This episode was all about the truth, and how it can sometimes be more than we can bear. That being said, I sincerely hope the truth that I will be taking over Tanner Stransky's recap yet again won't be too much for any of you to bear. Because that would just be depressing. Speaking of depressing, let's get into the chaos of this episode!
Starting things out on a not-so-high note, Meredith and Derek met with Bailey to find out, once and for all, the truth about Meredith's potential future with Alzheimer's. After threatening to punch Bailey in the face (pregnant Mer is ballsy!), Meredith convinced Bailey to ditch the questionnaire and get down to the cold hard facts. Yes, Meredith did test positive for "more than one of the genetic markers for Alzheimers." However, Derek didn't seem worried. Turns out, risk-factor genes don't scare McDreamy. But Mer knew better. After years of surviving what Derek later called an "unusual number" of disasters, Meredith wasn't taking any chances. She wanted to update her will, and Derek knew he wasn't going to win a stairwell fight. He never has, has he?
After a brief establishing shot of the parking lot — which took me straight back to season one, when Cristina rode a motorcycle, Alex ran, George drooled over Meredith, and Izzie wore pink — we caught up with Bailey, who was back to her old ways of traumatizing interns. What was her problem this time? They were messy. Leah, in particular, got pizza on Bailey's computer. PIZZA! The Nazi was not having it. As she put it, the sloppy interns were a "shame to the whole family." So, technically speaking, would Bailey be the grandmother of that family?
Moving on, Bailey wasn't the only doctor around the hospital working on her passion project. Hunt had his own project green-lit, and not surprisingly, it involved helping Syrian doctors who were doing what they could to help patients in a war zone. And apparently, nothing helps a war zone like baseball caps and Post-Its? Not so much. The doctors quickly realized their efforts weren't enough when two Syrian doctors introduced them to their reality: very, very little supplies and only as much light as one small flashlight could provide. You know things are bad when Owen, Mr. I-can-save-lives-with-a-ballpoint-pen, is surprised.
NEXT: Doctors unite!