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Previously, on Doc...

I had a car accident.
Lost a lot of my memory.

Memory recovery is a pipe dream.

It'll make her emotional,
irrational, distracted.

There you go again
acting like you know what's best for her.

What we know is
a driver caused a derailment.

Did you know
he was gonna do this?

If I did,
I would've had him committed.

I'm in the atonement
stage of guilt.

I'll find a therapist.

This can't happen again.

The sister of a patient?
That's pretty public. Pretty fast.

It's about Dad.
He didn't resign, he was fired.

We need to find out
exactly what happened.

You need to get
into her computer.

Morning, miss.

Morning.

How do you think
it's been going?

Good. Glad to be back
on my feet.

It's impressive your injury
didn't slow you down more.

Though, given your absence,
you've obviously missed

some opportunities
to prove your value.

Anything you think
you could do better?

Um, well, I guess I could, um,

use more practice
on central lines?

Yeah. That tracks.
I doubt Mr. Strauss enjoyed it

when you punctured
his lung last week.

How many procedures
have you done?

I think I'm up to 27?
Trying to hit two a day.

Still looking for that
Swan-Ganz catheter, though.

Not that I'd wish for
congestive heart failure

on any of my patients.

Let's talk about your last one.
-Uh-huh.

-Malcolm Nash.
-Never easy to treat an inmate.

But Dr. Maitra's notes
about you were glowing.

Talk to me about your
presentations on rounds.

I-I guess I could
improve there, too?

Now, as far
as teaching sessions...

Haven't missed one yet.

No, you are quite the go-getter.

What's your take on the competition?

You want me to rate
the other interns?

I'll just say I can hold my own.

Except for maybe Dr. Larsen.

Tough to compete
with the woman who saved your life.

Yeah. Pretty sure
she'll make the cut.

Has anyone seen Dr. Larsen?

I can't believe you still
don't have a new therapist.

If you'd ever
committed to therapy,

you'd know choosing
a soulmate is easier than picking a shrink.

Says the woman
on her third marriage?

Ouch. It's not like
you can swipe right and find what you like.

Okay. I get that.

But you lost a patient
in a pretty horrific way,

and it's been weeks,
and you haven't dealt with it.

Now there's something
you don't see every day.

I still can't believe
what Jake did for him.

Dare I ask
how it's going with you two?

Well, he seems to be thriving.

Body's not even cold
and he's already dating other people.

You can get back out there, too.

I already love two men.

There's no more room at the inn.

But I do know that I have
to stop punishing Jake.

Where we are
is my fault, not his.

-That's very evolved.
-Mm-hmm.

And easier said than done.

Yeah, well, the important thing

is that Katie and I
are back on track.

And now that the snow
globe mystery is solved,

I just wanna do my job
and stay out of trouble.

Patient's back at the ER. Gotta go.

Where were you this morning?

What do you mean? I'm not late.

Just for your intern review.

Uh, that was today?

I don't know
why you're shocked. You confirmed.

It's not ringing any bells?

-Uh...
-Amy, are you hearing me?

You emailed me yesterday.

Hmm... Well, I...
This won't happen again.

No, it won't.
Rounds are in five.

Things can only go up from here.

Oh, my God, it's right here.
How did I forget that?

Maybe it's the TMS treatments?

Confusion and brain fog
can be side effects, can't they?

How's this for a plot twist?

I'm back in the hospital!

But, on the bright side, I'm in good hands.

Say hi, team!

Oh, hi!

Um, what's going on here?

Dr. Maitra. Meet Ben Brown.

AKA at-ChemoSabe.

-Quite the name.
-I beat leukemia seven months ago.

People have been kind enough
to come along for the ride.

He's being modest.

He has 876,000 followers.

-Ah...
-Happy to hear it.

But I'm not sure they need to
be in the room with us right now.

Recording hospital staff
is against policy.

His content funds
cancer research.

Figured we could
let it slide just this once.

So, what brings you
in here today?

Well, I flew in from Philly
for the 5K to Kill Cancer.

Whoo, whoo!

But, uh, I woke up feeling off.

Fever, chills, fatigue,
chest pain.

ER diagnosed endocarditis.

Infection in the heart.

Serious.

But at least it's not cancer.

Uh, I'm sure Dr. Coleman
told you that the chemo

may have made you
more susceptible to your current infection.

The gift that keeps on giving.

Blood cultures are positive
for staph aureus.

Started him on antibiotics
a few hours ago.

Good. Let's follow the labs

and see if the meds are working.

Wow, this really
is a full-service hospital.

Oh, thank you.

I just followed him.

What've we got here?

Kim Carter, 38.

Just had ORIF surgery
of tib/fib fractures and chest tube.

Has a pneumothorax
and three broken ribs

from going out
a third-story window.

She jumped.

First time I was
called to the ER, it was for a black eye.

Then a slip in the shower.

Let me guess, devoted boyfriend?

Worse, husband.

She's awake.

I'll go get the detective.

Heavy one, huh?

Yeah, yeah. I mean,
it's a miracle she didn't sever her spine

or end up with a brain injury.

Listen, uh, I know this has
been uncomfortable,

but I-I want things to be okay
between us, at least here.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

-Dr. Walker.
-Hi.

This is Dr. Larsen, Dr. Heller.
We're gonna take care of you.

Am I okay?

You still have some air
trapped around your lung,

but this tube is clearing it.

And you remember Detective Sage?

I know this is hard for you.

If you tell us what Ray did,
we will keep you safe.

He didn't do anything.

We've been through this,
and it just gets worse.

Today, he pushed you
out a third-story window.

No, no. Ray loves me.

He would never hurt me.

I tripped.

And I fell.

Well, if she won't file a complaint,
there's nothing we can do.

No, there has to be something.

The window was closed.
It's obvious she was pushed.

What's obvious and what we can
prove in court, they're not the same.

But they must've been loud.
Didn't the neighbors hear 'em fighting?

Every other day
for the last six years.

It's circumstantial.

So you're just gonna let him
get away with it?

You think
I don't wanna help her?

Are you kidding me?

If she doesn't wanna be
his punching bag anymore,

she's gotta be willing
to turn him in and testify.

-She's addicted to this!
-Easy, Detective.

Judging the victim
is not the way to do your job.

Well, you're the shrink!

So, whatever's wrong,
you gotta work that out with her!

Because until
you get off your ass and do your job,

-I can't do mine!
-Whoa, hey, what are you doing?

You don't get to talk to her like that.
-It's okay, Jake.

He's right.

It's on me.

Well, liver looks good,

but there's a small area
of necrosis

on the outer edge of the spleen.

Have you had any falls
or injuries?

No, no, nothing like that.

Are you sure?

'Cause car accident is the most
common cause of these kind of injuries.

Oh, uh...

I'm sorry, yes.

I was rear-ended last Friday.

It wasn't a big deal,
but I should've mentioned it.

I can't treat you
if you're not honest with me.

I just forgot about it.

No, you didn't.
If you were injured last week,

you'd still have a bruise
on your skin.

Whatever happened to you
happened months ago.

Why would I lie about it?

Because the second-most
common cause of spleen injuries is assault.

Did he punch you or kick you?

We're giving you antibiotics

and keeping your
surgical sites clean

so you don't get an infection.

And I will continue to monitor
your collapsed lung.

Make sure
it re-expands properly.

How are you feeling?

I've had better days.

Listen, I'm sorry you felt like

we were pushing you
hard earlier.

It's just because
we care about you

and we're concerned
about your safety.

I know. And I'm grateful.

I really do understand.

You love Ray.

Because he can be
kind and caring.

And I'm sure, like always,
he was very sorry afterwards.

But one of your broken ribs
nearly punctured your heart.

One centimeter to the left,
and you would be dead.

If you'd broken your neck,
you'd be paralyzed or dead.

You were very lucky.

We're just afraid that
if this isn't rock bottom,

then whatever is,
it'll be too late.

You're wrong.

I know that
you think I'm messed up.

And that I depend
on him financially,

and that I'm afraid
to start over.

And that's all true.

But I did hear you last time

and the time before that.

And the time before that.

Everything you've said
stuck with me.

And I do want to leave him.

Then... why did you lie
to the detective?

Ray has a lawyer

and enough money to post bail.

I looked it up.

Even if I file charges,

a first-time domestic assault

gets him 90 days max.

And once he's out,
it's just gonna get worse.

The cops can't protect me!

And if I run, he'll find me...

and he'll kill... he'll kill me.

So what can I do?

We'll find a way to help you.

I promise.

That doesn't feel like
a promise you can keep, Gina.

But I can.
You just don't remember.

About four years ago,
you had a patient.

Moved to St. Paul
with a new identity to start over

after suffering repeated abuse
at the hands of her partner.

Well, how did she get away?

Well, she wasn't supposed
to tell you, but apparently,

there's a kind of modern
underground railroad network

that provides escape routes
for abuse survivors.

If we can find this woman
in your files,

maybe she can point us
in the right direction.

So did you log into her account?
-I did.

Seems the amazing Dr. Larsen
is working a DV today.

It's a domestic violence.
She prescribe anything?

No, not yet.

The second she does,
let me know.

It's a great cause.
So even though I can't race today,

I hope you guys
will still donate.

Docs are here.

Test results back?

We should speak privately.

Oh, I don't keep
secrets from them. They're my family.

The news isn't great.

Your white blood cell count
is sky high.

And the cancer is back.

We can't know that.
Not until we do a...

Do a bone marrow biopsy?

Sadly, not my first rodeo.

Okay, here's one.
Sixty-four-year-old...

Mm-hmm, I'm pretty sure
she had young kids.

Uh, this one's 26.

But she came in
with her husband.

Here we go.

Splenic infection,
history of trauma.

Treated her just over
four years ago.

Thirty-nine years old.
Mother of two.

Name Emma?
Does that sound right?

I'm not sure.
But we need to hurry.

I hope I wasn't unkind to her.

Yeah, me too.

Uh, you know,
unknown number might spook her.

-Hello?
-Hi, um, not sure that you'll remember me.

Uh, my name is Dr. Larsen.

I treated you
at Westside hospital...

I remember.

Good, um...

I know this isn't appropriate,

but I have a patient who
is a victim of domestic abuse

and we are desperate
to get her some help.

Hello? Are you still there?

I am.

She's-she's in trouble.

Uh, my-my patient.

She needs to get away
from her husband before it's too late.

Someone will call you
in ten minutes.

We made a few calls
and someone's coming soon to explain,

but we're gonna
move you far away,

where Ray will never find you.

You'll be safe and can start over.

I can't tell you how much
that means to me...

Oh, thank God you're okay.

I wanted to get here sooner,
but the cops were holding me.

Can you believe
they think I did this?

All I could think about
was that I had to get to you.

Hi.

Dr. Walker.

We met last year.

Sure. Thanks for taking
such good care of her.

That's our job.

He's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

-Aww.
-Well, when do I get to meet this Greg?

-Soon, I hope.
-I'm surprised he's not here.

When he lets her out,
he never leaves her side.

That's what love looks like.
You remember love.

Hi, honey.
We were just talking about you.

Gina and Amy.

I told you we were having lunch.

Yeah. No. Of course not. Yeah.

Sure. Right away.

I'm so sorry. I have to go.

We just sat down.

I forgot Greg needs something
for a meeting tonight.

It was great seeing you, Amy.
I'll call you, Gina.

Yeah.

That was odd.

He's great.

But very needy.

Are you sure it's needy
and not controlling?

I had a patient
about a month ago.

Abusive marriage.

The first thing he did
was isolate her from family and friends.

Then he cut off her finances...

Amy.

Well, she looked startled
when he called.

You didn't see that look?

If something was wrong,
I would know.

I'm her sister.

Might make it harder
for you to see it.

He's in there with her now?

Ray's never gonna
leave her side.

And our network contact
is coming in a few hours.

I'm assuming you have a plan?

Her latest X-rays show that
her lung is 50% re-expanded.

To discharge,
we need it to be 95.

I was gonna do pleurodesis
tomorrow,

but if we move that up
and put her in an OR,

we can sneak in the contact.

-It's not surgery.
-Ray doesn't know that.

So it means
bumping an operation,

moving the whole
schedule around,

which is why you came to me.

Gotta say, I'm surprised.

We're desperate.

I've never heard
of this specific organization,

but I am familiar
with the concept.

Is any of this illegal?

No. Kim will get a new identity
under a sealed court order.

And the people
running this network,

how do we know
we can trust them?

We... don't.

But the process by its nature
has to be clandestine.

Hi, it's Dr. Ridley.

I need you to clear OR 3
for the next five hours.

Hey, hey. Things are going
to get ugly here,

so I gotta sign off.

For those of you asking
what you can do,

just keep sending good vibes.

Wow. They really love you.

Not just me, apparently.

I mean, I wasn't gonna
say anything, but...

Why you looking at me like that?

One cameo and you've
developed a following.

They're calling you HotDoc.

Which, flattering
though it may be for you,

is not the reputation
we strive to cultivate here.

And in case you don't think
it was a big transgression,

consider that it made it
all the way to my desk.

Sorry, Dr. Hamda. I had no idea.

-You smiled for the camera.
-It-it was my fault, sir.

I'm the one
who's been pushing this.

Well, you both
should know better.

The patient can film himself
to his heart's content,

but doctors can't be featured

and the hospital
can't be tagged. Got it?

-Yes.
-Understood.

So, basically what we do,
we go in,

we re-inflate her lung

and then we attach the lining
of the lung to the chest wall.

I got it from here.

Okay. And how long
will that take?

Four, maybe five hours.

But, um, unfortunately,

this is where
we have to leave you.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Okay.

-She prescribe something?
-Indeed.

-Meds for the DV patient.
-What is it?

And how much?

Uh, one milligram of Lorazepam.

I need you to change it to ten.

I may be an idiot,

but I do know my way
around a pharmacy,

and ten milligrams
will put her in a coma.

Charlie. What have I wanted to
do with my life since I was seven?

Be a doctor?

Exactly. I'll intercept it.

I know what I'm doing.

Hey! Where have you been?

I need you to check
on Mr. Slattery.

Hannah? The patient's
thyroid storm is concerning

and we should be following
his 12-lead EKG.

Right, I know, but Dr. Heller
asked me to help with something.

I'll get to it right after that.

Hey, Dr. Clark. I-I'll be quick.

Something wrong?

Y-yeah, this,
this dose doesn't seem right.

Yeah. That's gotta be off.

Yeah, I'll go find Dr. Larsen...

Oh, that's okay.
I was going to see her anyway.

I'll handle it.

-Appreciate it.
-Mm-hmm.

Dr. Clark.
What can I do for you?

I...

Uh, I need you to know
this is not about one-upping anyone.

But I'm-I'm worried
about the patient...

Okay, enough of a wind-up.
What is it?

It's possible Dr. Larsen
made a mistake

with Kim Carter's meds.

And, for the record,
I-I tried to speak with Amy directly...

No. You absolutely
did the right thing.

Something else?

This morning, I think she was
having a memory seizure.

When you were talking
with her in the IMO?

I really hope she's okay.

-Hi.
-Hey.

You want to explain that?

I prescribed one milligram.

Then what am I looking at?

I honestly have no idea.

We are moving heaven and earth
to save that woman,

and you almost killed her.

I-I-I don't know what to say.

I... Maybe I was working
too fast and...

Well, thankfully,
we caught it in time.

The correct dosage.

Now, where's our guest of honor?

Uh, she should be here
any minute.

No more mistakes.

Doctors Larsen and Walker?

That's us.

You can call me Sue.

First few nights
you'll be in a safe house.

A church basement
or something like that.

Within 72 hours,

the next person on the chain
will come pick you up.

You don't know who?

No one knows
more than they have to.

That's how this works.

I don't know.

This sounds crazy.

What's crazy is you staying
with a man who hurts you.

Now is the time, Kim.

While you have all
this support around you.

But I have a broken leg
and ribs.

Many of the women we help
are injured.

We've got this.

When I get away from here,
then what?

We keep you on the move
while we work to provide a new name, ID.

And then we set you up
in a new city

with some money, new job.

All told, takes about a month.

It almost sounds
too good to be true.

It will be hard.

Whatever you have here,
you need to leave it behind.

I don't have anything here.

Not anymore.

Have her ready to leave tonight.

The longer you wait,
the more likely she is to change her mind.

Here.

Wait, wait, what?

Even in remission, there'd be
some cellular atypia or dysplasia

and his slides show
no residual blasts.

So he never had cancer.

O-M-G.

We have our own Scamanda.

He's totally faking it.

Why would anyone endure
a bone-marrow biopsy for no reason?

Well, maybe
the half-mil he raised?

I mean,
who knows where that went?

Or the attention?

I mean, that last video
got 10,000 likes alone.

Well, that might have something to
do with our "HotDoc" in residence?

Come on.

I don't think
that he's capable of that.

Ten minutes
with my Netflix algorithm

and you'll realize that people
are capable of anything.

Why don't you let me
track down Ben's oncologist

before we rush to judgment?

Talc instilled.

Okay. Time to remove the tube.

You good?

Yeah, yeah.

-On the exhale.
-Yeah.

-Nice job.
-Hmm.

Okay, you gonna tell me
what that was?

Just, uh, a memory.

That's good, right?
Means the TMS is helping?

Yes and no.

This morning,
I missed a meeting with Joan

that I don't remember
even knowing about.

And then I prescribed
the wrong dose for Kim.

And if Joan
hadn't caught it, I...

I hope you're not
pushing yourself too hard because of me.

You are part of the reason.

But you know that.

Well...

No matter what, you gotta
take care of yourself first.

Okay?

I'll go talk to Ray.

Okay.

The procedure went great.
Kim's lung expanded nicely.

She's breathing easily
off room air.

Unfortunately,
we did get a late start,

so the anesthesia's
still wearing off.

It's gonna be a while before
she's ready to see visitors.

I don't mind waiting.

Of course, but, uh, post-op visiting
hours have ended for the day.

Look, I wish I could
make an exception,

but they're pretty strict
about these things.

So when can I take her home?

Soon as we finish rounds
in the morning. 9:00 am?

Okay.

Guess I'll see you first thing.
-Yep.

So maybe this time
next month I'll be a...

waitress in Santa Fe or, like,

have a desk job in Miami, right?

That's the idea.

There are so many
ways that this could go wrong.

Do-do you think that
it's actually gonna work?

I do.

We have a plan.
We just need to stick to it.

Yeah...

I'm really gonna be free.

I don't see anybody.

We're a little early.

They'll be here any minute.

Kim?

Where are you going?

They, uh, they let me go early.

And I didn't wanna wake you.

So I called an Uber.
It's on its way.

Well, I think you can cancel it.

That him?

Guess not.

Bye, Dr. Walker.

-Thank you.
-Um...

Of course. I'll call you
tomorrow to check on you, okay?

-Hey.
-What are you doing here?

That's how you greet
your big sister?

Sorry, just wasn't expecting you.
-Surprise!

Greg home?

No. He's at lunch with a friend.

Why didn't you call me?
We've been trying to get a meal for weeks.

Work's been really busy.

Mom misses you too.

I'm gonna see you
at Sunday brunch, right?

Sorry, we're going up
to his cabin.

Guess work's not that busy then?

Okay, passive aggressive.

We used to talk
like three times a day.

Now I gotta show up unannounced.

I figured you were just in love.

But now I'm starting to wonder.

About?

At Mom's last barbecue,
Greg came up to us and...

and steered you away.

There was something about
the way he grabbed your arm...

Oh, my God!
What is wrong with you?

It's 80 degrees
and you're in long sleeves.

Roll 'em up. Dez!

You're just bitter
'cause I'm happy

and you screwed up
your marriage!

Okay, I'm bitter.

Let me see your arms.

It's 6:30 am and you have
a daughter at home.

She's 18.

And my best friend needs me.

I don't know what to do.

You've done all you can do.
This is up to Kim now.

No! It's my job to help them!

Some of this is about Ian.

You think that
if you had done more,

that all those train accident
victims would still be alive?

Maybe this is your chance
to make something else right.

Am I warm?

It's not just that.

It's Dez.

Your sister?

Her fiancee.

The beatings went on a while.

She didn't say a word to me.

And I didn't realize. You did.

How is she now?

He went after her,
and she fought back.

Shot him with his own gun.
Killed him.

Oh, my God.

She took a plea deal.

Involuntary manslaughter.

She went to jail?

Two years.

I...

Months ago, we went to lunch.

I asked you how she was,
you said she was fine.

I just...

It was just too hard
to talk about.

When I finally felt like
I had enough to confront her,

she was in too deep.

And she was so full of shame,
she wouldn't let me help.

I failed Ian.

I failed Dez.

I just don't wanna fail
anyone ever again!

You know
that's not possible, right?

Maybe so.

But I'm gonna do
whatever I can for Kim

and anyone else who needs me.

I get that, but just for today,

you need to go home
and get some rest.

Come on. I'll drive you.

I can drive myself.

Come here.

-Mind if I join you?
-That as ominous as it sounds?

I want to talk about
the OR shuffle yesterday.

Suffice it to say,
there were a lot of complaints.

From doctors and patients alike.

Everybody got their surgeries...

Joan, I gave you complete
autonomy over your department.

But you are not
Chief of Surgery.

In the future,
you need to respect that.

Since you're here,

maybe we could
discuss something that is my purview: Amy.

What about her?

She's been having episodes.

Uh, memory seizures. Lapses.

Do you know about this?

If you're concerned,
you should talk to Amy.

She screwed up
a dosage yesterday.

If you know something's wrong with one
of my doctors and you're not telling me...

If I thought there was
something wrong with Amy, I would tell you.

I'm not the keeper
of her secrets anymore, Joan.

I'm just her boss.

Yours too, I might add,

next time you decide
to assume the worst.

If you wanted a lovable doormat,

you wouldn't have hired me.

Kim? Are you okay?

Yeah, nothing happened yet.

But I can feel how angry he is.

I know when he gets back
from work...

I'm here for you. What can I do?

Can you come get me?

Sit tight. I'm on my way.

Can't sleep?

Kim called.
I'm going over there.

You can't go there by yourself.

I can't wait for you. No time.

-Then I'm calling the police.
-No!

-Gina!
-If they show up sirens blaring,

Ray's buddy next door
will tell him what's up.

I need a head start.

-Okay, what can I do?
-Call Emma.

Beg her to reach out
to the contact again.

Which closet?

-Oh, just in the back there.
-Okay.

Oh, my God, he's back!

I'm getting you out of here.

Yes. 301 Maplewood.

And please hurry.
This man is violent. Thanks.

-What's going on? You okay...
-It's Gina.

She went over to Kim's,
and Ray is there.

The cops are on their way.

We're leaving.
Get out of the way.

No, I don't think I will.

No!

Please, Ray! Leave her alone!

Did she leave us alone?

I see you, Ray.

Do you think I'm afraid
of a small man like you?

Dr. Walker, don't!

Oh, you don't speak to me
that way in my house.

I'm leaving your house,
and I'm taking Kim,

and there's nothing
you can do to stop me!

The hell you are.

Ray! No!

Stop it! No!

Freeze! Hands in the air!

Ray Carter, you're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided to you.

Give us a moment.

Hey, Doctor,
what are you doing here?

I'm doing my job.

Thanks for having her back.

Again.

Wendy, you never need
thank me for that.

Don't start bonding now.
It's freaking me out.

Hey, look who's awake.

How are you feeling?

In pain. But I'm okay.

Do you need anything?

-Caramello.
-Caramello.

All right.

Okay, bring it.

Are you proud of yourself?

Kinda.

This is too far.
You must know that.

If we lose you,

how many people
don't get the help that they need?

I hear you.
I'll retire the cape.

I would settle for you
committing to a therapist.

I can do that, too.

Thank you for helping me
through this.

Ride or die.

Oh, good, you're awake.

You had us worried
there for a minute.

Not my finest hour.

Case like this is...

it's a lot for anyone to carry.

I think we all felt that.

Thank you, Joan.

Amy, could I see you outside?

-You wanted to see me?
-Yes.

Why is Dr. Walker
out fighting crime?

It's a complicated story.

Has she been reprimanded?

Well, I thought I'd wait until
she's no longer a patient.

Right.

And what about this intern
making a splash on social media?

I handled that.
Won't happen again.

Next time, handle it
before it gets to me.

Better yet, have Joan deal
with it. Her department, right?

Or is she too busy dealing
with everyone else's department

to keep her own side
of the street clean?

I already spoke with her about
the OR situation yesterday.

Good. Because she's your hire,

so I'll hold you personally liable
for all the havoc she wreaks.

Hmm. You know what?

I have a thousand decisions
to make every day.

Almost all of them go well.

But you choose to cherry pick things that go wrong...
-Cherry pick?

After last week, you're lucky
you still work here.

Running a hospital
is an exercise in controlled chaos.

You want to micromanage? Fine.

But there's a reason
only one of us

has a putter in his office.

And, frankly, I'm getting tired
of you threatening my job.

So either make a change
or get off of my case.

We got into trouble yesterday.

But we crushed our race-day
fundraising goal,

thanks to all of you!

And, drumroll please,

'cause I think
we may have biopsy results.

Uh, what I'm about
to say is sensitive

so I need you to stop recording.

I'm guessing
this isn't good news.

Great, actually.

You don't have cancer.

You never had cancer.

What?

I-I don't understand.

Your oncologist in Philly
read the original slides wrong.

A viral infection caused
abnormal-looking cells

called hematogones,
which can mimic leukemia.

This is insane.

So the chemo was for nothing?

And it damaged my heart?

Yes. But your endocarditis
is on the mend.

And now that you know
you didn't have cancer,

you don't have to worry
about it coming back.

Damn.

Pretty juicy update
for your followers.

I think I might have
to let them down easy.

I mean, I'll tell them
I'm cancer-free now, but...

You're gonna... lie to them?

It's not like that.

My diagnosis may not have
been real, but I was helping people.

Before cancer,
I was just some schmuck

in a cubicle with 73 followers.

Now, all these people
care about me.

Some of them, sure.

But those relationships
aren't real.

They are to me.

I don't want to lose the one good
thing that came from all of this.

What you've been through sucks,

but now you know what it is
to think that every day could be your last.

And you did it

with a ton of courage
and-and generosity.

You just have to channel that
out into the real world

and actually live.

Okay, I will.

Just... not yet.

Hey.

Did you see Ben posted?

Three new videos,
and he hasn't come clean.

Well, at least he's raising
money for a good cause.

It's kinda sad.

He's so lonely
he needs to do that.

I would pay to be lonely right now.
-Hmm?

Ben's fans.
Somehow they ID'd me.

Now I have 2,000 follow requests

and my DMs
are not safe for work.

Okay. I gotta see this.

Whoa!

Yeah, yeah...

Hey. Dude.
This... This one's from Liz.

And she's definitely flirting.

-This is good.
-Why?

You two have been dancing
around this for a while.

Now it's out there.

Oh, come on.

Hey, want me
to ask her out for you?

I am a grown man, Sonya.

If I want to ask her out,
I will ask her out.

Well, okay then.

Okay.

Unknown name. Probably spam.

Wait, let me answer it?

-Hello?
-Dr. Walker, it's me.

I thought it might be.

Everything okay? Are you safe?

Yeah, yeah. Thanks to you.

You're not supposed
to reach out.

It's a burner.
I'll ditch it soon. But I...

I couldn't leave
without knowing that you were okay, too.

I am.

Detective says
Ray'll be locked up at least a few years.

I'll never be able to repay you.

You saved my life.

You just take care
of yourself, yeah?

You, too.

How's Gina holding up?

She's doing better
than most would, I think.

And you? You okay?

Joan was asking questions.

-Oh.
-I didn't tell her about the memory seizures...

Oh, she found out anyway.

I made a couple of big mistakes
and had my reckoning.

I've been chasing my memories

so that I could be
a better doctor

and right now
I can't even practice.

-For how long?
-I'm not sure.

Joan's assigning me
a new neurologist.

So, he'll be the one to assess,

but obviously,
I'll do whatever it takes.

Well, I'm here if you need me.

I know.

-Dr. Heller.
-Dr. Hamda.

-Heard you're headed home.
-It's okay.

I'll be back.

Um, well, Dr. Clark, shall we?

Feel better.