A few days ago, Derek needed me for surgery on two twins. This proved to be a success, and I must admit that working in this hospital is much more interesting than in Los Angeles. I don't forget the time there with Addison, Charlotte and all the others, but I think I was not destined to continue my career there. Derek's words on the night of this surgery, everything he said to me and the fact that he wants me to stay... I don't have any desire to leave and when we propose to you working in one of the best hospitals, there no need to think twice. My day begins with a meeting. I do it from time to time, although since the death of Ryan, I'm better. Usually, these are strangers, people who may never meet anywhere else than here. So when I see Richard, that I hear the story with his daughter who is working here, I'm not trying to find out more. There are stories we shouldn't care about, even if we know the person. When he finishes speaking, that i'm paged, I'm walking towards the elevator.
- I just need to know you won't talk to anyone about what you heard. Says Richard by looking at me.
- It's anonymous for a reason, Richard. Of course not. But if you ever wanted to talk, you could, to me. I'm a really good listener, and it's not like I don't have things that I would rather not have everybody here know. I mean, I haven't even told my own brother about..
- I don't want to talk.
The doors open, I go out and heading to ER. I see April who discusses with a woman with her son.
- I got a page ?I say my hands in the pockets of my gown
- Come with me. April replies, urging me to follow her.
Just a few steps and here we are in front of the trauma room. April draws the curtain, Derek is there, busy with the patient. His face doesn't bode well, I feel some stress in the room. That he asked for my help seems strange. I remember the day when I came to help him, more precisely, where I had come to see him and that on the plane I had met a man with a brain tumor that I had decided to bring with me. He had simply asked me to leave, not wanting me to help him operate. Of course, I didn't listen to him and I stayed. Maybe things would change, finally.
- Good, you're here. There's too much blood to do the ventric. Can you help ?
- Geez. He belongs to them ? I say to April after seeing the little boy and his mom, not far from the room.
- Yep. She answers, and immediately, I put on a surgical gown.
- Oh, damn it.B.P.'s 220 over 123. He's bradying. Exclaims Derek somewhat panicked.
- The family's asking for an update. Is there anything I could tell them now?April asks.
- Well, nothing good. Just hang tight, okay ? Said Derek.
We are moving quickly to the OR that has been reserved, to try to save the man. Serious injuries that we hope to heal. But no one can know how things are going to be.
- When do you leave for D.C. anyway ? I was gonna ask Meredith if I could store some things in your side of the closet. I say to Derek.
- Did Meredith tell you that ?
- You both did, loudly, until about 4:00 in the morning. How does it work exactly ? You're not separated, but you're not living together.
- Meredith's staying behind ? Ben asks.
- She is. Derek answers.
- And you're cool with that ? Ben asks.
- You're together but living apart Live-a-partners ! See that ? I gave it a name. Now it's a thing. I say, laughing.
- Yeah, I'm familiar with that thing. I did it with Miranda. Reacts Ben.
- How did it work out for you guys ? Derek asks.
- Well, seeing as I'm not living in L.A. anymore, I'd say it didn't.
- It's not crazy, right, to go after this opportunity ? I'm not a bad person for wanting this.
- No, but Meredith's not either. This is her home. It's your kids' home. You can't blame her for wanting to stay. How are you gonna get laid when the person you get laid with is here and you are in D.C.? Oh, grow 's a valid question. I say, Derek look at me strangely.
- Okay .Removing the skull flap. Derek said, dodging my question.
A few hours later, night fell. We continue the operation, Derek having to leave for a neurological consultation. Ben decided to stay, to help me. I was hoping for a better ending, not to say that at 6:32 pm, this little boy's father died. But despite all our efforts, the cerebral hernia he developed, was too big. I leave the OR and walk the hall when Derek joins me.
- How is Mr. Peterson ? Derek asks.
- On my way to talk to his family now. It's gonna be super fun. I love telling little kids that dad is never coming home. I answer.
- I'll go with you.
- Actually, I'd appreciate that.
- Yeah, somebody should be there to make sure you don't say things like "super fun."
- Ah. Good note. I tell him a few steps away from the little boy. Hey, Luca. What a cool spaceship. Where's your mom ?
- ?The mom asks.
Luca, we just need to talk to your mom over here for sec. You cool to hang out, work on that spaceship? Said derek as I walk away with the mom.
The face of this woman shows me all the sadness of my words. That's right, I'm not telling her what she would have liked to hear and Derek must certainly be talking to the little boy too. The truth is that we always do our best not to have to announce sad news. But sometimes, even doing our best isn't enough.