It had taken Meredith almost five minutes to get all three children together. As they walked down the hall towards the cafeteria, the children were playing with latex gloves that Meredith had provided as a distraction. Brad was trying to fit his glove over his head.

When they entered the cafeteria, Meredith took the kids into the line with her. She picked up a black tray and looked at the children.

"What kind of snacks do you want?" Meredith asked them, but received nothing but shrugs. Meredith picked up a plate of cookies, "How about some cookies? I think they're chocolate chip."

"Yeah!" Brad exclaimed.

Meredith set three plates of cookies on the tray and began towards the cashier.

"I want pie!" Brad said, picking a piece up and setting it on the tray.

"Can I have a pudding?" Harry asked, waiting for Meredith answer.

"Sure." Meredith replied with an uncertain nod.

Harry took a cup of pudding and set it on the tray. Susan pointed at a display of red and green Jell-o.

"Jell-o!" she called out and Meredith added that to the tray as well.

"What about fruit?" Brad asked, wrinkling his brow.

"I think we have enough." Meredith told him.

Brad set a banana and an apple on the tray anyway. Meredith sighed and careened the children to the cashier, payed for the food, and took them to an empty table in the outdoors dining area. Once Harry, Brad, and Susan were seated and busily eating their snacks, Brad looked at Meredith, who remained standing.

"I need a drink." Brad said, pouting.

"Right." Meredith nodded, feeling dumb for forgetting to buy the kids something to drink, "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Meredith wove her way through the crowded dining area and back into the food line. She scanned the drinks, faced with a dilemma.

"What do kids drink..." Meredith trailed off, picking up a milk, then a juice, then a soda.

After several minutes, Meredith chose three chocolate milks and three apple juices. Upon returning to the table, she frowned. Susan had chocolate on her face, jell-o was spilled across the table, and Brad had pie on his shirt. Meredith set the drinks down.

"I'll get some napkins." Meredith turned with a sigh and headed for the condiment stand.

Meredith took as many napkins as she could carry and turned around, hoping this was the last trip she had to make. She froze, seeing Harry standing next to the table, his face red, calling out to her as Brad, also flushed, bent over in his chair. Meredith dropped the napkins and dashed to the table, prepared to perform the Heimlich maneuver, thinking Brad was choking. However, when she reached the table, she saw all three able to breathe, but the boys were having a difficult time.

Harry placed a cold hand on Meredith's arm. His face, like his brother's, had red splotches on it and his lips were bright red and swelling. Both Harry and Brad were wheezing, unable to catch their breath. Meredith looked over at Susan, whose face was pale from fear.

Meredith faced Harry, "What happened?"

"Allergic..." Harry spat out between shaky breaths, "Peanuts..."

Harry pointed to the cookies and Meredith's mouth dropped open. Cursing under her breath, Meredith turned back to Harry and knelt in front of him.

"It's okay..." Meredith tried to remain calm, looking Harry in the eyes, "Do you have a plan that your parents set up in case this happens?"

Harry reached into his pocket and shakily pulled out an EpiPen, an instrument containing epinephrine, which aids in a case of an allergic reaction.

"Do you know how to use it?" Meredith asked.

Harry nodded and uncapped his EpiPen. Meredith turned to Brad, whose was still bent over. Meredith went to him and kneeled in front him, ignoring the crowd forming around their table.

"Brad, do you have an EpiPen like your brother?" Meredith said, remaining calm in her surgeon mode.

Brad nodded, still wheezing and brought an EpiPen from his pocket. He gave it to Meredith, shaking his head. Meredith was unsure of how it worked, so she looked over at Harry, who quickly swung his EpiPen into his thigh. Meredith uncapped the EpiPen in her hands and swung it into Brad's thigh, just as Harry had done. After a tense minute of going back and forth between the two boys, they began to breathe normally and Meredith became more aware of her surroundings.

Susan was wailing in her seat, tears falling down her face. A sizable crowd was still gathered around the table, nurses and interns talking amongst themselves. A male nurse Meredith knew as Chase was weaving through the tables followed by a female nurse pushing an empty gurney. Chase stopped next to Meredith, looking between Harry and Brad.

"Do they need oxygen?" he asked.

Meredith shook her head slightly, "They're doing all right on their own, but we better get them to the E.R."

Chase nodded, "Yeah. I saw what was happening so I called for a gurney."

"Thank you." Meredith replied, gratefully.

Chase and the other nurse helped Harry and Brad onto the gurney, leaving them both sitting upright. Meredith picked Susan up, who was now crying loudly in Meredith's ear. The nurse pushed the gurney out of the dining area and in the direction of the emergency room. Meredith followed behind, struggling to carry Susan. She turned to Chase.

"Call up to room three-oh-eight and tell Mrs. Davis to come to the emergency room." Meredith told him and he left.

Once in the emergency room, Susan stopped crying after wearing herself out. She rested her head on Meredith shoulder as Meredith's arms grew weak. A male attending Meredith recognized, but didn't know personally came over to the group. He looked at the two boys and then to Meredith.

"What have we got?" he asked.

"An allergic reaction to peanuts." Meredith answered, "They both had an injection epinephrine."

Meredith reached her hand out slightly, which was holding both empty EpiPens. The attending took them and smiled.

"This is good." he nodded and turned to a passing nurse, stopping her, "I need two beds for these boys."

The nurse nodded and walked off. The attending examined Harry's mouth and throat before examining Brad's.

"We'll get them onto exam tables and decide where to go from there." the attending told Meredith, "But, it looks like the swelling's going down, which is excellent. They may not need any extra dosage. Working quickly against their reactions helped a heck of a lot."

"Grey."

The tone gave Meredith chills. She turned slowly to her right. Miranda was standing with her hands on her hips, gloves and a bloody smock on. Miranda's eyebrows drew together.

"What did you do now, Grey?" Miranda's tone was coaxed with annoyance.

"There was an... incident." Meredith replied, trying to be honest without revealing the truth, "But, I took care of it."

Miranda narrowed her eyes about to address Meredith's incident, when the emergency room doors banged open. Mrs. Davis entered, her face flushed with anger. Meredith swallowed hard, preparing for the worst.