Sad Sack Room of Piteous Pishers Who Need to Purchase a Set of Brass Balls at the Nearest He-Man Emporium, STAT! George is sitting on a table as the Medicine Crüe watches from the hallway. "Go away!" he pleads with them. They move off, and Meredith asks the Crüe if George is going to be okay. Alex says he just dislocated his shoulder, so he's going to be fine. "That's not exactly what I meant," she whines. Cristina kind of gives her an "Oh, you don't get to feel sorry for yourself today, Miss Thang!" look. Izzie starts to walk off, but turns to deliver some homespun judgment all over Mere's ass. "Meredith," she says, "if you can't make this right, if you can't fix things with George, just so you know, if it comes to choosing sides, I'm on his." Hey, thanks for that, Izzie! By the way, I'll remember this when you come to me crying that Alex gave you the CLAP and a scorching case of CRABS and you'll want a non-judgmental shoulder to cry on, okay?

Mere turns to Cristina, and all she has to say is, "He's the weaker kid. I mean, even I don't beat up on the weaker kid. It's cheap." Mere says that she did a terrible thing. Cristina says that George has been in love with her since day one and that there's no way she didn't know that. "We all do terrible things," says Cristina as she walks off. "Thank you," whispers Mere. "You're welcome," whispers Cristina back to her. I'm trying to figure out if I could love Cristina more, but I'm quickly concluding that there's simply no way I could fit more Cristina love into my heart right now. She just delivered the perfect blend of truthful chastisement and gentle forgiveness I've ever seen. She doesn't let Mere off the hook, but she also doesn't vilify her for what is, essentially, just a big effin' mistake. My Cristina love knows no bounds.

George's doctor arrives to attend to him and immediately recognizes him as the "heart-in-the-elevator" guy. The doctor, played by the immensely talented Sara Ramirez, starts to give George the eye as she checks him over. It's fairly obvious that she wants to take him right there in the examination room. But George is too busy indulging in his own little pity party -- complete with conniption cupcakes and a crying clown car -- to notice. She asks him what drugs he wants to kill the pain; he opts out of the drugs because he's still on duty. She asks him if he got into a fight and he tells her that he fell down some stairs. "Where, at your girlfriend's?" she asks. Nice fishing, Doc. That wasn't transparent at all, no sirree. She pops the shoulder back in and gives him a sling. She wants him baaaaad.