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About six weeks... Maybe eight

Okay, I'm okay.

You're not gonna wake up gorked. Shepherd knows

Get it together, Dr. Shepherd.

I don't want to get my own coffee. I...

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

Adapting to its environment,

Uh, you're welcome.

It does matter. I'm not ready.

showing signs of heart failure.

It has the same routine day in and day out...

We just do, I suppose.

- She does! - I heard you.

"We'll do the surgery when I'm ready."

and tell them how I plan on doing it.

I've seen the case, okay?

Get me out of here!

Nobody wants something that nasty in their head.

And you, how am I supposed to trust you at all

we are the invader.

and crossmatching.

I cannot listen to the smugness in his voice.

until now was...

Charming, isn't it?

I have no time to make it personal.

Open the abdomen, open the uterus, deliver.

I'm not ready to take this over yet.

Something's happening. I'm experiencing symptoms...

a master class in neurosurgery.

How do you kill the baby without killing the mother?

It's like divine justice.

Herman's not exactly the warmest person, so...

while wearing oven mitts.

Stop it now! Just...

because some idiot resident keeps talking to me!

- Why would I do that? - Because it's emergent,

Somebody hand me a glove. Scissors.

You know, there are even some types of tumors

So, um, you were really serious about that?

She's not insured,

together, and you know that.

Yeah, I mean, she's killing me with back-to-back surgeries but...

I'm sorry, but I'm working on a very limited time frame

shoved brain matter out of the way to find room for itself.

when you don't seem to care at all!

and it's all your fault, so...

I am not negotiating with a patient.

that when we die, we go to heaven.

Shepherd's prepping the O.R.?