Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's the chief's VIP, right?
If he wasn't, he would be on his feet in a few days.
I don't care about Alex.
I don't know.
Now, this is the men's room.
- Actually, lzzie. Actually dead. - He's breathing. He has a heartbeat.
And your hair.
Uh, Mr. Mackie, no offense or anything.
except eye-gouging. No eye-gouging.
One you have to learn for yourself.
What's his blood type?
- You got a problem with that, O'Malley? - Oh, uh, no, sir.
[Monitor beeping]
You gotta find a way to get the chief involved.
Oh, my God... You're in a hospital!
We should watch the skin grafting one first.
You know how many patients we have downstairs.
Mrs. Davidson.
Without ID, you can't contact the family.
What are you doing?
it's actually his time of death.
[sighing] George.
Mrs. Davidson, this is Dr. Stevens.
That's fine. You wanna take credit for your saves,
This is really...
[Bailey] This lovely group's his friends.
Ooh. This is the one where my mother...
[Thudding] Augh!
- It would be a waste of life. - Exactly.
- We can't just pull them out... - [grunts]
We're together more than we're apart.
I am not backing down so I can do sutures all day while you're in the OR.
one of you little sniveling no-good snot rags...
I can feel it.
So, go get one. I was here first.
[Door closing]
Meredith, do you want some privacy?
How long has he been waiting?
Look, you really have to let me take you for some tests.
If he's brain-dead, you have to let him go.
That's good, right?
We can't just stand here and do nothing while he dies.
Mackie.