"Previously on "Grey's Anatomy"..." "Oh, uh..." "Um..." "Sorry." "Mom!" "What are you doing here?" "What's going on?" "Are you okay?" "Just a little consult." "Breast cancer?" "I'm so sorry." "Would you like me to grab Maggie for you?" "Oh, no." "I had a baby." "Had?" "He lived for 43 minutes without a brain." "And it almost killed me." "Tell you not to come home?" "I cannot keep doing this." "Doing what?" "I'm not..." "I don't want to have a baby!" "I think about you a lot, and I'm telling you, I am in..." "If you are." "What do you think?" "Keep it moving, folks." "Come on." "Move along, please." "So, he says to me that when I figure it out," "I should give him a call." "I mean, who says that?" "She found her mom in baggage claim." "Anyway, he's an arrogant ass." "And Maggie has terrible taste in men." "I don't like the guy." "I mean, the sex is great." "Maybe I shouldn't be picky about great sex." "You should be picky about sex." "You're hot." "Well, you have to say that because I let you eat my food and live in my house." "Yes, but it's still true." "Thank you." "There she is." "Stuff comes apart." "An eggshell is never gonna come back together." "A window will never unbreak." "30 seconds in, she's talking about her boobs." "That's what's on her mind..." "Her boob job, her boobs, which are perfectly fine, by the way." "You know what?" "When she gets in the car, you look at them, and you tell me that they're not perfect." "I'm not gonna check out your mom's boobs." "It's called the second law of thermodynamics." "It's also called life." "Oh, it's good to see you, Meredith." "Hi." "It's good to see you." "And, um, Alex, right?" "What did you tell them?" "What?" "!" "I'm not the one getting the ginormous boobs!" "Stuff rarely comes together." "But it'll always come apart." "Wait." "You're saying that you don't have the budget for dozens of babies and their tiny beating baby hearts?" "Don't." "Unh-unh." "No." "Every time you want something, you say," ""but the tiny babies." "The teeny, tiny babies."" "But you are the doctor who cried, "tiny baby."" "Dr. Webber, you tell her." "Robbins wants new wireless fetal monitors, when the ones we have are..." "It's not my concern." "Well, damn." "It's not you, it's me." "I pissed him off, too." "Not like I did." "Yeah, a little bit like you did." "What did you do?" "I have a patient." "D..." "Hello." "Incoming!" "Deluca!" "Incoming." "Eta less than a minute." "I didn't know you were back." "They said one of the patients had syncope." "You'll need a neuro consult." "I just meant, how are you doing?" "It's nice to be working." "But it's, uh..." "But it's gonna be a busy day." "I'm hoping this will be quick and easy." "Elsie Clatch, 95, fainted while hiking, but now G.C.S. is 15, vitals are stable." "Gently, gently." "She's been injured." "Please, Lewis, all this fuss." "Hiking?" "How do you think I made it to 95?" "Alert and oriented times three." "Sir, did you injure your wrist?" "Uh, no, it's fine." "He fell, too." "He wouldn't let go of my hand." "No reason to take a chance, sir." "Let's go." "Her syncopal episode lasted at least 60 seconds." "Oh, it sounds like you've been watching a lot of medical shows, sir." "He's not gonna like that." "I'm a cardiothoracic surgeon." "1, 2, 3." "Don't be pompous." "You were a surgeon." "So was I." "They're surgeons now." "She'll need a head C.T." "Still, we'd like to rule out other injuries." "Oh, it's nothing." "I-I just got a little lightheaded." "You don't know it's nothing." "I know as much as you do." "I fell down." "I'm old." "I'm allowed." "You'll need an EKG and labs with cardiac enzymes." "You heard the man." "Hey." "Hi." "Pierce asked if she could discharge the triple-a that you guys were working on if you didn't have any objections." "Nope, not at all." "Great." "So, did you have a chance to think about it?" "Oh, no." "I don't need to think about it." "You can discharge him." "No, no, no." "I mean, uh, the thing that I said about how I think about you." "No, I haven't thought about it." "I-I-I..." "I have three kids..." "And a job." "I'm a surgeon." "Right." "Take your time." "How are you feeling?" "I'm..." "I'm good." "Just a little tired." "Yeah." "Chemo's not my idea of a great time." "Sure." "Well, I spoke with your oncologist." "She gave me a full report, and the chemo's been working." "Your repeat scans came back, and they show a good response." "You are her star patient." "Ooh, and the prize is a mastectomy." "Your reconstruction is gonna go perfectly." "It'll be my best work." "Today, we just focus on getting your pre-op taking care of, and we get our oncologist up to speed." "Did you want, um..." "Maggie here before we continue?" "Um..." "Diane, you didn't tell her yet?" "It's too much stress." "Which is exactly why she needs to know, because it's gonna be stressful enough for you." "We're already fighting today." "No, as your doctor, I can't, in good confidence, continue to let this go on, all right?" "It's bad for you both." "It's bad for everyone." "Well, just not yet." "When?" "Our surgery is tomorrow." "After." "I can just have the surgery and tell her then, and I can tell her that I had cancer and not that I have it." "That's not the best idea." "It's how I want to do it." "Is that understood?" "So, did Dr. Avery answer all your questions?" "He sure did." "So you discussed everything?" "Even size?" "We discussed everything I needed to discuss." "So what did you decide, size-wise?" "I just want to be prepared, you know?" "I've been hugging the same person for the last 30 years, you know?" "This is a big..." "Maggie." "This is a big renovation." "Maggie." "I-I don't want to discuss this with you." "Just..." "Leave it alone." "Fine." "Well, I hope you'll enjoy being a nice, self-involved, lonely person with an incredible rack." "Pretty straightforward modified rad." "I'll remove the breast tissue, then do a lymph node dissection, and leave you to the reconstruction." "Sounds great." "Need something?" "Yeah, I'm on your service today." "No, you're not." "I didn't request a resident." "Dr. Minnick assigned me to you." "All right, I will, um..." "I'll talk to Dr. Minnick after I finish up here, but no, thanks." "I don't need anyone." "Okay, sorry." "You all set?" "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." "Thanks very much." "This is Diane Pierce?" "No, no, no." "Do not look at that." "You're not on this case." "Is this Maggie's mother?" " Wilson, please." " Jackson!" "Hey." "What the hell?" "Why am I locked out of my mother's file?" "I'm a doctor." "Yes, well, she requested privacy." "I'm her daughter." "She can't handle the fact that I might have an opinion about her boob job." "She's anxious because she's going into surgery." "Now you're telling me how my mom feels, Jackson?" "What is going on here?" "Level with me." "You saw what happened the last time she was here." "And I thought we could actually fix it." "I wanted to talk and actually try, but she has been shutting me out from moment one." "Why is she doing this?" "You know, I really..." "I really couldn't say." "Is she embarrassed about the boob job?" "Then why is she getting it?" "She's scared..." "About her surgery." "I mean, she needs support." "She needs your support." "So I'm awful, is what you're saying." "It's..." "You know that's not what I mean." "Okay." "I'll try." "I will leave it alone." "I will try." "Thank you." "Just tell me, are they gonna be huge-huge?" "Maggie, please." "Just trust me." "Okay, thank you." "Wow." "No, no, no." "Don't." "I don't need to remind you of HIPAA, right?" "Okay, nothing to be discussed." "Right." "Sorry." "Well, you know now." "So I guess I can use you." "Only if you can..." "I-i can." "All right." "Then go ahead." "Get prepped." "Close the door, please." "We do this hike every other day." "I don't know why today I got so wonky." "Squeeze my fingers, Elsie?" "Hard as you can?" "Very good." "I'm sorry." "Are you the Dr. Clatch?" "Uh..." "I'm one of two, yeah." "You... you are." "Uh-huh." "You worked with Dr. raven." "Uh, geez, don't remind me." "You helped develop the cardiopulmonary bypass machine." "The man was a blowhard and a grabass." "That is true." "Right." "So, were you there when he first connected a child to his mother's circulation?" "Okay, let's all focus, please." "Was I there?" "Yeah." "I did most of it." "Deluca, take her to C.T. and page me when she's done." "All right." "Dr. Clatch, I'll be happy to show you where you can wait, okay?" "No, you will not." "I'm gonna stay with my wife." "Oh, stop." "You don't know brains." "I know enough!" "Dr. Clatch?" "Okay, follow me." "Huh?" "Yeah." "Would you page me when her studies are back, please?" "Hey." "Just stop it." "Stop what?" "Pretending like we're doctors." "We are doctors." "I'm your husband!" "You can't hide in plain sight from me and..." "Ignore the fact that we haven't talked, and that we have things..." "I'm at work." "We are working." "You're trying to act like nothing happened!" "You ran out on me." "You ran away from home!" "From your husband." "You're married." "We got married!" "I know!" "We took vows..." "For better or for worse." "Amelia, you" "Running out, acting this way is not how a marriage works." "So I need you to tell me right now." "Are you ever coming home so we can work this out..." "Or not?" "Perfect." "You need to decide what you want." "Because I know." "I know what I want." "And at some point..." "You need to figure that out, too." "Just pull it together." "So, you weren't into the idea of her being a surgeon at first?" "I was." "Oh, he wasn't!" "I was halfway through my residency, and Lewis said to me," ""Elsie, this surgeon business"" "is not making you any friends." ""You need to think of something else to do."" "I was trying to take care of you!" "But you didn't, did you?" "I did not." "Good." "Because you knew what you wanted." "Oh!" "This one gets it." "Well, it was a different time back then." "It was." "It was." "All right, let's give the Clatches some air." "They are not here for your entertainment, guys." "Time to go." "Oh, let them stay." "How else they gonna learn?" "They have a lot of work to do." "This is a teaching hospital, right?" "So teach them." "It's all right." "Come on back." "I can see by your faces that the news is bad." "So just tell me how bad." "You have a brain bleed." "A loculated acute on chronic subdural hematoma." "Oh, god." "Elsie, the bleed is only gonna keep increasing." "It could become catastrophic at any time now." "Now, I-i could do a craniotomy and decompress the hematoma." "With a chance it would give me some more time?" "Yes, but Dr. Shepherd doesn't think that's a good idea." "She didn't say that." "Didn't say, "I want to" or "I need to."" "She said, "I could."" "That's what we tell our patients when we don't want to give them nothing." "I'm sorry, kids." "Lesson's over." "Got it, folks?" "Okay?" "Hey." "How's it going?" "Boobs." "Oh!" "You have to let that go." "My mother wants basketball boobs." "You let it go." "Mom boobs again?" "It doesn't stop." "What reason does she have to defile her body that way?" "Are you sure you want to know that?" "My mother wouldn't let me Pierce my ears until I was 10." "She told me that masturbating made Jesus cry." "She said that nail Polish was for prostitutes." "That woman wants stripper boobs?" "Yes, I want a reason." "Her reasons..." "Are for sex." "Why would you say that?" "Okay, well, maybe she just wants her, um..." "Shirts to fit better." "Okay, now, Th..." "That's almost understandable." "To get more sex." "I am asking you guys for advice." "Okay, okay." "Sorry, sorry, sorry, okay." "Okay, tell me again." "Am I just..." "Supposed to accept that this horrifying thing is happening?" "Am I just supposed to get on board... fold?" "Make a decision to support my g-cup mom?" "No, you're right." "You do need a reason." "I do!" "She can't expect you to just blindly jump on board." "You should demand a reason." "That is bad advice." "It is?" "She doesn't owe you an explanation, and you don't have a right to tell her what to do with her boobs." "No, I'm..." "I'm not..." "It's her body." "It's her boobs." "She doesn't have to justify her decision to anyone." "I mean, don't come at her demanding anything." "Just..." "Give her some support." "I want to know what you did to Richard Webber." "Nothing." "Ooh, it was bad." "Really bad?" "Okay, shh!" "I kissed Eliza Minnick, and he caught me." "Mnh-mnh, mnh-mnh." "Mnh-mnh, what?" "I get why he's mad at you." "That was way worse than what I did." "How is that worse?" "You gave away his job." "And you put your mouth on the person who took it." "See, mine was a business decision." "You made it personal." "That doesn't even make sense." "I mean, listen." "This it has nothing to do with him." "Bros before potential love interests." "I wouldn't talk to you, either." "That's unprofessional, disappointing." "You know what?" "You just feel guilty." "You know that you did wrong, and you're just trying to make yourself feel better." "Whatever helps you sleep at night." "Mm-hmm." "Lewis, let her talk." "I..." "I've heard all I need, Els." "A successful surgery would definitely buy you more time." "But as you know, the amount of shift, combined with your age and aspirin usage are bad prognostic signs." "Surgery holds higher risk for you, much higher." "So it's settled." "No surgery." "Nothing is settled." "But she just said..." "I know, but if we don't do anything," "I'm gonna go anyway." "Well, that's better than me walking out of here alone tonight." "Will you listen to me?" "You're not getting this surgery." "Will you excuse me, Lewis?" "El..." "But I would like to talk to my doctor alone." "Dr. Clatch, how about we go get a cup of coffee?" "Okay." "Now, you were saying." "Elsie will talk her into a surgery." "She's stubborn." "I need to talk to that gal's boss right away." "He needs to back her up." "She is the head of the neuro department." "She is the boss, and she's stubborn as hell, too." "Dr. Clatch, I know Dr. Shepherd very well, and you can trust her." "She's not gonna be talked into anything that she doesn't want to do, okay?" "Okay, come on." "Come on." "Dr. Clatch..." "I worry you won't survive the surgery." "Based on your age alone..." "It could kill you." "Or it could give me more time." "I need more time." "I need time to help him learn how to be alone." "I also want more time with him." "Do you believe 60 years is not enough?" "I can take no for an answer." "Don't." "I prefer it, actually, to no answer." "Why do you always have to do that?" "Why do you always have to make a joke of everything?" "Are you serious, or aren't you?" "Of course I am." "Because I'm not joking." "This isn't funny to me." "You know, you keep pushing me, but you're not giving me anything to go on." "Oh, man." "We have been going around and around with this for months." "I feel like I don't know you." "And everybody that I know that knows you..." "They don't like you." "And you just keep making jokes like somehow that doesn't matter to me." "That's not true." "This isn't up to me to make a choice." "It's up to you to give me a reason." "Wow." "Okay." "You want a reason?" "Yes." "Okay, there..." "There are all sorts of reasons to like me..." "Actually." "Name one." "I have to go." "I thought you weren't doing the surgery." "I never said that." "You said you thought it was a bad idea, and I practically assured Lewis that you wouldn't." "Why would you do that?" "She's my patient." "I thought you made a decision or at least consult with him before you changed your mind." "Okay, enough!" "Stop it, Owen!" "No more!" "All your pre-op tests came back looking terrific, so just two more things before we get you home for some much needed rest, okay?" "Number one..." "No eating after midnight, right?" "Okay." "And number two..." "We are gonna tell Maggie." "Oh, no." "I told you, uh..." "After the surgery, after the cancer is out." "I'm not gonna perform the surgery," "Diane, unless we tell Maggie." "You can't do that." "Of course I can." "I'm your doctor." "But it's not your business." "And it would be an irresponsible course of treatment." "Okay, Maggie is your only support system here." "I-I'll just get another doctor, then." "No, you won't." "She told you I was the best 'cause I am." "You trusted her then, and you trust her now." "I understand." "It's okay to be afraid." "You don't have to be afraid for Maggie." "She's not scared of cancer." "She would just want to fight this with you." "Let her be there for you." "I should've told her months ago." "It's not too late." "It's too late." "Mom?" "You ready to go home?" "Maggie..." "Sweetheart..." "Mom, it's fine." "Good luck tomorrow." "I hope that your implants are everything that you want them to be." "I'm not getting implants." "Mom, it's fine." "I have breast cancer." "I have breast cancer, and they're doing a mastectomy tomorrow." "What are you talking about?" "What is she talking about?" "Here." "Come here, honey." "Let..." "She really said that?" ""I need more time with him"?" "That's what she said." "Deluca, suction there." "60 years of marriage." "Wow." " That's..." " It's never enough time." "If it's 60 years or it's 6 weeks." "It's never gonna be enough." "Well, these people are an anomaly." "What?" "You're saying two people can't have a long and happy marriage?" "I'm saying maybe this is an unrealistic ideal of marriage." "60 years of good, bad, and ugly." "That's..." "Everything." "What's wrong with wanting that?" "Nothing." "There's nothing wrong with wanting that, Deluca." "Scissors." "Well, Webber's pissed." "And, honestly, he's got a right to be." "When does it end, though?" "It doesn't solve anything, for him to walk around, scowling at me." "When does the cold shoulder stop?" "It will." "He'll come around." "Oh, uh, Shepherd's decompressing the hematoma." "Fingers crossed." "Mm." "60 damn years." "Right?" "You have it in you?" "Hey, when I said "I do," I meant I do." "Even though I know what you're gonna be like in 60 years." "And what am I going to be like, Dr. Warren?" "Bossy." "You'll be retired and jonesing for the days when you ran a whole hospital, bossing me around, and tuck and tuck's poor wife." "Oh, lord help that woman." "Oh, like you're gonna be some walk in the park." "Me?" "Gonna be distinguished with a little touch of gray." "And one of those guys that tells the same stories over and over and exaggerates it every time." ""And then I sliced a woman open on the kitchen table during a rainstorm."" "You have it in you?" "If the stories come with foot rubs." "Deal." "Saturation levels have remained the same all night." "She's stubborn..." "But she's right, as usual." "60 years..." "Not many couples last that long." "You want to know the secret?" "Everyone wants to know the secret." "I'll take it if you have one." "There isn't one." "Just stay married to her, I guess." "I would never have had the life I did without her." "So I just stay married to her." "If there's something else, some other secret..." "Well, she's the one who knows it." "I don't know a damn thing." "'Cause you never stop yapping." "Oh, Elsie!" "No more." "No more locking me out of my mother's chart." "I want to know anything and everything." "I want to be CC'd on every chart, every post-op report, every test..." "No secrets." "I did want to tell you, you know." "How could you let me talk to her like that?" "You could've stopped me." "What is wrong with you?" "We're supposed to be friends." "Why didn't you just tell me?" "I am your friend..." "Maggie, but I'm also her doctor." "Go fix her." "I want two-hour neuro checks and call me immediately for any signs of increased ICP." "Got it." "Nice job." "Thanks." "I know I was against it, but it looks like you were right." "I think you gave that couple more time together." "I don't care..." "What you think." "Amelia, stop." "You don't have any right to an opinion." "And you certainly don't have the right to bully me." "Bully you?" "You don't have the right to give me ultimatums about when to come home and make up my mind." "Okay." "For better or for worse..." "That's what you said." "Well, guess what." "This is the "for worse"!" "And you don't have the right to just decide that I don't have myself together, okay?" "You... you don't make me the one who is wrong." "I am tired of being the messed-up one, okay, because I'm not." "You are at least as messed up as me." "You disappeared!" "You are suffocating me!" "That is unfair." "Really?" "I would love to ask Christina how suffocated she felt by you, by your needs, by your idea of a baby, by what you want." "All right!" "Stop!" "Not here." "I only wanted the same thing you said you wanted." "You told me... okay, why do you even want a baby?" "Have you asked yourself that?" "What?" "Why do I want a baby?" "Yes, yes." "What do you need that you don't have that you think a baby is going to bring you?" "I want a family." "You have one!" "You and me..." "That makes one." "What else?" "W-w-what do you need?" "I mean, it's normal to want..." "No, you don't get to call what is normal!" "You don't know." "You want a dream, Owen." "And when you have a child..." "You might not get to have what you asked for." "You get what you are given." "And it might be wonderful." "And it might be painful, and it might be both." "I know you're scared, but..." "Amelia, I think you'd be an amazing mom." "I was already an amazing mom, Owen." "For better and for worse." "Are you here for that?" "Are you here for that?" "Or do we just play by your rules, by your "normal" rules?" "'Cause that's not life." "It's not a marriage." "Not one that's gonna last." "How we doing?" "Feeling better?" "A little more... 16:22." "I'm sorry?" "16:22..." "The time of her death." "For when you want to put it down." "I looked." "Okay, all right." "Got it." "I think that we should talk about what you saw with Eliza and I." "Arizona..." "You've always had an active love life." "If I worried about who you've been kissing on, it would leave me little time for anything else." "Okay, you're mad, and you didn't mean that." "Yes, I did." "No, I didn't." "Damn it." "This is what I've turned into." "I've become this person who takes sides and counts votes." "It's ugly, and it's bitter, and it's small." "This is what Bailey's done here." "I'm..." "I'm so sorry." "You said you were with me, Robbins." "I believed you." "I was." "I am." "I j..." "I just didn't expect to feel this way, okay?" "I-I-i didn't try to." "Okay, you know what?" "I need some time, okay?" "I'll..." "I'll come around, but..." "I need some damn time." "Take all the time you need." "Well, I can call the morgue, and I can finish her paperwork." "Hey." "Hey, look, she was 95." "Okay, you were right." "They had way more time than most." "They wanted more." "She wanted more." "That was the only reason to do the surgery." "And we took away what little time they had." "Shepherd said her co-morbidities made it unlikely that she'd..." "Why do we do it?" "Why do we do any of it?" "Why..." "If we can't do what we say we were gonna do, then..." "If we actually have no control, then how dare we tell them we can, you know?" "It..." "I think I'm in love with Jo." "I m-might be." "I..." "I'm pretty sure." "Stop talking." "Stop talking." "I want more." "Hey." "Go away." "I'm sorry." "Go away." "Hey." "No." "It's okay." "I don't have a good reason." "I tried to come up with one." "So then I thought, "well, why do I like her?"" "And I don't know." "From the first time I saw you, you were at the O.R. board." "You were talking with Pierce, and she said something that made you laugh, and..." "I couldn't move." "And then I had to wait for you to write your name on the board because..." "I just needed to know who you were." "So, I d..." "I don't have a good reason for you to like me." "I didn't even try to like you." "I didn't want to." "And I certainly don't want to have to think about you all the time, trying to come in early, see your name on the board, come up with that one thing that's gonna make you smile" "so your eyes do that thing they do." "Anyway, uh..." "So that's why I joke so much and to keep from having to say anything like this." "So, I don't have a good reason." "I'm sorry." "I wish I did." "Okay, so you should ask me out to dinner." "Do you want to go out to dinner?" "Yes." "Dr. Grey, Dr. Pierce needs you." "Okay." "Sorry." "So, another signature here." "Um..." "Do you know what funeral home you want yet?" "No, o-our church might know." "Do I have to fill all this out now?" "Can I do this in the morning?" "Of course you can." "Everything can wait until tomorrow." "Okay." "Is there anything else I can do for you?" "Well..." "I-i don't have a car." "Elsie and I came in an ambulance." "Well, let me call you a cab." "No, it's... it's fine." "Just..." "Tell me where I can get one." "I'm..." "I'm all turned around." "Well, just go out here, turn right, and at the corner." "But, Dr. Clatch, please, let me just get you a..." "No, I..." "I have to figure things out for myself now." "I-I... okay." "Thank you." "Here." "That's for you." "Thank you." "Everything comes apart at some point." "We all will." "It's the law." "It's what we were designed to do." "My mom is really sick." "We have to face it and accept it... and try to hold it together... for as long as we can."