Mere starts to wrap us up. "Forgive and forget. That's what they say." Cristina's watching Adam and his dad when Lexie comes up and thanks her for saving her butt during surgery. Not one for mush, Cristina just replies, "Well, that's my job. Three." She then asks where the labs are, and Lexie sighs resignedly. VO: "It's good advice, but it's not very practical."
Izzie's at home, lying in bed and sobbing. VO: "When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back." There's a knock on the door, and Alex comes in wearing a black tank top. If I were Izzie, which I wouldn't be because I have two brain cells to rub together, but if I were, George would be really far from my mind right now. Alex tosses down a box of Kleenex, and tells her to keep the noise down. Mere finishes, "When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled. Old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for is that one day, we'll be lucky enough...to forget."
Callie sits on her bed, just staring, and after a few moments turns out the light to sit staring in the darkness. It doesn't look like forgiving or forgetting will be in the cards for quite a while.