Derek: "So are you talking to me now?" he asks meeting up with Sky as she walks along the halls
Sky: "You stood me up."
Derek: "I know. And I'm sorry. I should have called you. Make-up coffee?" he says holding out a cup towards her as she takes it from him
Sky: "Fine. I was over it yesterday afternoon. Just knew that you'd bring me something to try to make it up." she gives him a teasing look while taking a sip and he chuckles
Derek: "Mm" he hums as his pager beeps "Well I gotta go. How about dinner? Tonight?"
Sky: "You gonna stand me up?"
Derek: "Funny. You are a funny lady." he sarcasastically says while walking away
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Richard: "Functional muscle transfer." he says coming over to the desk where Sky and Mark are currently at
Mark: "What?"
Richard: "For Connie Williams. I was reading up on glossectomies and saw the procedure. Could micro-surgically re-innervate her hypo-glossal nerve."
Mark: "A nerve graft? It's too risky. A free flap's still your best bet."
Richard: "Oh, even if that goes well, you and I both know she'll never speak the same. That woman loves to talk more than anyone I know."
Sky: "A functional muscle transfer?" she asks not having heard of the procedure
Richard: "You won't find it in the books, Sky. It's cutting-edge. You connect the nerves from the leg with the nerves from the tongue. Gives her a shot at really speaking."
Mark: "If it works. They've only done a half a dozen of them."
Richard: "Better than none. Sometimes you gotta push the envelope, Sloan."
Sky: "Do either of you even know how to do this procedure?" she asks looking through the file he handed her as they turn to give her an offended look
Richard: "Are you saying that we're too old to learn new ways, Sky?"
Sky: "Well something tells me that the grey in your hair wasn't exactly optional."
Richard: "Are you saying we're old dogs who can't learn new tricks?"
Mark: "We're not old dogs." he states before she can answer
Richard: "We still got it."
Sky: "Whatever you say."
Mark: "I did do a functional muscle transfer to restore elbow function once."
Richard: "Elbow, tongue... that's pretty close."
Sky: "Is it though?" she asks clicking her tongue as they just wave her off
Richard: "Come on. What do you say? Let's light this candle."
Mark: "Yes, sir."
Richard: "Age is just a number, Sky."
Sky: "Oh, yes, sir." she says giving them a teasing look as they walk off
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Lexie: "I...I...I can't see the cords. You should do this."
Meredith: "Okay, you can do it. Just don't rock up against the teeth. Just pull straight up."
Nurse: "Pulse ox is down to 86."
Sky: "What happened?" she asks running into the room
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Meredith: "That wasn't bad." she says as they drape a sheet over the patient and Sky looks through the chart
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FanfictionFresh from a divorce from Plastic Surgeon Mark Sloan, Sky Rivers finds a new start at Seattle Grace Memorial Hospital. But the past eventually catches up. *Still suck at descriptions. You'll find out more inside