#gas4

George might be the one who broke his vows, but you? We're women, Izzie. You did this to another woman. You took something from me. You stole something, like a petty little thief. You are the one who should be humiliated. You are the one who should be ashamed. You are the one who should... Don't you dare come to me for forgiveness, you traitorous bitch.

Because I believe that we can be extraordinary together rather than ordinary apart.

I’m rooting for Lexie. She’s my kind of girl and I hope that she gets what she deserves: love. And more kisses. There should always be that.

And then I really didn’t want to just end with the two of them kissing. Everyone said, “end with the kiss, end with the kiss, end with THE KISS.” And I was all stubborn about it. Because this episode, it’s not about the kiss. It’s about the moment AFTER the kiss. It’s about the moment when she’s standing in the field of candles alone having just DONE the thing she was most scared of doing. She is free. She is free.

This is a story about Alex. Not about an unwanted pregnancy. Not about some unborn baby. It’s about Alex and what he’s getting ready to go through emotionally. What he’s willing and not willing to do. This is about his journey through the rest of the season – so we didn’t want to tease you guys with some faux pregnancy story that ultimately just felt like a stunt. By letting you know now that Rebecca isn’t actually pregnant – then letting you watch Alex take his next few steps forward from this point on, suddenly the entire arc has a much darker, more interesting underbelly.

It is not difficult, sir. It is simple. Burke is not here. He's gone and he's the better for it. He's winning the Harper Avery award and being celebrated all over the world. That is not difficult. He's out there and I'm here where everything is the same. I still live in his apartment, I walk the same halls of this hospital, I wear the same scrubs. And even that is not difficult. This is where I chose to be. But sir, when his hand was shaking I performed his surgeries, I kept his secrets, I nursed his pride. You know it and I know it and he knows it. He knows it, and yet nowhere in that newspaper article does my name appear. I am the unseen hand to his brilliance. And yet while everything is the same it is very, very, different. Now I'm lucky if I get to hold a clamp. Hahn treats me like.. I was his hand and now I'm a ghost. That is not difficult. It's unbearable. I know everybody is proud of him. But I'm not. I do not wish him well.

I believe in love. And seconds chances. And even though George wasn't the one for me, it's okay that I believed that he was.

It's good be scared, it means you still have something to lose.