Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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