It's still raining. Derek and Meredith wait with Anna, and Derek comments to her father that the shaman is late. He replies that his shaman is never late. Derek seems...amused? Because a race between a shaman and paralysis is an entertaining thing?
As Izzie watches the surgery from behind Burke, she comments to some other looky-loos that "Poor George doesn't have the steadiest hands." Bailey turns and points out that George can hear her. I wonder, was it that comment that started the slow burn of true love that would be gloriously realized at the end of Season Three? Because I can totally see that. The firemen arrive to open the doors, but Burke orders them to wait. "I have an open chest and a very nervous intern in there." Burke, Bailey just pointed out that he can hear you. George then makes it through and manically yells that he didn't cut the heart or the lungs. Burke then instructs him to do a pericardiotomy, and without hesitation George rattles off the supplies he'll need. Burke looks terribly proud.
Cristina is in Henry's room, instructing him that if he ever tells anyone about what she's going to do, "not only will I kill you but I will sell your body parts for cash." He nods, and she takes a deep breath and says dryly, "There were these women. Nurses. Three nurses. And they were...naughty. Really, really naughty. Three naughty nurses. Saucy, even. Saucy and naughty and...baaaad." She looks hilariously appalled at herself, but also kind of happy, and as she starts to come up with stuff, you can tell she's getting into it. But then again, it's Cristina -- if she's going to do something, she'll do it right.
Izzie's taken her leave of the viewing party and returned to her patient (Mrs. Bradley! Finally, the poor woman gets a name), where she tells her that she's been admitted to the hospital on the same date for the past seven years. Her husband marvels at this, but she brushes it off until Izzie tells her that it's in her records. Izzie then asks if there's any significance to this date the first time she was admitted. Again she brushes it off and says she's sure there isn't, but she's looking more uncomfortable. Her husband remembers exactly, however, as it was the day their neighbor Ted dropped dead, and they watched as the funeral home took him away. When Izzie asks if they were close, Mrs. Bradley (too) quickly says no. But Izzie gazes at her with Realization in her eyes.
George is still wrist-deep in Pete's chest while Alex gets to hold the flashlight. As Burke gives instructions, George feels around inside and thinks he can figure out where the bleeding is coming from. It's too far in for him to repair, but it's small, so Burke instructs him to take his finger and plug the hole. Pete's heartbeat gets stronger as soon as George does, to everyone's relief. Burke tells him to keep his finger there and George asks, "Now what?" "That's it," Burke says and rolls over to lie on the floor and take a deep breath. George: "I just stand here with my finger plugging the hole?" Burke tells him it's that indeed, until the firemen can get the doors open and they can get Pete to the OR. "O'Malley? You just flew solo." George thanks him as the good-looking firemen come to do their work. I got stuck in an elevator once. (Fortunately the door was open enough for my roommate to slip me an US Weekly while I waited for the firemen. Not quite as cool as surgery, but less stressful. And bloody.) But how come the firemen that rescued me were very, very, nice, but normal-looking? I want hot, young, strapping firemen like the ones on my television! Hot, young, strapping, and so wowed by my beauty that one must ask me out to dinner on the spot! Sigh.