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I'm sorry, Richard.

It comes before food, before sleep,

You leave Adele, and I'll leave Thatcher.

pointing, mumbling, staring.

I'll figure something else out.

Guess it's just you and me, kid.

Dr. Miranda Bailey.

So you canceled your resident's surgery?

We knew what we were doing was risky.

All right, Dr. Torres.

No. I can draw blood. I... I... I just wanted...

disease or disability...

Well, she was worried out adhesions, right?

she was back in the E.R. in the middle of the night.

she could've avoided getting her ovaries taken out

I'm a... I'm a leper...

Your patient, who's been sliced nine ways to Sunday, has porphyria.

You hang me out to dry like that in front of the chief again,

- You're sick! - Sir, just calm down. We're not passing any judgment.

- Which teaches you more? - Failures.

I've seen more doctors than I can count.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

we were just...

Are you at all familiar with what surgeons do, Dr. Bailey?

I stuck my finger in the hole and I stopped the bleeding.

but I think that's what it's gotta be, right?

Yeah, you're right. I feel it in my bones, too.

Your C.T. showed that your bowel has twisted in on itself,

I heard the story... the heart in the elevator.

I am 45 days sober today.

He wanted to get his clubfoot fixed.

long before I was chief of surgery,

I've never seen one before in an adult.

He's getting unstable.

I'm sorry, sir.

just because you haven't doesn't mean you can't.

I'm scared, too.

Uh, but then...

Charge paddles? What the hell is going on here?