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You outsourced the cleaning of the operating rooms without informing me.

OPERATING ROOM CLOSED

This is a hospital,

and it requires very specialized disinfection.

-We can't use any old service we want! -All right. I hear you, Pilar.

We'll find some other better cleaning company

or go back to the previous one.

You put staff and patients' lives at risk.

You're losing control of the situation. Or can you not see that?

We all spend our days handling emergencies.

But whenever you try to put out one fire, we end up with two new ones.

Let's not exaggerate. Nothing happened that can't be put back to rights.

Oh, no?

How do you plan on explaining us closing all of the operating rooms at Sorolla?

W-- what?

Well, obviously, we have to if they're contaminated.

And if they are, it'll probably take days to reopen them.

Possibly weeks.

Let's not be dramatic.

Forget who's being dramatic.

Maybe you should consider whether you're right for this job.

Because honestly,

I doubt it.

BREATHLESS

What I don't get is how no one's figured out that all of her patients die.

Because they don't all die.

Some of them definitely do.

Yet a lot of them end up more fucked than they were before the treatment.

Someone's covering for her. Someone with a lot of influence.

And who doesn't care that she's killing people.

Don't tell anyone.

Come on.

You know me better than that.

I wouldn't even publish the fact

that the president is taking part in this trial.

Although it doesn't take a genius

to spot the fact that the only stop President Segura makes

when visiting Sorolla is to Dr. Lafont.

Even though the story officially is that her cancer is all gone.

The cancer is gone.

Patricia is cured.

You sure?

I've interviewed a ton of people who thought they were all better.

With proof from checkups, tests, all of it.

But then…

I don't know how she does it, but I'd keep an eye on her.

Doctor.

-I've filed everything for Ximo. -That's perfect, Biel.

Thank you. Have a good night.

Everything good? You need anything?

No.

It's just that…

I'm not ready to head home.

So you're staying here alone?

I'm as alone here as I am at my place.

Don't worry about me. Go.

Do you like wine?

I should never have doubted you.

You're forgiven.

And besides, you brought some wine, and "good wine fixes everything."

Bit of a French saying.

-Okay. This isn't very good wine, though. -No.

Nah. But on days like today, it tastes simply divine.

-Huh. -I needed this.

Thank you.

It must be tough.

I mean, being in another country and…

not having anyone to chat with or complain to.

Ah, well, I'm used to it.

But I must admit I have missed socializing a bit.

Dr. Lafont, if you ever wanna…

I dunno, grab a drink, or take a walk… I'd love to.

-That sounds great. -Okay.

But for goodness' sake, Biel, no need to be so formal with me.

No, no, no, no, no. I'm sorry. I-- I didn't mean to…

-You're a bit intimidating. That's all. -Uh. Are you serious?

Yeah.

It's not like I get to work with someone… like you every day.

-Huh? -You. Like you.

Well, for tonight, I'm just Sophie.

Then cheers to you, Sophie.

Hey.

Hm.

-More wine? -Hm?

Hmm.

Sorry.

-No. -Sorry, no. I'm an idiot. I…

After a few glasses of wine, I don't know what I'm doing.

-Don't worry, Dr. Lafont. -We're back to formal, then?

I'm sorry.

Sorry, I don't… I-- I don't know what I'm saying.

-Must be this cheap shit. -No. I…

Maybe… you should just go.

-You sure? -Yeah.

Take the wine. Thanks.

You'll take your skin off if you keep scrubbing like that.

But what if we caught it?

If we have it, you know what they said.

"A bit of a cough, light fever. That's all."

Or death, that too.

We'll have the results of the PCR in two days, and then we'll know for sure.

Don't be so paranoid. It's gonna be fine.

They did say that.

-That it was possibly fatal. -Yeah.

My adrenaline's through the roof. I'm not gonna sleep.

Me neither. No fucking way am I gonna sleep a wink.

But I gotta do something to burn off this stress.

Like what?

Do you feel like dancing?

You're freaking me out, man.

And if you feel sick, or overwhelmed, or anything,

please call me, and I'll be right here.

Yes, it's okay. I'm feeling much better.

And besides, you following me around all day isn't sustainable.

I know that. I'm leaving. But Rocío, just be honest.

-Are you all right? -Yes. Yes, yes. I'm fine.

-Is this a nervous face? -You're an idiot.

I'm fine. You all right?

Better.

Great. See you for lunch maybe?

Wow.

Here? And in front of everyone?

Yeah. It's about time.

Okay, I'm gonna be late. Gotta run.

-Bye. -Bye!

Hello.

Let's see.

Rocío!

Good morning, Blanca.

Yes, a good morning to you too.

-We've got a problem. -Another one?

Just business as usual at the hospital.

I was filling out the inventory, going through the medication,

and the numbers just don't add up.

Someone's stealing benzodiazepine and amphetamines.

Come on, Blanca. You've been here a while.

-You know everybody takes pills sometimes. -Yeah.

A pill here and there, sure.

But this is the pattern of someone who's hooked.

Benzos bring you down. Amphetamines bring you back.

And you know it's super reckless to work like that in the ER.

-I have to report it. -Wait a minute. This isn't an emergency.

Everybody's at capacity already.

We'll keep an eye out, just in case, but for now let's keep it to ourselves.

See you around.

"Keep an eye out…"

You better believe I will.

I'm all done with Neus.

-I'll… head home. Okay? -What happened in the ER?

Who told you? Quique?

It doesn't matter. Why didn't you tell me about it?

Because I knew you'd be like this.

Besides, it was… a panic attack.

Óscar.

I hate to admit it, but I think we're out of our depth, sweetheart.

Come and take a look at this.

DETOX AND ADDICTION CENTER

-Hey! -I'm not on fucking drugs!

-Please. That's enough. -I swear I'm not!

Stop acting like a child.

-What do I do for you to believe me? -Breathe.

Give me a blood test!

You'll see… that you're wrong.

-I… -What's wrong?

What is it, Óscar?

Breathe!

Through the nose.

-Can't breathe. -Yes, you can. Breathe.

This is Dr. Amaro, I need an attendant up here right away.

In through the nose.

And out.

They're coming, honey.

Pilar? Come here, please.

He wasn't lying. He's clean.

-You sure? -Mm-hmm.

The arrhythmia was a side effect of the lithium.

It's incredibly rare, but… here we are.

So what do we do?

Óscar shouldn't suffer from heart problems at his age.

So I'll… reduce the dose.

But I'll probably have to take him off it entirely.

But if we take him off the medication, won't he regress?

For the moment, that's our best option.

-Thank you. -I'm sorry.

Hey, Lluís.

So, how's it going?

Well, you know.

Until we can get back into the operating rooms,

every surgeon on call will be in the ER to give you a hand.

Wow. That would be fucking great. I can't lie.

What are you doing in my ward?

I just came to see you.

I got a call from a tabloid, El Diari.

About your hearing?

No.

They thought I was still the director.

And since the, uh… elections are coming up,

they had some questions about our new policies.

And?

Well, I told them a few anecdotes about the guy in charge.

How under Nicolás's watch,

the ER has no supplies, no staff, no space…

The issue of the cap. And now the contaminated OR.

The man's a complete disaster.

Lluís, I don't know if you should be provoking him right now.

-Your investigation is still pending. -Yeah, I know.

But if I'm out on my ass in two weeks, I'd rather have spoken up,

done something useful for the hospital.

And the truth is, if Nicolás gets caught in the crossfire,

so much the better.

You know?

Tell me you haven't been operating in OR 5.

-I don't know if I could handle that. -No, no. It's fine. I haven't.

Is it that serious?

I'm not feeling optimistic.

Well, if you…

If you need anything or whatever, any help,

let me know.

-Thank you, Son. -Yeah.

But don't worry about me.

In my position, you learn to be a survivor.

I've gotten out of worse scrapes.

Biel.

What?

Do you really wanna help me?

Why don't you come over for dinner one of these days?

It's Irene, you know? She's excited to get to know you better.

She's always going on at me about it.

-I told her you're busy, but, you know… -Fine.

Yeah?

I'll find a time this week and call you.

-Hi. -Hey.

-Hey. -Elena Ramos, 27 years old.

Inflammation, itching, and pain in your right foot.

Is that correct?

Yeah.

Okay. We'll start by taking a look at your foot.

Please,

let's skip the part where you tell me I should've come in way sooner.

I'm more than embarrassed enough as it is.

It's okay.

Right. Your foot is painful and itchy.

-Are there any other symptoms? Any at all? -No.

Let's get a CAT scan of the foot, check the extent of the damage.

-Okay. -How long has it been like this?

I'm not really sure.

Pass me the gloves, Pere, thanks.

-Get me a pair of tweezers. -Yeah.

-Right, thanks. -Yeah.

What is that?

Whoa!

Okay, some kind of insect.

Yeah.

Let's get her into an isolation bay. Now.

Right away.

-We can give you something for the pain. -Thank you.

-Hey. -Oh, shit.

What do you want?

You're smoking again?

I just needed the one, okay? But that's it.

Nicotine's not gonna help you with your withdrawal symptoms.

I told you to take one pill, girl.

Just one. I didn't mean you should raid the medicine cabinet.

For fuck's sake. It's fine. I'm not taking them anymore, okay?

-I was stressed out, but I'm good now. -No, you're not good.

I know what bad withdrawal looks like. And you can't be in the ER.

-How could I be in withdrawal? -It's psychological, Rocío.

You know, I've seen your hands shaking.

I've seen this before.

And you've still got days of panic attacks to go.

I'll be fine soon. Okay?

Just take a few days.

No. No, no, no.

-Take some days off, get some rest. -I'm not gonna do that.

-Sleep. -What do I tell May?

Now that we're finally okay again. I can't. No way.

-I'm the head of the ER, and I'm staying. -Ah.

That's great. And since I'm head of nursing,

I'm making it my job to keep an eye on you.

-Fine. -We understand each other?

Yeah.

-Fucking perfectly. -Fucking perfect, then.

What are you looking at? Gimme a break, Antonio.

I can tell just by looking that you're cheating.

You can't help it. Oh, almost. Look at this.

Ah. Right there.

-And? -I sweep you!

Sweep?

What do you mean you sweep, Antonio? Hands on the table, boys.

Come on. Hands down.

You counted too fast.

You think you're so smart. No sweep for you. No sweep, gentlemen.

I say no sweep.

-Count them. -Guys. Guys, we need a sec. Patricia?

-What is it? -Come here.

All right, I'm coming.

Be right back, gents.

No cheating now. I don't trust you.

-Hey. -Yes?

-Just a minute. -Is my wig okay?

Yeah.

Ah, I'm feeling so good today. Hm.

Well. Um… I don't think these shoes go with my dress, do they?

-Mm. Well… -Let's try these.

It's not your outfit that I'm worried about, Patricia.

-First time for everything, isn't there? -Just listen to this, would you?

"The private management of Sorolla is floundering."

"Segura's ship is taking on water. There aren't enough lifeboats."

"It's going down."

"The dream is now a nightmare."

-And who wrote this? El Diari? -Mm-hmm.

-Great. So what? They hate me already. -They're not the only ones.

I'm afraid it'll take more than a fancy wig

to fix your public image after this, Patricia.

Sorolla is our flagship project.

It's going down. Our ship is sinking, and so are we.

So my question is,

is it possible to tamper with a CAT scan in such a way that the images on screen

are different from the scan?

Look, Néstor, I don't know what this whole CAT scan thing is about.

But the system is what it is.

It's functioning the same way it always has. That's all I can tell you.

I'm quite certain I saw falsified tomography in real time.

-I just need to know if that's possible. -I mean…

Look. A year ago, someone hacked a CT scanner in England.

That can't happen here.

Just wait a minute. Ramón.

Good afternoon. Be right with you.

-I don't get how you can be so sure. -Because it wouldn't happen.

Fine, but just one more thing.

What?

If you can, could you get me the latest scans for Patricia Segura?

-The president? -Yes.

No way.

Dr. Lafont made sure all her files are restricted.

I don't know why, but she doesn't even upload them anymore.

-I gotta get going. Bye, Néstor. -Thanks.

See you soon.

I thought it was just folliculitis at first.

I can't believe how stupid I've been.

And I just got back from working in Somalia with the WHO.

-You're a health worker? -Yeah, I should've known.

When did your foot start swelling? No judgment, okay?

I thought it might've been a fungoid.

And then I thought it could be lymphoma.

I froze up.

Easier to hope it would go away on its own.

What matters is that you're here now.

What you both must think of me.

Being scared is perfectly natural.

And so is pretending everything's okay.

But is it normal to bury your head in the sand like an ostrich?

Yeah, it can be.

Thanks, Doctor.

Really.

Now the important thing is figuring out what these are.

Hey. Óscar, it's okay.

She's here.

Come in, Pilar!

Thanks for coming.

I'll admit I'm intrigued.

Take a seat, would you?

All right. Óscar's made a decision about his treatment.

And we thought it would be best if we all came to an agreement.

That way, we could be on the same page. Sound good?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, Mom. My-- my lithium dosage would be reduced by a lot. Too much, and…

it won't work.

And you want to try… another medication?

-Hmm, no. -It's not medication.

Try not to freak out, because we've talked it over, and…

Why would I freak out?

Is it mindfulness?

An alternative form of treatment, meditation?

Maybe something along those lines?

It's electroconvulsive therapy.

Electroshock?

You must be joking.

-Tell me this is a joke. -No.

I understand it sounds pretty antiquated, but--

It sounds absurd, which is exactly what it is.

Things aren't like they used to be. He would be sedated during the treatment.

The results for this type of disorder have been remarkably great. I assure you.

We are not subjecting my son to electric shock. Period.

I need to get my life back, Mom.

And I'll do whatever it takes.

Anyway, I'm over 18, so I don't need to get your consent.

You get this idea out of his head. I mean it.

And if you do not, I'll put this in front of a judge.

I'll have him declared incapable because he clearly can't make his own decisions.

Didn't I say you can't reason with her? I'm doing it, no matter what.

You'll do it over my dead body.

Sorry. I'll have to call you back.

I'll let you know soon.

-Patricia, I was about to call you. -Yes, but you didn't, did you?

And I had to find everything out… from the media.

-Yeah. -This is utter… horseshit.

I only found out last night. I haven't had a moment to call you.

Bit of a mess.

"Bit of a mess"? This is a catastrophe.

Because your job is to make sure problems get solved and no one finds out.

Patricia,

you don't get to speak to me in that tone, okay?

What tone? What tone?

-What tone? I don't hear a tone. -Oh?

Listen, it's been a long time since I was your intern.

Now, I'm your boss.

Remember?

So give me solutions.

That is why you are here. And not some other administrator.

You know how long we have until the election?

-Three weeks. -Two, now.

Ah. Two more weeks.

And what happens if Sorolla sinks?

I lose everything.

All right, Patricia.

I was hoping this would be a fun surprise.

I've made a deal with a multinational pharmaceutical company, Healock.

We'll have enough money and supplies

to ensure we can hire more doctors and completely finance Sorolla.

What?

No, no.

A pharma company?

What's the fine print on the deal?

The fine print is… It's very fine.

So fine you can't even see it.

Are we only being supplied by Healock now?

Looks that way.

I see, I see. Okay.

You call up El Diari…

Yeah.

…and find out who the fuck leaked this information.

-Of course. I'll take care of it. -So what? I can leave happy?

Well… you could even celebrate.

Oh, that son of a bitch.

-Just about done. -Great.

-I'll be back in a bit to take it out. -Thanks.

You can leave when the drip is finished. Not much more to do today.

Doctor, listen.

I'm sorry if what happened yesterday made you feel awkward.

I don't know what you mean. Nothing happened yesterday.

But…

Look, I wanted to apologize if… well, if you felt embarrassed.

Embarrassed?

You think I should be embarrassed about something?

-No. No, no. I-- I just thought that-- -You thought that what?

That I'd respond well to being patronized and that you could make me feel better?

See to your patient. The drip is finished. Go on.

-Take care of yourself. -Just stop scaring us.

-Later. -Nieves.

-Yes, Dr. Moa? -Hm?

-What? No, come on, Patricia. -I'm just gonna…

-One second. -Let's go.

One fucking second.

Right away.

-Thanks. -Néstor, everything okay?

Yeah, sure. Are you okay?

-Yeah, I'm fine. But it's just that… -Good.

I saw you, and you saw me too, and then you looked away.

But we're okay.

I'm really good.

The treatment's working, I'm happy, so much energy, looking to the future.

That's good.

You'll have four more years of me as president, even if you hate it.

I'm glad you're doing so well.

Hold on a sec.

A breast reconstruction.

-What? -What do you think?

I read that they put some saline expanders in,

and your skin stretches, and they put in an implant.

I think you should avoid the operating room for a bit.

-At least until you've done the trial. -I don't want to. I wanna look pretty.

I think you look great.

But I need someone to say I look great who isn't you. Hm?

I don't know if you're saying it out of pity.

Or if you're being polite.

Or maybe you've got a crush.

Do me a favor.

Just the one.

Help me get the surgery.

-Help me. -Patricia.

Coming.

Say yes.

-I don't know, Patricia. I don't know. -Yes, yes.

-Let's go! -Yes, yes, yes, yes.

-All right, sir. We're here. -Hi. So, how are you?

Sir? Wait right over there, please.

Thanks.

Blanca, what have we got?

Male, 58 years old. He came in with a migraine.

And even though there's no signs of bleeding on the CAT scan,

it's still inconclusive. And he's still in pain.

With an inconclusive CAT scan,

we'll need to perform a puncture to rule out intracranial bleeding.

Should I get someone else?

-No. I'll do it. -Rocío.

I can do it.

Right.

-Hi, sir. I'm your doctor. -Doctor! What's wrong with him?

We're hoping to rule out a brain hemorrhage.

But we need to perform a test to do that, so I'll ask you to stay back.

Pere, I need the lumbar puncture kit, please.

We're going to move you to the fetal position.

-Yeah. -Can you help us, please? Good.

Easy. That's it. Keep his head down on the pillow, please.

I need to pull up your shirt, okay?

Right.

Let's take a look.

Right.

Thank you.

Okay.

Just a minute, sir.

Let's go in with the anesthetic.

Yes. Ready.

Sorry.

So sorry, sir, that we didn't warn you.

You're going to feel another little pinch, okay?

-Am I calling someone else? -No.

That's it.

Are you sure?

Proceeding to puncture.

There.

Ah!

Stop, stop, stop!

-You're hurting him! -Wait!

Hey! Sir, let us work, please.

-We need another needle. -Sir, I need you to back off.

Rocío, leave. Get out.

Okay.

There we go.

Yeah.

We got it.

Almost done, sir.

Get this down to the lab when you can.

There we are, sir. All done.

And again, I'm really sorry that hurt so much.

Can you tidy this up?

Let me explain.

Either you take your fucking leave tomorrow, or I'm reporting you.

I can't believe you'd do something so low.

Pilar.

Listen, before you get all… the way you get.

Just know that signing with Healock was the only way to save the hospital.

I had no choice.

That's great.

Since you had no other choice, I hope it works out for you.

Because if it doesn't, I'm taking you down myself.

You don't have to stay.

Right, but you know what?

I'm far too serious about my job to abandon this place to someone like you.

I'm staying right here. And you can bet I'll be watching.

Pilar!

What?

You're the one who blabbed to El Diari, aren't you?

If I wanted to ruin you, you'd be the first to know. Trust me.

Hey.

-What's going on? -I'm freaking out, that's what.

-You remember the guy we operated on? -Yeah.

He tested positive for Aspergillus. I'm freaking out.

Yeah, but he was messed up before the Aspergillus, right?

I'm scared, Jon.

I can't stop thinking about our PCR results.

-What if we're infected too? -Quique, listen to me. You're just fine.

Anyway, it's not like there's anything we can do until tomorrow. Chill out.

I don't know why I'm so… terrified. I'm not like this, usually I'm so…

Reckless?

And stupid?

Yeah, a bit of both.

-I know. -Yeah.

-That's me. Reckless. -Yeah, I noticed last night.

-You weren't complaining, though. -No, I wasn't.

Hey!

-What's up? -Everyone can see us here.

So what? Let them come in. I don't care.

Yeah, right.

Yeah, what gave you that impression of me?

I don't advertise who I'm fucking, but… I mean, it's not like I'm hiding it.

Not even from your ex-wife? She knows everything, I bet.

My ex knows, yeah.

Even if she pretends not to for custody.

Look, the thing with Pilar…

I wasn't throwing you under the bus because of the money.

My ex is hunting for dirt on me. And she'll use anything she can find.

-Right. -She's got a private eye following me.

-I'm under investigation. -Holy shit.

That's why last night…

Well, it probably can't happen again.

What, you mean we can't fuck? Is that it?

-No, we can do that. -Ah.

What I can't do is go out all night.

Drugs, clubbing, and in front of everyone? No.

-Got it. -I just can't.

At least not… while we're divorcing.

-You understand? -I do, yeah.

But the other thing? For sure.

If you're up for it, maybe even tonight?

We'll see.

So if we have to Netflix and chill for a while,

that's not a problem?

No. It's not a problem at all.

-I barely go out as it is. -You sure?

Sure. It's good. We're cool.

Well, okay.

-See you later. -Bye.

Blinding my eyes

I feel alive

-Good times -Don't you leave me now

-Good times -Ooh

-Good times -Got me crying out

-Ooh -Down in the street

Lights out

-Superpowers -Superpower

You can't hide From what you've gotta do…

-What? -I owed you.

But you have to help me with something first.

Ah. I thought so.

-There's a catch. -Just five minutes.

Is that too much to ask?

Down in the street

I sent the pictures to infectious diseases,

but I haven't heard back.

I don't know what she has. No idea.

But then I remembered you volunteered in Africa.

-And she worked there too. Maybe… -You remember that?

Course I remember.

I liked all your stories. You had so many good ones.

The truth is, I miss it.

Yeah.

Us talking like this, I mean.

Yeah.

-Here. -Holy shit!

Zoom in a bit more.

That's her foot?!

-Huh. -It's certainly infected.

But I don't know what from.

And…

Microbiology sent us this.

Yeah. I saw this in Sudan.

It looks like tungiasis.

It's caused by a common parasite.

But this… It's really advanced. I wish she had come in sooner.

Okay. You're coming with me.

-Right now? -Yeah.

Do you have a sec?

Of course. Come in.

Have a seat.

Have you talked to your son?

He won't pick up the phone or answer my messages.

Mm.

Nothing new there. I'm used to being ignored.

I told him no.

We're not moving forward with the idea of electroconvulsive therapy.

We were going to start tomorrow.

But when approaching such a delicate process,

I think his mother should be there for support.

Not worth it otherwise.

-Really. -Yeah.

You were right, you know.

I was too scared to listen to you.

But Óscar is… He's still my little boy, you know.

This is too much for me.

I get it.

They just confirmed the operating rooms are opening again tomorrow.

So I want you to call him and tell him that…

we'll do it. I'll be there with him.

Hello, Elena.

This is Dr. De Felipe.

He also worked in Africa.

How are you doing?

Doctor, I'm not feeling so good.

Fever's 39 degrees.

I wouldn't be surprised if she already had a bacterial superinfection,

or even sepsis.

We have to operate.

There are no ORs here. She'll need to be transferred.

There's no time to go to another hospital.

So what do we do?

I've freed up the largest delivery room we have

and requested surgical equipment, but… this is not an OR.

She's moving. Is something wrong?

The bupivacaine is failing.

I'll give her a fentanyl bolus.

The infection's very serious. It's reached deep tissue.

Look.

See here?

-The necrosis has spread to the bone, see? -Hm.

Hear that sound when I touch it?

It's… gas in the muscle.

She has gas gangrene.

Shit.

-It's more serious than I thought. -Do we need to amputate?

We won't be able to save her foot.

-Oh, shit. -Otherwise, she could lose her leg.

Or worse. Necrotizing fasciitis could spread quickly and kill her.

-Should I get the Gigli saw? -Yes.

Dr. Ramos,

let's switch to general anesthesia for the amputation.

I'll intubate her.

Let's get her ready.

Lift her foot.

Fuck.

Are we using the Syme's procedure?

No. The heel pad support area would end up ulcerating,

and we'd have to reamputate higher up.

Given her age, we'll go with infracondylar.

Easier recovery.

And a prosthesis would give her a better quality of life.

Shit.

There's nothing we can do?

She was the only one who could've done something.

But she didn't. She was scared.

Gloves.

Tweezers with gauze and Betadine.

Scalpel.

Ready? Let's begin.

Gigli saw, please.

Are we ready?

Let's begin.

-What's wrong? -She's moving.

I don't know. We're giving her the correct dose of rocuronium.

Switch to cisatracurium and up the propofol.

This is a new batch.

-Increase the dose! -Okay.

JOAQUÍN SOROLLA HOSPITAL

Good morning, Elena.

How are you feeling?

We were unable to save your leg.

I'm really sorry.

It was a difficult decision.

And… a necessary one.

But I deserved it. Didn't I?

No, why?

Because I was scared.

That's what you said.

I heard everything.

And you knew how I felt.

You knew how incredibly mortified I was, and you still said something so cruel.

Isn't it human to be afraid?

Doctor, go fuck yourself.

Get out of here.

I said get out!

-Lluís. -Yeah?

What's wrong? What's going on?

There's something wrong with the new batch of anesthetics we got.

The stuff from Healock?

Why?

A patient woke up in the middle of her surgery.

You were right.

We have to get rid of Nicolás.

Doctor.

Dr. Lafont!

-Can I talk to you for a sec? -Does it have to be now?

We can't go on like this. Okay? Everything's awkward between us.

-I am inclined to agree. -Great.

Our working environment has become uncomfortable, tense.

You're right.

I really appreciate all the time and effort

you've put into the clinical trial, Biel.

And we agree that there's no hard feelings?

But… wait a minute. Am I fired?

Don't you think that's too strong a word for someone who's just an intern?

Besides, you're still a resident here.

If I could trouble you for one more thing.

Please upload these last results to the program

and leave the card on the table when you're done.

Thanks.

No fucking way.

What do you think? Two sizes bigger?

Hmm. For that, we'd have to expand the skin in the area significantly.

We'd need at least two more months before proceeding.

Two months? No. Come on, no. I want to get them done now.

I was hoping for bigger boobs, but if that means waiting,

then I'll just stay as I am.

Dream over. I'll keep my boobs, I guess. Well…

the one boob.

But I'll keep the size I have now, not that that's much.

How soon can we get started?

As soon as we have all of your test results,

which we'll be doing privately.

It's faster that way.

We're going to need a full blood test, CAT scan, and…

-CAT scan? -Mm-hmm.

No.

A CAT scan?

-Is that necessary? -It's necessary, yeah.

We'll need it eventually.

Why's my oncologist insisting it be done right away?

Everything's fine, Patricia.

We wouldn't be doing all this if it wasn't.

Yeah, yeah.

Hmm. I don't know. You doctors and your secrets.

Why are we doing the CAT scan now if we're not operating on her yet?

Am I missing something?

Her cancer's in remission. Right, Néstor?

That's what I wanna find out.

How are you, Óscar?

You ready?

Your mom wants to watch from out there. Is that okay?

-Yeah, that's okay. -All right.

Don't worry. Everything's going to be fine.

Shall we start?

Óscar, it's going to be great.

Bite block, please.

All right, all set.

Whenever you're ready.

Yup, that's it. We got it.

Remove the bite block. Mask.

You were right.

The data on symptoms and side effects in the study

is being modified in the official program we give to the labs.

We gotta get our hands on that data.

-And the tests. -It's on her computer. We can't.

Then we've gotta get to that computer.

I don't know how. She took me off the trial.

Then we need to get you back on it. Whatever it takes.

Shit.

Jon!

Hey. Mine's negative.

Oh, that would've been bad.

Good for you.

I worry too much. You don't have to say it.

-Did you get yours? -Yeah, I did.

But, um…

What is it?

Did you test positive?

Come with me.

Is she gonna be okay?

It's a waiting game. We don't know yet.

Oh, shit, Pilar.

It's unclear how much the Aspergillus affected her.