Cristina: She just had brain surgery, and an incredibly aggressive course of IL2. She needs rest.
Alex: She needs to exercise whatever memory she's got left before it all turns to mush.
Cristina: Well, she's not gonna heal with you barking orders at her like a cave man.
Alex: Butt out Yang.
Cristina: You know what, she's my patient. I don't care if you're her husband.
Alex: Look, she...
Cristina: You wanna see how fast I can get your visiting hours don't to zero?
Alex: She signed a DNR. She signed a frickin DNR and made me promise she'd come out of this with a life. Not in a hospital bed, not with no brain. I had to promise she'd have a life. You wanna know what happens if she can't make any new memories? Forget about being a doctor. She's gonna need round the clock baby sitters. We get an apartment together, she can't even find a way to the damn toilet. Tracker on her ankle incase, god forbid, she wanders out the front door!
Cristina: Alex, you can handle this. She will get better.
Alex: Maybe. Maybe not. It's on me. Her future is on me.