Nobody beat me. Nobody tried to steal my baby, nobody stabbed me. But I am wounded. My heart is broken and I shouldn't even complain about it because nothing happened. I mean, nothing happened to me. You know, sometimes I'm jealous of them. Because everybody can see their injuries, because they have a right to be messed up. I sent Noah back to his wife. I did the right thing, and my heart is broken.
- Private Practice