Mrs. Stupid Von Bombgut approaches Burke and asks if her husband is alive, and Burke says he is. She asks if he's going to stay alive, and Burke points at Hannah across the way. "Thanks to that young lady over there, he is." Mrs. Stupid Von Bombgut starts crying and she walks over and hugs Hannah. Aw. Way to throw the credit to the scared paramedic, Burke! McDreamy makes his way through the crowd with a panicked look on his face. The Chief sees him and walks over. "Where is she?" asks McDreamy, obviously distressed. "You had to be a cowboy," snarks the Chief. "Wh-where is she?" demands McDreamy again. Mrs. Chief is watching their interaction very carefully. "She's right here," says the Chief as…Addison comes careening around the corner and worriedly throws herself into her husband's arms. McDreamy's face visibly drops and it's quite clear that, even though he's not throwing Addison to the ground and walking over her crumpled body in order to go off in search of Meredith, Addison's not the "she" he was looking for. Mrs. Chief picks up on this too and pointedly remarks to the Chief that Addison wasn't who Derek was looking for. The "you dumb-ass" is implied.

The "she" McDreamy was looking for is in the locker room, being attended to by Cristina and Izzie. In a scene that directly mirrors the opening scene from last week's episode, George appears in the doorway as Cristina turns on the water and she and Izzie begin to take care of their friend. Slowly and carefully, they remove Mere's OR gown and lean her back under the spray of the shower in order to clean the blood and debris off her. No, I'm not crying. Shut your hole.

Later that night, Cristina falls into bed, exhausted, and looks over at her sweetly sleeping boyfriend. She asks if Burke's awake, and he just snores. "I love you too," she says to his oblivious face. Aw. She turns over to go to sleep. I said I'm not crying, dammit!

McDreamy's Magic Fist of Revivification apparently also has miraculous powers of recuperation attached to it, because just hours after his skull was cracked open, Tucker Jones is wide awake and conscious and taking a nice, long look at his firstborn son, William George Bailey Jones. Awwwwwwww. Sniff. Bailey sighs with relief and puts her head in the crook of her husband's neck. SNIFF.