During another intern bitchfest, this time in the locker room, George moans about losing five patients. "I feel like the angel of death." Cristina's not doling out any sympathy, just telling him that 95% of the codes are basically dead anyway and have no hope of being revived. George is completely aghast that no one told him this. I'm curious how he got through medical school without knowing, since it seems kind of like an important fact. Regardless, he demands to know why she didn't tell him this while he was flaunting his job that morning. "Because," she says, "you're George, and I'm Cristina." Well... you can't argue that. It's a reasonable explanation. George, who's been chewing on a toothpick, suddenly is pick-less in a little editing blip. Well, hopefully it's a blip and he didn't swallow it in his indignation.
Meredith sits cradling the Penis Cooler in a rocking chair while Nemesis Intern tends to the baby. As she reaches into the incubator she says, less aggressive than she's been all day, "I really did think I was right, you know." Meredith does know, and clearly understands and isn't lording it over her. It turns out some people really can put animosity aside when, say, the life of an infant is at stake. She tells NI, "We almost never are. We're interns. We're not supposed to be right. And when we are, it's completely shocking." And there you go, folks -- the latest ad campaign to get your ailments treated at a teaching hospital. NI asks Meredith if she feels... and before she can, Meredith finishes for her: "Terrified. 100% of the time." NI smiles at her and says, "Good, it's not just me." "No," Meredith agrees.
Meredith checks on Allison, where a glum McDreamy reports no change in her condition. He tells her that he's got four sisters of his own, and if he were in this situation, they'd all be there with him, and he'd want that. "Having no one? I can't imagine that." Meredith tells him she can, but not having any real idea of what's going on with her family, he tells her that her mom would absolutely be there, "flying these cowboys in from Prague to do amazing medical procedures." Her mom really is regarded as a romantic, epic figure in medical circles. She wistfully agrees, "That's true, I do have my mother." He doesn't notice her tone. Fortunately, he has something more fun to talk about, namely the elevator smooching. He asks about why they're kissing but not dating, assuring her, "Don't get me wrong, I like kissing. I'm all for the kissing. More kissing, I say." Well yeah, cheers to more kissing! I say. She doesn't know what came over her, and he continues to tease flirtingly, "Is it going to happen again? Because if it is I'm gong to have to bring breath mints." He adds in a tiny whisper, "Put a condom in my wallet." Excuse me while I take a break from typing to fan myself -- it's gotten a little bit warm in here.