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- I want another doctor. You're done working on my son.

- Carmen and I started a thing, then we broke up.

- Then he got her on the rebound, right?

- There's more to it.

- Stay away from my family.

- We're getting hammered by the press.

Donors are fleeing.

Doctors are getting poached by other hospitals.

- Why are you here, Mr. Shentu?

- Reputational management.

- I'm not opposed to you

wearing your heart on your sleeve.

But you and I are strongest when we work together.

- I like you too.

- You okay?

- It's paperwork for my divorce.

- Didn't know you were married. - It's over.

He's just dragging it out.

- I need an MRI.

- It'll set him back months.

You should never have allowed Ethan

to push himself like that.

If they can't say when, you're supposed to.

♪

See you tomorrow. - Ethan.

- Daniel. What are you doing here?

- I know. Me in a gym, crazy right?

Buddy, been meaning to give you a call.

I heard the last surgery was a big success.

- Yeah.

Doctor says I should be able to return to work

in six to eight weeks.

- You wanna grab some breakfast or something?

I--I got the day off. - Yeah.

Let's do it.

Uh, one sec.

It's my dad.

Hello? Mm, okay.

Yeah.

All right.

- How's Pop?

- Uh, it wasn't him, actually.

I guess he got an in-home nurse, Felicia.

She's concerned that...

I didn't even know he was sick.

- Huh.

- Yeah. I need to go see him.

- But you're not cleared to drive yet though, are you?

- No, no. I'll just order a car.

- Let me give you a ride. - No, no, no.

You don't have to do that. - Buddy.

You'd be doing me a big favor, okay?

I was gonna be paying bills all day.

Five minutes, let me jump in the shower.

- Thanks.

- I thought all this was finalized.

No, I don't want to speak to my husband directly.

That's why I hired a lawyer.

Listen, I'm at work.

I'm gonna have to call you back later, okay?

Okay.

- Guess that was, uh, about your divorce?

- We already agreed that Andrew would keep the house

in Grosse Point.

Now, suddenly, he wants to sell it

and give me half the proceeds.

- That's a good thing, right?

- No, he's up to something.

He's trying to lure me in. It's a control thing.

Sorry, this must be so boring.

- No, it's fascinating. I'm riveted.

- Sure. What's in the bag?

- My suit.

Remember, we're going to the gala tonight?

- Yes, of course.

- But, uh, if you've got too much on your plate--

- No.

We're gonna do this.

- Excuse me, Dr. Hammer?

Treatment room five. - Okay.

Let's firm all this up later, okay?

- Yeah.

- Lisa Backman, 37 years old, 34 weeks pregnant.

Vitals all stable.

- Collapsed on the floor and lost consciousness

for 30 seconds. Husband called 911.

He was right behind us. - Thanks.

- Hi, Lisa, I'm Dr. Hammer.

How you feeling? - Fine.

I just got a little lightheaded.

It's not a big deal.

- Let's take a quick look, okay?

Let's get the ultrasound.

- Do we really need to do that?

- We just want to make sure

that everything looks okay in there.

I mean, you're here already, right?

- I just want to get out as fast as possible.

- I understand.

- Hi, Lisa, your husband's here.

- Is she okay?

- I told you already, I'm fine, Jonah.

This is a complete waste of time.

- Well, the placenta appears normal,

which is a good sign.

But your baby's breech.

You might be having it sooner than you think.

- See? I told you something was going on.

- Has she told you yet that she's anemic?

- No, but good to know.

Okay, let's get a CBC, PTT, a KB,

and a fingerstick for blood glucose.

- I--I don't need all of that.

- They're just lab tests to make sure that you're okay.

- Yeah, if you give me the name of your OB,

I can contact him for you if you like.

- I'm no longer seeing my OB.

- Go ahead, tell them why.

- Okay, don't do this, Jonah. - Fine. I'll tell them.

Because her OB had the audacity to suggest

that Lisa get vaccinated, but she didn't want to.

- Enough, okay?

That's my decision as a mother to make.

No one else's.

And I don't appreciate you trying to recruit

more soldiers to your cause.

I feel isolated enough already.

- This has been going on for months.

- Okay, stop! What is she doing?

- She's drawing some blood. - No.

I--I just wanna go back home and get ready

for the home birth with my doula as planned.

- Hey, Lisa, you know, anemia can greatly increase the risk

of adverse events during delivery.

- I know that already.

We can manage.

- Damn it, Lisa, stop messing around with our baby's health.

Listen to the doctors.

- It's really best to be sure.

- Fine.

Run your test. - Oh, good.

You're finally listening to medical advice.

- I've had it. I want you out of here.

- This is my baby too.

- I said get out.

Do I need to have you call security?

- Why don't you come with me?

There's a waiting area right outside.

- Thank you.

♪

- Here's hoping we avoid any hiccups with this surgery.

Dry cleaner closes at 6:00, and they got my dress.

- Oh, I take it that means

you're going to the fundraising gala tonight?

- Oh, I have received many enthusiastic emails

from Dr. Shentu suggesting that my attendance is--

thank you--mandatory.

- Well, it makes sense.

The hospital wants to parade around its stars.

- I'm not complaining.

It's actually kind of refreshing

to get out every now and again. - Good.

Well, why don't you meet up with me before hand?

Let me buy you a drink.

- Oh, um...

Can't imagine I'll find the time.

Today's the day, Dorothy.

How you feeling?

- Ooh, ready to meet my new liver.

Chad and I couldn't get here fast enough when you called.

- Mom and I are pretty stoked.

- Yeah, well, after all the time you've been waiting,

I believe it.

Your labs are showing that your blood sugar's at 240.

- Mm, it's always a roller coaster with my diabetes.

- Yes, but your white blood cell count

is also elevated to 18,000.

Numbers like this usually indicate that your body

is fighting some sort of infection.

Have you been feeling worse than normal?

- It's hard to know what normal is anymore.

I been feeling so crummy this last year.

- Dorothy, you mind if I examine you?

- Sure. - Okay.

You feeling cold? - No more than usual.

- Do you mind if I remove the jacket?

Ooh.

- I was trying to warm my feet by the radiator

the other night, and I guess I got too close.

- Uh-huh.

- Didn't even feel it for some reason.

- That's the neuropathy from the diabetes.

- Let's have a look.

- Yeah, burned yourself pretty bad there.

It's definitely infected.

- Okay, we are gonna need IV antibiotics for that.

So excuse us while we go flag down a nurse.

- Yeah, let's leave this open for air.

Keep it off, okay?

- Okay.

- What do you think?

- We can't give her steroids

or put her on immunosuppressants

with an infection like that.

- There's no way, right?

- Feel terrible for her.

- So what do you wanna do now--

- Is this gonna be a problem?

- Unfortunately, your mother's infection

presents potential complications for her surgery.

So we're gonna have to postpone it for a later date.

- What about the liver?

- It'll go to another recipient.

♪

That's not fair.

- I understand your disappointment.

But trying to transplant a liver

when your mother has an infection

is just too dangerous.

- My mom's been waiting for this liver

for almost a year now.

We'll take the risk.

- Unfortunately, I'm obligated to ensure

that the organ is transplanted

under the most optimal conditions possible.

- That's your concern?

The liver, not my mom?

- Of course I'm concerned for your mother.

But as you well know,

these livers are in short supply.

- Stop. Here's how this is gonna go.

You're gonna go back in there

and you're gonna prep my mom for surgery--

- Whoa, walk away.

Walk away.

Or I call security and have you removed from the hospital.

♪

You okay?

- Can you please go find me a nurse?

- Dr. Shentu. - Ms. Goodwin.

Glad I caught you. Um.

How's your speech for tonight's gala coming along?

- Fine.

- Okay, I'm asking all of tonight's speakers

for a copy of their speech.

Just so I can ensure they stay on-message.

- And what message is that?

- Reflecting the hospital in a positive light.

Some donors are still shaken up

in the wake of the, uh, FBI investigation.

- Well, don't you worry about me.

It's not my first rodeo.

- Okay. I guess I'll be surprised.

- Sharon, there's an issue in the ED you need to be aware of.

- Okay.

- This is from who?

- From the lawyer representing Jonah Backman

demanding that his client retain

all decision-making rights for his wife Lisa

and their presently unborn baby,

citing, now, and I quote,

"Her inability to comprehend comparative risk

"and her wanton disregard for the health

of her unborn child."

- Let me see that.

- What's the status of the patient?

- Stable.

- Well, this is clearly an overstep.

Lisa might be distrustful of doctors,

but she obviously has capacity.

I'm not gonna disregard my patient's wishes.

- We're not asking you to.

- Yeah, unless a judge issues a stay,

the hospital's gonna continue to honor

Lisa's personal autonomy.

- Mr. Backman will be kept away from his wife

unless she says otherwise.

I'll have security assign a dedicated guard

just to make sure.

- Thank you, Ms. Goodwin.

- Dr. Scott.

- Uh, hey, D-man. What's up? I heard you were here.

I just wanted to see how you were feeling.

- Well, he's doing much better.

But we're good here.

- I asked him to stop by, Terrell.

- Good to see you... Dr. Scott.

- You okay?

Huh? Having trouble breathing?

- Hey, let me, uh, talk to you for a second.

- We'll be right back, sweetie, okay?

Hold on.

- Uh, I thought I told you to stay away from my family?

- It's okay, Terrell.

- Look, man, uh,

I'm just trying to help.

- Then leave.

♪

- When I tried to wake your father up this morning,

he was difficult to rouse.

I thought he might have had a stroke.

- Was he slurring his speech?

Does he have any motor deficits?

- He had a little facial droop, but it's better now.

Tried to convince him to see a doctor,

but he refused. - Yeah.

- He was, um, very upset

when I told him I called you. - Hey, no.

You did the right thing, Felicia, thank you.

- Your dad served in Vietnam?

- Yeah, Seventh Fleet. Lieutenant commander.

- Joon-Kung Choi?

- He goes by Patrick now.

- Thought I heard a familiar voice.

- Hey, Dad. - Hey, son.

What, you thought you needed backup

to deal with your old man?

- This is my friend, Dr. Charles.

- Dan. Nice to meet you.

- If you came here to give him a second opinion,

wasted a trip. I don't need a doctor.

Never mind two.

- I'm just a chauffeur today. - Mm.

Well, Felicia here jumped the gun.

- I'm sorry, Patrick.

- Well, we're here now.

Might as well take a look at you.

You look like you lost some weight.

- Still in fighting shape, thank you very much.

Go on.

Pop me and see.

Come on.

- How about we just start with your eyes?

Take a seat, Pops.

So, uh...

Felicia tells me you're on some anticonvulsant.

What's that for?

- I just take whatever the doc at Kenosha prescribes me.

I don't ask questions.

- You brought in a nurse for a reason.

- Maybe I got tired of the sound of my own voice.

- Right. Squeeze my fingers.

Harder.

Is that as hard as you can?

- At least I can still walk around without a cane.

Mm?

In case you're, uh, thinking of going a round or two, eh?

- Just humor me.

Let me take you to the hospital,

run a couple tests.

- Why? I'm fine.

Now, watch me go to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich.

Can I get one for you too, Daniel?

- You know what?

I am in fact feeling a little peckish, thank you.

♪

- Did you go see Darius?

And how is he?

- Ah, he's a tough kid. I think he'll be all right.

- Yeah?

- Ah, Carmen.

- Hey, uh, Terrell just took Darius to the car,

and I had to finish some paperwork,

and I wanted to swing by, say thank you.

- Yeah, well, uh,

you know, if you ever need anything

you can call me any time.

- I don't know how well that will go over with Terrell.

And I'm sorry about the way he's been acting.

- Yeah, well, he's still mad at me for that arrest.

- I know. But it wasn't your fault.

He shouldn't have been hanging with those guys.

- Yeah.

Carmen, um...

I didn't do right by you either.

- I--I should go.

- Your hemoglobin is lower than we'd like,

- So I'm still anemic? - Yes.

We're also seeing a concerning tracing

on the fetal monitor.

- Your baby's heartrate is dipping intermittently.

- We suspect there's been a subclinical abruption

meaning that your placenta is separating.

- But you told me it looked normal.

- The transabdominal ultrasound can't always pick things up

to that detail.

- Dr. Patchefsky from obstetrics

is recommending an urgent C-section.

- No, I wanna deliver her naturally.

- Lisa, a vaginal delivery would be very dangerous

for both you and the baby.

And the risk of hemorrhage is high.

- Extra problematic because of your anemia.

- Even if you found an OB willing to try,

you would need blood during or after.

- Perhaps you'd like to discuss options with your husband?

- No, he stays outside.

Tell me something, if--

if I needed a transfusion, could you guarantee

that the donor was unvaccinated?

- I'm pretty sure the hospital doesn't screen donors

for that criterium, so no.

- Well, you should.

That spike protein that the vaccine

makes your body produce is a toxin.

- You do realize if you go into labor,

it will be very precarious for you to refuse

a blood transfusion.

- I don't care.

No way I'm going to allow that poison

to be put in my or my baby's bloodstream.

- Lisa.

You could die.

- Yeah. Keep up with the scare tactics.

Like all you doctors have since the beginning of this pandemic.

You know what? Where's my phone?

I wanna speak with my doula.

- Still think she should be making her own decisions?

♪

- Sorry about Dad's tuna fish.

Kimchi's an acquired taste.

- Are you kidding me? It was worth the whole trip.

- He's so damn stubborn.

He's feeling worse than he's letting on, I know it.

- Look, still, I think it's great that you came up.

Really.

Spend a little quality time.

- Sincerely doubt that.

- Ethan, quick!

♪

- Dad?

Dad!

Hey, Dad, can you hear me?

Hey, talk to me. Talk to me.

- Calling an ambulance.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Everything okay with Carmen?

- Yeah, we were just saying hi.

- That's it?

I saw a look. - What look?

- Don't play with me, Dylan.

What's the deal?

- Uh, Carmen and I used to go together back in the day,

but got a little messy.

- I was a young cop, you know?

Wearing that uniform, you get a lot of interest

from the ladies.

It wasn't my finest hour.

- So you cheated on her.

- Grown a lot since then.

You know?

- And what about the look?

- Mags, it--it was nothing.

I mean, so much has changed since then.

She's with Terrell. They have a kid.

Ancient history.

- Mr. Abbott?

- Dr. Marcell. - Hey.

Boy, I'm glad to see you.

- Finally getting that liver, huh?

- Guess I'll see you on the other side.

- You bet. See you there.

- So I just saw Henry Abbott.

- Yeah, he was the next name down on the transplant list.

- Uh-huh.

- Same blood type as the donor liver.

- Great.

When were you planning on telling me?

- Actually, I thought it was a good opportunity

for another surgeon to get some experience.

- Oh, another surgeon?

- But you're more than welcome to watch

from the observation booth if you like.

- Uh-huh.

♪

You're mad at me, aren't you?

For what happened this morning.

- I'm not mad at you.

- Something's up.

- Okay, well, since you mentioned it...

I can fight my own battles.

And I can buy my own drinks.

♪

- Mr. Backman?

- Finally, some information. How's my wife doing?

- I'm sorry, legally, I can't disclose any information

about Lisa's condition.

But I wanted to ask, are you a viable blood donor

for your wife?

- We're the same type, but I'm vaccinated.

So, no.

- I see.

- Does she need blood?

- I'm sorry. I can't.

- This is our baby. I--

I just wanna help Lisa, but I can't get through to her.

I--that's why I went to the lawyer.

I didn't know what else to do.

- Pregnancy can bring out a lot of stress

in expectant mothers.

I bet things will get better once your baby's born.

- I hope you're right.

- Ah!

- Dr. Hammer. -

- What's going on?

- Fetal heartrate's dipping again.

Lisa, we are out of options, okay?

You need a C-section right now.

- No! - Lisa.

We need your consent.

- Fine. Do it.

But remember what I said about the blood.

- We will inform OB.

Let's get her to L and D.

- Tubes in.

Okay to...

- You okay, Marty?

- Marty. Marty! Hey, doc--

hey, what--hey!

Pamela!

No, no, no, no! Don't come in!

♪

- So what's the plan here? - Evacuate this whole floor.

- Gonna need you two to vacate the area.

- No, I'm not going anywhere until we help

Dr. Blake and her team.

Talk to me, Capp, what are you thinking?

- Look, if there's sarin gas in that room

and this is some kind of terrorist attack,

opening that door will put everyone out here at risk.

- Look, I get the OR's positive pressurized,

there's risk involved in opening that door,

but somebody's gotta go in there and get them out, man.

- You guys have any more of those suits?

- Come on, I mean, we're on a ticking clock here, guys.

- We're talking to an engineer about shutting down

the ventilation system.

Once that happens, the halls are cleared,

and we're suited up, we'll go inside.

- That'll take too long.

They could die by then. - We have no choice.

- Hey, hey, hey! - Bedard, are you all right?

- Hey, watch out. Move. Move, move, move, move.

Hey, hey.

Easy, buddy. Hold your breath.

- Let's move him down to the ED.

- It's the masks.

Hey, hey!

Dr. Marcel.

- She's got a pulse. Check the others.

- All right, I'll check this one over here.

- Hey, Pamela? Pamela, can you hear me?

Hey.

I got you.

Pamela, can you hear me?

Pamela, I got you.

Let's get you upstairs.

- I wish there was more we could do.

- I'd have donated blood myself, but--

- You're vaccinated, yeah.

Me too.

- You seeing this? - Crisis in the OR?

- Marty, can you hear me, buddy?

Marty. Hey, take over for me.

You got it? - Got it.

- How's she doing?

- Pulse is still thready.

Hey, this looks like classic opioid toxicity.

- You think so? - I've seen a lot.

Pinpoint pupils, hypoventilation.

- Hey, you got Narcan?

Get that?

Let's try it.

Here we go.

♪

Hey. Pamela?

It worked.

We need Narcan. Narcan!

- Get us Narcan! - Let's go.

- Hey. Hey. I got you.

- Dylan.

Take her to treatment four.

- Thanks. More on their way.

- Goodwin just activated the internal disaster plan.

What's going on up there?

- We're not certain.

But it appears that Dr. Blake's entire transplant team

has been poisoned. - What?

Is everyone okay?

- I don't know. But nobody's dead.

- Carmen's back.

- Help, Dylan. - What happened?

- His breathing's getting worse.

- - D-man, can you talk to me?

- It's cold. - Oh, God.

- All right, let's go to trauma four.

Come with me. Come on. - What do I do?

What do I do? All right.

Okay. - Stay right here.

Get on the bed, sweetie. - Careful.

- Let's take you up.

- Mommy's here.

- 102.

Acetaminophen? - Yeah.

His lungs sound junky.

- I need an x-ray in here.

- Why is this happening? The chemo?

- Not sure.

- What do you mean?

Okay.

Don't be scared, okay?

- Everyone stay back.

- Infiltrates in the lungs. He's got pneumonia.

Let's get a mask on him. - Oh, my God.

- Hey, D-man. You with me?

Maggie's gonna put a face-breathing mask

over your nose and your mouth, okay?

It's gonna help you out for now.

- Okay, honey. Okay.

- Let's get a CBC, CMP, UA,

blood and sputum cultures, all right?

Where's Terrell?

- He's at a job interview.

I gotta call him.

He's--he's gonna freak out.

♪

- Are you Patrick's son Dr. Choi?

- I am.

- I'm Dr. Jahan from neurosurgery.

I wanted to show you the CT we just did.

You can see a couple of small intraparenchymal bleeds

here and here.

There're probably the result of the fall.

But it's hard to tell because of the increasing size of this.

- Brain tumor.

- Yes.

If you compare it to the scan we took six months ago,

you can see how fast it's grown.

And it also looks like he has Metz to the skull,

the spine, and lungs.

It's a miracle he's still alive, really.

- I'm assuming it's inoperable.

- Well, at this point, yes.

I discussed surgery with your father months ago.

He didn't tell you?

- No.

- I'm sorry, I--

I'm afraid the only thing to offer is palliative care.

- I see.

- I can prescribe some morphine for the pain

and put you in touch with hospice care

if you'd prefer. - Thank you, Dr. Jahan.

Thank you.

♪

- Take him to OR three. I'm behind you.

- A janitor found a wadded up pair of masks

in the men's bathroom trash

as well as a vial of some unknown substance.

We sent it, along with the tampered masks,

to our crime lab. I suspect they're linked.

Hopefully, we'll know something soon.

- Everyone on the surgical team has been resuscitated

and transferred to the ED for further treatment.

- Good. Please let me know when they'll be available

to be interviewed. - Will do.

- Oh, by the way, Henry Abbott remains in stable condition.

I had him moved to another OR for surgery.

- Okay, no, we can't risk doing the transplant.

If that goes south with a criminal investigation

still underway, the hospital could be held negligent.

- And what about Henry Abbott?

- Well, when he wakes up, he'll go right back

to the top of the transplant list.

- Oh.

Not that he hasn't been waiting on that list

for months already.

Plus that liver's got, what?

About four hours till it's no longer usable?

So by all means, you tell me.

- You have my approval to move forward with the transplant

as long as you can assemble a team

that can safely assist you. - Yeah.

- I'm sorry to do this. I really am.

But with Dr. Blake's team down, you're one nurse short.

- No, we aren't.

You didn't count me.

I spent more than a few years working as an OR nurse.

I will circulate for you, Dr. Marcel.

- Yeah? - Absolutely.

- Uh...

Ms. Goodwin, I don't recommend this.

- The clock is ticking.

♪

- The fundus is firm. That's a good sign.

And your bleeding appeared normal.

- It's a good thing you didn't need a transfusion.

- Yeah.

- Well, say hello to your baby girl.

- Oh!

Baby girl.

- Have you named her yet?

- I have an idea, but I'm gonna wait and see

how her father feels about it first.

Who do I need to talk to so Jonah can come see the baby?

- We'll take care of that. - Yeah.

- Thank you. -

- Catch that grunting? - Yeah.

- What--what is it?

- Yeah, I'm just gonna take a quick listen here.

- Okay.

♪

- I am hearing a slight irregularity

in her breathing pattern.

- Is she okay?

- It's probably nothing serious,

but considering she was a bit premature--

- It's best to just take her to the NICU

for some further observation.

- Can--can I come?

- We'll bring you over as soon as she gets situated.

- What--

- Hey, this is very common, Lisa.

Just try and stay calm, okay?

Try not to worry.

♪

- Thanks, Felicia.

So, uh...

Dr. Jahan said you've known about this since last summer.

- What was I gonna say?

There's nothing anyone could do about it.

- Well, I'm a doctor, Dad.

Coulda helped.

- Yeah.

You're a field medic, son.

Not a brain surgeon.

What could you have done?

- Could have at least spent some more time together.

- Ah, come on.

- Listen, Dad, I, uh...

♪

I know it hasn't really been our thing to talk about stuff.

And I'm not putting that on you, I, um...

I could have been more open.

There's just so much between us that goes unsaid.

And, um-- - Yeah.

Okay, I get it.

You know what I'm thinking?

- What's that?

- I forgot to put the snow tires on.

There's a storm coming in. Need to get that done.

- What are you talking about?

- Take my car to the garage on Wilmot.

They should have them on sale.

- Dad, it can wait till tomorrow.

- No, it can't.

I need you to do it now.

- Come on, what are-- what are you doing?

- Damn it, Ethan!

Just--

If you can't help me out here,

what the hell are you doing here?

♪

- Wait, wait, wait, wait. Snow tires?

- Yeah, there's a garage a couple miles from here.

- And that's gotta happen now? - Yeah.

- Well, why don't you let me do it?

- No, no, no, no, he wanted me to.

- Ethan, what does it matter who puts the tires on the car?

Hang out with your dad. - No!

I'm going and that's all there is to it.

Damn it!

- Buddy, at least let me drive you.

- Okay.

Just finished the arterial anastomosis.

- BP's dropping.

- Okay, we'll give him some more blood.

- I'm using all three ports of the triple lumen.

Two for pressors, one for blood.

- Okay.

- But we need a large bore PIV to more rapidly transfuse.

- I'll start a new line.

- Okay, let's kick it into gear.

BP's down to 70. Let's go.

- Just one more second.

- Let me try.

I'm in.

- Very nice.

- Got a 16 gauge in the AC.

- Blood pressure's coming back up.

Okay, heck of a job, team.

All right, let's go.

- His sats have improved. 92%.

- That's good, right?

- Means he's getting the oxygen he needs.

- Thank God.

- I think his weakened immune system

made him more susceptible to the infection.

I'll call his oncologist and bring her up to speed.

Once Terrell gets here,

we'll page her over so you all can discuss

any necessary adjustments

to his chemo regimen moving forward.

- Okay.

- Hang in there.

Both of you.

- Dylan. Dylan, hey. Hey.

That's my baby.

- I know.

- So I need you to take care of him.

- I know.

- You gotta promise me he's-- - It's gonna be okay.

- I can't-- - Okay?

- I can't. - It's gonna be all right.

- I know.

- Told you to stay away from my family, man.

- Terrell, Terrell, come on. No, no, no, no.

- Yo, Terrell, calm down, bro. - Why are you talking to him?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Let go of me! Just let me, really.

- Relax. - Let go of me.

- Relax. - Let me go.

- Relax. - I'm good.

- I'm sorry. - Let's go outside. Come on.

- Come on. - Let's go for a walk.

- Yo. - It's okay.

- Take a breath. Let's go. - Come on, man.

♪

- Carmen-- - I can't.

You okay, honey? Mommy's here.

It's okay. It's okay.

- Well, I'm not hearing anything too concerning.

Her sats are holding up well.

We'll draw some labs, but, overall,

I'd say she's looking good. - Thank you, doctor.

- Lisa asked to see you.

She wants to talk baby names.

- She wants to see me?

You did say everything would be better after the baby came.

Maybe we can get past this after all.

- Hey, what is it? - It's Lisa.

- She's hemorrhaging.

- BP's dropping 70/43 and falling.

- Did you insert a balloon to tamponade the bleed?

- Already did.

All uterotonics and TXA are on board,

but it hasn't stopped the bleeding.

- What's going on?

- We need to get her to the OR now.

- I don't have a pulse.

- PEA on the monitor. Starting compressions.

Someone start bagging.

One of epi.

- Why aren't you taking her to the OR?

- We need her heart beating first.

- Epi's in.

- Any pulse yet? - Nothing.

- Another of epi.

- Why isn't anyone giving her blood?

- We can't.

Your wife forbade it.

- Sats at 80.

- Pulse check. - Nothing.

- - Asystole on the monitor.

We need to call it.

- What?

Do something!

- I'm sorry.

- Lisa.

♪

- Our crime lab determined the substance

in that vial we found, carfentanil,

was sprinkled on the masks in the scrub room.

Traces of the drug were also pulled off

the discarded scrubs.

It all came together when we found security camera footage

of Mr. McCoy moving about the surgical floor in scrubs.

- So he poisoned the masks.

- Yeah, he was pretty thrown when we cancelled

his mom's transplant this morning.

- Eventually, I'll need statements from you both.

- Of course. - Got it.

- Listen, I'm gonna go check on Dr. Blake, okay?

- Dr. Marcel. - Yeah.

- Good job today.

- You too.

I'll see you.

- What am I supposed to do now?

- I'm so sorry.

- You know, Lisa wasn't always like that.

I left home for a month for work,

and when I got back

it was like she was a different person.

- Different how?

- She'd gotten sucked in to that conspiracy stuff.

She was in her own world.

Online all the time. I--

I tried to get through to her, but...

I couldn't, I--

Every time, we just ended up fighting.

- Hey.

You tried.

You can't blame yourself.

- I should've tried harder.

♪

- Hey.

- Hi. - How you feeling?

- Lousy.

- Yeah, I'm sure.

- I hear you've been busy.

- Well, I had big shoes to fill.

- Come in. Keep me company.

- Sure.

- I never should have benched you today.

But it turns out it was a good thing I did.

- Water under the bridge.

- I here they're gonna discharge me soon.

Pretty sure I'm not gonna make it to that gala though.

- Yeah, I'll probably skip it myself.

- Hmm.

Well, in that case, could I ask you to take me home?

- Absolutely.

- Thank you.

♪

- Will, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I'm, uh, not sure I'm in the mood either.

- No, I booked a flight to Detroit tonight.

To go finalize my divorce.

- Okay.

- When I decided I didn't want to be married

to Andrew anymore, I kinda just picked up and moved.

Left my lawyer to clean up after me.

At the time, it felt like that's what I needed to do.

You know, for my own wellbeing.

But looking back, I wasn't exactly fair to him.

He thought we were in it together.

I owe him an explanation.

- Sure.

I get it.

- I'll see you when I get back.

- All right. - Wish me luck.

♪

- You mind taking this?

- Hello?

Okay.

Thanks.

Uh...

Buddy, I am so sorry to have to tell you this, but, um,

your dad just passed away.

- He didn't want me to see him die.

♪

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