Seattle Grace Hospital.
"Adam, how's Lexie?"
Chief of Surgery Richard had rushed over by plane as well.
"She's stable for now."
Adam walked out of the Operating Room, nodded at him, then hurried toward the ward.
He still needed to check on Dr. Shepherd's hand.
For a top Neurosurgery surgeon, his hands were nearly as important as his life.
The Chief of Surgery froze. He naturally sensed Adam's coldness, but did not think much of it and quickly followed after him.
Ward.
The mood was bleak.
The excitement of being rescued in time and having their lives secured had long faded. Their injuries had once again become the foremost concern.
Dr. Shepherd's hand had suffered severe nerve damage. Even after recovery, it would be difficult to guarantee one hundred percent functionality.
"Let's do a nerve graft. Using a living donor's nerve will be faster and more effective."
"No! I can't accept my family risking impaired bodily function to donate nerves from their legs to me. I can wait longer."
"No, time is extremely important to your hand's recovery. Someone has to donate. I'll call Lea and the others. They're your sisters. They need to know about this."
"No! I absolutely won't accept it!"
Dr. Shepherd and Meredith began arguing.
Meredith wanted her husband's sisters to volunteer their nerves, but Dr. Shepherd refused.
"What are you arguing about?"
Adam was surprised when he entered. Once he learned what had happened, his expression immediately turned grave. "You both need a brain MRI immediately."
"What?"
Meredith and her husband cried out in unison.
"For nerve grafts, autografts are best, because they have the lowest risk of rejection."
Adam said solemnly, "Derek's hand is damaged, and there aren't enough nerves in his arm to begin with. Recklessly harvesting nerves from there and grafting them