George is sitting in a fetal position on the stairwell, his forehead balanced on a railing, when Callie sees him through the window and joins him. Before he can say anything, she rushes in, saying, "We were broken up, as in not together." George whispers, "We can't do this now," but Callie can't be blamed for not knowing he's serious this time since he's accosted her before in the same way, and wishy-washed through their whole relationship. (Or rather, their excuse for one.) She forges ahead. "I slept with Mark to get over you and guess what, it didn't work. It was a mistake. But I did not betray you, George. I wouldn't, I would never do that." It's too much for Georgie, and he screams, "I can't do this now!" and she flees. The count goes up to two on the "I can't understand why these women want to even try to make it work with these jerks" meter.

Bailey and a team transport Janelle when Mrs. Dickerson sees them and asks where they're going. Bailey tells them they're taking her to surgery and advises her to go back to her husband's room, when she pathetically says that he's in surgery too. With her super Spidey sense, Bailey knows something is wrong; she sends the team up to the OR, and goes to help her. Mrs. Dickerson, in a tortured voice, asks, "What did I do? How could I have done this?" It turns out she knew her husband was having foot trouble, and their daughter even came and took away his keys. Bailey guesses the rest, that she gave them back to her husband. Mrs. Dickerson cries that they didn't mean any harm, and her husband loved driving and would have been so hurt if she'd sided with their daughter. Bailey is amazing, as usual, and softly comforts her, telling her that she knows they didn't mean it but that she still needs to talk to the police. She takes her hand and leads her down the hall, and though she's a few inches shorter than the older woman, she is the much larger and comforting presence. She rocks my socks.

Burke and Cristina scrub in for surgery silently.

In Janelle's surgery, Burke pulls out the absolutely ginormous piece of glass and gives the team instructions. Cristina asks about stitching her up but he sternly says he's got it, and when she presses about how she's been practicing, he sends her to the other side of the table. It's as insulting as if he actually told her she needed to sit in the corner for a time-out, and it isn't lost on the others in the room as glances are exchanged over their masks.