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This is a teaching hospital.

I'm not a therapist.

I'm here to make her
into a doctor.

Our job is to nurture,

not to cull the herd.

Said he'd been assaulted
by a masked assailant.

He did this.

I've been advocating for you
ever since you got here.

And you know what?
I'm done.

How are things at home?

Honestly,
it's a little strained.

The job is to be there
for your patient

throughout their care.

It's a hard rotation
for anyone,

but it's the burden we bear.

Yeah, me too.

I don't want to be
sad anymore.

So I just want to be clear.
You're saying you don't think

there's any way that--
- Goodbye, Daniel.

Everything OK?

She just got
herself transferred

to another hospital.

A little extreme,
don't you think?

Wow, I'm sorry you two
couldn't work it out.

Don't know what to tell you,
you know?

She still thinks
that Ripley attacked Pawel,

and it infuriates her
that I don't.

You miss her?

Been a little quiet
around the house

since she moved out.
Not gonna lie.

- Do I have to worry about you?
- No.

You've got to get ready
to address your troops.

I'm ready.

I don't know if
they're ready to hear it.

- Good luck.
- Yeah.

Hey, you up for
a celebratory beer?

Oh, yeah.
What are you celebrating?

I'm done with chemo.

I've got a good feeling
about this PET scan.

Hopefully, I can start
helping Lynne with the baby.

Well, I'm digging
this new attitude,

but a beer and chemo is not a--
not a great combo.

Maybe it's the perfect combo.

Hey, you hear anything more
about our other situation

with, uh, Pawel?

It's been quiet.

You see?
What'd I tell you?

Cops don't care about
small time stuff.

See you.
- Yeah.

Excuse me.

Uh, you were
a no-show last night

at Crockett's goodbye party.

He's sleeping it off on
a plane to Boston about now.

Yeah, sorry.
I, uh, got held up here.

What's going on?
- Oh, you haven't heard?

Ms. Goodman's about to make
a very big announcement

to the entire ED.

Well, that can't be good.

Maybe we'll get a new hot tub
in the staff lounge.

Did it just get colder
in here?

We're on a break.

Like a Ross and Rachel break
or a Brad and Angelina break?

I don't know,
but I'm not gonna let it

ruin my good mood.

Have either of you
seen the Brick?

- No.
- No, I haven't.

It's just so strange.

The night nurse normally
leaves it at my desk, and--

- So everyone's here?
- Yeah.

Good morning, everyone.

I know that you've all heard
that Jackson Monroe Hospital

is closing its doors next week.

Gaffney will absorb
the overflow.

Daily patient numbers
will double.

We need to rethink
how this ED operates.

So changes are on the horizon,

and I just ask
for your patience

as we navigate
this thing together.

And thank you in advance.

Dr. Archer, we should talk.

Dr. Archer?
Trauma 2 needs you.

Uh, let's talk later, OK?

Uh, don't be concerned
about the ED.

I'm ready for
whatever's coming.

Excuse me.
Hi.

Can I have that?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

Oh, my God.

The commuter ship was struck
by a smaller vessel.

Water flooded the hull,

and it capsized
within minutes.

Rescue operations
are underway.

That's right.

A mass casualty incident
is en route for Gaffney ASAP.

70 or 80 victims,
nearly half critical.

Most of them are coming to us.

Full MCI protocol.
Yes.

What's the ETA
for the first arrival?

Two minutes out.

Trauma suites
have been cleared?

Treatment rooms too.

Have you locked down
the walk-in entrance?

Done,
the ambulance bay's

the only point of entry
into the ED.

Chaos control.

Trigger the all hazards
disaster plan.

Every on-call doctor,
nurse, and otherwise

hightails it in here ASAP.

- All hands on deck.
- Look at you.

That's why I keep
my RN license active

for emergencies like this.

Take intake and triage.

It's all set up.
- Got it.

Thank you.

Thought it was gonna be
a quiet morning.

That's when
the universe gets you.

Coming in behind you!

- What have we got?
- 27-year-old female.

BP 92 over 35.
Heart rate 130.

Respiratory rate 28.

Got caught in electrical fire
escaping the ship.

Life jacket melted
to the skin of her abdomen.

Second and third-degree burns.

- I--I can't breathe.
- Stop the gurney.

Hey, we got you.

She's got a tension pneumo.
Could arrest any second.

Get me a 14-gauge angiocath.

Can you get the needle in
through the life jacket.

I can decompress
in the midaxillary line.

OK, you're gonna feel
a little pinch.

Three, two, one.

Thank you.

- Juliette, talk to me.
- Red tag.

35-year-old male drowning vic.
Unconscious.

GCS 3, Brady and apneic
when we got to him.

Intubated at the scene.

Gave him a round of atropine,

but he lost his pulse
in the rig.

Just started compressions
and pushed one round of epi.

Any improvement?

No pulse,
no respiratory effort.

Nothing.
- Epinephrine.

1 milligram
every three minutes.

No, don't.
It doesn't matter.

Pupils fixed and dilated.

A couple more rounds of epi,
maybe we get him back.

He's gone, Dr. Hudgins.

All right, let's move on.

Six-year-old male,
hemophiliac, type A.

Mom got him off the ship.
BP 70 over 40.

Respiratory rate 36.

Moderate laceration
on lower right medial calf.

Put on a tourniquet
to minimize some blood loss.

And he's in shock.

- Mommy, I'm scared!
- I'm here.

It's OK, sweetie.
I'm here.

I'm right here.
- Ma'am, I'm so sorry.

We have to let
Dr. Johnson do his job

so he can take your son.
- No, Mommy.

- No, I won't leave him!
- OK, loosening tourniquet.

All right, he's still bleeding.

Let's downgrade to
an Israeli pressure dressing.

1 milligram morphine,
250 saline bolus, Ancef 300.

Let's get some more blood
down here, and he needs FFP.

He's a hemophiliac.

Red tag, 43-year-old male.

Severe tenderness,
decreased breath sounds

on the left chest
with lavender bruising.

Heart rate 130.
BP 110 over 65.

Sats only 88 on room air.
- Let's transfer on my count.

One, two, three.

OK, you take a look.
I'll listen.

I can't breathe.

I can't breathe.
- I hear you, buddy.

I hear you.

Absent sliding.

Pneumothorax confirmed
on the left side

with three rib fractures.

All right, get me
a chest tube set up

with 1% lidocaine
and give 100 mics fentanyl.

This guy was driving the ship

that ran into
the commuter vessel.

Witness said
he lost consciousness

and veered off course.
- I don't know what happened.

One second I was--

I was driving, and the next
I wake up on the deck

with a helicopter over me.

Try to stay calm, sir, OK?

Just--
- Hold the fentanyl.

Open your mouth, sir.

He chewed up his tongue.

Have you ever had
a seizure before, sir?

No.
Is that what happened?

- Certainly looks like it.
- Yeah, nice catch.

All right,
let's push the fentanyl.

Let's go.

Ow!
- Come on, let's go.

15--
- Apologies, Dr. Archer.

A bit rusty.

It's OK, Ms. Goodwin.
Can you prep me a 36

French chest tube, please?

OK, I'm in.

Heart rate's coming down.

Sats going up.
- He's stable.

You're very lucky.

These are all pretty much,
you know, superficial.

Your coat says
you're a psychiatrist.

Usually that's the case,
but today I am

whatever the ED needs me to be.

Jeanine.

Jeanine.
Thank God you're OK.

Where's Ellis?
- I'm sorry, sir.

You are--
- Her husband, Seth.

Oh, well, um,
I'm Dr. Charles,

and, um,
Ellis is right in here,

resting comfortably.

I'm so happy you're OK.

I thought--

I thought the worst.

Ellis nearly bled
to death because of you!

- Jeanine, Jeanine, hold on!
- Stay away!

- Hold on!
- Stay away!

I don't want to look at you!

Busy with your other job?

Yes, the one
where I'm your boss.

Listen,
I, uh, apologize for--

No need.

Treat me like
any other nurse today.

I've dealt with plenty
of grouchy-ass doctors

long before you.

Ms. Goodwin!

Dr. Lenox.

I came as soon
as I heard the news.

Caitlin Lenox, the new Chief
of the Emergency Department.

Maggie Lockwood,
charge nurse.

Welcome.

Dean Archer, current Chief
of the Emergency Department.

Hi.

Uh, Dr. Archer, this is what
I wanted to talk to you about.

I've hired Dr. Lenox to co-run
the ED with you as equals.

Oh, good.

I thought I was gonna
have to brush up

on my barista skills.

I was supposed
to start next week,

but I figured
you'd need the help today.

And every day after that, apparently.

Listen, this is not how
I wanted you to find this out,

and I sincerely apologize
for that,

but Dr. Lenox comes
highly recommended.

Of course.

How old are you?

- Dr. Archer.
- How old are you?

It's a pleasure
to meet you, Dr. Lenox.

Same.

He'll adjust.

Someday.

We need a doctor!

Where's your pain
coming from?

I busted my hip
when the ship rolled!

I slid down the deck
and slammed into a wall!

Mechanism sounds more like
a dislocation.

Let me help you.
- What the hell are you doing?

You! Put your hands on
his pelvis to stabilize him.

Wait!

Count to three first!
One--

Oh.

That was totally badass.

Gaffney, Chicago Med.
Please hold.

- Dr. Asher.
- Yeah? What's up?

Pregnant woman.
Critical. It's bad.

We opened up Trauma 1 for you.

Paramedics say
she was impaled

by deck railing
in a small explosion.

Please!
Please save my baby girl.

All right, baby's 39 weeks.
Let's make mom comfortable.

20 of Etomidate, 80 of roc...
- Kelsey, I'm Dr. Asher.

We're gonna give you something

to help you go to sleep, OK?

Can someone find my husband?

Was he on the ship
with you, Kelsey?

Yeah.
Finn Gallicano.

What does he look like?

Etomidate and roc going in.

Thin, dark hair,
lots of tattoos.

Black.
- We're gonna find him.

Is my baby gonna be OK?

She's in good hands.

Do you have a name for her yet?

It's Darby.

Darby.
OK.

I'll let you know
when I track down the husband.

She's under.

Intubating now.

All right, carry on.

OK, baby's in distress.

Fetal heart tones are slow.

The metal shard is
penetrating the placenta.

The baby's unharmed,
but the placenta is abrupting.

We need to deliver right now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Chest X-ray first.

Mike?
- You got her?

X-ray.

All right,
ET placement confirmed.

Look, see?
Free air.

Yeah, but no free fluid.

She likely perforated
her bowel.

Who knows what else.

Mom could bleed to death
all over the table.

How do you repair the damage
if the baby is on the way?

The only option that we have--

Remove the debris and deliver
the baby at the same time.

Pretty risky.

What other choice do we have?

Oh, we can't take any
overflow from Jackson Monroe.

She's not overflow.

She's a patient of mine
who needs an MRI.

Well, your hospital
has its own MRI.

The hospital sold
all of its radiology machines

because of the closure,
so I was hoping that--

No, it's not gonna happen.
Look around.

We're underwater,
and more are coming.

I get that, OK?

But just because this kid
wasn't on that ship

does not mean
she isn't in danger.

Look, Maggie?

You're a capable, intelligent
woman with a big heart.

I can tell.

Well, thank you for
really seeing me, Dr. Frost.

I'm sure you can
figure this out if you try.

Does this usually work?

Does what usually work?

The charm assault and the
smile and the puppy dog eyes.

Uh, yeah, it does,

most of the time.

- OK.
- This is Zoey.

- Hello, sweetie.
- Hello.

How are--

are you?

Where are her parents?

She's been
in the system since

she was four years old
when her mom abandoned her.

She's never met her dad.

I'm sorry to hear that,
but who gave you permission

to bring her here now?

Her DCFS rep.
I have the paperwork.

Zoey's been in and out
of my ED the past couple

weeks with headaches,
and today,

she got roughed up
by some older kids

because of her speech issues.

My hospital wants
to discharge her

without any further assessment.

OK, I'll call upstairs
and see if we can get her in.

You're an angel.

And you're trouble.

You know, it becomes endearing
once you get to know me.

It becomes less annoying
when you get to--

I'll just quit while I'm ahead.
Yep.

Nice to meet you, Maggie.

Hey, Ellis.

How you doing?

Where's, um--
where's Mom and Dad?

- Fighting, I think.
- You know what?

Sometimes my parents
would fight

when they were worried
about me.

So I don't know.

I mean, a lot of stuff
happened today.

You got hurt.

I think your parents are
a little worried about you,

right?
And your leg.

- My leg hurts.
- Huh.

Let me take a quick look, OK?

OK.
Um, you know what?

I think it's time
for Dr. Johnson

to check up on you anyway, so
I'm gonna go find him, OK?

Be right back.

OK,
just try to stay off the leg

as much as possible
for the next few weeks.

Dr. Ripley?

Hey, Rosado.
How's it looking out there?

Still a lot of people
missing inside that ship,

but I want to give you
a heads up.

About what?

- The Pawel Wapniarski case.
- OK.

A witness just came forward
who puts you at the scene.

Claims he saw you at the bar
where Wapniarski was beaten

moments after it happened.

Look, I appreciate
the heads up,

but I got nothing to hide.

I'd get a lawyer.

An arrest is not
out of the question.

Dr. Ripley,
Code Blue, Trauma 2.

He's unresponsive.

One moment, he was fine,
the next moment, not.

Mr. Harley?
Mr. Harley, can you hear me?

Heart rate 140.
Pulse ox 92.

Respiratory rate 30.
Blood pressure 78 over 40.

Abdomen's distended.

He's in hemorrhagic shock
and bleeding into the abdomen.

Could be a splenic laceration.
Page Archer.

Surgery's slammed.

Hybrid OR is the only
available option.

OK, he needs blood.
Let's give him two by two.

Hang a liter of LR on
a pressure bag while we wait.

Let's move.
- OK.

Ellis's leg
has a tissue infection

called necrotizing fasciitis.

The bacteria's point of entry
was the cut he sustained

during the accident,
and then it quickly

spread through the fascia.

So this is like
a flesh-eating bacteria?

What it also is
is a scary name for

an often
very treatable condition.

I--I'm sorry.
I don't understand.

Was the bacteria in the water?

Maybe,
or it was on the object

that he scraped
his leg against,

but that is just a guess.

And it's spreading
so quickly.

Jeanine,
Ellis is gonna be OK.

Good news,
we caught it fast, so,

you know, we got options.
- Right.

I'd recommend antibiotics
and debridement.

We remove all the dead tissue,
irrigate the wound,

and then we leave it open
for a couple of days,

clear out the infection.
- Surgery?

What about his hemophilia?

It's totally manageable
with meds.

My son almost bled out
an hour ago.

Now you want to fillet his leg?
No way!

What are the other options?

W--uh, well, we could
try stronger antibiotics.

Great.
Let's do that.

OK, but that's--
that's a risk.

His infection's too severe
for antibiotics alone.

You just said
that we caught it early.

To save his life,
not his leg.

If the antibiotics fail,
I mean,

amputation's gonna be
the only option.

We can't gamble his leg.
Let's do the surgery on Ellis.

Enough.

Tell them what you did, Seth.

- Jeanine, please don't.
- What?

What's the matter?

You don't want to talk
about it now?

We were below deck
when the ship capsized.

Water was rushing in
faster than we could swim.

Ellis was trapped
in a tangle of chairs

pressed against a wall,
and he was screaming to us

for help.
- Please stop.

I turn around
and Seth is gone.

So even though we almost
drowned several times over,

I pulled Ellis out alone.

- You don't understand--
- I understand perfectly, Seth.

You abandoned us.

You were gonna let our son die
to save yourself.

So, no, you don't get a vote.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry--

Stay the hell away from us.
No surgery, period.

- Ready?
- Ready.

On three.
One, two, three.

Ah, trigger the MTP.

- OK.
- Bolus. Start pressors.

We're in trouble.

Baby's blue.

Let's go.
She's apneic.

Where's the neonatologist?
- Yes, doctor?

OK, I'll resuscitate.
Let's go.

Starting CPR.

We've got to get
her heart rate up.

Come on.

Show me how strong you are,
baby girl.

Come on.
- V-fib.

Ah, damn it.
We need to shock.

Paddles.

Charge to 120.
Clear.

Still in V-fib.

There you are!

All right.
Again, 200 this time.

Clear!

Ah, Mom's back.

OK.

Strange timing.

It's almost like
she heard her baby cry.

Or it's
the electrical current.

Can I help, Ms. Howard?

No matter how tight
I make the tourniquet,

the bleeding won't stop.

Well, it's hard to compress
a blood vessel at the elbow,

so just slide the tourniquet
above the elbow,

and then tighten it.

There you go.

This job is a lot of things,
but boring isn't one of them.

Want to know a secret?

I miss the hell out of it.

Not the suffering, mind you,
but being able to help

in an immediate way?

That adrenaline is a drug.

Don't let anyone
tell you different.

Why'd you stop?

Being a clinical nurse, I mean.

I realized there are other
ways of being of service.

So I went back to school,
got my MBA.

Administration
was a natural fit.

So it's a trade-off.

Yeah, like most things
in life, Ms. Howard.

Dr. Archer?

Huh?

I have a second wave
of ship accident victims

coming in,
but I'm out of space.

Bypass them
to Jackson Monroe.

Is that really necessary?

We're getting slammed, huh?

Soon we'll hit
a tipping point where

we will be unable to maintain
a proper level of care.

So why don't we pivot?

Find empty ICU beds
and move the beds to--

what's that room?
- The consultation room?

That is a tremendous
waste of space.

Your first day here and you--

you know everything, right?

Diverting patients
could cost red tag victims

precious time that they
can't afford to lose.

That also falls below
a proper level of care.

You're military.

Army.

Well, I guess that counts.

You?

Navy.

OK.

This is fun,
but I need a decision.

Yeah, what she said.

Isaac?
Talk to me.

Late 20s adult female.
Critical.

Heart rate 133.

BP 94 over 59.

Intubated at the scene.

Frontal scalp wound, bleeding
controlled with dressing.

We've got an 18-gauge IV
on the left AC.

Her name is Wendy.
I'm her wife.

Please just help her.

Let's go to
the consultation room.

Dr. Lenox,
the room is not prepped.

Walk and chew gum
at the same time.

Dr. Hudgins, you're with me.

Get ready to rotate.
Let's go.

Let's go.

Let's flip this.

Put the bed here.

You OK?

Dr. Hudgins, you OK?

Yeah, I'll be fine.

Dr. Uh, Frost, I presume?

Dr. Abrams,
pleasure to meet you.

Uh, I imagine so.

Can we talk in private?
- Yeah.

Be right back.

So I reviewed
the MRI brain imaging,

and you're right.

Your patient has
a large 6-by-4-centimeter

glioma tumor
in her Broca's area.

Well, that explains the
sudden onset of speech issues.

Yes, that's why
I said you were right.

I can say it again if you like.

No, I'm good.

So, um, what happens now?

I get the kid on my table
ASAP so I can remove the tumor

before it does any more damage,

but there are some
significant risks.

What kind of risks?

Well, there's a chance
that you could completely

lose your ability to speak.

How--for--

For how long?

Permanently.

And if I don't--

don't do the surgery?

Well, pediatric brain tumors
are tricky to predict.

Your speech difficulties
might keep getting worse,

or they might stay
the same for a while.

But the tumor will likely
continue to grow and eventually

start to affect other functions
of the brain, like strength.

And by that time,
it'll be harder to remove,

and it might even progress
to Stage 4 brain cancer.

And by then,
I'm afraid it'll be too late.

Will you do the surgery?

I wish I could, but I--

I'm not a brain surgeon.

Not smart enough?

Wow.
That--

That was a good one.

Look, Dr. Abrams is the best

neurosurgeon in the country.

I mean, just ask him.
He'll tell you himself.

Look, Zoey,

I want you in the world.

OK, it's a better world
with you in it.

You're scared.
I get that.

But if you can embrace
that fear and move through it,

you will be shocked
how much stronger

you are on the other side.

So what do you say?

Y--you talk too much.

Well, guess what?

So will you,

very, very soon.

We got this, right?

We got this?
Yeah, come on.

We got it.

- Hey, Dale.
- Hey.

John Does are
in the back corner there.

OK.
Thanks.

Damn it.

OK, looks like
we're about done here.

Bleeding's stopped.

Spleen's in the bucket.
Let's close.

Oh, what the hell is this?

He's seizing again,
just like he did on his ship.

Whoa, ah!

Ah, damn it,
I lacerated the liver.

Heart rate increasing to 180.

Don't your paralytics
prevent seizures?

Yes, this shouldn't
be happening.

He's eating through
the paralytic.

I'll recheck my train of fours.

Get these seizures
under control.

I can't repair his liver
if he's bucking

like a damn bronco.

I've started an Ativan drip
to break the seizure,

and I'll re-bolus
so we can get out of here.

Now what?

Pressure dropping,
90 over 40.

He's bleeding
all over the place.

Where the hell's his O-Neg?

He's not gonna make it
without it.

I'll get it myself.

At a certain point,
I think if Dr. Ripley's

not here and I am--
- What's holding up my O-Neg?

My patient's
circling the drain.

We've got a situation,
Dr. Ripley.

The MCI depleted
our supply of O-Neg.

These are the last five units.

And my patient
won't survive without it.

Yeah, neither will mine.

You must be Dr. Lenox.
- Correct.

Run down your patients
for me, please.

28-year-old female,
severe head trauma.

GCS is 6.

Intubated with
right flank stab wound.

She's in hemorrhagic shock.

Probably
a retroperitoneal bleed.

43-year-old male,
chest and abdominal trauma.

Grade 5 splenic laceration.

Possible late onset
of epilepsy.

But didn't he cause
the whole accident?

No moral judgments.

We favor the patient
who has a better chance

for a positive outcome, period.

Prognosis for recovery?

If he makes it
through surgery, excellent.

He's bleeding out
in the OR as we speak?

We removed the spleen.

We're working on
a small liver lac now.

We just need blood.

My patient is only 28.
She's younger and stronger.

But her GCS
was only 6, right?

Does she have a bleed?

Was she anoxic?
- We don't know yet.

No CT.
- Mm-hmm.

She needs the blood
and surgery first.

And what are the chances
of all that working out?

Or is your only argument
that my 43-year-old patient

is too old?
- All right, that's enough.

The blood goes to Dr. Ripley.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Dr. Lenox.

I would have made
the same call.

Protocol demands it.

Hannah?
Hannah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Baby and mom
are both doing great.

I heard.

That's wonderful.
Um--

What's going on?

I have some sad news.

I found Kelsey's husband
in the morgue.

Finn showed up
about five minutes ago.

He was at another hospital.

Are you OK?

Yeah, uh,

guess I didn't realize

how much I needed
good news today.

Me too.

Jeanine, there you are.

Oh, no, Ellis is fine.

I just wanted to
let you know that the, um--

the antibiotics are going in,
and fingers crossed.

Did my husband send you
to convince me

to let Ellis have surgery?

No,
I have not discussed the--

the surgery with your husband.

But you do think
I said no to spite him.

I absolutely do not.

I don't think you'd ever do
anything to hurt your child.

I mean, come on.
You saved his life today.

Enough said.

I mean, look,
you've had an unimaginably

horrible day today.

I--I mean--

I don't know why
Seth did what he did.

That's Ellis's father,
his hero.

He was our world.

I don't want to sound
for a second

like I'm trying to minimize
what he did or didn't do,

but human behavior, I mean,
it's just endlessly mysterious.

And my sense,
for what it's worth,

is that he was just as shocked

by what he did today
as you were.

I keep replaying it
in my head.

I was holding Ellis's hand
with all the strength

that I have because
I knew if I let it go,

the water would suck him
right under.

And for two minutes, I felt the
terror of losing him forever.

And I will never forget
the way he looked at me.

I'm supposed to protect him,
and I was failing.

I was so tired.

But I just kept thinking,
"Do not let go of his hand.

Do not let go of his hand."

So maybe letting Ellis
have the surgery

would be letting go
of his hand?

Yes.

Am I making a mistake,
Dr. Charles?

You know, that's not
really for me to say.

But I think if it were me,
I would just want to make sure

that this decision,
whatever it might be,

wasn't being driven
by my own fear

when it's my child
who might be suffering

the consequences, right?

Still in V-tach.

No pulse.

Dr. Hudgins?

Dr. Hudgins!

120.
Clear.

Oh, Dr. Hudgins,
it's worse now.

V-fib.

Dr. Hudgins.

Dr. Hudgins!

Zach!

Come back here!

Maggie?
- Yes?

We need a doctor in here now!

I'll get someone.

200.

Clear.

You brought him back?

I'm certified
in critical care.

It's been a while.

Where's Dr. Hudgins?
This is his patient.

He walked.

He abandoned his patient
and walked out on you?

I'm afraid he did.

No, no, no, no, no!

Wendy!

Oh, I am so sorry.
Are you OK?

That was a close one!

Yep.

- That was weird.
- People are weird.

How's Zoey's surgery going?

Oh, just got
an update from the OR.

Abrams should be done
within the hour.

Good.
All right, that's good.

You really care about her.

Yeah, I do.

What are you gonna do
when Jackson Monroe

closes next week?
- I don't know.

Beg someone to let me
finish my residency?

You know what?

Maybe I'll find
a sugar mama and retire.

Yeah.

I can spend my days
drinking Pabst

and my savings getting
bleacher seats to Cubs games.

Well, as a White Sox fan,
I can't support that.

You like disappointment.
OK.

I'm learning so much about you.

Admit it.

I am more endearing
once you get to know me.

Uh-uh.
Just slightly less annoying.

- Mm, OK.
- Yeah.

Hey, that was a compliment,
whether you know it or not.

Dr. Johnson says
Ellis will be fine,

but the parents, not so much?

Mm, they got a lot of stuff
to work through.

Do you think they've got
a shot at staying together?

I don't know.

Sometimes you know, you, uh,

hit a point of no return.

How are you holding up?

Oh, you trying to get all up
in my business, Ms. Goodwin?

All up in your business.

I learned from the master.
So stop deflecting.

Breakups suck.

What are you gonna do?

I hear it helps
to talk to your shrink.

Today's tragic events
recall another sad day

in Chicago history when
the SS "Eastland" capsized

109 years ago...

You almost died
on the table today.

What?

You had
a near fatal seizure,

which should not
have been possible with

the paralytics given
at the start of your surgery.

It didn't make sense
until we tested

your blood
for common seizure meds

and found Dilantin.

How long have you known
you had epilepsy?

How long?

Six years.

You should not have been
behind the wheel of that ship.

Not today, not ever.

If I told the company
about my diagnosis,

I'd have lost my job.
My family depends on me.

You had a responsibility
to disclose your condition.

And I was responsible.

I did everything
I could to manage it.

I took the medication,
changed my diet,

I exercised, I avoided alcohol,
and it worked for years--

Until today.

I thought
if anyone ever found out,

I'd just get fired,
and that'd be the end of it.

Never thought
I might hurt anyone else.

It was just one little lie.

One little lie.

Yeah.

Hey, Zoey.
You made it.

Hey, sweetie.

How are you feeling?

Hey, it's OK.

Just take a deep breath
and try again, all right?

No rush.

Did my surgery go OK?

Um...

You rocked it, Zoey,

just like we knew you would.

Dr. Hudgins?

I know you just met me,

but I'm not usually like this.

I'm so sorry.

What happened in there?

The day, it just got to me.

You're a resident.

I'm sure you've seen your
fair share of unpleasantness.

Not like today.
So much blood.

I froze up,

and I knew the patient
would be better off

if I wasn't there.

That's a normal
human reaction.

But a doctor can't afford
to be normal.

We take an oath
to be more than that

so our patients
can have faith in us.

I know.
I'm sorry.

You don't belong here,

and I don't think
there's any reason

for you to come back here
tomorrow.

What?

You're fired, Zach.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I was just coming down
to see you.

I hear congratulations
are in order.

You found me.

Sully called me that day
to tell me that he and his boys

had followed Pawel
to a bar in Lincoln Park.

He told me that they were about
to give him a proper beatdown

on my behalf,
and he was offering me

a chance to get my licks in.

I tried to talk him out of it,
but no one talks Sully

out of anything
once his mind is made up.

So I rushed over there
to try and stop it.

I was too late.

I found Pawel lying unconscious
in the alley,

just as Sully and his boys
were walking away.

He assured me that Pawel
couldn't ID any of them

because they all were
wearing face masks.

Why are you
telling me this now?

'Cause you don't always
get a chance to apologize

to the people you hurt.

I shut you out, and I let
that jeopardize what we had,

and what we had
was really good.

And for that, I'm sorry.

You fired Dr. Hudgins?

I made a judgment call.

You made a jud--

listen, you just got here.

You don't have the right
to make a judgment call.

You have no knowledge of
the way this place operates

or the chain of command.

He walked away
from a patient.

I'm aware of that,
and I do not condone that,

but you should have
consulted with me first.

I didn't see the need.

Goodwin signed off
on Zach's termination.

Chain of command.

Are you worried I'm here
because Goodwin's

lost confidence in your
ability to lead alone?

What I'm worried about
is your effect on morale

and making snap judgments
without consulting me.

I've run this ED just fine
before you came here.

Dr. Archer, your department
nearly came apart today.

No plan for overflow,
misuses of space,

blood shortages,
and a doctor who walked away

and nearly cost a patient
their life.

I wouldn't call
any of that just fine.

We were in the middle
of a mass casualty incident.

And in a few short days,
Jackson Monroe will close

and nearly double the patients
will come through those doors.

Today could become every day.

I'm here for a reason,

and it's not to keep
the status quo.