| Meredith enters the locker room, and places her bag next to Christina. Izzy slams her locker shut and gives Meredith a pointed look as she leaves, George close behind Izzy, pointing at Meredith, then to Christina. Meredith sighs and turns to open her locker to change into her scrubs. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What was that about?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Nothing." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Nothing? Yeah. I really don't believe that. It's Barbie and Bambi." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Ok. Fine. Do you want to stay at the house?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course I do. I don't have anywhere else to go." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If you want to stay, you need to start helping out around the house. You're clothes are all over the living room. You never take a single dish to the kitchen." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't do dishes." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "If you want to stay, you need to make an attempt Christina." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't clean and I don't do dishes." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What about helping with cooking dinner?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't cook, either." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Bailey sticks her head into the locker room and spies her two remaining interns. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Are you two done with the heart to heart? Because I do believe that this is a hospital with patients. Patients whose lives need saving." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yes, we're done. Totally ready to work," Meredith says, slamming her locker shut and pulling her stethoscope around her neck and turns to leave the locker room, Christina hot on her heels. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Meredith, Christina, George, Alex, Bailey, Ripley and Derek are all crammed into Jeremy's room. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Presenting?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Jeremy Wilder age 35. In a car accident before Christmas. Dr. Buffet performed the Halstead-Reitan Battery tests on Mr. Wilder. She discovered that there is extensive brain damage. We will be going in to try and repair the damage," George explains. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Good. O'Malley, you're with Sheppard today. Buffet, will you be looking on from the gallery?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Heck no. Blood makes me squeamish. An open brain flap, I would definitely be on the floor." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Skull flap. All right then." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ripley wears a pair of scrubs as she exits the patient's room, looking slightly annoyed. George grabs her and pulls her aside. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hey, everything ok?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yes. Why wouldn't everything be ok?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "I don't know. You look..." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Look like what George?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Nothing." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Ripley huffs off in the direction of her office. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| In the next patient's room, Christina is presenting. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "This is Melinda Mayfield, age 14. She�s in need of a heart transplant." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Who's the attending doing the surgery?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Christina pauses for a moment and opens up the chart to look up Bailey�s question. �Dr. Burke?� | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Yang you're scrubbing in. Get Melinda prepped for surgery." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Can't I...?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Don't you think you could learn from Dr. Burke, world renowned cardiothoracic surgeon?" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Of course I can." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||