The stubborn mother-to-be reports another contraction to "Dr. Montgomery-Shepherd." The baby still isn't descending, and Addison tells her they're out of time, his heart rate is slowing, and if he starts having something that sounds like, "late d-cells... " She trails off and the mom interrupts nastily to ask if this has actually happened yet. Addison admits it hasn't, so the mom won't do anything. This is such a maddening storyline for me -- I can't imagine someone so willing to stick to a plan that they'd actually knowingly put the baby in danger. It makes me mad that someone this dumb about having an experience for themselves will then be in charge of another person. You know, provided she doesn't kill that future person before he can be born. As Addison tries to talk to her, she starts screaming to have her out of the room.
She leaves, defeated, and Bailey is outside and sees the whole thing. Without looking at Addison, she quietly asks, "Since when do you 'get out?'" Addison claims not being herself that day. Bailey snarks, "I never would have imagined Mark Sloan to be your type." Addison tries to retaliate that he isn't her type. Bailey smartly doesn't say anything, which leads Addison to finally spill it in a manic run-on sentence, wondering why he's there and arguing that she can't handle him being there. Bailey smirks and shakes her head as Addison continues talking to herself about being a professional. "But when he's here, I'm just... " "A woman who gets the hots for man-candy and cheats on her husband." My love for her just cannot even be put into words. Addison tells her, "That is rude. And unkind. And completely true. Oh my god, what am I gonna do?" Bailey instructs, "For starters, you can keep your knees closed in his presence." Addison gives a shocked whisper, "Miranda!" And without missing a beat she replies, "You asked. And also, you can remember that no man -- not Derek, not Mark -- defines who you are." That's it. I'm becoming a fictional surgeon so that Bailey can become my mentor.
Derek, meanwhile, is stroking dopey Meredith's cheek, even loving her flushed, ill complexion. He examines her and asks if she's happy that her boyfriend works in a hospital, but she corrects him that he's "just one of many men [she] happens to be dating." He smirks that none of the others are there and on cue, Finn and his wig are at the door. Meredith looks a little bit stunned and tells the ceiling, "Can I say how much it helps that I am on drugs right now?" I'll agree -- because Meredith on drugs is the most amusing and watchable she's been in months, and I'm loving her in this state.