...to the outside of the hospital. Burke tells Cristina how nice she looks. She thanks him awkwardly, then Burke tries to open her door for her, which Cristina totally messes up. Aw. Burke is looking pretty hot, himself, in a blazer and sweater with a stand-up collar. They drive off to their destination.
Bailey guides Meredith through Esme's gall bladder surgery. They see that Esme has something called a "porcelain gall bladder," which is apparently not good. Cut to Bailey telling Mr. Sorrento that when they removed his wife's gall bladder, they found calcifications: in other words, cancer. Mere stands there uncomfortably while Mr. Sorrento tries to take it in. Bailey breaks the even worse news to him that the only thing they can do now is keep her comfortable, as the surgery appears to be advanced. She kindly tells him that there are palliative surgeries they can do to help with the pain, but it won't cure it. Mr. Sorrento asks in a heartbreaking little voice how long she's got. Bailey says, from what they can tell, about four to six months. Mr. Sorrento looks over at his wife, lying in the hospital bed, and turns to Meredith. "I don't want Esme to know." Meredith doesn't know what to say. Mr. Sorrento says she's happy, and he doesn't want her to be afraid before she dies. He looks over at her again, and good Lord, it's sad.
George is with his miracle patient, who is like, "No more 'carpe diem,' man. I don't want to seize the day." George doesn't GET IT at all, and starts blabbing about how happy he is to be alive, the sky is bluer, food tastes better, please shut upper... "And I didn't survive a five-story fall!" Mr. Vargas looks away, deep in thought, and George finally understands that he jumped. It should be mentioned here, at this moment of tension, that George has taken the pigeon's beak and hung it around his neck ON A STRING. I don't even know what to say. Thankfully, it's time for some commercials to ease the pain.