Meredith grabs McDreamy's arm and spins him back to face her. "You don't get to call me a whore," Meredith announces. "When I met you, I thought I had found the person that I was going to spend the rest of my life with. I was done, so all the boys, and all the bars, and all the obvious daddy issues, who cared? Because I was done. You left me. You chose Addison. I'm all glued back together now. I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke. You don't get to call me a whore." Damn. DAMN! I don't often feel this way about Meredith, but KICK. ASS! McDreamy takes a breath, looks down, and decides, "This thing with us is finished. It's over." Man, what a dick. He calls her a slut, she makes an awesome speech, and he steps all over it by restating WHAT WE ALREADY KNEW as though it were HIS idea and HE was breaking up with HER! No. Uh-uh. You don't get to break up with her. "Finally," Meredith says, nasal with clogged tears. "Yeah, it's done," McDreamy says again. "It IS done," Meredith agrees twitchily. McDreamy goes up the stairs and shuts the access door. Meredith waits a bit, then clomps downstairs, running her hand through her hair and breathing hard.
In Melly's room, Cristina reports on Melly's temp and pH. Burke and Webber mutter some things about oozing wounds and fine lines. Momma sits in the corner in her tailored red suit with her folded hands and says, "Y'all don't have to whisper. I'm sittin' righ' here, I kin hear yew ennyway. And she's mah baby. She's mah little gurl. A big decision like this, going back in and sewing up her," Momma falters, " organs. It's the kinda decision that a momma oughta be involved in." Momma goes on that Melly has asked her mother to be involved with everything, from the dress she wore to a kindergarten dance to what to name her baby. "Because I'm her momma," Momma explains, tearfully, and shrugs, "and it's my job to have an opinion and it's my job to have an answer. Well, I may not have an answer here, but I'm still her momma, so y'all just don't have to whisper." I need an I.V. to replenish my tear ducts. Webber agrees, and he and the rest of the surgeons talk in normal voices about what they have to do. Bailey thinks if they don't do something soon, she'll go into multiple organ failure. Webber agrees and says, "If it's all right with you, Mrs. [Walton], we think it's time to get back in there and finish what we started." Momma nods, smiling through her tears. Happy that she was asked.