200 baris pertama.
Picture this:
you've spent the past five years
of your residency training to become a surgeon.
But those five years suddenly don't matter
the only thing that matters
the only thing between you and the rest of your career
is a test
in a random hotel in a random city
with a random examiner asking you random questions.
Nervous? You should be.
We should be gone by now.
The flight's not for three hours. You're fine.
I-I'd be fine if people showed up on time.
No one is going to be late.
San Francisco is a short flight away.
There's no reason to be nervous, okay?
Oh. Not again.
I'm sorry.
It's just that my parents called me this morning
to wish me luck,
and they told me that their church is praying for me,
and what-what-what if I don't pass?
One in five people don't pass.
Kepner, stop. You're a trauma surgeon.
We're soldiers.
We fight battles harder than this test every single day,
and we win, okay?
So dry your tears.
I want you to repeat after me.
I am a soldier.
I'm a s-soldier.
No, no. I want to hear you mean it.
Repeat. I am a soldier.
I am a soldier.
- Now get on the bus. - Okay.
Karev?
Now have salmon for dinner.
And tell room service to make sure it's not frozen.
You lose omega-3s if it's frozen.
Avery, are you listening to me?
I'm trying not to.
All right, how are you on cash?
I figured you needed some. Uh...
Okay, don't overthink it.
They want standard protocol, not cutting edge.
I mean, this is a test in proficiency,
and well, y-you're proficient in your sleep.
So just make sure that you get a lot of sleep.
You want me to be relaxed, right?
Exactly.
This isn't helping.
- You're right. - Bye!
- Go! - Bye.
Kick ass.
Ahh. Hee!
It's exciting, huh?
They started off with so little promise,
I feel like I'm witnessing a miracle.
Where the hell is Karev?
Oh, he'll be here. I trained him right.
Oh. Okay.
Coming! Don't leave without me.
Miracle.
Where is Meredith Grey?
They called ten minutes ago.
She started throwing up right after I dropped her off.
She's really warm. Maybe I should stay.
No, babies get sick. It sucks,
but it's the disgusting circle of life.
We have trained too hard.
I have personally put in hours of my life
that I will never get back,
so you are not failing
just because your mommy hormones are all "Code orange."
Go to the airport. Pass your boards.
My baby is sick.
Well, lucky for her, her father's a doctor.
Takes a village.
And Zola's village is chock-full of doctors.
Okay? She will be fine.
Just go. Make me proud.
All right. Mama loves you, Zo.
You're my Zozo. I love you.
- I'll be home soon. - Yeah, shh.
Hey, Torres, thank you very much.
Do you mind looking after her for a minute?
I gotta make some calls.
Yeah, no. No.
Sofia had that bug last week, so...
I'm not getting anywhere near that.
What happened to, "We're a village"?
It's a metaphor, Shepherd. Good luck.
What's the deal with Tommy's platelet count?
Did you know it dropped?
He's not your patient anymore, remember?
His crit's been decreasing, and his SATs are low.
We might want to...
We've been getting along just fine without you
these past few weeks.
I don't need you butting in now.
Karev, outside.
Now.
Tommy's deteriorating.
What did his X-rays show?
Just... shh.
Okay...
Look your examiner in the eye, but don't stare.
And don't... and don't rush your answers.
You know, it's okay to take a second
to just compose yourself.
But don't... don't take too long.
Yeah, I got this.
Okay, I hope you do.
What?
I mean, I know you do.
23 minutes late? Not okay!
Is it too late to request a van without you on it?
I need you, Lex.
Hi. Uh, uh,
what?
I need you.
I'm doing a skin graft,
and I'm stuck with an intern who thinks that
debriding the necrotic tissue
is the title of a Nine Inch Nails album.
- Are you sure it's not? - It might be.
I'm not familiar with their later work.
You're just sad because Jackson is off to take his boards.
He and I work well together.
We understand each other.
Like you and I used to, you know?
So I need you.
I can't.
Uh, I-I-I am way behind
on all of this, um, research for Shepherd.
You know, I was gonna pull an all-nighter to finish, so...
All right.
Thought it would be fun, working together again.
But if you're busy...
Mark, wait.
You should check out the latest Nine Inch Nails album.
It is pretty...
fresh.
Okay.
I said fresh.
16-year-old male driver, car versus streetlight.
Arrested once before they freed him in the car
and once in the rig.
B.P. 80 systolic, tachycardic.
Contusions and lacerations over chest and abdomen.
- Where's Altman? - Abdomen is rigid
So there's probably a lot of blood in the belly.
It took over an hour to get him out.
Uh, kid arrested twice in the field.
Add an E.K.G. to the trauma labs
and get X-ray in here, stat.
- Right away. - Oh, God. Ricky.
Oh, excuse me.
What was he even doing in his car?
He's supposed to be at basketball practice.
- Okay, is he allergic to anything? - No.
Does he have heart problems?
No. Probably driving too fast.
We sore that if he got even one ticket,
we would take that car away from him.
Hang a unit of O neg and make sure the C.T. is ready.
Rick! What is happening? Why are they doing...
- Let's step out. Let's step out. - What's going on?
Oh, sorry. Ow!
That's... oh, Case Western Reserve.
Uh, do you know Ted Stevenson, head of trauma?
I do, yeah.
He just offered me a job.
I might be an attending there.
April Kepner, Seattle.
Kevin Banks. I'm the guy whose job you took.
I was waiting to hear, but I guess I just heard.
Thanks a lot.
Well, he hates me.
How do you do that?
You've been here, like, two minutes.
My examiner is gonna hate me, too, instantly.
Don't psych yourself out.
One in five people fail the boards.
Fine. Psych yourself out.
It's just a test. We've all dealt with worse.
No one's bleeding out on your table.
We will be fine.
Cristina.
What?
Zola has the stomach flu.
So? Kids get sick. Derek's with her.
Zola has the stomach flu.
Oh, no. No, Mer, you can't be sick.
Mm. You cannot be sick.
Okay.
You're just freaking out.
Okay.
J-just take deep breaths, okay?
Just take deep breaths.
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