"Yeah," Meredith sighs, nodding. "Yeah, it is." There's no point in pretending otherwise. Aside from the possibility for complications and the chance he'll push himself too fast, she's less worried about his abdominal injury than his throat, though. That it could be months before his voice is in working order is another thing to scare the hell out of her, try as she might to remind herself of everything they've already managed to endure. They don't mean this won't be the breaking point. She musters herself to look over. "But we can do hard. We can do this."