Medical Center.
"So, quit wasting my time," Adam said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" Liz shouted. "I need to see Danny before he goes into surgery!"
"No need," Adam waved her off, then recapped his "single life makes you stronger" chat with Danny.
"How dare you!" Liz froze, then exploded with fury. "So, what—you're saying if Danny doesn't get a heart, he can't see me for a year, maybe two?!"
"That's my advice," Adam shrugged. "You two lock eyes, sparks fly, and he's itching for something he can't have right now. For a guy in his condition, that's torture long-term. Better to just skip it."
"You came up with this?!" Meredith stared at Adam like he was the devil incarnate.
"What's the problem?" Adam grinned. "Didn't you just say you're swearing off guys? Going to bars but skipping the booze for knitting? Said drinking makes everything look flirty and, uh, 'colorful.'
But let's be real—why bother? If you're serious about chilling out, skip the bar! Work your surgeries, then go home and learn some tricks from your mom—boost those brainy skills.
Dump all your time and energy into that, and you won't need knitting to keep the hormones in check!"
"Knitting helps my hand dexterity for surgery," Meredith mumbled, flustered. "And I can't just work with no downtime, right?"
"Why not?" Adam shot back. "Hanging with your mom and studying isn't downtime? Plus, you'd get more mom-time. Bet Cristina would join you too. Isn't that why you hit the bar anyway—to chat with her?"
"…" Meredith had nothing.
What could she say? Sure, she talked a big game, but deep down, she still craved a little fling. Ditching bars for mom-and-Cristina time? No chance!
Let's not call it out and stay pals—except her friendship with Adam was teetering on the edge.
"Don't change the subject! Back to Danny!" Liz cut in. "You don't believe in love?"
"Oh, I do," Adam said, meeting her fiery glare. "Just not love at first sight. No matter how you dress it up, it's all about lusting after someone's looks!
Come on, Liz. How many times have you even met Danny? Now you're losing it, swearing it's some cosmic insta-love.
Tell me—beyond his brooding hot face and witty charm—what do you actually know about him? Name one thing, and I'll let you see him."
"He…" Liz blanked, mouth open, speechless.
"Guess that's a no," Adam smirked. "Guys can be more rational sometimes. Danny figured it out quick—love's not everything. Staying alive is. He's moved on from the mushy stuff."
Meredith's lip twitched as she glared at Adam. "Surgery's soon—go prep already!"
This guy's tongue was pure poison—stabbing right where it hurt! So infuriating! 😡
Adam chuckled and walked off.
Liz? She's the type to dive in headfirst, usually for no good reason. Take Alex—pinned her risqué pics all over the hospital, humiliated her, trashed her dignity. Normal people would hate his guts.
But nope! She forgave him fast, then fell hard after his "brothers" got wrecked—nursed him through his grumpy outbursts like a saint, no complaints.
Now Danny? A few flirty lines, and she's all "he's my soulmate," ready to throw everything away to get close.
She clawed her way up from a trailer park to become a surgeon—years of grit! Like that case with Montgomery's patient—a pregnant Black teen. Liz was moody about it because she'd lived it. High school pregnancy, had a daughter, gave her up for a better shot at life.
She used that story to convince the teen to do the same—until the girl's mom flipped out at the hospital. Liz insisted she meant well, that it was the right call. Raising a kid traps you forever, she said.
So, kid < future, but future < random insta-love?
Adam didn't wanna overthink it. Either Liz was unhinged, or she was playing a long game. Danny's got cash—obvious to anyone. Was she pulling a Leonard's-teacher or Rachel's-sister-Amy move, eyeing the prize? Who knows!
Adam leaned toward "unhinged."
Before the OR Board.
Liz was a nervous wreck.
"Ugh, another one bites the dust," an intern muttered, stepping out of an OR, shaking their head.
"That's five. Probably two more coming," another chimed in.
"Meredith?" Liz looked up as Meredith approached.
"Dead too," Meredith sighed. "This woman—she won't be stalking her ex anymore."
"That's six," Liz said, voice trembling with dread. "Now it's just Danny's surgery left."
"Don't stress," Meredith soothed. "It's only morning. Seven deaths on the table wouldn't all hit before lunch…
Plus, it's Burke and Adam working on Danny. Adam's a jerk with that sharp tongue, but don't forget—he's the 'miracle doctor.'"
"Right!" Liz lit up with hope. "Adam's a miracle worker. He won't let Danny die!"
The wait was agony.
"Adam?" Liz's voice shook as he emerged from the OR.
"He's fine," Adam said, rolling his eyes but giving her the good news.
"Thank God!" Liz squealed, arms wide, lunging for a hug.
Adam dodged like a pro, leaving her crashing into Burke instead.
"Thanks, Dr. Burke!" Liz said, awkwardly letting go.
"Dr. Duncan, keep an eye on Danny's recovery," Burke said with a nod to both, peeling off his lucky yellow scrub cap and twirling it between his fingers as he sauntered off.
Clearly, that little yellow hat proved its magic again on this wild day. Burke was one happy camper.
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