eighteen

Today is Allison's turn for the clinical trial, so she and Derek are inside the O.R. with their patient.

"Are you nervous, Ed?" Derek asked the patient seeing his heart rate increase as well.

"Yeah, it's kinda like going to the dentist, only worse." Ed chuckled.

"Well, this is gonna be over before you even know it starts." Derek informed him, as a scrub nurse enters with a yellow folder, "Dr. Carter is gonna do the drill now. You're not gonna feel anything, though."

The monitors began to beep rapidly making Allison turn off the drill. Derek walked forward so he can face their patient, "Ed, try and relax, okay?"

"I can't." Ed grunted.

"Okay, stop." Derek spoke up, "Let's get the halo off. He's having an M.I."

"Flatline." Allison said, as Derek rushed to start compressions on Ed as the scrub nurses bring in a crash cart. "What the hell happened?"

***

Their 122nd patient, Ed, died of a certain heart condition causing Derek, and Allison to stand by the nurses station. Meredith joined seconds later, head sing the news.

"His E.K.G. was fine?" Webber asked as he met the two doctors, once he was informed.

Allison nodded, "He never complained of chest pain. I did the workup. There was nothing in his history."

"It wasn't your fault." Derek assured Allison, "It was a massive M.I. After we inform Mr. Beckert's family, I will call the F.D.A. and file a formal report."

"Is there a chance they could shut down the trial?" Meredith asked her husband, concern laced in her voice.

"It doesn't matter. I'm gonna shut it down, pending the autopsy. I wanna know why we didn't see it coming" Derek let out a sigh.

***

Cristina came up with a plan so Callie could see her daughter, Sofia. So there they were rolling Callie's bed towards the NICU, Allison and Alex in the back while Cristina and Lexie were on the right side, and April and Meredith on the left and Jackson in the front.

The group came to a sudden stop when they heard Dr. Bailey's voice. "Back, back, back." Jackson whispered.

Jackson went to go distract Bailey so the doctors could pass her, and they did. They stationed in front of the window as April and Alex went inside to show Callie her daughter.

"We'll give you some privacy." Meredith spoke up, as the others nodded and backed away a little.

***

"Meet us at Joe's. I'm buying." Alex announced as he walked past Allison.

"What's up?" Allison asked Alex, as she noticed he was walking away.

"$100,000 is what's up, courtesy of the dragon lady in room 10-22." Alex informed her. Alex told Owen that he was willing to bring kids from Africa here in Seattle for free surgery he just needed a funding for it and by the looks of it he got it.

"Alex."

"You know what happens when you break the rules, Allie? You get a 100,000 bucks. Drinks are on me." Alex smiled.

"I can't. I'm on call tonight." Allison smiled, before Alex could answer his pager was going off.

"No. No! No!"

***

Since their 122nd patient died, Adele Webber was able to fill in the patients spot. Not wanting to take any chances, Meredith remembered the pin number to go inside the room where the folders that were dictated whether or not Adele would get the drug.

"Okay, Adele." Derek instructed, "I need you to take a couple of deep breaths for me, okay?" Adele inhaled and exhaled as Derek drilled as a scrub nurse walked in with the yellow folder. "You okay?"

"I'm fine."

Meredith looked down at the gallery with an anxious look as she saw Allison reach to grab the paper. Allison let out a smile as she looked at Derek and nodded before looking up and nodding at Meredith.

"All right." Derek nodded at the nurse, as Meredith let out a sigh of relief even though she switched the results. "Okay, I'm gonna make the injection." He grabbed the syringe from Allison, "And, you shouldn't feel this."

***

"This is Zola." Alex said, clicking to go on the next slide to show an image of the African baby in the conference room. "She's 6 months old, born with spina bifida..."

"Adorable African children." Cristina shook her head as she looked at Alex's presentation, along with the other doctors, "Karev is a genius."

"Yeah," Jackson leaned in to whisper, "He single-handedly stealing chief resident out from under all of us, and we're helping him do it. I mean, we can't exactly refuse to treat little sick kids without making ourselves look bad,"

"He's a genius." Allison sighed as she shook her head.

"Or..." April spoke in African dialect which had Cristina, Jackson, and Allison look at her in confusion not understanding her one bit. "...That's what they say in Swahili."

"He only has a shot because I've been benched. The playing field has been leveled." She looked at the residents, "You're welcome."

Meredith looks up from her chair, "My Alzheimer's trial kicks African-orphan ass. It kicks all of your asses."

Allison faked cough, "Our trial."

Meredith nodded, "Our trial."

"Do you want to keep it down there?" Webber asked, "I'm trying to listen to what appears to be the next chief resident talking."

"Before we go, I just want to say thank you to all of you for your participation. It, uh truly means more than I could say." Alex said as he finished his presentation.

All of the attendings began to clap, slowly. "Slow clap." Jackson rolled his eyes, "They're giving him the slow clap. Come on. I'm not giving him the slow clap. Ridiculous."