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The form asks for an employer.

I'm retired,

so sh... should I just leave it blank?

Sure, they'll figure it out.

- Hey, Emily.
- Hey!

How's the first day going?

I've helped four people
with the vending machine,

three with directions to the cafeteria.

Closing in on 2,000 steps
carrying paperwork.

Oh, and I'm wearing a triple-XL vest,

because the one in my
size has barf on it.

I wish I could say the waiting room

gets more glamorous, but it doesn't.

Yeah.

She's gonna quit.

You don't know that.

Volunteering could be huge for Emily:

responsibility, purpose.

I'm just worried she
won't see it through.

Give her a chance.

Remember those tickets we
bought for The Revivalists?

- Oh, yeah.
- Yeah, it's next weekend.

Well, you go. Take Jay.

I'm not going on a
date with my brother.

Don't you want them?

I promised Owen I'd
take him to Navy Pier.

You use 'em.

Faster scan rates,

a greater resolution,

a host of diagnostic improvements

in cardiac calcium scoring,

- TAVR planning.
- I get it, okay?

The... the ED would put a
new CT scanner to good use,

but the machine alone's
upwards of $2 million.

Kay, then there's maintenance.
You got tech support...

And higher patient throughput,

wh... which is increased
revenue, Peter. Come on.

I'd go to the board myself,

but considering my stock these days,

it'll sound better coming from you.

Well, so much for a free
cup of coffee, huh?

I need help over here!

What the hell?

We just piled them in and drove.

I need a doctor!

What is going on?

Some lunatic opened fire
with an automatic rifle

- at Millenium Park.
- How many victims?

A lot.

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- Clear every treatment room
and trauma bay.

Patients go to the waiting room.

We need more space on the floor.

Chairs, COWs, carts,

pile everything in the
consultation room.

Lock down the walk-in entrance.

From now on,

all patients funnel through
the ambulance bay.

Maggie, trigger an All
Hazards Disaster Plan.

Every doctor, nurse, and tech
on call gets in here now.

Already on it.

How many victims can we handle?

16 yellow tags, four,
maybe five red tags.

We're gonna have more than that.

You're going to Trauma One.

Deb?

She's pouring blood everywhere.

Prep a chest tray for
an ED thoracotomy.

No, no, no, Mass Casualty protocol.

No chance of recovery,
no resuscitation.

Save the living, Dr. Sexton.

Doris, move her out.

- Dr. Choi, April, Baghdad.
- On it.

Go, go, go.

All right, weak pulse, not breathing.

One, two, three, four
holes, face, neck, chest.

Belly's hard as a rock. He's
bleeding into his abdomen.

Okay, we'll deal with that
after we get him an airway.

- Intubation kit?
- Yes, Doctor.

Half his face is gone. No
chance I get a tube in.

He needs a crich.

Here we go! They're coming in!

Noah, you're going to Treatment One.

Dr. Reese, you're going
to Treatment Two.

There you go, sir.

- Dr. Charles...
- Yeah, Maggie?

You're going to Treatment Three.

Okay, file in down the line.

You're going to Four,
you're going to Five...

There you go... and
you're going to Six.

There you go.

Be careful. Rotate. Rotate here.

Fast scan.

I can't get the tube in.

Too much blood in the airway. Suction.

Blood in the pelvis.

Two more units of o-neg
on the rapid transfuser.

Block party today at Millenium Park.

Saturday plus tourists.

Gotta be a few thousand
people down there.

Owen's nanny sometimes
brings him down there

to ride his scooter.

I don't know if they went today.

I'm sure they're fine, Natalie.

Yeah, that's I keep telling myself.

Okay, I'm in. Bag him.

- Maggie?
- Yeah?

I don't know if Owen and his
Nanny went to the park today.

- Can you...
- I have her number.

- I'll call her. Okay.
- Thank you.

Oh, my God.

Where do we begin?

- Maggie?
- Yeah?

We need to prioritize
surgical candidates.

- Where are they?
- Everywhere.

Connor, I need you.

All right, start in
the treatment rooms.

I'll meet you on the other side.

Sinus tach. Pressure dropping.

- Trach tube.
- Trach tube.

All set up.

- He's crashing.
- Asystole. I'm on his chest.

No compressions. We can't save him.

Dr. Choi, I'm losing her pulse.

She's apneic.

Okay, time of death: 14:38.

Him out, her in.

April, Stohl needs you in Triage.

- Come on, come on, let's go.
- Go.

- Doris, can you move him?
- Morgue's full.

Okay, then just find a place up here.

Bag her.

Two IVs? W-What's that mean? Is it bad?

No, no, no, it's just a move now

to save time later if
there is an emergency.

Emergency? But I have a yellow tag.

That means stable, right?

Red's the bad one and black...

No, no, no, it's just
a preemptive measure.

That's all.

The shots, they just kept coming.

I... I ran, but I got knocked out,

and I couldn't get up.

I can't imagine.

I... I'm so sorry.

All around me, people
were just being...

torn apart.

This blood is not mine!

Kay... look at me.

Look at me.

Slow, deep breaths, okay?

Like this. Loo... look...

Dr. Charles...

she's reliving the moment.

No! No! Who are you?

Hey, here, take my hand.
Okay, it's okay.

Look at me, look at me,
look at me, look at me.

Look at my hands. You see
me holding your hands?

You feel me holding your hands?

You're safe. You're in a hospital.

You're here with me.

We're gonna take care of ya, all right?

I'm Dr. Charles. Can
you tell me your name?

Uh, Jill.

Okay, Jill.

We got this, okay?

Okay.

It'll be all right.

Appears to be a mass
shooting in Chicago...

Water?

Uh, would you like a water?

Oh, my God.

Uh, help? Help!

Uh, he... he just looked
at me and slumped.

Okay, he's breathing.

Weak carotid pulse. Nothing radial.

I need a gurney!

Help me elevate his legs.

- Emily?
- Uh...

What happened?

BP dropped too low. He passed out.

Sometimes a fracture can
trigger a sudden dip.

There could be a broken
bone beneath the swelling.

- What's going on?
- You passed out.

Sorry.

I'm gonna get you on some IV fluids

and send you in for an
X-ray of your right arm.

Feels busted.

Good thing I'm a lefty. Sorry.

I shouldn't joke right now.

It's just... this is a lot.

It's okay.

I get it. Don't feel bad.

This is madness.

- Dr. Stohl, we've got incoming.
- Yes.

- How many?
- 25, at least 10 critical.

That's too many. We're already swamped.

They need to be rerouted to East Mercy

- or Lakeshore Memorial.
- They can't.

They're choked up too.

They're trying to send patients to us.

So let's get Maggie
to double up patients

into treatment rooms and trauma bays.

Remove the dividing walls
to make the space.

April, with me, we need to
help unload these ambos.

Two per room? That's not gonna do it.

No, not even close.

Hey, Maggie, where do you want us?

Treatment room, wherever you can fit.

- Copy.
- Maggie?

- Follow Noah and make space.
- Mm-hmm.

No, no, no, no, no, I
gotta stagger the intake.

- Find a trauma bay.
- They're all jammed.

Well, elevator hallway?

- Did you get to Liz?
- No, voicemail.

- Please keep trying.
- Yeah.

Two hemostats and 10 ml of lidocaine.

We're out of lidocaine.
Waiting on resupply.

- 50 mics of fentanyl instead?
- 25.

He's gonna need a neuroexam.
Can't dope him up.

All right, squeeze my hand.

Come on, it's only gonna take a second.

Okay, keep squeezing.

We're almost there.

- Done.
- What do you got?

Lacerated right carotid.

Bleeding's under control for now.

What's his pressure?

- Low but holding. 89 over 50.
- All right, up his volume.

I'll get him in the O.R.
as soon as I can.

He can't wait.

Connor, I clamped off
blood flow to his brain.

- He sits too long...
- He hasn't stroked.

That means he's got adequate
flow on the other side.

He can wait.

Dr. Rhodes, I need you in
Three, Four, Six, and Seven.

Who's first?

Ava and I are running
all over the place.

We get to one patient, three
more pile up somewhere else.

This isn't working.

Oh, heads up, next
wave five minutes out.

Ms. Goodwin, we're
stabilizing patients,

but if we can't get them to surgery,

we'll start losing them.

Unless something changes,
the ED's gonna collapse.

Well, if you have an
idea, now is the time.

Casualty collection areas.

Designated zones for
specific treatments,

especially surgical eval.

Doctors stay put, patients
shuttle between zones.

An assembly line?

All right, you set it up in Triage,

- I'll spread the word.
- Yes, ma'am.

I saw the shooter.

I should've... run at him,

tackled him, done... something,

but instead, I just stood there,

like a coward, while
he mowed people down.

Have you heard of fight-or-flight?

Before that is the freeze.

It's an instinct that kicks in

when there's no time to think.

Not running at that shooter
might've saved your life, okay?

Can you tell me your name?

Sir, do you know where you are?

Wow, you were, uh...

You were right there, huh?

Dr. Charles, uh, Dr. Reese...

Paramedics are bringing in

personal belongings from the scene.

Uh, what should I do with them?

Oh, this is awful.

Uh... uh, people are gonna
wanna go through those,

so, um, we should put it on display.

There's at least
three-dozen boxes already,

and they said there's more coming.

Um... use the cafeteria. Dr.
Reese, can you oversee?

People are gonna be, you
know, overwhelmed and...

Yeah, got it.

Uh... uh, I'm Dr. Charles.

What... what's your name?
Can you tell me your name?

Roger.

Where am I? You're in a hospital.

You were... you were
involved in a shooting.

- I was?
- Yeah.

You know, you have a
wound on your head,

and I'd very much like to
get one of the ER doctors

just to take a look at it.

Would that be all right?

Yeah. Okay.

Okay, good.

All right, CTs and X-rays are
in the elevator hallway.

If the line gets long, just
snake it around the corner.

Monique, One and Two are
now laceration repair

and hemorrhage control. You lead.

Dr. Sexton, Trauma Two is now
strictly for chest tubes.

Once they're in, move them to Baghdad

for surgical eval.

Okay.

- Ms. Goodwin...
- Yes?

- We're abandoning protocol?
- Uh, have to.

Our disaster plan wasn't designed

for an incident this massive.

But a change on the fly?
That makes me nervous.

Noted.

Uh, Dr. Halstead, you now live
in Treatments Six and Seven.

Nothing but intubations.

Any person with respiratory compromise

will be coming straight to you.

Okay, but, uh, meds are a problem.

It's taking forever for
nurses to run back and forth

pulling etomidate and sux.

All right, I'll override
the fingerprint scan

on the medication dispenser.

Leave the door open,

so nurses can stuff their pockets.

We'll have no idea who's getting what.

You mean who's being
charged for what, right?

Let's figure out billing later.

I need help!

Trample victim. No pulse.

No breath sounds either. On his chest.

April, quick look and
an intubation kit.

Then start a line to push meds.

No, triple zero. Pupils
are fixed and dilated.

- He's dead. Where's his family?
- I don't know.

Good Samaritan found him
on the ground not moving,

drove him in in his own car.

Dr. Bekker, Dr. Rhodes is calling you.

If Owen and his Nanny did
go to the park today,

what if they got separated too?

Until you know for sure,

don't let your mind lead
you to a bad place.

Stay focused on right now.

Natalie, need extra hands.

- April?
- I'll move him.

I need a hand in here!

No! No, no, don't touch me!

I'm sorry, honey, but I have to.

I'm a doctor, okay? I
promise you I'll be quick.

It hurts. Where's my mom?

We're gonna do our best
to try to find her,

but right now, I have to help you.

Can I do that?

Thank you.

Bullet wounds to the left hand,

- the left thigh...
- Where is she?

Good pulse in the wrist and feet.

No life-threatening issues.

4 of morphine for the pain,

then bandage her wounds,
send her upstairs.

They can dress her up there.

I'm gonna send you to
another doctor, okay?

- Be brave, sweetheart.
- Okay.

Hole in the left anterior chest wall.

Breath sounds present and bilaterally.

Get him in line for a chest X-ray.

Yep.

Things moving smoother in here?

Yeah, bringing patients here

instead of us trying to find
them, it's a great call.

Uh, heavy confusion, memory loss,

no recollection of what...
what happened today.

He could barely tell me his name.

But, I mean, I guess
it could be neural.

I'm just thinking shock.

Yeah, him and everyone
else, including me.

We'll stitch that up
when we get a chance.

Oh, my God. What...

Roger...

so, listen, I... I know it's
difficult to make sense

of what's going on around you right now

and... and what happened today,

but I can help you put that
puzzle together, okay?

Just keep some pressure
on this right now.

Dr. Charles? Unconscious
when he came in.

GSW nicked the external jugular vein.

As long as he keeps pressure on it,

his vitals are stable,

but... he refuses to do it.

You keep pressure on that.

I'll be right back, okay?

I got it. How we doing?

You don't have to help me.

Yeah, well, I... I mean, I kinda do,

'cause if... if somebody
doesn't hold this,

you're gonna die,

- I'm okay with that.
- Yeah, well, I'm not,

so I guess you're stuck with
me for the moment anyway.

I'm Dr. Charles. What's your name?

Uh... uh, Trevor.

Good pulse and BP,

but diminished breath
sounds on the left.

Chest X-ray.

Hey, man, how are you doing?

- I'm fine.
- Yeah?

All right, log roll.

Kay, okay. One...

Two holes, left delt, right upper back.

Chest tube, then CT chest
and thoracic spine.

Keep him on his side.

You're gonna be fine, man.
You're gonna be fine.

Go.

- More ambos inbound.
- We'll be ready.

Hearing PD hasn't found the shooter.

If he's still out there...

Yeah... this could get worse.

Dr. Choi, we need you in Baghdad.

- April, take over Triage.
- What?

You've seen enough bullet
holes to gauge risk.

- Ethan...
- Dr. Choi!

April, hey, hey, hey, eye the wound,

assess trajectory, predict
potential injuries,

then send them where they need to be.

You got this.

One, two, three.

Heart rate's jumping, BP's crashing.

There's only a trickle of blood
coming from the chest tube.

Guy has two holes.

He was stable. Hemorrhagic shock?

The GSW must've traversed the liver.

Fast scan.

2 units o-neg and 2 of plasma
on the rapid transfuser.

Chest tube must've clotted.

It took a bit, but now
he's coagulopathic.

Yeah, fast scan's positive.

He's bleeding into his chest and belly.

We need to replace the tube. Scissors?

Connor, what's up?

This guy needs surgery, but the O.R.
is packed.

I need to convert
Baghdad and do it here.

Okay, I got more victims en route.

You can have half the space.

No, I'm not opening him up with
people running in and out.

Then take the doctor's lounge.

Four walls and a door, as
quiet as you're gonna get.

Doctor's lounge?

No gas lines, suction lines,
airflow capabilities,

it's short electrical
outlets, lighting?

Come on.

I'll take it.

Excuse us.

I'm sorry I took so long.

The police had the streets blocked off.

Never mind, unimportant.
Where is Dr. Rhodes?

Operating in the doctor's lounge.

Yeah, I know.

Dr. Latham, good, you're here.

We're gonna do a laparotomy.

This is not a surgical suite, Dr.
Rhodes.

Oh, I know, but I'm
afraid it's all we got.

We'll also need an
electrocautery machine

and an ultrasonic cavitation device.

There's no frills today, sorry.

No, no, no! There can't be any shadows.

Dr. Latham, I know this is a
lot of change all at once,

but this patient is
running out of time.

I can't do the surgery alone. I
really need your help, okay?

Yes. Yes, of course.

I'll scrub in. Where?

Yeah.

All right, Connor,
anything else you need?

- Uh-huh, Noah.
- Hm?

For what?

Anesthesia and airway control.

Uh, D... Dr. Rhodes, I... I have,

like, three hours of
surgical experience.

And now you get more.

Bring in the patient.

So, I gotta be honest,
I really feel like

I've been doing a little bit
too much of the talking here.

No way I can get you to tell me

a little bit about what happened today?

I thought I had a jacket.

Did I drop it?

You know what? You could've.

Our memory tends to
come back in fragments,

and so time and space tend
to be a little mixed up.

Um...

hey, Trevor, you think I
can get you to take over

putting pressure on the wound for me?

- My wife...
- Yeah?

I lost my wife this morning.

That's awful.

That's really awful. I'm
sorry to hear that.

She was a good person.

I really don't deserve your help.

You should just, like...

Just let me go.

You know that feeling of...
Of it being unfair,

you know, that your wife
was taken and you weren't?

Maybe even feeling a little bit guilty

that... that you survived?

Well...

that's... it's just normal

for this horrible thing
you've been through,

and if it's any consolation at all,

there's probably a lot of
people in this hospital

who are feeling... the
same way right now.

Well, then you should go be with them,

because... you can't help me.

- You know what, though, I can.
- No, you can't!

I just need you to meet me halfway,

by putting pressure on your wound.

I just need to go over and
talk to this gentleman

for just a minute, and
I'll be right back.

I, uh...

- I collect things...
- Uh-huh?

And my wife, she said
that I was a hoarder,

and that......

She was gonna throw it all out.

God, I would get so mad, but I...

I was wearing a jacket.

I had it at lunch.

God...

I got this.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Thank you.

So the officer saw the guy
ditch the assault rifle,

then he got a shot off,

and then he lost him in the crowd.

And you think now he's here?

Yeah, maybe. He was wearing a hoodie.

We recovered it at the scene.

Tested positive for gunshot residue,

and there was blood on it.

So the officer might've shot him?

Well, that's the theory.

We're thinking either the
paramedics brought him in,

or he's hiding among the injured,

so we're checking all the hospitals

against the officer's
partial description.

White male, brown hair,

medium height, build, dark pants.

Do you mind if my guys
just go through the ED?

- Please.
- All right.

But, uh, we're barely
keeping it together here.

What's happening out there?

People are scared.

The cell network is probably down

from the boost in traffic, right?

Probably why Maggie can't get through?

Yeah, I think you're right.

All right, I'm in. Bag him.

Then CT zone for head and chest.

And then up to the ICU for neuro.
Let's go.

Hey, Jay, uh, my son, Owen,

he and the nanny may have
been at Millenium Park today,

but I can't reach them. Can you...

Every cop in the city's
looking for the shooter.

- I'm so sorry, Nat.
- Okay.

Natalie, if you need to go home...

How can I leave?

20 of etomidate, 100 of sux.

How do you know which parts
of the bowel are viable?

Peristalsis? Color?

Right now, I don't
care about viability.

I only care about the bleeding.

Ooh, this is wild.

Being a trauma surgeon is intense.

- No time to think. Just react...
- Stop talking.

I haven't been inside an
abdomen since my residency.

It's okay, Dr. Latham.
Surgery is surgery.

GIA stapler for the anastomosis.

Skip it, it takes too long.

But I've already resected
a portion of the bowel.

It needs to be reconstructed.

Just leave it in discontinuity.

That doesn't make any sense.

We'll have to open him back
up again to make the repair.

No, 'cause we're not gonna close him.

But he'll be susceptible to infection.

Dr. Latham, this is damage control.

Stop the bleeding, stop the spillage,

move on to the next patient.

Are you good?

Yes.

- Let's continue.
- Okay.

- This is my brother's.
- It belongs to my son.

I bought it for him.

Lady, if you don't let
go and back off...

Hey, maybe I can help,
maybe I can help.

Look inside. You'll find sheet music.

He plays the bass.

May I?

Told you.

I know my son was at the park today.

If he was okay, he would've called.

He always calls.

His name is Jared. He's 16.

- Oh, I've seen him. He's here.
- Is he all right?

Uh, when I saw him,

he was conscious, talking.

- He had a broken arm.
- Oh, my God.

- I'll find him.
- Thank you. Thank you.

Emily?

What do you need?

Emily? Hey, what do you need?

Uh... uh, there's...
There's a lot of people

bleeding in the waiting room.

The nurse needs help.

But I don't have anyone else.

Wait a second, I got an idea.

Come with me.

Come, come, come, come!

- Caprice?
- Yes?

I know you're busy,
but I need some help.

Sir, ma'am, can I borrow
you for a second?

So, we have a lot of injured,
but not enough nurses,

so we need volunteers.

Caprice here is gonna teach
you how to apply pressure,

hemostatic bandages, and tourniquets.

Are we all still in?

- Em?
- Yeah, okay.

Great. Okay.

That's you. You.

Go be sharks. Find some blood.

- Come with me.
- Okay.

Sir, would you like to help?

- No.
- I will.

Oh, thank you.

There you go.

He's right there: white man,
medium build, dark pants.

Fits the profile. He was
acting kinda sketchy.

He stared right through me.

I see him.

What's going on, Ms. Goodwin?

They think they may have the shooter.

Chicago Police, sir, I
need to talk to you.

I didn't do anything.

Put the bag down and
show me your hands.

I didn't do anything.

Drop the bag and show me your hands!

Get up! Get up!

Do not move.

He's a thief.

He looted the bodies. Opportunist scum.

Detective, I understand
you have a job to do,

but this description of the shooter,

white male, dark pants, it's vague.

Ms. Goodwin, if I think I
found the son of a bitch

that did this, I'm going after him.

ICU for rewarming and resuscitation.

Okay, bring in the next one.

Dr. Latham, I'm sorry if
I overstepped earlier.

I certainly wasn't trying to criticize.

No need for an apology, Dr. Rhodes.

I realize that my rigidness
can be frustrating.

While your tone was unnerving,
your words were enlightening.

They were?

Stop the bleeding, stop the spillage,

move on to the next patient.

Precisely the structure I needed.

Well, then I'm glad I could help.

Okay, let's do this.

He was hit by a car trying
to escape the scene.

Broken ribs, diminished breath
sounds in the left chest.

He needs a tube.

Emily, what are you doing?

Uh, looking for more bandages, gauze.

I'm helping the nurses
in the waiting room.

While he was waiting for his X-ray?

Epidural hematoma.

By the time they got him
to me, he was gone.

There was nothing I could do.

His mother is here.

Thinks he's all right.

Poor woman.

Am I doing this right?

I think so.

You're good at this.

Blood doesn't bother me.

I can see it.

There was a band.

Every song was an '80s cover.

This woman started dancing with me.

Uh-huh.

And were you guys dancing together

when the gunfire broke out?

Uh, Doctor, I...

Yes.

Did you happen to look and see

what direction the
gunfire was coming from?

Uh, yes.

D-Doctor, there are so many people here

who are in worse shape than me.

I really... I should just go.

W... well, you... You
can't go yet, Trevor,

because you still need treatment.

You're bleeding from your neck.

But I just... I need to
be just anywhere else.

I'm... I'm fine.

Okay, okay. Um...

I'll be right back.

Look, what I'm hearing is that
actually you're not fine.

You're trying to convince
yourself you're fine.

- I am.
- Look, I get it,

but I can also see how
much pain you're in,

and you have every right to be.

Uh, listen, I don't expect
you to believe me right now,

but I promise you will get better,

but you... you need to hang in with me

a little bit longer, okay? Okay?

What you looking at, Roger?

Him.

That guy?

You recognize him?

Yes.

I'm in. Bag her, then chest tube zone.

She's getting our last ventilator.

- What? We're out?
- Yes.

We can switch to bags full-time.

Who's gonna work 'em? We
don't have enough nurses.

We'll get extra tubing and split it,

put two patients on a
single ventilator.

No, the vent isn't strong enough.

I'm in. Bag him.

Yeah, if we match patients who
are roughly the same size,

double the tidal volume,
should be enough to hold.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, my God, Owen? Owen?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I just need to... I need some...
I need some air.

Just five minutes, okay?

Of course. I'll take care of the vents.

So this guy, Roger,
I've been working with,

his memory is still very hazy.

The one thing he is
absolutely certain about

is that he saw this fellow
over here in the kiddie chair

with the blue shirt right there,

and that he had, quote, "A
look of rage in his eyes."

We've already had one false ID, Daniel,

and witness statements...

Notoriously unreliable, I know.

I'm just saying,

this guy, Roger, very well
could've seen everything.

I mean, that's why I'm spending
so much time with him.

You think it's possible
that he can ID the shooter?

Yeah, it's possible. I mean,
he knows he saw David.

And I gotta tell ya, I've
been watching them for a bit,

and he is a little overly enthusiastic,

in terms of helping all
the other victims.

You know, create a disaster,

so that he can then rise
up and become the hero,

you know, I don't know.

We got a name: Trent Harris, 43.

Well, Dr. Charles was wondering

if it could be this guy
behind you in the blue shirt.

But he's been telling
us his name is David.

Well, he would definitely
give a fake name.

Yes, but he looks like
he's in his twenties,

not his forties.

Yeah, how'd you make your ID?

Registered AR-15 we
recovered at the scene.

You sit tight, tuck in, just watch him.

PD is pulling DMV photos.

If we do get a positive ID,

be ready to clear as many
people out of here as you can.

I'll find Maggie and spread the word.

Okay.

- Thank you, Jay.
- Yeah.

So S.W.A.T raided Harris's house,

crap floor to ceiling, major hoarder.

They found another body.
Guy shot his wife.

Where is he?

- Where'd this guy go?
- I don't know.

Little help? I need help!

Trevor, hey. Trevor!

Ethan, April, I need you.

Thready pulse, hole in the neck.!

Slashed his wrist. Multiple
stab wounds to the abdomen.

Guy's lost a lot of blood.

Let's give him two units of O-Neg

- and start bagging.
- I need to intubate.

20 of etomidate, 100 of sux.

Detective Halstead said
he'll have a photo

of our suspect, Trent Harris,

an... any second now.

He's not the guy.

Sats, 82. Heart rate, 130.

Interior abdomen stab wounds.

Belly's distended. Fast scan.

Razor slash to the bone.

I'm in.

Fast scan's positive.

- Where are we?
- Belly's full of blood.

He needs surgery now.

We'll take him to the doctor's lounge.
Let's go.

Connor, that's our guy.

Don't let him off the hook by dying.

When did you realize
he was the shooter?

When I heard about his wife...

and the hoarding.

You knew?

We're struggling to keep
innocent victims alive,

and you pull us away
to save this monster?

Damn it, Dr. Charles,
my son is missing!

I'm so sorry.

Jared's gone?

That's it?

I'm so sorry.

No.

He'll live.

Tired?

I am exhausted.

Yeah, me too.

They still need help
upstairs in the O.Rs.

Let's go.

Natalie?

It looks like Liz's
phone, Owen's nanny.

Owen?

Mommy!

There she is.

How?

Once they found the shooter,
I had Jay make some calls.

Owen and Liz, they were at the park.

They ran as soon as
they heard the gunfire

and left everything behind and
got to the 51st District.

Great work today, Dr. Choi.

Thanks.

So much blood.

I can still smell the iron in the air.

You okay?

Still shaking.

Crazy thing is, it's the
most gratifying day

I've ever had as a doctor...

But I don't know what to feel.

Emily stepped up.

Yeah.

Yeah, she did.

Since the first victim rolled
in, it's only been two hours.

Feels like two weeks.

This is the world we live in, huh?

Yeah... unfortunately.

Hey, phenomenal job, Sharon, okay?

Approval for a new CT
scanner, done deal.

You know something, Peter,

just a CT scanner is not gonna cut it.

The numbers we saw today,
we need multiple scanners,

triple the number of trauma bays.

Waiting room and hallway walls wired

for monitors and oxygen,

and that's just the beginning.

So basically, you're talking about a...
a whole new ED?

Yeah, I guess I am.

Okay.

Daniel?

Of course you had to save him.

I know that,

and she does too.

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