"Mr. President, you were shot in the head. Right through the frontal lobe. This is an actual medical miracle that I am witnessing." Shepherd explained as his face was full with amazement. His piercing blue eyes were shining and his Colgate smile showed his perfect teeth. "But, because it was shot right through the frontal lobe, it means there can be some problem with brain functions."

Cyrus looked at Dr. Shepherd with a worried expression. "What do you exactly mean by problems? Cause we are talking about the president you know, leader of the free world." Cyrus replied sarcastically. "He cannot afford to have problems right now."

Derek looked at Fitz and then looked at Cyrus. "Well, the frontal lobe is where it gives you the ability to make the correct decisions. What to say and not to say, to do and not to do at times. It lets you resist from sudden decisions and temptations. And because you damaged this area, there might be a slight possibility you may act... Unpredictably." He explained and he felt the stare that Cyrus was giving him. "But.. Let's not get head of ourselves. I am just explaining the possibilities after the surgery; it's the protocol. I cannot guarantee anything. But we can schedule therapy sessions and..."

Before Derek could finish, Fitz interrupted. "I cannot afford to take therapies. I have a country to lead."

"You are definitely getting those therapies." Mellie said as she entered the room with a vase of flowers.

Instantly, Fitz groaned. "Get that woman out of my sight."

Mellie looked at the Cyrus, then Derek, giving him a warm, awkward smile, and finally looked at Fitz. She placed the vase beside Fitz's bed and replied, "What do you mean? I have been by your side all this time. And the first thing you can say is that?" She awkwardly chuckled as she tried to play out the first-lady act since she was aware of the doctor in front of her.

"GET OUT!" Fitz screamed as he pointed the door. Then he placed his hand on his temple and grunted as he felt the splitting pain and echo down his head. He saw Mellie's, Cyrus and Derek's shocked face and whispered. "Just... Just go away Mellie."

Mellie, embarrassed, walked toward the door, and gave it a good slam. Cyrus, not knowing what to do gave Fitz a look.

"..Where's Olivia?" Fitz asked still, having his eyes closed and massaging his temple. "I need.. I need her here.. Now.."

Cyrus turned to Shepherd and informed him that his duty was done and could get out of the room.

And as soon as Derek walked out of the door, Cyrus screamed silently at Fitz. "What were you thinking?! The doctor was in the room, and you kicked your first-lady out, screaming another woman's name! The hell?! What were you thinking? What if he tells one of the reporters about this? Huh? Do you have any idea what will happen?"

"I honestly don't care." Fitz answered. "Let him think whatever the hell he wants."

Cyrus banged on the wall with frustration. "I get it, you got the surgery, your stressed, but you have to remember, you are still kind of the president."

Fitz leaned his head on the backboard of the hospital bed and sighed. "Just get me Olivia Pope."