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MS is such a bastard.

You think you're on a plateau,
and then it just crumbles.

Things are developing
all the time, Kit.

But it's always there,
hanging over our heads.

This hospital-wide drug test.

- Did you name my father?
- Of course not.

Would Nic approve
of me with Cade?

I just want you to be
happy, so would Nic.

The twins look perfect. Healthy
weight, strong heartbeat.

I'd say this family can
go home this afternoon.

Ah, you hear that,
Padma? We're finally

breaking you guys out of here.

That is music to my ears.

CT is backed up. I'll call over.

One cranberry juice coming up.

And your discharge papers.

Looks like we can send you
home with a prednisone burst.

No rest for the weary.

No rest, little reward, and yet
I keep coming back for more.

What do you have for us?

Raja El Khoury.
38-year-old male,

episode of emesis.
Students called EMS.

Sats were low, tachy to 120s.

Let's get him to Bay Eight.

He's improving with oxygen
but still kind of out of it.

What are you doing?

Raja, is it?

Okay, you're in
the ER at Chastain.

I'm Dr. Feldman, this
is Nurse Hundley.

- We're gonna take care of you.
- I don't care who you are.

I want out of here.

- Just let me get up!
- Okay.

Let's get him on a
monitor and a 12-lead EKG.

- I'm on it.
- None of the rest of you

touch me. He's the
only doctor I'll see.

Seriously? Who are
you talking about?

Dr. Hawkins.

He saved my life.

How old do you think I am?

- Wager a guess.
- I'm sorry,

are you my 8:00
a.m. meeting about

- a research possibility...?
- Sorry, yes.

I'm Marko Zytylny. So, come on,

how old?

All right, all right, all
right. No need to guess.

See this?

My genetic age,
according to this, is 50.

But my real age, in real life,

72.

Yup.

That's impressive, Mr. Zytylny.

No, please, call me Marko.

Since I was a child,

I believed that aging,

infirmity, and death
were inevitable,

but that's a fallacy.

Hmm. You see, here at Chastain,

you guys are playing
a very expensive

game of Whac-A-Mole.

The patients come to you with,
uh, heart disease in their 50s.

Whack. In their 70s,
with cancer. Whack.

In their 80s, with
Alzheimer's...

Try to whack it,
you can't. They die.

But not

if you fix aging.

You get rid of all of that.

- You see, that's my dream.
- Okay.

I am intrigued,

- but how can I help you?
- Dr. Pravesh, I-I've

read your work, and you
think outside the box.

I really believe...

What is the scientific question

that you want me to answer?

Isn't that obvious?

How to live forever.

And I want to thank you

for only doing pee-pee

while Daddy changes you.

Hey, Padma, I got
to get going, okay?

He's probably tired

or hungry

or gassy or he pooped again.

Or maybe he just needs

a little of this.

♪ Twinkle, twinkle ♪

♪ Twinkle, twinkle. ♪

All right, now, you be a good

little boy for your
mama, all right?

And, Padma, if all
else fails, remember

you have these womb-inspired
sounds and motions

to remind them of
the good old days.

Paddie, I'm gonna
get going, all right?

But you haven't
had any coffee yet.

Do you want to wait ten minutes?

I'm sorry, I wish I
could, but I can't.

Look, I'll try to swing by
between surgeries, okay?

- It's okay. I got this.
- Yes, you do.

Look, you are an
amazing mom already.

Just remember, Padma,
if you need anything...

I know. I'll call. Okay.

♪ Goodbye... ♪

All right.

♪ Good... ♪

If I go in the next
couple of minutes,

I might be able to
finish my lecture.

I have spent way too much
of my life in this place

with doctors drawing my blood.

No offense.

None taken.

I took care of Raja when he
was diagnosed with bone cancer.

Diagnosis you made.

All the other doctors said

shin splints.

You were sweating
bullets when you told me.

I was an intern.

I never told someone
they had advanced cancer.

Oh, that takes me back to a time

I never want to revisit.

Managed to stay away from
this building for the last

eight years, till today.

So, what happened?

Well, I was giving
my favorite lecture

on Who's Afraid
of Virginia Woolf?

When I threw up.

Then I couldn't catch my breath.

My students called 911.

It's good they did.

It actually looks like
you have a bad pneumonia.

You might have aspirated
from the vomit,

or you could have a virus
that explains both symptoms.

So, that's all that's wrong?

- As far as we can tell right now.
- So,

maybe I wait here
a few more hours

and, uh, I call my fiancée,

- and she takes me home.
- Whoa, hold your horses.

We need to get you
on IV antibiotics,

keep you on oxygen,
and get you to the ICU.

Home will have to wait.

Just get me better.

You did it once,

you do it again, okay?

That's the plan.

You know, that's the one
drawback of being an ER doc.

- There's just one?
- One of many. No one

credits me with saving
their life, though I do

all the time, but
I send them off,

and they fawn over
their internists

who take care of them upstairs.

Do I detect some
envy, Dr. Feldman?

It's just frustrating.

Yeah, they get to know you.
You see them day after day.

Why not add another
specialty? Irving Feldman,

Doctor of Medicine.

No, thank you. I
did my internship.

I remember those
interminable rounds,

discussing hyponatremia.

Hey, you don't know
what you're missing.

You might actually like
hanging out with the patients.

Can't a man complain
around here without you

always trying to offer
a solution, Hawkins?

When my shift ends in two hours,

I am out

of here. Done.

Gone. Buh-bye.

Buh-bye.

And after my daily push-ups,

I do a quick five-minute
liquid nitrogen bath.

You ever had one?

- Uh, I can't say that I have.
- I highly recommend it.

Soothes the muscles,
reduces inflammation,

lifts the mood.

Damn, I think I've lost count.

Remarkably, you're at 90.

And my protocols
work, Dr. Pravesh.

Just help me study my tests,

then we could all maybe

live forever. 99... 100.

I'm telling you

that death is a
scientific problem

we can solve together.

Trust me.

This about does it for our
tour of the hospital today.

I am afraid I'm gonna have to

wrap it up. I have
a full day, so...

- On one condition.
- What's that?

We round this out with
one set of stairs.

Mr. Zytylny...

Let's go! Whoo!

- What's going on?
- I don't know.

- I can't, I can't breathe.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Can I get some help over here?

Reading something good?

Uh, just an email

Ian forwarded me

from a mom thanking him
for saving her baby.

Modest as always.

- Sounds like the Ian we know.
- Hmm.

How is everything
with him, in general?

Passed his drug test.

Operating up a storm, so...

fine, I guess.

That's a relief.

So is the fact that

I am finally off nights.

As much as I love my
solo dinners with Gigi...

You have room for
one more tonight?

Always.

Dr. Hawkins, we need
you in Raja's room now.

Raja, you're okay. You're
safe. What's going on?

Good, better, best, bested.

He was answering my questions,

and then he stopped
making sense.

We need to get his fever down.
One gram of acetaminophen.

Grab a liter of
Lactated Ringer's.

Sats are dropping. I'm
going up on his O2.

Dance like the wind.

- This is more than just pneumonia.
- He's too altered.

I'm worried about meningitis.

- It hurts! Stop!
- Photophobia.

Let's check for nuchal rigidity.

We're just gonna move
your head a little bit.

Get off me!

- His neck is stiff.
- Raja, what's this?

No, bandage.
Don't-don't touch it.

- Is that...
- Looks like spinal hardware.

From the surgery
for spinal mets.

- But you said his cancer was...
- Eight years ago.

Raja, that rod sticking
out of your neck...

how long has that been there?
Yeah, I need two milligrams

of IV lorazepam and get
me an intubation kit now.

Tell CT to get ready.

Coming in for a head scan.

You know, I'm still game
to go back to your office.

This is no place to discuss
data. It's pretty loud,

and, well, it's
full of sick people.

We're not talking data now.

You nearly passed
out, so Dr. Feldman

and I are gonna find out why.

I'm sure Dr. Feldman

has a lot better things to do.

Marko, you said you wanted
me to study you, right?

- Let me study you.
- Looks like your EKG is normal.

We're waiting on
some lab results,

and we'll see what they tell us.

- Okay.
- All right. Back in a sec.

Thank you.

No way that man is 70.

He has an anti-aging regimen

he thinks is the
path to eternal life.

So, what's his secret?

Well...

- knock yourself out.
- Whoa.

You know, it's being studied
all over Silicon Valley.

Every tech entrepreneur
wants to figure out

how to live forever,
and I cannot blame them.

I think he collapsed
on our stairway

while claiming to have the
answer to eternal life.

He needs to face the truth.

We all age. We all
die. We can't stop it.

But we can try.

I'll see about those
labs. You enjoy.

Yeah, thanks.

I would love to hold you both,

but that is
physically impossible.

You get that, right, guys?

Okay, please just go to
sleep. You'll feel better.

Hey. Just checking in.

- How are the little fellas doing?
- Oh, um...

Good. Yeah, they're-they're
falling asleep now.

Ah, they like those bassinets,

don't they? I knew that
was a good purchase.

Yeah. Loving them.

Um, listen, I got to go.

Diapers need changing.

But thanks for
checking in. Okay, bye.

Wait, I don't understand.

He has hardware
sticking out of his neck

and did nothing to get it fixed?

He didn't even mention
it when he was awake,

and now that he's intubated,
I can't ask him about it.

It's not just you
he didn't tell.

Looks like he stopped showing
up to his follow-up scans

and appointments five years ago.

They left message after message.

He never even called them back.

We've all seen cases like this.

The patient who ignores
their breast cancer

till it starts bleeding
through their skin.

Mm-hmm. I took care of a man
with squamous cell cancer

on his scalp that he hid
under a hat for years.

When I first told
Raja he had cancer,

he wanted to do everything
he could to stay positive.

He didn't want to know his
odds. Nothing negative.

And it worked.

His cancer was cured.

It's complicated.

Sometimes you need a

dose of denial to have hope.

This is even worse
than I thought.

See the debris in
the ventricles?

Ventriculitis. No
wonder he seized.

Bacteria must have
tracked from his skin,

via the rod, to his brain.

You'll need to make
sure his antibiotics

- cross the blood-brain barrier.
- We'll take him to the OR

to remove the rod, or
antibiotics won't be enough.

Damn it, I already see
signs of hydrocephalus.

I'll have to intervene on
that before anything else.

That's what will kill him.

So we get him back to the ICU.

And I'll place an EVD

in his ventricles at the
bedside to help drain the pus

and relieve the brain
swelling. If that's not enough,

then I'll have to take
him to the OR for an open

craniotomy and a washout.

I told Raja I'd get
him out of this.

That he'd be okay.

I'll do everything I can.

Marko, what's going on?

Something's not right.

I can't catch my breath.

My body hurts all over. Ooh...

- His lungs are clear.
- And his sats are fine.

He's just breathing 40
times a minute. Marko,

- try to take long, slow breaths.
- Okay.

Let's get a blood gas.

Hold on. His labs just
came in. This explains it.

His lactic acid is sky-high.

- Ischemic bowel or a perf?
- Unlikely.

His belly exam is soft,

but his blood
pressure is stable.

Infection then, or
alcoholic ketoacidosis.

Alcohol?

And degrade my body's ability
to fight off infection?

Ruin my liver? I do
not drink alcohol.

Okay, so no alcohol, but
let's get more fluids running.

Pan-culture, start
broad-spectrum antibiotics

- to be safe.
- And a tox screen. It could be

- an ingestion.
- Hmm.

Marko, are you a diabetic?

Alcohol, diabetes. Are
you guys insulting me?

Sorry, but are you on the
diabetes medication metformin?

Well, of course, and
you guys should be, too.

That stuff is a miracle drug.

That miracle drug could be
what's making you so sick.

Metformin can cause a dangerous
build-up of lactic acid.

You guys can fix it, right?

We should be able to, but
we're gonna have to admit you

to the ICU and start
you on dialysis.

Hey. Your shift's over, right?

Any plans for the day?

Once Jessica's done, definitely.

Till then, waiting for her,

charting, searching the
call room for bedbugs.

Sounds like a blast.
Well, if you get bored,

you're welcome to join me and
our very mortal patient instead.

Interesting. I would,

but I've already promised
Jessica I'd go rock climbing.

All right, see you.

All right, bye.

Won't know how bad
this ventriculitis is

until I'm in there.

I remember the last
time I saw Raja here.

Nic took care of him.

Threw him a birthday party.

I remember her
talking about that.

Threading the catheter.

Conrad...

I'll have to put another drain
in the left frontal horn.

He is gonna be a lucky
man if he gets out of this

without any major
neurologic deficits.

If he just would've told anyone.

Maybe he was afraid it was the
cancer, and he couldn't face it.

It seems crazy.

But we all cover up things
we don't want to see.

The longer we look away,

the harder it gets to see
what's right before our eyes.

What is on your mind?

Uh, I can't say I'm unfamiliar

with denial.

None of us are.

What have you denied?

Fair amount.

First drain is in.

Looks like a massive
upper GI bleed.

We'll need central access.
We need norepinephrine,

- and call the blood bank!
- Why is this happening?

Ventriculitis shouldn't
cause a GI hemorrhage.

No, it shouldn't.

- Unless...
- What are you thinking?

Rod tore through the skin.

The infection ate away at
the bones in his c-spine

and allowed the
rod to come loose.

Could cause any amount of
damage to his muscle, vessels...

It could've pushed
through his esophagus,

causing him to bleed.

Which could kill him even
faster than any brain infection.

And then he developed
a huge GI bleed,

so we did an upper endoscopy
in the ICU. Take a look.

The rod penetrated
the man's esophagus?

It did, which explains
why he vomited initially.

The more we unearth, the more
devastating this becomes.

Question is,

can you operate and save him?

You realize what that surgery

would entail, right?

Man, I'd have to open his neck,

reconstruct his esophagus with
a muscle flap from his pec.

That's if I can remove the rod.

As far as the spine...

Billie will take
that one with Voss.

It's a Hail Mary, man,
but this is what we do,

isn't it? We take on
surgeries that can't be done,

then convince ourselves
we can accomplish

the impossible.

All right, clearly he
can't give consent himself.

Now, you know him, do you
think he would even agree

to a surgery this dangerous?

I thought I knew him,
but I don't know this guy

who put a Band-Aid over a
rod sticking out of his neck.

- Any family on the way?
- Yeah.

Fiancée. I'll talk to her.

All right, if she
gives her consent,

then tell Billie
to book us an OR.

Get that air out, little
guy. You'll feel better.

You have to 'cause I don't
really have a backup plan here.

Come on.

Great.

See? Something's working.

Now you feel...

like crying.

Always crying.

Hey, Padma, did you try to call?

Did I?

Baby butt dial. Sorry.

Oh, wait, no, no, since I
have you, how are things?

Aw, I hear the little guys
showing off their lungs.

Good, good.

Yeah, they are little
show-offs, aren't they?

You know, I was thinking
about you three today

in my wellness yoga. Sara's
not as motivating as you,

but it still feels nice.

Yoga? Nice.

And you know what?

What?

When I was lying in Savasana,

I found myself thinking
about your dream

of being a mother,
no matter what.

How you didn't let
anything stop you.

You wanted it and
you made it happen.

All thanks to you,
Leela. I love you.

Now go save lives.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Hi.

- Mwah. Hi.
- How was your shift?

The usual.

Fighting the entropy
that is our broken system

- while trying not to get sued.
- Mm.

There was one interesting case,

- and Hundley brought muffins.
- Hmm.

Ready to flee?

I have bad news.

- No. Why?
- I can't.

Nathan called out.

- Oh.
- So I have to stay,

but you should still go
rock climbing without me.

- Yeah.
- Which really is a wise move anyway

since I primarily
stay earthbound

and I just watch you,
praying that you don't fall

and shatter every
bone in your body.

I never fall. I mean, fall-fall.

Everyone does eventually.

I mean, we're not old, but
we're not young either.

I'm just saying, if you didn't
fall, you wouldn't bounce.

- Ha!
- Just keep in mind

the consequences,
okay? And be careful.

Okay. I think I might
just stick around.

Really? 'Cause I could
be several hours.

There's this case
I'm curious about.

Could shed some light on how
to be able to climb rock walls

like a young mountain
goat for years to come.

He told me he wore
that bandage to keep

his surgical scar clean.

He wore it the entire
time we were together.

Two years.

You must think I'm so stupid.

No.

Raja's got us all
thinking about denial.

Mm-hmm. My own fiancé.

I knew how much he hated
talking about hard things.

I asked him once
about his cancer

and whether he still needed
to see doctors regularly,

and he told me no,

he was all better.

What do I know? I believed him.

This isn't your fault.

What matters is what we do next.

Raja can't speak
for himself anymore,

and he designated you to
make his medical decisions.

Wow, uh, okay.

- Tell me.
- He's gonna need surgery.

The rod that
stabilized his spine

pushed through his esophagus, so

our thoracic surgeon
will need to work

with our spine
surgeon to remove it.

And if you're successful,
he'll be okay?

The surgery's dangerous.

Life-threatening.

And if he lives,

he will not be the same.

There's a chance he might not
be able to eat again or...

talk again

or breathe on his own.

And the infection in his brain

might mean that he has
trouble with his thinking

or walking.

I'm so sorry.

Because of a...

a-a bandage he-he
wouldn't remove?

I'm afraid so.

He's a brilliant man.

I fell in love with his mind.

I-I'd never met anyone with
a better bookshelf than mine.

But to not eat

or talk

or think...

is that living?

Those are all
possible consequences,

not guaranteed.

But without the
surgery he will die.

Is he awake?

- Can I talk to him?
- No.

He's sedated and intubated.

What can I do to help
you make this decision?

I'd like to see him.

Pravesh, your immortal
patient's in trouble.

Get over here.

I need resveratrol.

I have the telomeres
of a 50-year-old.

Get him an oxygen
mask. He's hypoxic.

And I'll keep him from
pulling out his dialysis line.

- You still here?
- I just can't quit you.

Jessica's in another surgery,
and I want to live forever.

We're just trying to
keep Marko from dying.

His labs came back.
Lactate is coming down.

So, dialysis is
clearing the metformin.

But now he can't breathe

and he's febrile. Temp 103.

Which means the
metformin toxicity

was actually masking
another problem.

And we don't know the extent
of what he was taking.

There could be any number of
drug-drug interactions with this man.

Wait.

The briefcase full of papers

that he keeps talking about.

We have to look through it.

The answer's got to be in there.

Tell me.

Are we headed to the OR?

Abigail's deciding. She
needed a little time.

She's reeling. Raja
wore that bandage

for at least two years,
their entire relationship,

and she never looked under it.

I can't imagine being
in her position.

Makes me want to ask
everybody everything...

even if I'm afraid
of the answer.

Me, too.

Please do the surgery.

I know the odds are
long, but we'll take

whatever chance.

I think that's the
choice Raja would make.

Just do your best for him, okay?

Of course.

Ms. Devi? Ms. Devi?

Are you still there?

Wow, I, um,

I forgot I was on hold.
Dr. Petrosian, sorry to bother.

I just... I had one
question about the babies.

Of course. Go ahead.

Things were okay
at first, but...

they won't stop
crying, and I mean...

all day long.

Something must be wrong.

Babies cry, Padma.

No, but...

sometimes I think that
they're gonna pass out

because they're crying so hard
that they're not breathing.

They won't pass out, and if
they do, they'll breathe again.

Just hold them as
much as you can.

Lots of skin-to-skin contact.

There's two of them.

I can't...

I can't hold them both all
day long when they scream.

This is hard, do you understand?

I do. Moms worry, that's normal.

And crying for babies
is also normal.

Are you sure I shouldn't

just bring them in
for a little while?

No need. Now, do you
want me to transfer you

to our receptionist, confirm
your next appointment?

Hey.

Getting into anything good?

Uh, an esophageal
reconstruction.

It's interesting, complex,

but not good, not by any
stretch of the imagination.

You?

Just a lap chole.

Wish I could stay and watch.

Hey, Devi.

Listen, uh, you
talked to your sister?

- Why? What's wrong?
- Nothing.

I was gonna drop
by this afternoon

to see if she
needed any help, but

I got this case, and I won't be

- done till late.
- I was gonna surprise her after lunch,

but...

I don't want her to think I
don't trust her, you know?

Yeah. I mean, she's got to learn

to fly solo at
some point, right?

She wanted this. She chose it.

But did she understand
what she was choosing?

- You're worried?
- Maybe.

A little, but hopeful.

Look, I talked to her,

and she was upbeat,

- on top of it.
- You sure?

Yes.

Great. You know her
better than anyone.

All right.

See you.

Send off another
blood gas, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Has he gotten all the
antibiotics we ordered?

The cefepime is going in.
The vanco just finished.

Any other ideas?

Not yet.

Marko's sats are worsening.

Chest images show
diffuse ground glass.

- I want to bronch him, but...
- He'd have to get intubated.

Please tell me you found
a potential culprit med.

But first, tell me, why
did you stick around?

I'm afraid of death.

You?

Seriously?

You see it all the time.

Every day, somebody
dies in our ER.

And when it happens,
I walk away.

Another team comes in, cleans
the body, zips up the bag.

One moment, a person is there,

and the next, there's just...

dead flesh.

Empty eyes. Heavy limbs.

Absence.

When I almost lost Jessica,
that's when it got personal.

I realized it will happen to us.

Could happen at any time.

And it scares the
hell out of me.

Dying.

Jessica dying.

My parents or our
family cat dying.

It's inevitable.

Irrational, but there it is.

So, you don't think
this guy is nuts?

Oh, obviously.

He's discounted the fact

that a piano could
fall on his head.

Accidents can happen,
even if you stop

- the ticking clock.
- But stopping the clock...

- Slowing it down...
- is appealing, I get it.

And reading these papers,
I've learned a few things.

Who knew Dairy Queen could
help you live forever?

- Hmm?
- Okay, now you lost me.

DQ.

It's all over the notes
for his protocols.

DQ isn't Dairy Queen. It's
a combination of two meds

that help your body
get rid of old cells.

I want to get rid of my
old cells. What's in it?

Well...

It looks like the
Q is quercetin,

another antioxidant
found in plants.

All right, cross that
one off, and the D?

Dasatinib, that's chemo.

Marko's been taking
chemo? He is nuts.

But wait, if he's
taking dasatinib,

then he has a compromised
immune system.

And we have a whole
new differential.

Marko.

Hey, Marko.

Do you take the
chemo drug dasatinib?

Yeah, yeah, I take it every day.

Great vessels mobilized.

Spinal rod visualized.

Damage is extensive.

Manipulation could cause
injury to the spinal cord.

That's why you
two are here, Kit.

Hold retraction steady.

I'll begin working
on the hardware.

It was finally
quiet in the unit.

I wanted to see how you
were doing with all of this.

Raja was my biggest
win of intern year.

We saved his life. Now...

he'll never be the same again,

if he even gets out of this OR.

And it was all avoidable.

I can't pretend to know what
was going on in his head,

but... I can imagine.

Tell me.

The cancer was a trauma.

He wanted to leave it behind,

believe he was all better.

Couldn't tolerate
knowing if he wasn't.

Okay, yeah, but...

look at the consequences.

I looked away many
times with my dad.

For years, there were signs
that something was wrong,

that he was altered,

but I'd excuse it.

I'd say it was pressure

or stress or fatigue.

But then, I realized,

the next time I looked away,

he could OD and die.

So, you started watching
him like a hawk.

Yeah.

But this last time, I was wrong.

He wasn't using, the
drug test proved it.

And I... I overreacted.

It happens to everyone
who loves an addict.

Nic had the same issue with
her sister, her father.

She spent her whole life
trying to save them.

In Al-Anon, they say let go.

Let them take the consequences.

Mm-hmm.

But, sometimes, those
consequences are death.

How can a family not
try to prevent that?

I think that whatever
happens with Ian,

it is out of your control.

He's a grown man.

Maybe the same thing
is true with Raja.

Once he left the hospital,

it was out of your control.

You did everything
you could, Conrad.

Thank you.

BP's spiking. Heart
rate's slowing.

He could be herniating.

Check his pupils.

Pupils unequal.

The EVD. Nothing's coming out.

- Must be an obstruction.
- The ventriculitis.

The pus must've
clotted off the drain.

- I'll have to relieve the pressure.
- Tell me what you need.

Craniotome to me.

He's going into V-fib.

I feel a pulse,
but it's thready.

He's coding.

Almost done.

- I'll start compressions.
- Get the pads on him.

Clear!

Well, I was taking chemo,

but in-in such low doses

to clear dead cells,

you know, to extend my
life, not to threaten it.

- It was a perfect storm.
- Your strict diet

and exercise left
you dehydrated,

which allowed for the
metformin to build up

- in your bloodstream.
- That damaged your kidneys

and caused the lactic
acidosis, and that's

what made you so short of
breath when doing push-ups.

And once your
kidneys were injured,

they couldn't metabolize
the chemo fast enough,

so it accumulated, and you
couldn't fight infection.

Which is how you
got this pneumonia.

But-but I'll be okay, right?

It'll take some time, but with
a full course of treatment,

you should be okay.

But you should know, Marko, that

this could've easily killed you.

Well...

I guess we know what
this means, right?

No one lives forever.

No.

No, I meant that I should
not be doing this by myself.

I totally messed this up.

I should be doing this under
a doctor's supervision,

- and now I have two.
- Yes, but...

No, no, no, no. You guys

looked at the science, right?

You saw my protocols,
the regimen,

you looked at the
underlying data,

you had to, in order
to see what I took

- to see what happened to me, right?
- We did, but...

So, please, Doc, help me

study how to slow down aging.

A clinical trial.

I will completely fund it.

I would have to think
about that some more.

I understand.

What if anti-aging

wasn't the only research
I was willing to fund?

I mean, you must have other
studies that need money, right?

Doc, I...

I don't want to
just live forever.

I want my life to have meaning.

- Me, too.
- Eh.

I just want to live forever.

- Hey, you.
- Hey, you.

I thought you would've
gone home by now.

Yeah, I would've thought so,
too, but there was this case

I have to tell you about it.
I actually wanted to stay

and help solve it.

I've never heard
you say that before.

I know. I even followed
him up to the ICU

and saved his life,
if I do say so myself.

He might even remember my name.

It's possible.

Well, how serious is this?

Are you considering becoming
some kind of internist?

Earlier today, I wondered...

but I like my life as it is.

I just want more of it.

How about another
hundred years with you?

Okay, that sounds great.

I'll explain it all
on the drive home.

Ooh, stop for some DQ

- on the way?
- Mm-hmm. Sure.

I have a craving.

I'm so sorry.

I'll never get used to this.

That's one of the many
ways that you are special.

Dr. Voss.

You look awfully happy.

Get this, my patient from today

may be writing us a
check with a whole lot

of zeroes to fund
some new research.

I like the sound of
that. What's the story?

His name is Marko Zytylny, and
he first came to me with a pitch

about longevity

and anti-aging science...

Oh, Devon, please don't
go selling our reputation

to some zillionaire with
delusions of immortality.

I'm not, and it-it's not all
snake oil and chemical peels.

Besides, if we didn't
explore the fringes,

we never would've
discovered antibiotics,

evolution, or handwashing.

Anyway, Marko is willing
to fund more than one area

of our research.
Dr. Voss, we're talking

cancer, MS,

we name it.

Well, now that does
sound interesting.

What do we have to
do to make this real?

Hello, beautiful.

I didn't think you
were coming home

- until tomorrow.
- Well, it was either

one flight tomorrow
or two flights today.

I just couldn't wait to see you.

Wow.

That smells good.

You look great.

Well, I feel great.
There's no pain.

No flare-ups. It's just like...

I'm a new man.

And so ready to get back to you

and my OR. Okay, so...

just tell me every
little thing I missed.

Oh, Devon and I are
hot on the trail

of a major research grant.

You are such a rock star.

It's good news, but it
doesn't solve the fact

that the governor's
cutting our funding.

Well, it's lucky I'm
in fighting shape.

You do look healthy.

You'd tell me if you
weren't, right? If...

if there's something
I should ask?

Not at all. I'm good.

I-I really am.

Where is this coming from?

Rough case.

I know what will make me smile.

Showing you photos of
the exquisite venue

I booked for us, where,
in a few short weeks,

I will marry the
man of my dreams.

Can I get an invitation?

I am so unbelievably
happy you're home.

So, I was thinking we should try
that new Brazilian restaurant.

Sure.

Hey, are you sure you're
okay not having kids?

- Um, what?
- Look at this.

They're little miracles.

How can I deny you that?

Are we seriously
doing this right now?

I just don't want
you to resent me.

Well, are you
changing your mind?

No.

I don't know.

I always thought
I'd be a father,

but helping out for two
weeks with those newborns

and Padma while she recovered?

It wasn't all roses.

I mean, it was sort
of a reality check.

I mean, it's nice, you know,
being the auntie and uncle.

Those babies are cute and all,

but you know what
else is so cute?

Hmm?

The patio at that
Brazilian restaurant.

Come on.

Hey.

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