"previously on "grey's anatomy"... i have a feeling." "what kind of feeling?" "like i might die." "hello?" "clearly not my dream." "my contractions are ten minutes apart and my water just broke all over your shoes." "why can't we call each other by our first name?" "i don't think so." "do you know i can't remember the last time we kissed?" "where is my husband?" "got into a car accident trying to get to the hospital before the birth." "is my wife here?" "there's not going to be any baby born today." "meredith and cristina are doers." "they're doers." "i'm horny, i'm half-naked and i'm saying yes." "you want to stand there and talk metaphors, or do you want to literally take off your pants?" "a quiet board means trouble." "a quiet board is death." "hannah. hannah davies." "why do you have your hand inside my patient?" "my husband has to go and stand in front of his big gun-- he shot himself with a bazooka?" "was there an explosion?" "no." "so i'm touching live, unexploded ammunition?" "as of ten minutes ago, all the operating rooms at seattle grace are completely evacuated with the exception of dr. burke's team." "and dr. shepherd's team." "i'm not leaving bailey's husband on the table with his skull flap open." "pink mist." "that's what the bomb squad calls you when you blow up." "dylan young, bomb squad." "that device is homemade, which means it's unstable and very unreliable." "i am 22 years old." "she's panicking." "we need to clear the room." "this is some kind of mistake." "i have to!" "oh, what did i do?" "what did i do?" "what did i do?" "in hospitals,they say you know." "you know when you're going to die." "some doctors sayt's a look patients get in their eyes." "some say there's a scent,the smell of death." "some think there's just some kind of sixth sense." "when the great beyond is heading for you, you feel it coming." "whatever it is,it's creepy." "because if you know, what do you do about it?" "forget about the fact that you're scared out of your mind." "if you knew this was your last day on earth... how would you want to spend it?" "what's going on?" "something happened in o.r. three." "what?" "i don't know." "all i know is that hannah, the paramedic, she's missing." "chief?" "what's happened?" "a quiet board." "a quiet board is what's happened." "dr. shepherd." "dr. burke." "how's it going?" "if i do what the textbooks say, he could lose the power of speech, herniate through the first craniotomy and die." "what's your other option?" "well, if i do at i want to do, he could lose the power of speech, herniate through the first craniotomy and die." "yeah." "well, good luck with that." "thanks." "is there something you want?" "you know, it was really stupid of you not to evacuate." "hmm. you, too." "yeah, i know." "we should consider a change of profession." "yes, we should." "now can you operate and, uh, remove the device from the guy?" "after the bomb squad is through assessing him, i'm going to try." "gotta say, don't want to be the guy that kills bailey's husband." "i don't want to be the guy that kills us all." "dr. shepherd." "dr. burke." "you realize how stupid that was?" "it was, mer.increadable stupid okay, you know when you don't need to be made fun of?" "like, when you've got your hand inside a body that's got a bomb in it and a stranger is velcroing a flak jacket to your boobs." "okay, okay." "you've got a sense of irony." "only when things are really ironic." "i had a feeling." "what's that?" "nothing." "time for you to go." "no, i'm staying." "there's nothing more you can do here." "we've got it covered." "cristina, this is not another cool surgery." "this ammo could go off at any time and kill everyone in this room." "do you get that?" "you cannot be in here." "you think this is about surgery?" "cristina, i cannot do this with you in here i cannot think." "we'll be fine." "it's okay." "you know in the movies how there's always the hero and then there's the other guy, the guy who sees danger and then runs in the opposite direction?" "yes." "be the other guy." "so you have a plan, right?" "you're really gonna get me outta this, right?" "i feel like colors are brighter." "does anyone feel like colors are brighter?" "my head hurts." "it's the adrenaline." "do you have the smell thing?" "'cause i have like this crazy-- shut up!" "are you okay?" "of course she's not okay." "how could she possibly be okay?" "you're insensitive." "i'm not innsitive." "would you two just shut up?" "nobody cares if the blue is bluer or if you have super smelling powers." "meredith could die." "any minute she could just... die." "actually stop living." "dead." "a corpse." "oh, go--i'm sorry." "god, i have really inappropriate reactions to this kind of stress." "i'm sorry. hold on." "okay?" "yeah." "should we, like... should we, like, do something?" "i mean, call meredith's family?" "we are meredith's family." "i'm sorry." "i'm sorry." "we are meredith's family." "this area's been evacuated, dr. yang." "and somehow you're still here." "i have to be here." "you don't." "yes, i do." "dr. yang-- yes, i do." "besides, i-- i'm guessing you need a little company." "how's he doing?" "he's hanging in there." "how's that paramedic hannah doing?" "hannah?" "the girl with the bomb." "she's hanging in there, too." "calm down." "calm down?" "i have an evacuated o.r., a bomb in a body cavity, a missing paramedic, an intern with her hand on the explosive, two world-class surgeons in harm's way, a man on a table who may bleed out at any moment" "unless we remove the bomb from his chest and my favorite resident in labor, who you are now telling me refuses to push." "really? "calm down"?" "you really want to say right now to me, "calm down"?" "okay, don't calm down." "dr. bailey is scared, sir." "it's a day to be scad." "she won't let me examine her, but from what i can tell, her contractions are 40 seconds apart, and she is refusing to push." "the baby coulgo into distress, and if she doesn't come out of this, i mean, and soon, then i gonna need an o.r. to do an emergency c-section." "i can't give you an o.r., addie." "i don't have an o.r. to give." "can't you convince her to push?" "bailey's rational." "she's not bailey right now." "she's a woman in labor whose husband is in surgery next to a bomb." "so is yours." "this is about bailey." "i need an o.r." "i don't know what to tell you." "look, richard, we have about an hour to change bailey's mind." "and then i'm gonna need you to get me an o.r., build me an o.r., find me a helicopter to fly me to any o.r. in the city." "otherwise, instead of having a baby, she'll be losing one." "here are the blueprints you asked for, chief." "thank you." "i laugh at funerals." "i don't go to funerals." "izzie. iz... i was jealous." "i was jealous of meredith and the surgery. i... i-i was... jealous, and now... i was jealous, alex." "is this the strangest thing that's ever happened in your o.r.?" "i'd have to say that it is." "good." "'cause i'm very competitive." "all the best surgeons are." "dr. montgomery-shepherd just talked to the chief." "they're really worried about you." "she's on the phone with mercy west right now to see if they have any o.r.s available." "i need someone to drive me home." "they're talking about doing an emergency c-section." "they can talk all they want." "i'm not going to mercy west." "the baby is not coming out." "i need a ride." "i can't focus enough to drive myself, and tucker... i need a ride." "you could lose it." "you know this." "i told you already, i'm not having this baby until tomorrow." "this baby could die before it's even born." "can you give me a ride home" "dr. bailey-- then get out." "is--is there any news?" "what?" "oh, i'm sorry, mrs. carlson." "m-my husband... i was wondering if there was any news because you look so worried." "and i heard this doctor saying that even ough that girl's got her finger on the tear in his heart," "that my husband's losing... blood." "every second, he's losing blood, which means he could die." "he could die." "i ask because i know yoll tell me the truth... because you look so worried." "mrs. carlson... yes... it's possible he could bleed out and die if we don't operate soon." "okay." "okay." "thank you for telling me the truth." "i'll just,m... i'll just go wait over here." "look, will somebody get me an update?" "and where's the head of the bomb squad?" "i'm right here, and we're good to go." "my team's in place." "dr. burke is ready." "the patient' in stable condition." "we can have the bomb out in under ten minutes if i'm not interrupted again." "in the o.r., we put our patients under general anesthesia." "yeah?" "that involves a steady flow of pure oxygen." "well, can't you turn off the oxygen in my o.r.?" "i can and i have." "but... this is your o.r." "this is the o.r. floor's main oxygen line." "it's gonna be okay." "you don't know that." "it's just what you say." "i know." "where you going?" "i can't just... i gotta do something to help." "thank you for saying that it's gonna be okay, even if it is just what you say." "stop it." "i'm not a patient." "what?" "the two of you are looking at me the way we look at patients, like i'm gonna freak out at any minute." "i'm not gonna freak out." "so whatever it is, just tell me straight out." "the main oxygen line runs directly under this room." "okay." "not okay?" "well?" "i need one of you to tell me what this means, exactly." "because i think i know what it means, but i tend to be "glass half-empty" these days." "so i won't trust what i think it means because what i think it means is that if the bomb were to explode over the oxygen line, the whole hospital could blow up." "and that's just crazy, right?" "i need an answer on when they're gonna start moving." "chief." "look, i'm busy." "i know, i know you're really, really busy, but if there was something, anything that we could do to help, it would really be very helpful." "we need an assignment, sir." "look, i need... chief?" "i need... he's pale and diaphoretic." "check his pulse." "we need some help over here." "come on, let's move people." "i'll get a wheelchair." "i think he's having a heart attack." "meredith, all it means is that we have to move." "move?" "that's right, we have to move." "and now, because i don't want to spend another second in this room." "wait." "i can't wiggle my fingers because we can't shift the ammo." "and now you want to roll out the entire gurney?" "well, that's our safest-- safest option." "so we move." "not a problem." "we can do this." "you handling this, grey?" "i'm handling this." "so how's it look?" "hard to say for sure." "e.k.g. is normal." "that's good news." "all right, i'm getting up." "sir, you should really wait until we get the blood work back." "i'm not listening, stevens." "you can talk to me, dr. stevens." "um... um... okay." "your husband should really wait until we get the blood work back for confirmation." "okay, out, both of you." "i'm gettin' up." "you're gonna have to bodycheck me to do so." "adele, there is a bomb." "i heard." "dr. montgomery-shephd... what are we gonna do?" "i mean, about dr. bailey." "can--can we drug her?" "against her will?" "no. well... yes?" "i mean, can't we force her to push?" "if, uh... declare her temporarily insane?" "you want me to declare miranda bailey-- miranda bailey-- incompetent?" "do you think that'll help?" "you think it'll make her more inclined, more comfortable giving birth?" "i don't know, that's why do you think i'm not doing everything i can to help her?" "i mean, do you think i'm just out here because, i don't know, i'm feelin' a little lazy, just needed a little "me" time?" "i'm just asking-- stop asking!" "because no matter what you ask, the answer is i don't know." "i'm doing everything i can-- everything i can." "miranda bailey's husband is in mortal danger-- actual mortal danger-- and there is not a lot i can say to comfort her right now because there's not a lot anybody can say to comfort me." "i'm doing my best." "dr. bailey is doing her best." "and i need you to do your best, and i need it to be better than standing here asking me the world's stupidest questions." "i don't know, o'malley!" "hey." "you okay?" "wait, are you bleeding?" "i-i think i fell." "i was--i was running, and, um, and i fell." "it's okay." "are you hannah?" "yeah." "can i have those scissors, dr. yang?" "what is so interesti out there, dr. yang?" "i-i... you're doing great." "let's go over it again." "the device is shaped like a rocket." "it's about 8 inches long." "and we're gonna have everything ready." "dr. burke's team is gonna be in place and my team is gonna be in place." "then i'm gonna ask you to take the hand that you have in mr. carlson" "and wrap it around the device." "and pull it out." "level." "pull it out while keeping it level." "you know, i don't like you very much." "i don't like you either." "what are you doing?" "stop." "stop right where you are." "what are you doing?" "i thought dr. burke told you to leave." "we're moving to an o.r. further away from the oxygen line." "you know, in ce we blow up." "i distinctly remember him telling you to leave." "where is he?" "he's prepping the o.r." "then he'll never know, will he?" "you stay over there." "you stay over there." "you ready?" "nice." "tell me something." "what?" "cristina... i have my hand on a bomb, i'm freakin' out, and most importantly, i really have to pee." "tell me anything." "he told me he loved me." "last night-- he thought i was sleeping, but i heard him say it." "burke loves you." "yeah." "mind your own business." "burke loves you." "yeah, everybody has problems." "well, are you gonna say it back or... of course not." "he didn't say it to me." "he said it to sleeping me." "reciprocity is not required." "besides, he might blow up." "excellent point." "All right, everybody." "let's just keep placing one foot in front of the other." "nice and slow." "all right, meredith, we're almost there." "okay." "we're almost there." "nice and easy. you ready?" "yep." "all right, let's go." "all right, nice and slow." "you had to say you were gonna die today." "i told you." "but you are gonna need a couple of stitches." "hannah... uh, is there someone you'd like me to call?" "family or maybe... okay." "that doctor... dr. grey." "meredith." "is she-- she's still there." "so she's still alive?" "she's alive." "she's still alive." "dr. milton shouldn't have left you." "he's a coward." "i'm the coward." "no." "i ran away." "you think you're gonna be different." "you think you're gonna be the kind of person who stays and does something." "you know, a good man in a storm." "i'm a paramedic." "i'm supposed to stay and do something." "i'm not supposed to run away." "i'm not supposed to hide under the stairs 'cause i left two people to die." "i was supposed to stay and do something." "i ran away." "well, blood work's back." "the chief had an anxiety attack." "who's gonna tell him?" "um... i gave you sex in a linen closet, you tell him." "fair enough." "okay, dr. bailey, let's go." "dr. bailey, i need you to turn on your back." "i need you to push." "leave me alone." "miranda... all right, i can't let her go any longer." "i'm gonna go tell richard that he has to give us an o.r., okay?" "dr. bailey, i'm surprised at you." "i really thought-- this is not how i thought you would do this." "dr. o'malley, i don't think that-- i truly-- i expected more george... you're dr. bailey." "you don't hide from a fight." "you don't give up." "you strive for greatness." "you, dr. bailey..." "you are a doer." "i know your husband's not here, and i know there are a lot of things going on here that we have no control over." "but this... this... we can do." "okay?" "okay." "let's have this baby." "we're ready when you are." "we're good. meredith?" "yeah." "i'm going to extend the wound." "when i cut, the bleeding's going to intensify." "if we're going to save mr. carlson, you have to pull the ammo out immediately." "but remember, remove it while keeping it as level as possible." "nice and easy, no quick movements." "level." "right, level." "you ready?" "i, uh... do i have a choice?" "you have to be ready." "yeah." "i guess." "scalpel." "i guess i'm ready." "how's it going out there, yang?" "everything's fine." "how's the girl with the bomb?" "how's he doing?" "he's almost there." "i need suction." "irrigate." "you didn't answer my question." "sir?" "how is the girl with the bomb?" "it's meredith." "the girl with the bomb is meredith." "i'm good. she can go." "all right, now, meredith... wrap your hand around the nose cone." "meredith." "grey." "grey." "damn it. we're losing him." "okay, push 1 of epi." "thready pulse." "epi in." "nothing." "okay, give me a wet lap." "we're gonna roll him on three." "let me know when everybody's ready. let's go. we gotta go." "we gotta go." "come on, let's go!" "meredith." "george and izzie shouldn't have to move out of the house." "no. you hear me?" "you should make sure-- make sure that they... they get to stay in the house." "okay, miranda, keep go--good.push." "a little bit more." "i can see the top of the head." "i gotta stop." "oh, stop." "okay, that was good." "that was very good." "that was... okay." "are you ready?" "ready?" "okay." "push." "ohh!" "good." "wide-complex bradycardia." "push 1 more of epi and 1 of atropine." "come on, come on." "you don't do this, tucker." "you cannot quit on me, tucker." "do not quit." "in." "grey... his pressure is dropping." "grey." "i-i can't. no." "i can't. this is crazy." "burke, you're gonna go." "you go." "both of you should go." "nobody's dying today, grey." "meredith, i want you to look at me." "look at me." "i know this is bad." "and i know that i'm this ass who's been yelling at you all day." "so you pretend that i'm not." "you pretend that i'm someone you like." "whatever you need, but you need to listen to me." "i'm scared." "i know." "you can do this." "it'll be over in a second." "you can do this, meredith." "okay." "okay." "gently." "good. stop." "oh, . bailey, i can see the top of his head." "he's got a lot of hair, but he's cute." "o'malley." "yeah." "stop lookin' at my vah-jay-jay." "yes, ma'am." "you did good." "what the hell is happening down there?" "who's coming up?" "okay." "come on, sweetheart." "all right,people." "they're coming up." "derek." "preston." "d-dr. burke... is my husband, uh... alive?" "yes." "is he..." "gonna stay alive?" "thanks to that young lady over there... she is." "oh." "thank you." "thank you." "thank you. thank you." "thank you." "where is she?" "you had to be a cowboy." "wh-where is she?" "she's right over here." "derek." "oh, you're okay." "you're okay." "that is not the "she"" "he was asking for." "burke." "are you awake, burke?" "i love you, too." "this is our son-- william george bailey jones." "hello." "hello, my little man." "hello." "there's someone at the door for you." "hey." "hey." "you almost died today." "yeah." "i almost died today." "i can't... i can't remember... our last kiss." "all i could think about was, m gonna die today, and i can't rememb our last kiss, which is pathetic, but... the last time we were together and happy, i... want to be able to remember that," "and i can't, derek." "i can't remember it." "i'm glad you didn't die today." "it was a thursday morning." "you were wearing that ratty little dartmouth t-shirt you look so good in." "the one with the hole in the back of the neck." "you just washed your hair, and you smelled like some kind of... flower." "i was running late for surgery." "you said you were gonna see me later." "then you leaned into me, you put your hand on my chest... and then you kissed me." "soft... it was quick, kinda like a habit." "you know, like we'd do it every day for the rest of our lives." "you went back to reading your newspaper, and i went to work." "that was the last time we kissed." "lavender." "my hair smelled like lavender from my conditioner." "lavender." "if you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it?"