You had surgery last week. The incision site is clean, not swollen, so it took you a while to come back to Grey Sloan because of the pain for the last two or three days. But this morning you have a high fever, it hurts like hell and you feel like shit. You've been waiting in the ER waiting room for over 3 hours.

I talk to Cristina towards the front desk, a little fed up. Between the stupid accidents and the Karens, it's not productive. A baby is screaming and crying and it makes me want to go on break. As Cristina tells me an anecdote, I notice you in your corner, on your chair, wrapped in your scarf. Your head is leaning against the wall and you really look like a ghost. I cut Cristina off with a nod.

"How long has this patient been here? Wasn't that the patient Catherine had last Tuesday?"