.

Want me to carry you?

Mmm. Like when I sprained my ankle,

and you carried me to the campus health center. No, thank you.

-I only dropped you once. -Yeah, I wouldn't brag about that.

- -Okay. Yeah.

Hmm.

-I don't hate it, but what is it? -Mm-hmm?

Bacon, egg, cheese, a pancake between two doughnuts.

It's a sandwich of my favorite breakfast foods.

Yeah!

Mmm.

-Okay, you just-- -Okay.

Yeah, so you just kind of just squish it down.

- -

Go fix bones. Okay.

My Aunt Jeannie brings potato salad to family picnics in a cooler like this.

Well, this one's for precious cargo.

Katie Ramsey's waited six months for this heart.

Well, I won't tell my Aunt Jeannie

that you don't think her potato salad is precious.

And I won't tell our patient that you compared her heart to potato salad.

-Fair enough. -Mmm.

Morning.

-Dr. Ndugu. -Hey.

I thought I missed you.

Jackie said that you had already checked on her.

Oh, yeah, I got an early start on rounds today.

-Jackie's doing well, so... -Yeah.

...and now I'm picking up a heart for a transplant patient.

That's impressive.

I'm actually glad I ran into you. We've been here so long.

It feels kinda weird not to start my day with you.

- -

She seems nice.

-Yeah, I helped save her daughter. -Mm-hmm.

Doesn't seem like that's why.

- Hey, Amelia. -Hey, how's Jo?

Not answering my texts about lowering my rent now that Levi's moved out.

That wasn't for me.

Marley Frank, 37,

jumped off the 15-foot high bridge into shallow water. No LOC.

Complains of neck and back pain. Vitals stable.

I'm also freaking freezing.

Hello, Marley, I'm Dr. Lincoln.

This is Dr. Shepherd and Dr. Helm. We're here to help.

I do need to ask, did you hurt yourself on purpose?

We can find somebody for you to talk to.

No, it wasn't that kind of jump, I swear.

- Marley, we're here. -

Are you a runaway bride?

Divorcée. Just finalized it.

I'm having a divorce party to ring in my good riddance era.

Yeah, you are!

I was tossing my ring into Lake Union when I remembered how expensive it was.

We tried to stop her, but we didn't make it in time.

We had a few celebratory mimosas.

-Oh, I can make more. -Yeah!

-They were my bridal party. -Now we're her divorce party.

Yeah! Yeah!

Okay, let's go to Trauma 3.

-Okay. Not you. - Let's go!

You take them to the waiting room. No alcohol in the hospital.

This way.

So what happened to the case you mentioned last week?

The patient's thigh skin graft worked 'cause it was thicker and stronger.

Are you talking about the thigh skin or his new penis?

-You know it's both. -

Are we interrupting?

Oh, no, Dr. Marsh, please.

-Meet my former student, Dr. Evynn Moore... -Hi. Pleased to meet you.

-...and her lovely wife... -Nice to meet you.

-...Professor Tasha Lawson. -Hi.

Nice to meet you. Urologist?

Oh, leader in penile reconstruction.

She thinks she taught me everything I know.

Child, please. You couldn't have cared less about a penis before you met me,

-and you know it. -She's not wrong.

Tasha, Evynn.

Good to see you again, Dr. Webber.

- Good to see ya. -Good to see you too.

I see you already have a general surgeon on the case.

Tasha's case is complicated. She needs a real team.

On top of her bile ducts being scarred

because of the primary sclerosing cholangitis,

she has situs inversus.

I thought my sinuses were okay.

They are, babe. We're talking about your abdominal organs being reversed.

Don't let her confusion fool you.

She's a poli-sci professor and the smartest person I know.

We might be looking at hepatic encephalopathy.

That's why she needs a new liver.

I need a new liver?

Yeah, baby. That's why we're here.

Your liver's failing because it's not draining properly.

Yeah. But what about my sinuses?

They're okay, T.

We're grateful Dr. Fox got us listed here and the liver's finally become available.

The Portland hospitals were giving us the run-around.

You're with the best now, Tasha.

Okay, well then, I'd like Tasha's consent to have her records sent over.

I already got 'em.

We've had issues with hospitals losing things.

Dr. Fox always said we have to take care of ourselves

-'cause no one else cares as much. -Mm-hmm.

-Okay, let's get started then. -Okay, I'll see you soon.

Thank you.

Richard, where are you going?

-Marsh and Grey, they can handle this. -Evynn is expecting you.

I can go. He clearly doesn't wanna work with me.

I know Meredith prefers to keep her cases close to the vest.

-I'll work with whoever. -Stop. Everybody, just stop.

Do you know what happened to Evynn and Tasha before they came here with us?

They were rejected by, not one,

but two hospitals that were thrown by the situs inversus.

And when Evynn pushed on them, they questioned her medical credentials.

They said whatever they could to make her feel lesser, make her feel small,

to make her go away.

I promised them top-notch doctors.

I promised them A-plus care.

Make me rescind those promises, and you know what will happen.

Put it aside.

Okay. Shall we go look at the scans?

It's good to be back in the field, huh?

Yeah, I barely get out, even near the hospital.

Well, that woman in the elevator could probably show you around.

All right, she's... Her daughter's my patient.

Not forever.

Yeah, well, we already went out once. So...