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When you find yourself
in crisis,

what is your first response?

Who is the first one you call?

Unit 240,
we got a code three.

A 10-year-old male in
psychiatric distress,
self-harming.

Apartment's on the third floor
of a walk-up

on Broadway and Main.

Please, please,
please, Finn, stop.

Finn, stop!

Please, please,
stop, stop, stop, stop.

Mr. Kemp? I'm Katie.
This is Max.

Are you hurt? Fill us in.

No, no, no, no. I was trying
to bandage my son Finn.

He was playing, and he broke
this vase and cut himself.

And when I tried to take a look,

he locked himself
in the bathroom.

The head banging,
it's common with autism.

But I don't know what to do.
I've tried everything.

I'll grab a stair chair
and irons from the brig.

Yeah.

Hey, Finn? I'm a paramedic.

It sounds like you're hurt.
Can I come in and take a look?

He's gonna knock himself out
or cause permanent damage.

Finn, please,
please, please stop.

Finn, you have to stop.
Please.

That's a nice set of Camaros
you got.

I drive a pretty good rig.

It's a Chevy, too.

Is he unconscious?

Ah!

Sorry, buddy.

Restraints of protocol.
It's required by the law.

Hey, Max?

Can you tell the dad
to meet us at Barnes General?

I can take it from here.
- Sure.

Yeah. Thanks.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

So I know these straps are
uncomfy and a little scary,

but think of this ambulance
as a roller coaster.

And these straps
are like seat belts

but for your hands.

They keep us both safe
while we ride.

Ready? Yeah?

Want to know what kind of rig
were in?

You were wrong earlier.

It's not a Chevy,
but that's okay.

It's a Ford F-350.

Okay, hotshot. Name as many
Chevy models as you can. Go.

Blazer. Camaro.
Corvette. Coupe.

Bolt. Malibu.
- Bro, Van,

where'd you get those shoes?
- They were a gift, okay?

No. They fire, man.
Can I try them on?

- Heads up.
- What you got for us, Katie?

Dang, Finn,
you must be a big deal.

You got Dr. Wolf
and his whole team

out here waiting for you.

Promise not to have
too much fun without me?

Can't promise anything.
But I can try.

That's all I ask for.

Uh, 10-year-old autistic male
Finn Kemp.

A and O times four,
vitals stable,

bilateral lacerations on him,
uh,

because of, uh, broken glass,
head injury from head banging.

- Everything okay, Katie?
- Oh, yeah. Just a headache.

Blame it on the coffee

or the-- the six
back-to-back morning shifts.

- Unit 240.
- Copy.

Always a pleasure, Dr. Wolf.

Take care of Finn for me.
I gotta run.

6-year-old female...

So a few bad burns, uh,

staph infection, and a sprained
ankle all in the last year.

We've got quite
the injury history.

Are you Johnny Knoxville
or something?

No, I'm Finn Kemp.

Kids his age, they're
always bumping into things

and tripping over each other.

I'm a single dad, so staying on
top of things can be hard, huh?

Earlier this year, he had
this really bad splinter

for the whole day before
I noticed and took it out.

So those sorts of things
can happen.

But today was the worst.

Can you point to the face
which shows

how much pain you're in?

Which one do you feel like?

Yeah, naming feelings isn't
really easy for him.

We understand, Mr. Kemp.

Autism is a spectrum.
It affects everyone differently.

Uh, Dr. Kinney and Dr. Markus
will run some tests

to rule out
any neurological complications,

but upon first assessment,
Finn seems relatively unscathed.

Thank you, doctors.
Right, Finn?

Thank you. Thank you.

10-year-old patient
repeatedly bangs his head

against the wall?

Do we know if self-harm
is a pattern?

Well, the jury's still out,
but as of now,

he's just an accident-prone kid.
How are you holding up?

What did the police say
about your car?

I haven't reported it yet.

Suspicion isn't the same
as fact.

What am I going to say?

That I think-- can't prove--
that my patient,

who's also my husband's
mistress,

destroyed my car because I said
I wouldn't see her anymore?

My car is one thing.

If the whole truth comes out,
it could destroy my career.

Maybe I ended things
with her too abruptly.

What does Morris say
about all this?

I haven't told him yet.
Without proof,

sharing her information would
breach HIPAA since he knows her.

Okay, the same can be said
of me, then.

Is that the real reason, or is
that just a convenient excuse?

The moment
I say anything to him,

it'll open a whole can of worms.

He'll think I've lost my mind
for continuing to see her.

No. For now,
the doorman's been briefed.

I'm picking Maya up
right after school.

This isn't my first rodeo.
It's under control.

Remember that patient
who followed me home?

Carol, protect yourself.

I hear you.

Don't worry.

I'm taking this seriously,
I promise.

- Stop!
- Hold still for me there, Finn.

Can you just--
- S-Should we call for backup?

See if Jacob's around?
- We need Jacob for this?

- Or Dana anyway.
- You said Jacob.

- You said Jacob.
- See? Even our buddy Finn
heard you.

You're reading into it
more than you should.

But let's table this for now
and focus on our patient.

Oh. Sorry, bud.
I was distracting the talent.
That was my bad.

- No, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no, no.
- It's okay, it's okay.

- No, no, no, no, no, no.
- It's okay. Hey, how about this?

Look. While I fix your I.V.,

you can push as many buttons
as you want.

You want to try it?

All right, Finn,
let's try the other arm, yeah?

Wait, you didn't feel that?

- Feel what?
- The I.V.? Finn's pain?

No.

Tired of me yet?
We're a bit short staffed today.

40s, male, Jim Lang,
A and O times four,

uh, found unconscious.

Uh, how long was he
unconscious?

Reportedly under two minutes.

He didn't want to come in,
but his wife insisted.

We got another call, but he can
fill you in on the rest.

Katie! Katie!

Is she breathing?

Hey, can you get
someone help now, please?

- Katie! Katie!
- Nurse! Prep a crash cart!

We need a set of vitals.

Clear back. Clear back.
Give her some room here.

Well, you know the drill,
Katie.

Rate your pain 1 through 10.
- 2.

Okay, while admirable
and useful in the field,

stoicism is no good here.

I'm fine.
I didn't eat before work.

Mix hypoglycemia
with sleep deprivation

and a splash of dehydration,

you get a syncope cocktail.
It's a rookie mistake.

Well, that's
a fair self-diagnosis,

except for the fact
that I noticed your winces

were more pronounced
this morning.

Why are you tracking
my winces?

Uh, I'm not tracking them.

But you may have heard
that I have difficulty

recognizing faces, so I hone in
on features or expressions,

or in your case, winces.

So that's enough to admit me?

I have a sense there's
something else going on here.

In our field, it's very easy
to neglect your own needs

because you are so busy
taking care of other people.

But let us take care of you,

just this once, to make sure
there's nothing else going on.

Can I at least get some of
those ice chips

and those PB cups you give your
favorite patients while I wait?

I will even throw in

a chocolate chip cookie.

In the meantime,
Dana will get a CBC,

CMP, and CT-- the basics--
and I'll check back.

Mm.

Uh, what are you doing?

God,
he was so sweet and earnest,

didn't have the heart
to tell him I was leaving.

I cleared
the concussion checklist.

I'm not staying
for your CT scan.

And then die
of an epidural hematoma?

That's not happening
on my watch.

I know you're just doing
your due diligence.

I'm good. I know what a
really bad fall looks like.

Then you also know that

the cost of being wrong
isn't worth it.

The only cost
I'm worried about

is the pricey hospital bill
you're trying to stick me with.

Don't paramedics have
good insurance?

Even if you leave
against medical advice,

I care what happens to you.

You're not just a number here,
I swear.

Patient number 026794.

Come on, Dana, I'm, like,
literally a number.

Look, just save
the hospital bed for someone

who actually needs it.

My partner will monitor me 24/7.

Pinky promise.

Fine. On one condition.

You accept a liter of LR
on the house.

Just rest up for a few hours, okay?

This is an Axonal Flare Test,
Mr. Kemp.

It assesses the function
of small nerve fibers.

Only take a few seconds
to see

if there's a reaction
to the histamine.

You're saying there's
something wrong with
Finn's nerves?

We've been doing
some research,

and Finn might have
a rare genetic disorder.

It's just a theory.

But this test could give us
answers.

Well, it's the same.
Same is good, right?

In this case, a negative
reaction is to be expected

with patients with CIPA.

Congenital insensitivity
to pain.

It means
that Finn can't feel pain.

So all those times he was
hurt, he couldn't even feel it.

He didn't know.

How did I miss this?
I'm his father.

There are less than 100 cases
of CIPA in the U.S.

Finn's symptoms might have been
falsely attributed to autism.

Can you give us a moment, please?

Of course.

Tough diagnosis to give,
even harder one to uncover.

What made you think of CIPA?

Because of you.

When Finn ripped his I.V. out,
even I flinched.

You were able to bandage him up

and start a new I.V.
without missing a beat.

With your Mirror-Touch,
you didn't feel it,

which might have meant...
- Finn didn't feel it, either.

Wow.
You're so impressive, E.

My next mystery is to uncover

how you've hidden a stim-toy
obsession from me all this time.

What other secrets
are you hiding, Van?

Okay. Help me out here.
I need a distraction.

Remember my friend I was telling
you about, the chiropractor?

Well, turns out
he's newly single.

- Don't do that.
- I'm on deck for surgery.

No, don't do that.

Stop trying to set me up
with your weird friends.

Nichols, I don't quit easily!

Oh.

Uh, Carol just offered
to set me up with someone.

- My Carol?
- Mm.

she's literally never tried
to set me up with her friends.

Wait, did you want to
be set up with Carol's friend?

I did not, but I am curious.

Have you not told Carol
about us? It's no issue.

Just dating, if that's
what we're doing, is a secret,

I want to be privy to that.
- It's not that.

But if I tell Carol,
then it becomes a thing.

- So we're not a thing?
- No, we're not not a thing.

But Carol likes to psychologize
my dating decisions.

There will be
follow-up questions.

- So many.
- Without reason, I'm sure.

- Do you want me to tell Carol?
- Honestly, I assumed you did.

I mean, I didn't think you two

were capable
of keeping secrets like that,

especially considering that
your mom knows more than her.

I'm fine either way.
I gotta go scrub in.

Did the fumigators come early?

It's Drakkar Noir.
It's too much?

No. You know it's not too late
to come out with me tonight.

Carol,
he's just a little late.

A little late was
two hours ago.

You think Billy stood me up?

Even if he did,
I never liked him anyway.

New York City is full
of Billys.

You're coming out with me
tonight. I'll be your wingwoman.

Uh, don't worry about me.
Just go have fun.

Maybe I'll catch up with you
later?

Okay. Suit yourself.

♪ Where my girls at? ♪

♪ From the front to back,
well, is you feelin' that? ♪

♪ Put one hand up,
can you repeat that? ♪

♪ Tryna take my man,
see, I don't need that ♪

♪ So don't play yourself,
where my girls at? ♪

Dr. Bowen, call 331.
Dr. Bowen, 331.

Katie? Look at me.
Look at me.

There's no time!

Katie, it's okay. Here,
we're gonna set you down.

Sit you down. Here.
- No! Gunshot wound.

- Need to stabilize.
- It's okay, I got you.

It's okay. No, no, it's okay.
She's delirious.

What did the CT show?
- She refused the scan.

I tried to fight her on it,
but she cleared protocol.
It was her call.

You're the only one responsible
for that call, Doctor.

It's okay. Katie.
Breathe with me.

I guess I should
have listened to Dr. Dang

about that CT scan.

You're not gonna hold it
against her, are you?

My stubbornness shouldn't get
anyone else in trouble but me.

It was a good lesson
for Dr. Dang.

And while you may be
a stubborn patient,

luckily I am a very stubborn
doctor... with some good news.

Uh, your CT scan is normal,

so no sign of head trauma
from the fall.

So I was right. I'm fine.

Well, if it isn't a bleed,
then what's going on?

We're still waiting for
results from your spinal tap,

but your white blood cell count
is up to 25k.

So I've started you on
vancomycin and ceftriaxone.

I have an infection.

It's very possible that you
were exposed to some pathogen

through your job.

We have to rule out
all possibilities.

The ambulance is
a thunderdome

of infectious diseases.

Tell me everything.
Spare no detail.

I'm on the road by 0500.

First stop-- West Bronx
for three-car pileup.

There was a motorcyclist.
I know you're one of them,

but this one,
he wasn't wearing a helmet.

He was D.O.A.
- Whoa, that's an awful shock
of adrenaline in the morning.

Next up, intoxicated female
who refuses to comply.

Has a history of drug use,
so I tried to save her sedation,

but maybe that was a mistake.
- Aah!

- She's a frequent flier.
- When you say frequent flier...

Ugh!

Let's save the questions
for the end.
- Okay.

Someone's grandpa...

Ugh!

...who we thought had the flu.

I end my day with Lucia,

a 14-year-old female who
just came out to her parents.

She attempted suicide
when they rejected her.

I get a lot of these.

I tell her that she's not alone,
even when it feels like it,

and that I, too, was scared
to tell my parents.

But one day
it's going to be okay.

It takes a lot of resilience
to do what you do.

Right back at you.

Most of my patients end up
at hospitals like Bronx General.

But it's different
when you're a first responder
on the front line.

At the end of the day,
the comedown must be brutal.

There's no comedown
if you never stop.

You're febrile-- 102.5--
even with the antibiotics.

The spinal fluid
results are back.

It's meningitis.
- The headaches,

the fever,
it all makes sense.

I don't think grandpa had
the flu.

Dr. Wolf,
he died within 24 hours.

Katie,
that story is not yours.

Now that we know why you're
sick, we can fight it head-on.

Is my son gonna be okay?

CIPA isn't terminal,
but I will be honest--

few survive
past the age of 25.

The older they get,
the less vigilant they become.

I want to set
weekly appointments

for Finn to monitor his health

and help him understand
his condition.

Let's do everything we can
to keep him safe.

Hey, Mr. Kemp?

Uh, I just wanted to tell
you, I have a son, too.

When I'm with him, every other
word out of my mouth
is "careful."

You came to the right place.
Finn's in good hands.

Thank you.

Hey, Dad!

Doctor Kinney said
they have Popsicles downstairs.

Can we go?

- Yeah.
- It's just to the left.

I don't know how parents do it.

A lifetime of stress
over a human

completely outside
of your control.

Can you imagine?
No, thanks.

Y-You don't want kids?

No.
I never have.

Just not for me.

We still on
for tomorrow night?

Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Come on!

Allow me.

Thank you.

I'm sort of...

dating Josh.

Oh.

Well, thank you
for sharing that with me.

That's it? No more questions
or thoughts or concerns?

Where's the usual interrogation?

Not in the mood.

Just be careful, Wolf.

You two work together,
and if things implode,

there's no escape hatch.

So...

Thanks for the candy bar.

Plot twist-- I met a guy.

His name is Morris.

He kind of looks like
sexy Sinbad.

Ollie? You home?

Wolf?

No. No.

Ollie?

Get it out, Ollie.

That's it. That's it.

Carol,
I don't feel so good.

That's nothing compared to what
I'm going to do to you tomorrow.

Mm.
I'm so tomorrow.

Please don't be Carol at me.

Don't you ever do something
like that again.

Okay?

Her MAP is less than 50.

We've bolused two liters of LR,
and she's still not responding.

Katie?

- That's why the lights are off.
- Photophobia. Nuclear rigidity.

Her meningitis is worsening.
She's not responding
to antibiotics.

Katie, we're here.
Just take a breath.

It hurts to breathe.

She's developing
pulmonary edema from the fluids.

We need to switch to pressors.
- I'll go get the norepinephrine.

- Katie's in septic shock.
- We did everything right.

If the antibiotics don't work...
- You know the answer to that.

The lifesaving question is, why?

Gram-positive rods.

Her meningitis was caused
by listeria?

But we never cover listeria
for patients like Katie,

other than an on-duty injury
here and there.

She's young, healthy.

Yeah, I've never seen anyone
with her history

get so sick from listeria.

It's incredibly rare.

While I get her on ampicillin,
I need you two

to solve the real mystery.

Why is Katie dying
from an infection

that only kills the elderly
or immunocompromised?

Whoo!

- What are you doing here?
- I really needed to talk.

You're the only one
who can help me.

Alison, no.
You know this is messy.

I cannot help you.

And I've already referred you to
a number of other psychiatrists.

You're just wrong.

You're the only one
who gets how hurt I am.

I know it. You're hurting, too.

Morris did this to both of us.

Alison,
get yourself some help, please.

Do you get off on me
needing you?

I thought the car thing would
have gotten your attention,

but apparently, you need to play
hard to get, unlike Morris.

Whatever happened
between you and my husband

has nothing to do with me.

He told me you sleep
in separate bedrooms,

that you haven't touched him
in months.

If you ever come within
100 yards of Maya again,

I will call the police.

Why haven't you?

Is it because you knew
that Morris and I

were sleeping together
before you stopped treating me?

Don't push me, Dr. Pierce.

One call,
I could ruin you.

Mom?

- Hey, baby.
- Hey!

Why are you here?

And why was Alison with you?

How do you know her?

I had lunch with her and dad
when I met him at work once.

Is it, uh, always this humid
in here?

Take it up with the ferns.

Oh. Okay.

- You will be happy to know...
- Hmm?

...I told Carol.

You look surprised.

Frankly, yes.

How'd it go?

She told me to be careful.

Of me?

Of myself.

I mean, Carol's seen me
on some of my worst days--

every broken heart,
every bad date.

It's been a while
since I've been in

a proper...

...relationship.

I get it.

Every relationship I've been in
was a rush.

I don't need this one
to be, too.

Well, let's not ruminate
on the past.

So...

last night was really scary.

Do we have to do this, Carol?

Look, I get it.
Getting set up sucks.

But you just met Billy.
Was he really worth

drinking all our good vodka?

He struck a nerve.

I know it wasn't my dad's fault,

but when someone promises
to come back and they don't,

that pain still follows me.

Sometimes it hurts so bad
I can't breathe.

Whenever I'm alone
for too long, I...

The bad thoughts start
to creep back in.

And it scares me.

And when that happens,

I don't want to feel anything
at all.

Numbing the pain
can feel good in the moment.

But if I didn't come home,
you could have...

When you hurt yourself, you hurt
the people who love you, too.

Your dad raised
an amazing person, wolf.

My favorite person.

I wish he was here to see it.

Katie basically lives
on the rig.

Figured it'd be worth
checking it out.

I must admit,
I'm impressed, Dr. Nash.

This is pretty outside the box,
even for me.

The ampicillin is working, but
why is she immunocompromised?

Let's say the tank
was leaking.

Could hyperoxia impact immunity?

Tanks are full. There's nothing
out of the ordinary.

Check this out.

What is a prescription pad
doing

inside a paramedic's ambulance?

Hand it over.

Perks of being
a nosy snoop as a kid.

If you shoot over the grooves...

You can see what was
prescribed.

Prednisone?

Why would Katie steal an RX pad
to prescribe herself steroids?

My teammates used to stash
stuff like this all the time
to self-medicate injuries,

especially if they didn't
want Coach to know

to stay in the game.

Her wince.

She said she was tired,
but she's in pain.

And hiding it to keep her job.

She could go to jail
for this.

Any updates?

Actually, I was hoping that
you might be able to fill me in.

Why have you been taking
steroids for months, Katie?

Uh...

Uh...

About six months ago,

I was the first
to arrive on-site for a 10-37-2,

a life-threatening
medical emergency.

It was a fentanyl overdose.

No I.D., 20s, male, unresponsive.

I kept looking at him
and thinking,

"That could be
my little brother."

We got there before the cops,

and I could have waited for
them to secure the perimeter.

But with an overdose,
you know, every second

is critical.

You're safe. I-It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay.

Are you in any pain?

You, you're a narc, huh?

I'm a paramedic.

I'm here to help... your friend.

H-He needs an I.V.

Move in!

On the plus side,
there was an ambulance on-site.

I spent the next month bed rest.

Gunshot wound healed,
but the pain never left.

Probably went back
a little early, but...

Me laying there, going over
my mistakes wasn't good for me.

I feel better when I'm working.

Adrenaline is my best medicine.

Adrenaline is not a long-term
solution, just like steroids.

They both tear the body down
long-term.

Why didn't you tell anyone?

The moment you can't carry
your weight in the field,

you're done.

Steroids help me
manage the pain.

Well, the steroids
may have made you feel better,

but they also made
you immunocompromised,

which allowed the listeria
to almost kill you.

I can't imagine a world
where I'm doing anything
other than what I do.

Saving lives keeps me alive.

Are you going to report me,
Dr. Wolf?

For what?

It's pure conjecture.

I didn't see you do anything.

Listen...

chronic pain is known
as the invisible disease

because there is no scan or test
to quantify one's suffering.

But that doesn't
make it less real.

Even after the pain leaves,
your brain is changed,

hardwired to look for it
around every corner,
behind every door.

Sounds like you know
from experience?

Let's just say that you're not
the only person in this room

who's self-medicated.

We're gonna wean you
off the steroids slowly.

You may not have
this pain forever.

Long-term,
we need a new plan.

So, as we discussed,
this is an experimental solution

to Finn's condition.

We have a patient who uses
naloxone in their line of work.

It reminded me of a case study
that showed

the drug can activate
specific sodium channels in

the neural pathway responsible
for pain receptivity.

Ideally, the naloxone will
turn on Finn's pain receptors.

- Like a switch?
- Like a switch. Exactly.

Ouch!

So, what does this mean
going forward?

Finn will have to take naloxone
daily in order to feel pain?

Unfortunately,
this isn't a long-term solution.

The effects of the naloxone
only last a few hours.

That said, we're exploring
fairly uncharted territory.

With naloxone, we might be able
to train Finn to be more aware

of his surroundings,
conceptually know his limits.

Ouch.

That's what too cold
feels like.

Over time,
Finn could differentiate

between safe and dangerous,

knowing which behaviors
to avoid in the future.

With constant supervision,
we can expose him

to new sensations
and continue to learn together.

You've given my son the gift
of feeling pain.

Good pain.

Hey, there's hope.

Good job.

Mm!

Can I please help you
into bed?

You look so uncomfortable,
it's making my back hurt.

I appreciate the offer,

but this is my preferred
sleep position.

Oh, like my 97-year-old
haraboji watching the news?

97? You got good genes.

He told me he's holding out
because he wants his last check
to bounce.

Mm.

I can't even sleep like
a normal person.

Living in pain,
there's no rest, no relief,

only adrenaline, drugs,
and distractions.

But at the end of the day,
it's always there.

I've seen it break others.

I know what comes next.

My career,
my health, my life.

It feels
like a death sentence.

I can't imagine what you
must feel physically each day,

like your body doesn't answer
to you anymore.

But I do know what chronic
emotional pain feels like,

that ache or sting or throb
you can't shake away.

I get not wanting to stop

or slow down long enough
to let it catch up with you.

I'm here.

Okay?

Close the door.

What emergency can't
be explained on the phone?

I left the conference early
to get back here.

When I picked up Maya
for dinner the other day,

Alison was there
waiting for me.

Are you okay?

I'm-- I'm so sorry,

but I have not seen her
in months, I swear.

You said you told me
everything,

but you never mentioned
that Maya met her.

What kind of man
takes his daughter out to lunch

with his mistress?

What, were you testing the
waters to see if they get along?

No! That was way before
anything happened with
me and her.

She seemed lonely.
I was being nice.

You were being nice?

How could you do this to us?

I have done everything
for this family.

I turned down jobs
when your career was taking off.

I was there before all the
accolades and all the funding.

I was the ideal partner.
And for what?

To live out of a duffel bag

and only see my daughter
every other weekend?

I hate myself
for putting us here.

I wish I had an excuse.

I don't.

All I know is I'd do anything
to put our family back together.

So what can I do?

I want you to tell me
the truth.

Did you sleep with her
more than once?

Yes.

Were you
in love with her?

Mm. Mm.

Get out of my office.

No. No.

- Get out!
- Carol, I--

Hey, oh, hey, hey.

I think she made herself clear,
Morris. You need to go.

Now.

Oh! Oh, God!

It's freezing in here.

This better be worth it.

Oh, believe me, ice baths
reduce inflammation,

stimulate blood flow,
boost the immune system,

and override pain by short-
circuiting the nervous system.

Also in the pro column,
you remind me of Haley Graham
from "Stick It."

Crucial moment
in my gay awakening.

That I'll take.

Ooh, God.
What ever happened to the

"we're gonna be in this
together"?

You should be in here with me.

Ooh.
It's a fat chance.

Oh, my God, this--

Oh, well, here he goes.
- Ohh!

Jesus.
- Okay.

Ooh!
- ♪ Call me when you need
someone ♪

Oh!

You're not such a tough guy
now, are you?

Not what this feel like.

What you doing talking
over there?

The ancient Greeks spoke
of pain as an emotion,

a feeling intertwined
with who we are.

And to an extent,
they were right.

Pain originates in the brain.

One brain can feel
too much pain

while another feels
no pain at all.

Rather than seeing it as
something to squash or conquer,

true healing requires us
to acknowledge our pain.

You know, PT is gonna
go a long way for Katie, Dang.

Nice work.
- Nah, that's all her.

She's a living shero.

Low-key...

you two would make
a cute couple.

Not all lesbians
are into each other, okay?

And, uh, she has a partner,
anyways, so...

You do know that's what
paramedics call their
coworkers, right?

Katie told me she's single
as a Pringle.

♪ Call me
when you need someone ♪

Uh, well, maybe you
should practice what you preach

and go for it, too.

What do you mean?

Like, I haven't noticed the
chemistry between you and Erika?

I'm just saying, be a shame
if you didn't shoot your shot.

You don't know anything.

♪ Or maybe it'll make it worse,
I don't know... ♪

Hi.

Oh!

- How are you doing?
- Mm.

I've seen better days.

I just wanted to say thank you
for being there for me...

always.

For being my first responder.

Is Josh the reason you upgraded
to the 21st century?

Yeah, we don't have to talk
about it. It's not important.

No, no, don't do that.

I'm sorry I was so curt
the other day.

My own love life's in shambles.

But I am happy for you.

And I could use a hint
of romance in my life.

So, dish.
Who made the first move?

- Uh, that would be me.
- Ooh!

I completely forgot
to tell you

my mother caught us
kissing in the elevator.

Wait, wait! So, I'm a step
behind Muriel now?

- Yeah, well...
- Dang!

What I would have given
to see the look on her face.

Ultimately, pain tells us
to pay attention...

...look closer.

Only then can we grow
and move forward.

Butter pecan.
It's your favorite, right?

Jacob, hey.

Everything okay?

Nah, nah, it's not like that, okay?

I just-- I wanted to make up
for the other times I showed up
unannounced.

It meant a lot to me,
you being there.

I just wanted you to know that.

I appreciate you,

but now isn't really
a great time.

Yeah.

Rain check maybe?

Of course. Yeah. I'll--
I'll leave you to it.

Oh, um, just a heads-up--
The light's still flickering

like it's "The Shining"
in your lobby.

You should tell your super.
- Yeah, I've been telling
him about that.

And thanks for the ice cream.
It is my favorite.

Yeah.

Night, Jacob.

♪ Call me
when you need someone ♪

♪ I could be your 911 ♪

Who was that?

Uh... nobody.

Wrong apartment.

So...

what's it like being
with someone

when you have Mirror-Touch?

It's, uh, pretty intense.

Mm.

Really intense, actually.

How about for you?

♪ 'Cause I could be your 911 ♪

I would say...
it's a definite perk.

Alison,
this is a welfare check.

We're coming in.

Alison? Alison?

Is she breathing?

Greg, move your head.