"You fell," Meredith said simply. "And yeah - people who survive that, I'm guessing they can take care of themselves. But I'm a doctor. It's my job to make sure you're okay. So c'mon. If you let me save you, you can save me next time. I'm betting I'll probably need it."
It was about all she could handle at the moment. Walking corpses were enough to make her want to immerse herself in a bottle of tequila forever, but not when there were still lives to save. In some way, it seemed like Daryl was into saving lives too.