.
- There's been a collapse in the subway tunnel.
- Over here! I'm Jack Dayton.
Over there. He works for me.
- His lung is likely collapsed.
- Let's get him out here. - No, no, no.
If we're gonna save him, we got to do it right here.
- I mean, what do you do if you can't get
the only drug that will treat an infection?
- I'll start calling around. - Everyone I talk to is out.
I know someone who has access to everything.
- You're talking like some kind of drug dealer.
Look, no one can ever know about this.
- In the future, maybe at least page me
before administering a very high dose--
- Six milligrams is well within the standard of care.
- The standard of care is not some blanket template
you follow without any regard
for the person you're supposed to be helping.
- I just don't always trust my own instincts.
- I can promise you, you will get there.
I don't have a shred of doubt in my mind.
Good morning.
- Hi.
So night shift left us three patients.
A bipolar woman, 38. Checked herself in.
A gentleman with CTE, 64.
Got booted from his board and care home.
- Let me guess, smoking violation?
- [sighs] Yeah.
And lastly, a 31-year-old psychotic
in an extrapyramidal state.
- You know, that gentleman looks like we probably
just have to rebalance his meds, but these other two,
I think we're gonna have to admit.
- Agreed, but once again,
there are no beds in the psych unit
and all the other local EDs are at capacity.
- Well, we got to branch out.
Check the TRCs. See if they have any room.
- Every morning it's the same thing.
Psych patients just stashed around the ED.
You know, my parents, where they come from,
no one talks about psychiatry.
In fact, they're not convinced I'm even a real doctor
because my brother is a pediatric spine surgeon.
So they see him helping kids walk again,
but me...
pretty good argument-- I'm not even treating patients,
just shuffling them off somewhere else.
- Will. Will. Hey. - Good morning.
- So I reached out to Rose Fremont,
our UTI from the other day,
and I know what happened didn't happen--
- That's okay.
I've been thinking about her too.
How's she doing? - She's amazing.
She said she finally feels like herself again.
- That's really great news.
Yeah, you know, still,
we never buy drugs from that dealer again.
- Or any dealer.
- Hey. - Hey.
- You and Will are getting close.
- Uh, yeah. I guess, we are.
- Hey, where are you headed?
- Treatment four.
- No, I need you in treatment six.
- Archer's already there.
- Yeah--oh, treatment seven then.
Dr. Halstead, I need you in treatment four.
I'll send you the chart.
- Will, Will, Will, scratch that.
I already got it. - Wait. Hold--
- Mags, Mags, I'll be in four.
- Yeah.
- April. - Ethan.
- [scoffs]
Uh, and you got the chart, so...
I got to go.
[tense music]
♪
- [sighs]
♪
.
- Hey, I'm Dr. Choi.
- Brock Huntley. Nice to meet you, sir.
- So-- - Sorry.
I should've introduced you.
Dr. Choi and I used to work together.
He is an excellent physician.
- Thank you. So, Brock, what's going on?
- Feeling pretty lousy, sir.
- For how long? Days, weeks?
- More like months. - Yeah, that's why we're here.
Brock has been seen by a number of internists at my group.
Fever, headache, abdominal pain,
diarrhea, high white count.
- It sounds like viral gastroenteritis.
- That is what we thought as well,
but bugs usually come with vomiting.
That hasn't been a symptom.
- It's a little tender. - Ah, sorry about that.
Sometimes small talk's a good distraction.
So what do you do, Brock?
- [groans] I'm a mechanic.
I'm in between jobs.
I work on Honeywell AGT1500s.
- It's a gas turbine engine, right?
- Yeah. - High powered.
- So, Dr. Choi, what do you think?
- Well, the diffused belly pain
could indicate a surgical issue,
but the other symptoms like headache, diarrhea...
- They don't support it. - No.
All right, Brock, next steps. Labs.
Stools, ultrasound, CT, the works.
- As long as we figure this out.
- I'll be right back.
[apprehensive music]
- Hey, Ethan.
Dr. Choi.
- Yeah.
- Hey, I'm really sorry for the sneak attack.
[chuckles]
I just was worried that reuniting in a treatment room
would be awkward, which it was.
- Yeah, a little,
but no harm, no foul.
- I hope not.
I know using Maggie to skirt the system and cherry-pick
a doc must be a headache for the ED chief.
- Yeah, but good thing it's not me anymore.
My choice.
- April Sexton in the flesh.
- Dr. Marcel.
- Man, it's been forever.
- Maybe for you.
I mean, for me, it feels like yesterday.
Oh, that's because it was.
I saw you. The Trib, the "Sun-Times".
- The tunnel collapse. - Mm-hmm.
I got to say, the heroics were not a surprise,
but I didn't see transplant surgeon coming.
[phone buzzing] - Yeah, well, I guess like you,
I was looking for something more.
Excuse me.
It's the ICU. It's really nice to see you.
- You too.
[monitors beeping] - Hey.
I came in to say good morning
and suddenly alarms start going off.
- Nathaniel, what's going on, bud?
- [gasping] I--I can't breathe.
- Sats are into the 80s and dropping.
Heart rate's climbing.
- Yeah, he's in respiratory distress.
Cannula, mask him. High flow O2 please.
- I was in with his sister yesterday telling jokes,
laughing. He was fine.
- And call anesthesia. We're intubating him.
CT PE to follow.
- What's happening?
- I'm gonna find out, okay? - [groans]
- Lift your chin up. There you go.
- He's looking better.
- I gave him 2 of benztropine.
Gonna let him rest a bit and then discharge him.
How's it going with those transfers?
You know, the overnight intake?
- I found them each a spot
in therapeutic residential centers.
- Oh, excellent.
- They are successfully shuffled off to someplace else.
- Dr. Charles, I just sent you treatment three.
Good Samaritan found him wandering in the street.
No phone, no wallet, no ID, and very confused.
- Thanks, Mags. - Right.
- Where am I?
- You are in the hospital.
Um...I'm Dr. Charles,
and this is Dr. Cuevas.
What's your name?
- I, um...
[scoffs] I don't know.
- Will. [laughs]
- Hey, you. - Hey.
I was hoping I'd run into you.
- Odds were in your favor.
I've been working a bunch of double shifts.
Money troubles again. - Wait. What?
I heard you bought a whole apartment building.
- Uh, long story.
What's, uh, what's up with your gig?
- Oh, well, COVID burnout.
You know, hit the practice really hard.
And you know what? It's been a challenge,
but really rewarding.
- I'm proud of you. - Thank you, Will.
- So he doesn't know his name, age, where he lives,
or how he ended up wandering the streets.
I mean, you think he's unhoused?
- I'm not really getting that vibe.
His clothes are clean, they fit.
- Mm. - Fingernails are trimmed.
- Well, he's clearly anxious
and in some sort of dissociative state.
Could be drug induced or self-medicating mental illness.
- Yeah, perhaps. I mean, unless it's a stroke.
- I didn't see any facial paralysis or muscle weakness.
- I was thinking more atypical TIA.
- Okay, well, since right now it could be anything,
I'm gonna order head CT, labs,
tox screen, chest X-ray, EKG,
EEG to check for subclinical seizures,
and CT to check for stroke.
- Excellent. Sounds like a plan.
- Okay.
- Excuse me. Please, could you help me?
My name is Elinor Whipple. I fell last night.
Actually, this watch that my son gave me
called the paramedics. He lives in Oregon.
- Oh, boy. Well, are you all right?
You feeling better? - Oh, yeah.
I just have a bruise on my hip.
You know, the doctor discharged me hours ago
and the van was supposed to drive me home,
but it's been a long time. Nobody's come.
- Let me see if I can figure out what's going on.
Okay? - Thank you.
Mags, do you have an update
on Elinor Whipple's transportation?
- Medicar still hasn't come? - No.
- I'm gonna make a call and light a fire.
- Thank you.
Maggie, the charge nurse,
is gonna call the company and see what's happening.
- I just want to go home.
My husband spent his final weeks in hospice.
I don't like hospitals.
- Why don't we see if we can find you a place to--
to sit while you wait.
- Oh, thank you. - Okay?
I'm Dr. Charles, by the way. - Thank you, Dr. Charles.
- Male, late 20s. Stoned out of his mind.
Picked him up talking to a mailbox.
Wouldn't give a name.
- Oh, my God, Devon. - You know him?
- Yeah, sort of. From med school.
Wait, wait! - Get off!
I'm out of here.
[tense music]
[screaming]
- Come at me! Let's go!
- [groans]
- Get back. Get back.
[alarm blaring]
♪
- Hey.
- Get off, man. - Taser, Taser!
- No. Don't hit Ethan.
- Pile on.
♪
All right.
- Ethan, are y'all all right?
- I'm good. Dean got the worst of it.
Hey.
- [groaning]
.
- Wait. That's Devon. Seriously?
Guy who just went all "Incredible Hulk"
is the dealer we're using to treat Rose?
- It gets worse.
His tox report just came back-- cocaine laced with PCP.
- PCP?
Hold on, you told me this guy was into party pills
and medicine cabinet pharma.
- I thought he was.
We had to use him, though. I mean, Rose needed those meds.
She could've died.
- We didn't have another play, but that was then.
I mean, now, we have to call the police.
Laced drugs? Come on.
Whoever gave them to Devon, they have to be off the street.
- If we call PD, they're gonna ask Devon a lot of questions
and my name could come up.
- Vanessa, as long as there's a bad batch out there,
someone else could OD.
[tense music]
- No, you're right. We call CPD.
If I would've known Devon was involved in hard drugs,
I would've never suggested going to him.
- Hey. I know.
- I think they might be a thing.
- Keep walking, Doris.
- Easy, easy. - [groans]
You're lucky I tired him out for you.
- Yeah, the way you went at him with your face and ribs,
that was impressive.
- Even smiling hurts, all right?
- 'Cause your jaw's swollen. Let me see your ribs.
- All right, I got it. I got it. I got it.
- All right.
- Flesh wound?
- Oh, yeah, yeah. Nice one.
Hey, Zach, do a work up.
- No, no. First year resident, no, no.
I don't think so. - Hey, come on.
We're still a teaching hospital, Dean.
- It's already been a day, okay?
Just order me X-rays for my ribs
and a CT for my jaw, will you, please?
- Yeah, you got it, man.
[knock on door] - Hey.
- Ooh, man.
- I go upstairs to deliver a baby and miss all the action.
How you doing?
- I'll live. - Okay.
If you need anything, I'm around.
- All right.
[pensive music]
- This is Nathaniel's chest X-ray
from when he was admitted.
The left chest had a hemopneumothorax.
The right chest, however, was okay.
Gene.
Now, his chest X-ray from 30 minutes ago.
Night and day.
- Wait, this happened in 36 hours?
- It caught me by surprise too.
[knock on door] Yeah.
- Peter. - I'm sorry to interrupt.
- Peter, what's going on?
- Nathaniel has given permission for the hospital
to share his medical information with Mr. Dayton.
- Now, I know this is unorthodox,
but I built that train.
Nathaniel, he's been with me for years
and my team, they're more than just employees.
They may as well be family.
- Legal signed off on it.
- Okay. Peter, thank you.
- [mouthing words]
- Bilateral multi-lobar consolidation.
Heavy scarring, inflammation. - Which means?
- His lungs are destroyed,
but this much damage this fast, how?
- Only thing I can think of... - Train's batteries.
- Mm-hmm.
- From when he was trapped in the conductor's compartment.
- The tunnel was full of moisture.
Leaky lithium ion batteries plus moisture?
- Hydrofluoric acid.
Highly corrosive, toxic.
Nathaniel inhaled it. - So what's the fix?
- At this point, a lung transplant.
I'll put Nathaniel on the list immediately.
In the meantime, I'd like to get him off the vent
and onto ECMO.
Take some pressure off his lungs.
- I'm afraid ECMO's not an option.
Tubing shortage.
The machine's down until the shipment arrives.
- When will that be?
- Maybe two days, three?
- People spend weeks on ventilators.
Sometimes longer, right? So maybe we're in good shape.
- We're not.
Nathaniel's lungs are so injured,
the vent's barely doing the job and I've only got a little
wiggle room with the settings without risking further damage.
- Even with the vent, we're sinking.
[tense music]
♪
[knock on door]
- Fever notched up a bit.
- I've just been laying here, but I'm spent.
- Your body's at war.
Unfortunately, I don't know yet what it's fighting against.
- The labs and scans didn't show anything?
- Nothing definitive.
A mild enlargement of the liver and spleens,
swollen lymph nodes, global intestinal inflammation.
- So all viral symptoms,
but not pointing in a specific direction.
- Brock, you've got an extensive vaccination history.
I see the requirements like mumps, measles, rubella.
Some optionals like flu and COVID,
but there are a few that are
only for international travel.
Have you left the country recently?
- No. Never.
I'm from Chicago.
I--I've been in Georgia since graduating high school.
First the south of Atlanta then near the coast.
I just recently moved back home.
- Should we bring in infectious diseases?
- I could call a fellow, but if there's been no travel
then I don't think she'll have anything new to add.
- Where do we go from here then?
- [sighs] More labs.
Blood and stool cultures, a mono spot test,
but I'll definitely put you on
empiric broad-spectrum antibiotics.
Hopefully, we can get that fever down.
- So our mystery patient--
EEG and CT, both negative.
He didn't have a seizure or stroke.
Tox also negative, so not drugs.
His electrolytes were a little off,
but I'm not buying amnesia.
- No, me neither.
- I just hung a second bag of fluids.
He seems more alert than when he came in.
- Thank you, Nancy. - Good.
- How you doing?
It's Dr. Charles and Dr. Cuevas again.
Do you remember us from before? - Kind of.
- Do you know where you are?
- Uh, looks like the hospital. Emergency room.
- Mm-hmm. And do you know who you are?
- Harris. I'm Harris Bevel.
- And how old are you, Harris? - 28.
- And where do you live?
- Wrigleyville. Near the ballpark.
- Wow. That's the north side of town.
Do you know how you ended up here in the West Loop?
- No. I'm not sure.
I don't know why I would be outside.
I don't know why I would take that risk.
- What do you mean by that? Taking the risk.
- It's dangerous outside. It's hard to hide.
You got to always have a hiding spot.
- Okay. Okay.
Yeah, well, I noticed you haven't really
touched your sandwich. What? No appetite?
- Didn't have the energy.
I'm tired.
I don't sleep that much.
- So is that having a hard time falling asleep,
having a hard time staying asleep--
- Yeah, yeah, that one.
Every night, 3 a.m.,
I'm wide awake thinking,
you know, worrying.
- About anything in particular?
- No. Just...everything.
- Yeah. I get it.
That happens to me sometimes too.
- It does? - Oh, yeah.
Sometimes the world just...
moves too fast. You know?
[apprehensive music]
What about family? Harris, anyone live nearby?
- No. Tucson.
- Any friends?
- I have--I haven't seen them in a while.
- Okay.
You know what? That's been really helpful.
Dr. Cuevas and I are gonna step out for bit.
Do you mind hanging out for a little while?
- No. - We'll be back soon, okay?
♪
- If I were a gambler,
I'd bet big on Harris having undiagnosed depression.
- I don't disagree.
I don't think he's a suicide risk,
but I'm just not crazy about discharging him, either.
- Yeah, me too.
One problem, psych unit's full,
and I used up all the TRC options this morning.
- I'm gonna call up there anyway.
I mean, you never know.
There could be somebody's on a hold who's expiring today,
getting discharged early. It's worth a shot.
- Okay. I'll call Harris' family.
See if I can get more of a history.
- Excellent.
- Need some help, Dr. Charles.
Patients are piling up. I need trauma two back.
- Elinor's still here?
- Yeah, I called Medicar three times.
They're short on drivers.
Skip them all together and call Uber or taxi?
- No, no, no, let's stick with medical transport.
I mean, at least we know them.
- Copy that, but I still need the room.
- Mags, do you mind if we just
set up a chair for her in the nursing station?
I know it's not ideal,
but she's just had a really rough day.
- Yeah. I'll find a corner. - Thank you very much.
- Okay.
- So news?
- A pair of lungs has become available.
- Well, that's great.
- The donor died in a car crash.
These lungs are beat up pretty good.
- Will they work? - No, not right now,
but I believe with EVLP, they can be resuscitated.
- EVLP? - Yeah.
Ex vivo lung perfusion.
Instead of sitting on ice, the donor lungs are attached
to a machine that circulates blood through them.
- Well, thank God for tech, huh?
- There is one issue.
The hospital doesn't have an EVLP machine.
Supply chain disruptions have led to a delay in delivery.
- Why are we talking about EVLP if we don't have the machine?
- We think that you and your engineering team
can build an EVLP machine using parts from machines
that are already in the hospital.
All the schematics are online.
- Here's the thing, Jack.
If we pass on these lungs,
I don't think another pair will become available in time.
- So intricate machinery, a ticking clock,
and a life at stake.
- Yeah. It is a monumental challenge.
No question.
- Well then, I'm on board.
- Excellent. - Great.
♪
- The police.
.
- Multiple non-displaced lateral rib fractures.
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. - Heavy contusions.
- Yeah, yeah. My jaw.
- Dislocated temporomandibular joint.
It needs to be reduced. - [groans]
All right. Grab Ethan.
- He's with a patient.
Dr. Halstead and Dr. Taylor are busy also, but I'm free.
- How many jaw reductions have you done?
[groans]
Get Asher.
- Patients all over the place.
A battle royale in the football.
I guess it's just another day in the ED, huh?
- You miss the action?
- Yeah. A little.
But really, I miss y'all.
- What are you doing this evening?
X-ray tech Mike moonlights as a DJ.
He's spinning tonight. A bunch of us are going.
We could dance away the day like we used to.
- I'm in. - Yeah?
- Yeah, of course.
- Soon. - Okay.
- And apparently we have a lot to catch up on.
- Yeah.
- Full disclosure, it's been a decade
since I've reduced a jaw, but I just watched one
on YouTube, so see one, do one, right?
- [groans] That's not funny.
- It's a little funny. - It's not funny.
- Okay. Here we go.
Open up. - [groans]
- Let's do this. Ready? - Uh-huh.
- One, two... - Uh-huh.
[cracking] [screams]
Damn.
Holy.
- You're welcome.
- [groans]
- Hey.
- The empiric antibiotics aren't doing anything.
His fever's still ticking up,
and now he's having trouble breathing.
- And his belly pain? - It's worse.
- Is there anything in the latest labs?
- No. Mono test was negative.
The blood cultures are unremarkable so far,
but his lymphocytes were on the high side.
- You're thinking lymphoma.
- It's been in the back of my mind all day.
I just didn't want to jump straight to the worst option.
- Well, I still don't.
His sed rate and CRP are high.
Rising inflammatory markers
could point to an autoimmune issue.
Kawasaki disease?
- Kawasaki primarily affects children
and often presents with a telltale rash.
That wasn't one of Brock's symptoms.
- Doesn't rule it out, though.
It could just be an odd presentation.
- You know what? You're right.
I don't think it's Kawasaki, but you've given me a thought.
I want to run one more test.
- Okay, I like it.
Arterial and venous tubing from a dialysis machine.
Pumps, oxygenator, gas and heat exchanger from an ECMO.
Bits and pieces of an enclosure bed
and added plastic for the housing.
It's not fancy, but I think it's gonna work.
You're not sold.
- I don't like the housing.
It's too flimsy. It's got to be stronger.
It can't tear. It can't collapse.
I mean, this is what holds the donor lungs.
- Yeah, the lungs,
they're precious. [sighs]
They have to be treated as such.
Cradled.
- Like a newborn.
How about an incubator?
- Yeah. Hey, Alex, baby floor. Get me an incubator.
- Donor lungs have arrived.
- Great. Let's take a look.
[suspenseful music]
- Thank you.
Oh, geez.
It's worse shape than I thought.
- Yeah, but seven, eight hours of perfusion and aeration...
I'm cautiously optimistic.
- How long until the machine is ready?
- Five minutes. Prep the donor lungs.
- Sharon.
We have a situation in the ED.
♪
I cannot believe you put this hospital
in that kind of legal jeopardy.
- And yourselves.
You are to fully cooperate with these detectives.
Is that understood?
♪
- Okay.
What the hell is going on?
- Will and Vanessa went rogue. It's bad.
Bought meds off a drug dealer. - Wha--
- That guy.
♪
- What's your pain level now, one through ten?
- Uh, 35.
IV fentanyl isn't doing it.
[groans]
- The line's working fine.
- I've reduced dozens of jaws.
I've treated thousands of broken ribs.
Pain meds help those patients,
they should be helping me, yeah?
Here, let me see my chart, please.
Are you kidding me?
Get Dr. Asher in here now.
[groans]
- Oh, hey.
So I was able to free up a bed in the psych unit
for Harris, so that's good.
- That's great, because I think his depression
stems from childhood PTSD.
- Really?
- Do you remember a couple weeks ago
that shooting on Clark Street?
- Yeah, that guy with all the body armor.
Like, 2,000 rounds of ammun--
that was at Wrigleyville where Harris says he lives.
- And it turns out that all went down
in front of Harris' apartment building.
- Oh, my God.
So he, like-- he saw the whole thing?
- He heard it.
I just talked to his sister in Tucson,
and she said that he locked himself in the apartment
and laid low in the closet.
So he was never in danger,
but apparently since that day, he's just been off.
- Yeah, this morning he said, "It's dangerous outside.
You always need to find a hiding spot."
Talking about mass shootings.
- Mm-hmm.
I was in sixth grade when I had my first
active shooter drill, and speaking from experience,
they're terrifying.
So it's reasonable to think that this incident
triggered some deep-rooted fears
that led us to where we are now.
- I mean, in my day, it was, you know, it was air raid drill
in case of nuclear frickin' war.
Duck and cover, you know? - Your patient.
Harris Bevel, he's gone.
- What? - I'm gonna call the other EDs
and see if he shows up at one of them.
- I'll reach out to CPD,
ask them to do a welfare check at his apartment.
- I'll call security in case somebody saw him leave.
- All right. - You underdosed--
you underdosed me. Come here.
All right, I'm 6 foot, 180.
The healthy, responsible dose of fentanyl for me
would be 150mics. You gave me 25.
- I'm so sorry.
- I got a dislocated jaw and broken ribs,
not a papercut.
- I'll fix it. 150mics. I'll put in the order.
- Do it.
[tense music]
- Now the doctors are fighting with each other?
I just want to go home, please.
♪
- I'm sorry, Nathaniel. I know you're uncomfortable.
"Never say die."
That's the spirit.
I'll be right back.
Vent's not cutting it.
- Donor lungs have only been perfusing for four hours.
Is that long enough? - It's gonna have to be.
♪
.
- Please have answers.
- I do.
The last lab I ran was a COVID antibody test.
It was positive. - I have COVID?
- No. You had COVID.
Your symptoms now are the lasting effects of the virus.
- You're thinking MIS. - What's that?
- Multisystem inflammatory syndrome.
It's a condition associated with COVID-19.
It can impact the heart, lungs, kidneys, brain,
or gastrointestinal organs.
It's rare and it's been affecting children.
- And it's only been found in a handful of adults.
That's why it wasn't on our radar
until everything else was ruled out.
- Few months ago, I had a couple weeks
of complete exhaustion.
I COVID tested multiple times, rapid and PCR,
but the results were always negative.
I probably had it, didn't I?
- Yeah, very likely.
- It threw my world into chaos, especially at work.
Yeah, I couldn't pull my weight at all.
Boss got on me.
Colleagues didn't trust me.
It all got to be too much, so I bolted.
I left in the middle of the night.
Went home.
- I'm sorry, man.
I know how physical setbacks can upend your life,
but they don't have to hold you down forever.
MIS is manageable with high dose steroids,
and you can get back to your life.
Return to work in Savannah.
[apprehensive music]
That's where you said you were most recently living, right?
- No, he just said near the coast.
- Oh, my mistake.
Anyway, I'm gonna have to admit you for treatment
and a nurse will be by to start the paperwork.
Okay? April, speak with you a moment.
Is Brock AWOL?
The engine he works on, the Honeywell AGT1500,
it powers the M1 Abrams. That's an army tank.
The army's third infantry uses that tank.
They're based at Fort Stewart, Savannah, Georgia.
Near the coast.
Third ID also has soldiers in Africa.
Looking at Brock's vaccination history,
if he had to deploy there, he could.
I know Brock is army,
but when he said, "left in the middle of the night,"
did that mean he was on active duty and went AWOL?
[chuckles]
That's why you didn't want me taking this case.
You thought if I found out,
I'd turn him in.
- Can you blame me?
Ethan, when it comes to the military,
you rarely look the other way.
- No, guess I haven't.
- [sighs]
I assume you're gonna call the MPs.
- No, I'm not.
- I wasn't expecting that.
- Guess the world's not so black and white anymore.
[chuckles]
Still, skipping out on a commitment
is a serious offense, so whether he goes back
to his unit or gets out of the army altogether,
he's gonna need some help.
I am texting you a contact to a military attorney.
Will you pass it on to Brock?
- Absolutely.
♪
- Security didn't see Harris. You check the local ED?
- Hasn't turned up and CPD's welfare check came up dry too.
- Dr. Charles, just heard back from Medicar dispatch.
Elinor's van is gonna be in the main entrance in three minutes.
- What? They told me Ambo Bay in an hour.
- Well, welcome to my world.
The left hand has no idea what the right hand is doing.
- Grab me a wheelchair, please. - Okay.
- Elinor, guess what? Your ride is finally arriving.
- I haven't taken my blood pressure or cholesterol pills
or my arthritis. My joints really hurt.
- Oh, I'm so sorry. Well, you know what?
You're gonna be home before you know it
and you can take all your meds then.
- When will that be? - Now. Right now.
Come on. - Well, it's about time.
I have been waiting here since last night.
You can't do this to people.
- You are absolutely right, which is why we need to
get you out of here as quickly as possible.
- Did she eat or drink anything today?
- [whispers] I don't know.
- I reached out to Upton at CPD.
She thinks even with Devon's statement and your confession,
the state's department is unlikely to pursue charges.
- [sighs]
That's a relief. - Yeah.
Hopefully, we dodged one bullet.
Just have to see if the hospital hits us
with disciplinary action. How's Devon doing?
- Drugs are out of his system, so he's gonna be okay.
- For real, Will?
Buying drugs off the street,
and then you just pull Vanessa into it?
- It's a little more complicated than that.
- I mean, you want to risk your own career,
I mean, that's fine.
But don't-- - Maggie.
- Don't risk Vanessa's.
♪
- Where's the van? You said it was here.
- I'm sure it's just stuck in traffic.
I'm sure it'll be here any minute.
- I'll call them. - [crying]
- Hey, Elinor. Can you breathe with me?
Slow and deep just like this.
[inhales]
- [crying]
- Yeah, I'm at the main entrance with Elinor Whipple.
There's no van. Please do not put me on hold.
- [crying]
[tense music]
♪
- How do the donor lungs look to you?
- Better than when they came in.
Riley, can you open it up, please?
[monitor beeping]
Okay.
♪
- Oh, finally.
Look, Elinor.
The van's here. There it is.
- I don't even care anymore.
I'm so tired.
I just want this whole thing to be over.
- Uh...is that just venting or is that a threat of self-harm?
- I don't know. [car door slams]
- Sorry it took us so long. It's our eighth run of the day.
Still got two more. - Okay. Well, you're here now.
Guess what, Elinor? It's finally time to go home.
Let's get you into the van-- - [screams]
You're hurting me. Get away.
- We're just trying to help you get home.
Do you want to get in the van, Elinor?
- What's going on?
- She's exhausted, in pain.
She missed her daily medication.
Hasn't eaten all day, and she's likely dehydrated.
- I don't think we can take her like this.
- Yeah, well, I'm not gonna let you anyway.
Okay, well, at least we have a bed.
- [crying]
- I'll call psych. Tell them we're on our way up.
.
- Gave her 0.5 of Xanax to calm her down.
You know, fluids, good night's sleep,
getting her back on her regular med schedule's
gonna help a lot and then we'll go from there.
- We move mountains to be in a position
to open up space for Harris,
a man seriously in need of help,
but now he's in the wind and Elinor,
who should've been home hours ago, is in the psych unit.
Irony sucks.
- Yeah.
- Pushing the rock uphill
and we're not even helping people.
We're just creating patients along the way.
Maybe my parents were right.
- [groaning]
- Not much to do for busted ribs except ice them down.
- [groans, chuckles]
- Maybe this Velcro binder... - Oh, thanks.
- Will help keep the packs in place.
- Yeah.
Moving, breathing, feels like I'm being stabbed.
Good times.
- I'll just put this in your bag.
- Thank you.
- Uh, listen, um.
I'm sorry for blowing up on you earlier.
It's the pain talking. - Dean, no.
Everything that happened today, that is totally on me
and my complicated history with opiates.
Okay, I know their dark side,
so my instinct is to protect people from getting sucked in.
I know I was projecting, but-- - No, it's okay.
It's okay. I get it.
[sighs] All right.
- Can I give you a hand with your bag?
- Uh...
- I'll help you up.
- Ah, Dr. Taylor, Dr. Halstead, a moment.
So the board is not happy
that two of our ED doctors went to a street dealer.
- That was-- - I'm sorry--
- Mm.
But they're not going to press the matter any further.
You're good doctors.
You're fighting for your patients
and you're being put in an untenable situation.
And I'm sorry about that.
I understand with your backs up against the wall
how you'd need to look for creative solutions.
All I ask is that in the future,
you give me a heads up.
[pensive music]
♪
- He's back?
- Walked in a few minutes ago.
- Have you talked to him yet?
- Briefly, but he specifically asked to speak to you.
- Me? - Yeah.
I mean, he feels rapport
because you connected with him today,
and I saw it happen.
Nellie, of course the system is deeply flawed,
and it often feels like wins can be really hard to come by,
but you got one today.
So good work, Doctor.
Really. - Thanks.
- Dr. Marcel.
- Yeah. Hey.
- You already started weaning the vent?
- The new lungs are working.
I hope to try an SBT tomorrow, but we're off to a good start.
- Well, internet's gonna blow up.
I got 30 million social media followers
waiting to hear how this story ends.
- Yeah, Med's gonna go viral, huh?
- Not just Med, Dr. Marcel.
You saved Nathaniel's life twice now.
Both in spectacular fashion.
- What are you on, by the way?
Twitter, Insta, TikTok? - None of the above.
- [sighs] Well, no worries.
I'll text my PR team. Set up accounts for you.
- In the meantime, get ready for what comes next.
- What's that?
- Fame.
[upbeat pop music]
♪
- Put your hands up! Yeah!
- ♪ When I'm gone
♪
♪ When I'm gone, I'm never really gone ♪
♪ You think you're moving on
♪ But it won't be for long, you'll see ♪
♪ When I'm gone, I'm never really gone ♪
♪ You think you're moving on
♪ But no one's gonna feel like, feel like me ♪
♪ I'm tired of you, touch you like I do ♪
♪ Know you never forget
♪ When I'm gone, I'm never really gone ♪
♪ You think you're moving on
♪ But no one's gonna feel like, feel like me ♪
♪
[tense music]
♪
[wolf howls]