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"Grey. You're up." Bailey's voice cut through the fog. "Trauma bay. Motorcycle vs. guardrail. No helmet."

Bailey glanced at her. "Good work, Grey. Don't stop now." Grey--39-s Anatomy- 3-7 3-- Temporada Episodio 7 A...

Meredith watched the dance of gloved hands, the silent communication of people who had seen a thousand deaths and still fought each one. She thought of Derek's voicemail. She thought of her mother's voice, cold and brilliant, saying, "Love is a distraction, Meredith. Don't let it cost you a patient." Motorcycle vs

"Her who?"

"My fiancée. We had a fight. I left. Then the rain… the guardrail came out of nowhere." "Good work, Grey

"Elena. We met in the rain, actually. Stupid, right?"

Meredith nodded, pulling her scrub cap tighter. In the hallway, she passed Cristina, who was arguing with Burke over a post-op cardiac output reading. Their whispers were sharp, surgical. Meredith didn't stop. Love, she had learned, was just another kind of surgery—you cut, you repair, and sometimes, you bleed out on the table.