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- Go away!

- You got knocked back pretty
hard by that explosion.

Are you sure you're okay?

- I'll be fine.

- Let's talk wedding.

- It's a month
and a half away.

Invitations are
coming out shortly.

- Do we get a plus-one?
- Violet's not seeing anyone.

Maybe you two
could go together.

- You were a beast
on the scene

helping to take down
that fire.

- Six months of rehab
will get you in shape.

It's great to be back at 51.

- You do know you're
an hour early, right?

- Yeah.

I was hoping to get this
set up before morning briefing.

You wouldn't happen to know
what this piece is for?

- Oh, sorry, Mouch, I got
a million calls to make.

We lose Ritter
to Engine next week.

I have zero leads
on a replacement.

- Let me know if I can help.

- You can.

Stay healthy,
don't pull anything.

- It's all about
maintaining proper form.

- I don't know.

We're thinking of taking
Herrmann up on his offer.

- You are not having your
wedding at Molly's, Brett.

- Mouch and Trudy
got married there.

- Great, so it's been done.
Moving on.

- I know, but Matt and I
discussed it,

and we don't want
something big and fancy.

We want something
simple and intimate.

- Are we talking
wedding venues?

Did you tell her your idea?

- Do you know about the shark
room at the Shedd Aquarium?

- The photos would be killer.

- And it holds up to 600 guests

and has a six-month
waiting list

and is way over my budget.

Sorry, it's just a lot
to deal with right now.

After everything
we've been through,

I finally get to
marry Matt Casey.

And I just--

I want it to be perfect.

Simple, intimate, and perfect.

Shouldn't be
too hard to find, right?

- Not at all!
- Seriously, we can do it.

- It'll be great.
- Yeah. Yeah.

* *

- Hey. How you feeling?

You get some rest off shift?

- God!

Ritter, what are you doing

sneaking up on people
like that?

- I wasn't.

- Well, who keeps
using all the milk

and putting it back
in the refrigerator?

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
person trapped.

1411 East 53rd Street.

* *

- Help!

Help!

Help me!

- Raise the aerial.
We'll meet you up there.

- You got it.

- Capp, Tony,
grab the rope gear.

Cruz, come with me.
- All right, copy.

- Mouch, get us in position,
top of the sign.

- Hurry! Please!

- Hey, Carver, you're going up.

- Copy that.

- I'm slipping!

Help, please!

* *

- Someone help me!

Help!
- Hang on!

* *

- Help!
- Let's go.

- Help!

- Hey, buddy,
just hang on, okay?

- I can't. I'm slipping.

- Hey, we'll be right there.
Just hang on.

81's almost ready.

I'll go down and secure the
kid, take him down the ladder.

- I can pull you both in.

- I just said
we're walking down.

* *

- Please, someone help me.

- Hang on. I got you.

- Don't let me fall.
- Almost there.

Just hold tight.

All right, just relax.
We're almost there.

- You're almost there, Mouch.
Keep it steady.

- I'm falling!
- Whoa!

I got you. Easy.

I got you. I got you. Easy.

Easy. Relax. Hey.

My name's Kelly.
What's your name?

- Aus--Austin.

- Austin, what the hell
are you doing up here?

- My drone got stuck.

- All right.

Hey, look down. You see that?

That's our way down.

* *

Okay, Mouch, we're coming down.

- He's secure. You can unclip.

Turn around slow.

Take your time.

- Wait, the drone,
it's my dad's.

Please, he doesn't know
I took it.

- Hey, hey, let's get you
down first, all right?

- Hey, guys, I'm going out.

Anchor me.
- You got it.

- Good?
- Tight.

- Go slow.

* *

- It's good.

All right, Capp, I got it!
Pull me in.

- We'll take you up there,
get you checked out.

- There he is.

All right?

- You okay?

- Hey.

I'm sure your dad
wouldn't want you

getting hurt over this thing.

Next time, get his permission.

- I will.

- All right, 81,
let's pack it up.

I know Squad gets all the glory
on calls like this,

but that was some damn fine
aerial work, Mouch.

- Seriously.

You put it right under
their feet on the first try.

- Oh, sorry, Mouch.

I'm in your spot.

- Uh, you know what, Violet?

It's all yours.

My days of returning
from a call

and plopping down
on the couch are over.

I am officially relinquishing
my hold on this spot.

When I had my heart attack,
the first time flatlining,

I vowed to change, to get off
the couch, exercise more.

But a shift or two later,
I fell right back

into old habits,
living up to my nickname,

"half man, half couch."

- That's what Mouch means?
- What'd you think it meant?

- I don't know,
it was always just his name.

- Come on, Mouch.

That is your spot.

- It'd be strange
not seeing you there.

- Which is precisely
the problem.

Did you know there is
a direct correlation

between time spent sitting
and risk of early mortality?

I have to make a change,
and that starts here

by saying farewell
to this pillow

and the name that goes with it.

I will no longer
be going by Mouch.

From now on,

call me McHolland.

* *

- Hey, no.

That's great news, man.

I'm--I'm glad
it all worked out.

Let's grab a drink soon
and celebrate.

Mm-hmm.

Damn.

- You seem really happy
for whoever that was.

- It's a buddy of mine

whose company
was taken out of service.

I was gonna mention him
to Kidd,

but he already
landed somewhere.

- Ow! Ow, damn it!

- You okay?
- Yes, I'm good.

I'm good.

- Can I help?

My toolbox is right
outside my truck.

- No, no, I'm good.

- Are you sure about that?

- You were distracting me.

- Oh, right,
I remember now.

This is where
you refuse my help,

end up making things worse,
come back to me begging.

- Okay, that was
an electrical project,

and I don't mess
with open currents.

But replacing a broken lock,
that I can handle.

- Mm-hmm.

I'll stay close just in case.

- It won't be necessary.

- Just yell out my name.

- Will not happen.
- Mm-hmm.

- You seem pretty relaxed
for a guy

who almost died
getting a kid's toy.

Yeah, I heard him
begging for it,

and I figured
I was right there.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

You know, actually, he sounded

just like Harvey
when he crashed

his new bike last week.

He thought I was
gonna be all mad

about some busted spokes
when all I cared about

was that he wouldn't get hurt.

- Well, if you
got hurt or worse,

it would have been on me.

- Oh, I was tied off
to Capp the whole time.

- Oh, so you're handing
Capp orders too?

No, I--

Well, yeah, but you
had the kid handled.

- Cruz, I didn't order you
to get that drone.

No more freelancing.

That ends now.

- Hold up.

You leave me in charge
for three months

and now I can't
think for myself?

- Cruz!

Don't let it happen again.

* *

Hey, Herrmann.

Herrmann.

Hello.

- Oh, for the love of--

Why do you keep doing that?

- I thought you might be
wearing earbuds,

but you're not.

- I'm online shopping.

Cindy has a birthday
coming up soon.

- What's going on with you?

- Nothing!
I just hate shopping.

What, I'm supposed to know
my wife's European shoe size?

- Now, you were
right next to that box

when it exploded last shift.

You can't hear a thing,
can you?

- My ears are ringing some,
it's not a big deal.

- Herrmann, that explosion
was loud enough

to do serious damage.

- Trust me, I've been
around a lot worse.

- All right, well,
that's not a good thing.

- Well, I--

All right, it's only
at certain levels.

And when I'm zoning out,
all I hear is buzzing.

But it'll go away
in a few days, I'm sure.

- Herrmann.
- Ritter, I'm fine, all right?

Nobody likes a nag.

- You should see a doctor.

- Nobody likes them, either.

So unless you wanna help me
find some fancy shoes

for my wife, you're dismissed.

* *

- You know, Herrmann almost
killed a guy for doing that.

- His loyalty knows no bounds.

- So this is for real, huh?

No more Mouch?

You know, Kidd told me you
tossed that pillow I gave you.

- Oh, Joe.

That pillow will always hold

a very special place
in my heart.

But there were also
some mystery stains

that I couldn't explain.

- It was time.

Ah, dang!

I knew I should have
measured first.

- Mc--Holl--Mc--

McHolland.

Am I saying that right?

McHolland.

I tell ya, nobody's gonna
say it like that.

- Nope.

Okay.

Why switch it up now?

You've gone as Mouch
ever since I've known you.

- I don't want my legacy
in the CFD

to be a spot on the couch.

If I was younger,
I might try to make rank.

But I'm afraid
that ship has sailed.

Now it's a matter of pride.

I wanna go out knowing I gave
everything I have to this job,

that I left it
all on the table.

That's how I wanna be
remembered.

* *

- And then I'm thinking
they'll go from a ladder throw

straight into a dummy drag
across the entire app floor.

- Ooh, that would kick my ass.

- Yeah, that's kind of intense

for a bunch of high school
girls, don't you think?

- I am telling you,
this new class

of Girls on Fire is next level.

Kylie recruited
an entire softball team.

- Oh, is Kylie coming by
to help out?

- I miss having her around.
- You're telling me.

I've been trying
to convince her

to take the open slot on 81,
but she is determined

to make her own way,
so I've gotta respect that.

- Mm-hmm.
- Oh, shoot.

Did you guys know
the Signature Room closed?

- Yeah, another COVID casualty.

- Was this a possible
wedding venue?

- Matt and I went there
on one of our first real dates.

Incredible views.

It would have been perfect--

simple, intimate, perfect.

- Hey, Brett.

My buddy's the head engineer
at the LondonHouse.

Any interest?

- Oh, wow, yeah.

Do you think it's possible
this last minute?

- Can't hurt to ask.

- That'd be amazing.
Thanks, Tony.

- Hey, Cruz.

Texas Hold'em, you want in?

- No, thank you.

- Uh-huh.

- I appreciate you
keeping an eye out for us.

Yeah, talk soon.

- Now a good time, Chief?

- Yeah, come on in.

* *

- I wanna take
the lieutenant test.

It's time for me to leave 51
and run my own unit.

* *

- See you guys
at Molly's tonight?

- I'll be there.
- How about you, Mouch?

- Uh, game night
with the neighbors.

Trudy and I are hosting.

And it's McHolland now,
remember?

- Right. Sorry.
It just feels so formal.

McHolland.
- That's my name, Ritter.

That's my real name.

- I should know this,
but what does it say

on the back of your
turnout coat?

- I put in a request
to have that changed too.

Get out of the street!

- Hey!

Watch it, you jagoff!

- Wow, that was close.

- You all right there, Herrmy?

- Stupid people, narcissists
thinking about themselves.

All they ever do is--

- Anyway, Carver, let me know

if you wanna pump some iron
off shift.

I got these
adjustable dumbbells...

- Here you go, Tony,
with unlimited refills.

- Thanks, Brett, but you
don't have to buy my drinks.

- Oh, it's the least
I can do with you

giving up your entire night off
to help me out.

Now, your friend from
LondonHouse was very helpful,

but I think it might be
a little too fancy for us.

Any other
restaurant connections?

- I got a guy at Bavette's.

- Really?

- Another guy at Sepia.

- Wow. Okay.

Anything not Michelin rated?

- Are you two
wedding planning without me?

- Yeah. Have a seat.

We're just
brainstorming venues.

You won't believe some of the
connections that Tony has.

- Oh, well,
any at the aquarium?

Because for me,
that's still the one to beat.

- I got a cousin
who works in facilities.

- Huh!

Do you think
he might have sway there?

- I can text him.

- Ha!

- Wow.

Well, I guess I'll go
get a drink since you two

seem to have this all handled.

- Okay, great.

Now, we picked a date, but
invitations haven't gone out,

so we can be flexible.

- Okay.

- Hey.

I know what you're
gonna say, all right?

That truck was
going way too fast,

and then he just blew
through that damn stop sign,

and you know how crazy
that makes me.

- I'm not saying
it's your fault,

but did you even
hear it coming?

- I heard that jerk laying on
his horn for half the block

after he nearly flattened me.

Yeah.

- You need to see a doctor.

- But I'm fine.

The older you get, the more
you get used to living

with stuff like this.

I got a crick in my neck that's
been around longer than you.

- I'm serious, Herrmann.
- I'm serious too.

I don't need some
crackpot doctor red flagging me

for something that is gonna
go away all on its own.

- Well, what if it doesn't?

- Mouch took a bullet.

He spent six months in rehab,
and he came this close

to the CFD doctors
almost forcing him

into early retirement.

They declare me unfit for duty
at this point in my career,

that could be it for me.

And that's not the way that,

you know, guys like me
and Mouch wanna go out.

- What if something
happens on a call?

Or what if the next time,
the truck doesn't miss?

- Well, I can't help Kidd
find anyone for Truck,

and now Brett is
leaning on Tony

for help with the wedding.

I'm a useless friend.

- Or the fact that you're
even trying to help

makes you a good friend.
- Mm.

Well, I don't have a cousin

that works
at the Shedd Aquarium.

- If it makes you feel any
better, I'm striking out too.

I've sent Kidd three people,
and not one of them

has made it past
the phone interview.

- Oh, well,
so maybe it's not us.

Maybe it's her impossibly
high standards.

- Definitely. Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

- But at least they know
when they need help,

instead of stubbornly refusing.

- And you were
a good friend to me.

I know that much, for sure.

- How so?

- If it wasn't for you
going to IAD

on my behalf last year

when Emma Jacobs
was coming after me,

I might not have a job.

- Okay, well,
that was an old grudge.

It wasn't all about you.

- Still.

You shut her down and put
your own neck on the line.

And it meant a lot to me.

I won't forget it.

- Oh, I gotta go.

I almost forgot,
I'm meeting a friend.

- Oh, okay.
- Yeah. Sorry.

Anyway, good talk.
I'll see you back on shift.

- Why don't you take that
on down to Cruz?

- Isn't that your job?

- Come on, he's sitting
over there all by himself.

- That's his decision.

- What's going on with you two?

I mean, things seemed
pretty tense last shift,

and now you're sitting on
opposite ends of the bar,

avoiding eye contact.

So something happened.

- He'll get over it.

- You sure about that?

- You wanna run my company?

- Well, if it were
one of my guys,

I wouldn't let it boil over.

- Mm.

- But if you think you
got a handle on it--

- I do.

- Well, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go take care
of a very loyal customer.

This is from Severide.

- Yeah?

- Mm-hmm.

Nice try, Lieutenant.

- Okay, fine,
this round is on me,

but only if you go over there,
talk out whatever this is.

- Talk it out. With Severide?

- Okay, fine, you are right.

We all know he's not great
at saying words.

But he's also really great
about letting things

roll off his back.

Did something happen on the
call with the drone kid?

Okay, look...

I like to think that
I don't have an ego, you know?

When it comes to the chain of
command, I know where I stand.

But I'm tired
of feeling disrespected.

When he took off to go work
with those ATF guys

without saying
where he was going

or when he was coming back,

I covered for him,
no questions.

For three months, I acted up,
leading Squad,

taking a hit at home.

Then he comes back,
and he's barking orders

and telling me to fall in line
like nothing changed,

when a lot did.

He just wasn't here for it.

And I know he left you
in the dark, too,

so you know what I'm saying.

But I bet he at least
apologized to you.

Well...

I'm good.
- All right.

All right.

- You wanted to see me, Chief?
- Yeah.

I got something for you.

In there you will find
a schedule

for upcoming lieutenant tests,
study guide for the exam,

and a list of all the current
openings at other firehouses.

I think 36 will be a good fit,
but it'll go fast,

most likely before you test up.

But we can always revisit
your other options.

- Thank you for this.

- I think you should talk
to Kidd about the whole process

since she just went
through it herself.

But before you do...

Does Severide know?

- I plan to tell him soon,

before I talk to Kidd
or anybody else.

- Good.

Then I will leave it
for you to handle.

You have put in the work.

I have no doubts
that you are ready,

if this is what you want.

You will make a great leader.

As much as it will hurt
to see you go.

- It's like you said, Chief,

change is inevitable.

Nothing stays the same forever.

* *

- Morning, Violet.
- Hey.

- Did I say something wrong
at Molly's?

'Cause I thought we were
having a nice time,

and then you just took off.

- No, I told you,
I was late to meeting a friend.

- Is it too early
for wedding stuff?

- Never. What's up?

- Tony and I are still
working on a venue...

- Okay.

- But we're sticking
to the date, which means

we're only a few weeks away.

So I was just curious,
what are you planning

for the bachelorette party?

- Whoa, I'm supposed
to be planning

the bachelorette party?

- Well, yeah,
that's the maid of honor's

main responsibility.

- I'm--I'm your maid of honor?

Violet, of course.

Did I not ask you?

Oh, wow. Oh, no!

I've been so overwhelmed
with everything,

it must have completely
slipped my mind.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, will you do it?

- Yes. Yes, of course.

I just assumed you'd
already asked somebody else,

like maybe Tony.

- What?
- Nothing.

I'm--I'm thrilled and honored,

and I'm gonna dive right into
planning this party for you.

- Well, nothing crazy.
Honestly.

Feel free to keep it simple,
like the wedding.

- Totally. Totally.

- Yeah, just keep it simple
like the wedding

and the 30 venues
she's turned down so far--

simple, intimate, and perfect.

Zero pressure.

- Oh, my God, she would have
been fine with Molly's.

I just had to open
my big mouth.

- Easy, Capp,
you're gonna break it.

And you're not even
using a towel?

- Thanks for bringing
this in for us, Mouch.

- It's McHolland.

- Oh, right.
You're still doing that, huh?

- Come on.

Look at all the scratches
in the paint already.

And is that a tear in the seat?

Can we not have
nice things around here?

- Morning, Mouch.

- It's McHolland. McHolland!

Next person to call me Mouch

is gonna get the business end
of a pike pole right up--

- Hey, Mouch.

I need you to sign
the return to duty form.

- Sure thing, Chief.

Don't.

- You're here.

- Where else would I be?
- I don't know.

You didn't text me back,
so I was worried the doctor

might have red flagged you
and you hated me

and wouldn't want me
back on Engine next shift.

- Yeah, right.
Nah. We're good.

I'm just terrible at texting,
you know that.

- You didn't go, did you?

Herrmann.

- What?

I tried! I swear.

All right, I--I took
what you said to heart,

you know,
and I called the audio--

what's it, the--
- Audiologist.

- Yeah, and I called
the next morning,

but the only time that they
could see me was in two weeks.

- Okay.

Well, maybe you
shouldn't be here

until you can get checked out.

- Yeah.

I thought about calling in,
honestly, I did.

But then I figured, you know,

I'll wake up and see
how I feel.

And you know what?

Uh, I think
it's getting better already.

So, you know, when that
appointment rolls around,

I might not even need it.

- You're not just saying that?

- Truck 81, Squad 3,
Engine 51, Ambo 61,

structure fire,
772 West Adams.

- All right, all units,
here we go.

See? I didn't miss a word.

- It's literally designed
to be loud.

- Squad, let's roll out!

- Copy that.

- Hey.

You took a lot for granted
when you disappeared on us,

and right now I would kill
to have someone like Cruz

on my rig.

* *

- Hey.

46, that's Kylie's company.

Must have gone inside already.

- Hey, what's it
look like in there?

Charlie side's fully involved,
rear exit's blocked.

We're clearing out
some back rooms,

but store owners
are still missing.

- What the hell was that?

- Truck 46, what's your status?

- Mayday! Mayday!
We're trapped!

Ceiling collapse,
Charlie side.

- That's Kylie.

Kylie, what's your 20?

46 search team, report!

We're going in.

- We'll clear Alpha.
Squad 3, mask up.

- Hey, you, Gibson, hey.

You stay on my hip.

Take us to where
you think they might be.

- You got it, Lieutenant.

- All right, 81, let's go.
RIT team rescue.

Ritter, Mouch,
you're on the roof.

Truck 46 is trapped
in there somewhere.

Let's go!

- All right, 51, let's go.
Lead out.

* *

- Fire department! Call out!

- Which way?
- They went D-side!

- Let's go!

- Hey, fall back!

Hey, Stella!

You stay on RIT,
we'll handle things here.

- Copy!

Hey. Lead the way!
- This way!

- We need to create
a firebreak,

get these bikes
out of here somehow.

- Hey, we can drag them out
with pike poles.

- Squad 3 to Battalion 22,
we need a load of sand

from Streets and Sanitation.

Let's move.

Herrmann!

From lithium batteries
in here.

I repeat, act fast!

- Herrmann! Herrmann!

Whoa, Herrmann! Herrmann!
- Yeah.

- Kill the water.
Is your radio on?

Lithium batteries
are lighting up inside.

- Yeah.

It must be on the
wrong damn channel.

- You almost steamed
half the house.

* *

- This is it.

- Let's get in there!

* *

- Lieutenant!
It's jammed from the collapse.

- Let's go!
- Wait.

* *

It's coming off.

Carver, on me.
- Okay.

- Ready?

Pull!

- Kylie!

Kylie!

- Lieutenant!

- Hey.

Let's get you
the hell out of here.

- Come on.

Can you walk?

* *

- Careful. Careful.

Go, go. Stay low.

All clear.

- Hey, Herrmann,
you can hit it.

- Copy that.

* *

- You'll be fine.

Thanks, Gibson.

- How's our girl doing?

- Minor smoke inhalation,
nothing to worry about.

She'll be fine.

- Hey, Gibson.

- Lieutenant.

- Thanks for the assist.

- I should be thanking you.

- That was impressive what
you did with that door.

That was quick thinking.

Yeah, you take care of my girl.

- I don't know,
she seemed pretty tough.

- Yeah, she is.

* *

- Are you looking
for me, Chief?

- Yeah, take a seat.

- I received your
equipment request form

for a new turnout coat
with McHolland on it.

- Or as I indicated
in the form,

we can restitch
the one I have now,

which is still
in pretty decent shape.

- Any particular reason
for the change?

- Mouch isn't who I am anymore,
and I can't expect people

to call me by anything else
if it's branded on me

like some regrettable tattoo
of an ex-girlfriend.

But listen, I understand
with the budget cuts

and all that,
if it can't happen--

- No, no, no.

That's fine,
if that's what you want.

But, um I think--

I think I wanna
make something clear.

The Mouch I know
is a smoke eater

who saved a six-year-old girl
from that party store fire

and then got everyone out

before the entire place
exploded.

And it was Mouch who received
the Medal of Valor

for his courage that day.

Mouch is the one who talked
Ritter off of those stairs

and brought him here to 51.

Mouch is a warrior
who took a bullet

from a high-caliber rifle
and somehow

came back even stronger.

Now, I could go on and on,
but my point is this,

the Mouch that I know...

Will always be a hero.

No matter what name
he chooses to go by.

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- Cheers.

- Mm.

I am gonna need another one

after hearing your mayday
come over the radio.

- I'm so glad you were there.

- Me too.

But hey, you're the one
that saved a guy's life.

- Well, you're the one
that taught me

how to buddy breathe
in Girls on Fire.

- I wish you would have
taken me up on my offer

and come to 51.

But that guy Gibson, he seems
like a pretty solid wingman.

- Oh, yeah, he's great.

Too bad he's just a floater,
though.

I think it was his
last shift with us.

- Hey, Tony.

I need your help.

Brett asked me to plan
the bachelorette party

as her maid of honor.

And so she wants
to keep it simple,

but it has to feel special.

So I need somewhere--

- Simple, intimate,
and perfect?

- Exactly.

- Sorry, Vi,
I'm all tapped out.

- No, no, no, no,
you're not,

'cause I need you and your
ridiculous connections.

We just need to think
outside the box.

I don't care if it
takes all night.

Brett deserves to get
exactly what she wants.

- All right.

- And just to be clear,

Capp and Tony are both solid

and some of the best
in the CFD.

But when I had to step away,
there was zero question

who I was gonna leave
in charge.

And you were right,
you acted up for three months.

You did good.

Boden said you really
took to the role.

So if--if I didn't
seem thankful,

that's on me.

Because I was and I am.

- I appreciate you saying that.

- That being said,
I'm back now.

And if taking orders from me
is going to be a problem,

if, you know, you've had
your taste of leadership

and you can't shake it,

I'm not gonna stand in your way
if you need to move on.

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- Okay.

Unfortunately, we've got
some bad news here.

- Hey, just give it to me, doc.

- You failed the auditory test.

The good news, however,
is that it's within the range

that's correctable.

- All right.

Well, what does that mean?

It can be fixed?

- With hearing aids, yes.

- Hearing aids?

- I'd like to fit you
with some that are small enough

for you to wear to work
without interfering.

- Well, if they
keep me working,

that's great.

- They will.
- Mm-hmm.

- For now.

But there is a chance that
your hearing loss may worsen,

and you are right on the edge
of CFD requirements.

You need to be diligent
and report any changes.

If your hearing deteriorates
and the devices stop helping,

you need to call
my office immediately.

Can you agree to that?

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