Derek stepped out of Izzie's room, and came face to face with Cristina and Alex arguing in the hallway.
"Keep it down," he scolded gently, before heading off to see his next patient.
"She just had brain surgery, an aggressive course of IL2. She needs rest," Cristina insisted.
"She needs to exercise whatever memory she's got left before it turns to mush," Alex protested.
"Well she's not going heal with you barking orders at her like a caveman!"
"Butt out, Yang."
"You know she's my patient. I don't care if you're her husband," the Asian doctor snapped.
"Look, she..." Alex's voice cracked.
"You wanna see how fast I can get your visiting hours down to zero?" Cristina threatened.
"She signed a DNR. She signed a fricking DNR and made me promise me that 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 no new memories? Forget about being a doctor. She's going to need round the clock baby sitters. We get an apartment together, she can't even find her way to the damn toilet, track her on her ankle in case god forbids, she wanders out the front door!" His eyes teared up.
"Alex, you can handle this, she will get better," Cristina assured him.
"Maybe, maybe not. It's on me. Her future is on me."