Grey's Anatomy

They hit you out of nowhere.

- What happened? - We were arguing.

He kept saying that he couldn't trust me anymore,

that I was a liar, that I...

that I lied about who I was.

He hit you?

God, it just got so bad.

When bad things come, they come suddenly, without warning.

I don't know what's gonna happen now.

Nothing's gonna happen. You're safe.

All right? You're safe here.

You just need to get some sleep.

All right? Just try and sleep.

If you need anything...

I'll have my cell.

Where are you going?

We rarely get to see the catastrophe coming...

Alex, what are you gonna do?!

Make sure that's covered, and make sure...

No matter how well we try to prepare for it.

What is all this?

Weather reports say a massive storm is coming.

Hurricane force winds and heavy rain.

They say it's three days out.

So we have time to prepare, then.

Exactly.

So for the E.R., we're gonna need to overstock

supplies and blood products.

Let's get ready for double capacity intakes.

That means extra beds and gurneys in the hallways.

This storm will bring in a lot of casualties.

We're gonna need to make room for them,

so let's discharge all patients that can be.

Post-op and long-term patients

are gonna be transferred to Seattle Pres. further inland.

We're gonna bring in supplementals...

water, food, meds, lighting.

Uh, we're gonna be checking

and refueling the backup generators.

As for you surgeons,

push, postpone, or cancel all elective procedures

until after this storm...

So we're canceling surgeries now?

Well, you can afford to slow down a little bit.

I'm pregnant. I'm not sick.

You're very pregnant.

You're three weeks away from your due date.

- Shepherd. - Yeah.

I need your help. Come with me.

There will be a list of available surgeons...

So you've got your craniofacial baby.

Are you gonna postpone?

No, he said elective.

The kid's got his brain on his face.

Don't snap. I was just wondering if maybe...

Well, we have three days.

Most importantly, we're gonna need to print hard copies

of all computerized patient charts

in case of a power loss.

All of them?

Do we have time to...

I'll do that.

Bailey, it's good to have you back.

I'll put you on the O.R. rotation.

Uh, I mean I'll do the charts.

Folks, they're saying that this is going to be a bad one,

but we have three days to prepare.

So let's do it and be ready when the storm hits.

Thank you.

How's she doing?

She feels like she can't go into an O.R.

She thinks she'll kill anyone she touches.

I... I tried to convince her to come down to L.A. with me,

take some time off,

but then we heard about the storm,

and she said she had to stay and help.

Anything I can do?

I wish there was, but honestly...

Anyone but me.

I know.

I brought him in a few hours ago.

He had a C.T.

I wanted to wait for you.

You gotta help him.

It's Chest Peckwell. I mean, Jason Myers.

So between removing the encephalocele

and closing up the facial cleft...

It is gonna take most of the day.

You guys have any questions?

Uh, n... no.

I guess not. No.

I would tell you not to worry,

but that's a load of crap. You'll worry.

But if it helps,

I'm not worried a bit.

It does help.

A lot. Thank you.

So you knew exactly what to say to her.

Is that a mom thing?

Oh. The Internet told you I was a mom, too, huh?

Oh, God. Okay, all right.

Apparently, I'm super creepy 'cause I know everything about you.

Well, I'm creepy, too, because the Internet told me

that you studied with Bud Clement,

and I did a year under him at Hopkins.

Bud? I mean, he's a genius.

- Yeah. - But oh, my God...

- His breath. - His breath is so bad.

Something died in him.

- It did. - Mm-hmm.

All right. Well, this changes everything.

I mean, if you studied under Clement,

then I'll have you do the calvarial graft

and I'll just focus on the bipartition.

- Cool? - Really? Yay.

Yeah, yay.

Do you want to go get coffee before we start this?

Um... uh, y... uh, yeah.

You know, I have to get some stuff done.

- Mm. - So I will, um, I'll meet you...

- I'll meet you up there. - Okay.

I mean, you're probably just gonna go

cyber stalk me some more, huh?

I might be.

Creepy.

I understand it.

If my dad doesn't wake up, I go live with strangers.

Hey, hey, hey, not strangers.

A foster family.

People who want to take care of you

and are more... more prepared to do that

than your grandma is right now.

Will they play soccer?

I hope so.

What if they don't?

What if they're like the people from "Harry Potter"?

Like, gross, mean, and scary?

They... they won't be, all right?

I promise.

But if my dad wakes up, I could stay with him, right?

Yeah, if he wakes up.

Ethan, honey.

Oh, eat your yogurt.

Okay. Well, I'll see you, all right?

And don't worry.

Okay.

Page me if anything changes.

Owen.

Nancy and I had a conversation

about withdrawal of care.

I did not bring it up. She did.

She wanted to know what the chances are after nine days...

It is way too soon to talk about pulling the plug.

And I told her

since he's gone eight days without improvement,

the neurological deficits are more likely permanent.

Of course you did.

I wasn't gonna lie, Owen.

She doesn't want to put her son through any more, or her...

It's too soon.

Get another head C.T., a C.B.C., and a chem panel.

We just drew blood this morning.

I know. Do it again.

Oh, hey. Hey.

Hey.

Can I ask you something?

S... yeah.

When you and Derek adopted Zola,

how did you know?

I mean, how did you really know

that that was something you were gonna do?

Why? Are you thinking...

Yeah, forget it.

Just forget it.

Clear the hallways for cots.

People will come looking for shelter.

How bad is this supposed to be?

Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, right?

What do we got?

39-year-old construction worker.

Wind blew him off a building.

Fell four stories to impale himself

on three bars of standing rebar.

Vitals are stable.

Minimal blood loss on the scene.

- Maintaining airway. - Okay. Let's go.

Let his name be Bob.

- Please let his name be Bob. - Why?

Shishka-Bob.

My name's Leon.

The patient's awake and responsive.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

It's bad, huh?

This is really bad? Am I gonna die?

The fact that we're talking right now, Leon,

means it's not as bad as it could be.

I guess so.

If these bars hadn't caught me,

I'd be a stain on the pavement right now.

That's the attitude, Leon. Just keep that up, okay?