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Robby.

Robby.

College kid in
respiratory distress is here.

- All right.
- You OK?

Yep.

I wanted to talk to the patient
in Central 12's son,

but he took off.

Is there a problem?

Uh, according to Mom,

she found a list
of high school girls

that he'd like to eliminate.

What's wrong
with kids these days?

Uh, you mean
besides social media

and the worldwide pandemic
and the environmental crisis?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- And gun violence?

You're a fucking fountain
of hope today, aren't you?

Nick Bradley, 19,
found unresponsive by parents.

No meds, no allergies.

On arrival,
he was barely breathing

with pinpoint pupils,
bradycardic at 38.

Pupils responded to Narcan,

but we tubed him when his
respirations didn't pick up.

Any drugs or alcohol
on the scene?

- No.
- Signs of trauma?

Nothing.

OK.
Open your eyes, Nick.

On three.
One, two, three.

- Where was he found?
- In bed by his mom.

Pupils are 6 millimeters,
non-reactive.

Heart rate's 64.
BP is cycling.

No response to pain.
GCS 3.

- Does that fit any toxidrome?
- No.

If it was just opiates
with Narcan,

he'd be breathing on his own.

Uh, beta blockers
shouldn't get pinpoint pupils.

Maybe parents had some

prescription meds
in their bathroom.

They're on their way.

Code trauma, tier 1,
ETA five minutes.

That's a stand-up scooter
rider versus car door.

- No helmet.
- No blood in the belly.

No pericardial effusion,
and lungs are up.

Hemocue's good, 15.

- BP 84 over 58.
- OK.

What's your plan, Dr. Collins?

Um, push dose epi,
0.1 milligram.

Foley for urine,
stabilize for CT,

and throw a wide net.

Where--
where are we going now?

We need the room
for someone else,

but you can rest in the hall
till we get your labs back.

Your parents must be proud.

Having a son for a doctor.

Yeah, I guess.

Um, you know,

I was the first one
in my family to go to college.

You know, they sacrificed a lot
to get me here.

How's your pain, Mr. Milton?

Uh, I'm fine.

Could use a latte, though.

That could bring back
the gallstone pain.

How about a bourbon?

It's barely 8:00.

Uh, how about some ice chips?

No, thanks.

I prefer my whiskey neat.

Yeah, that's not happening.

Systolic back down to 90.

Another 0.1 of epi.

Flaccid paralysis
of all four extremities.

No eye movement with ice water.

So no brainstem function.

Due to?

Hypoxic injury,
massive hemorrhage.

Samira, escort him to CT.

Take the drug box with you.

Call me if you need me.

Hey, are you OK?

- Yep.
- Are you sure?

Have you ever had
to worry about me?

No, but it never hurts
to check in.

It's part of my job.

Consider yourself checked in.

OK.

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Got something?

Oh, I had a case
for Dr. Collins.

- May I see?
- Yeah.

A 68-year-old male,
history of hypertension,

one hour of right
upper quadrant pain

after eating a fatty meal,
now resolved.

Afebrile, non-tender.

There was a gallstone present
on POCUS.

EKG shows no acute
ischemic changes,

but I'm still waiting
on LFTs and lipase.

Why did you order the EKG?

The nurse suggested it
to rule out any cardiac issues.

Well, good call
on both your parts.

Nurses know what they're doing.

Never hesitate
to listen to them.

Come find me when
those labs are back.

- Hey, how's that finger?
- Oh, it's nothing.

- Dr. Robby?
- Yep?

The son and daughter
of Mr. Spencer

from assisted living,
they're here.

OK. I'll be right there.

Your father has pneumonia
and a condition called sepsis.

What is--
what is that exactly?

It means that the bacteria
has spread from his lung

to his bloodstream.

So far, he's been
responding well to treatment.

Hey, Pop.

It's Helen and Jereme.

Jereme...

Hillary...

Boob...

Fud.

It's the "Nowhere Man"
from "Yellow Submarine."

It's what he used to call me
when I didn't do my homework.

Is this his baseline?

He has good days
and bad days.

Why don't we step out
for one more second?

So your father came in
with low blood pressure,

which is improving.

Can he go back
to assisted living?

Eventually, we hope so.

Your dad has
an advanced directive

expressing his wishes,
which says that

IV fluids and medications
are OK,

but no artificial life support,
no CPR.

He doesn't want a bunch
of machines keeping him alive.

OK.

Then we will continue
with oxygen

and IV fluids and antibiotics,

but if his lungs stop working,

we're not going
to place a tube in his windpipe

for a breathing machine.

But pneumonia is treatable?

Most of the time, it is.

But if he can get better
in a week,

then put him on a machine.

That's not what he wanted.

Do either of you have
durable power of attorney

for health care?

- Yes.
- We both do.

OK.

Well, this is a decision

that does not need
to be made right now.

Why don't you think about it?

Talk about it.

If things get worse,
sometimes allowing

for a comfortable natural death
can be the most humane path.

No routine cases until
we assess the tier 1.

Thanks.

Dr. Langdon?

So, uh, how was the VA?

Yeah, it was, uh good,
uh, you know, challenging.

I learned a ton.
I just think it--

maybe it should be mandatory

that all doctors
spend time there,

like, on a regular basis

because of all
they've sacrificed for us.

That's a nice thought.
Why'd you choose the Pitt?

Oh, I have a sister
with special needs

and she got into
this really great facility

here in Pittsburgh.

And PTMC has such
a great reputation,

I thought, you know,
it'd be a good fit.

Can I present my headache
to you?

Uh, yeah, what do you got?

A 36-year-old woman
with severe headache

due to paracervical
trigger point.

Her pain went from 11 to zero
after 2 ccs of IM Marcaine

- to the--
- Wait, wait, wait.

You did
a trigger point injection

- before presenting the case?
- Yeah. I--

Interns always present first.

I spent a month at
the pain clinic at Hopkins.

- No, it's not OK.
- Incoming!

- I'm very comfortable with--
- It's definitely not OK.

23-year-old Ben Kemper,
no helmet,

got doored riding an e-scooter.

Neck versus handlebar then
face-planted to the pavement.

Obvious facial fractures,

but alert and oriented
with good vitals.

Here we go.

One, two, three.

How are we doing, Ben?

Blood, back in my throat.

That's probably
from the nosebleed.

Short Rapid Rhino, please.

Tachy at 120,
pulse ox borderline at 90.

Blow by at 15 liters for now.

- Neck contusion.
- BP 138 over 84.

Larynx shifted to the right,
no crepitance.

4 of morphine.

I'm going to stick something in
your nose to stop the bleeding.

No hemotympanum.

Inflate the balloon.

How about now, Ben?

- Better.
- What's up?

Good vitals,
A and O, let's have a look.

Ouch.

- Floating face.
- Le Fort III fracture.

You don't see that every day.
OK, let's prep for airway.

Double setup just in case.

- Nice work.
- Thanks.

All right, Mr. Tagari,
you are good to go.

Oh, thank you.

Remember, 10% off
for doctors and nurses.

I'm a student doctor.

Oh, right. Sorry.

- I hit my head, remember?
- Well, my son loves pizza,

so I will take you up on it
for sure, OK?

- Thank you. Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Wait for a nurse.
- OK, thanks.

Hi.

I just realized it sounds like
I always feed my kid junk food.

- Oh.
- You know?

Pizza, s'mores.

No, no, please.
I--I like pizza and s'mores.

- Who doesn't?
- Mm.

- How many kids do you have?
- Just one, Harrison.

He's 11 now.

What does your husband do?

No husband,
just me and my son.

I take it you don't have kids?

I--I don't mean on account
of your age.

Or maybe I do.

I mean, most medical students
don't have kids.

Oh, yeah, no, no.
Um, no kids.

Just not even a boyfriend.
Uh, it's just school for now.

Yeah.
That'll keep you pretty busy.

I do not miss it.

Must have been difficult
as a young mother.

It had its moments,

but my life has been
full of challenges,

and med school was not one
of the hardest, by far.

It was one of the most
rewarding, though.

- Other than having my son.
- Hey.

Facial lash with possible
foreign object in the eye,

which is always a solid 7
on the WMMV Scale.

What Makes Mateo Vomit.

- You OK?
- Yeah.

Yeah.
Um, he's funny, the...

- the nurse.
- Oh, Mateo.

You can say his name.

Um, yeah, uh...

a foreign object in the eye
could be really serious.

Hey, Fruitcake.

Hey, I'm talking to you,
Fruitcake.

Myrna, I told you
a hundred times

my name is Dr. Robby.

You want to see my vagina?

I have already seen it.

And once was enough,
thank you.

Robby,
parents of Nick Bradley,

- the OD teen, are here.
- OK, park them in Trauma 1.

He's not back from CT yet.

I'll be right there
in a minute.

Got it.
Behaving yourself, Myrna?

Oh, yes, ma'am.

How we doing?

Ketamine and sux on board.

Pulse ox holding at 94.

Prepping the neck
just in case.

Let's have a look.

A little deeper.

Lots of swelling.
I can't see the cords.

To the right.
The left.

Yeah, it really distorted
from the trauma,

and the edema's
only going to get worse.

Which is why we should crike.

You don't crike
a laryngeal fracture.

Don't listen to
Edwina Scissorhands here.

If they can't cut it,

surgery doesn't know
how to fix it.

The contusion is high
at the thyroid cartilage,

so you just stand there
looking pretty, ER Ken,

and let me fix this.

- We're down to 85.
- All right, pull out.

- I-gel, bag and crike.
- I-gel, please.

Turn off the alarm.

I've never done
a crike before.

No. Mel will do the crike.

You've already had
a busy morning.

Glove up, Mel.

No, I'm doing the crike, doctor.

You would be doing it,
doctor,

if it wasn't an odd day.

Surgery gets even days,
ED gets odd days.

You know this.
For crikes' sake.

That's because you're
all fucking odd down here.

OK, team work, please.
Let's focus on the patient.

I so appreciate
your gracious understanding.

I'll assist in case
she screws up.

Yolanda, play nice.

Sats are up with the I-gel.

You ready?
Hello?

Oh, uh, hello.

You've done this?

Yes, in the cadaver lab.

Let's hope that's not where
this poor soul ends up.

We'll do an open technique
since we have a minute.

OK.

OK, you're going to be
making a vertical incision

to avoid the jugulars
in the carotids.

Mm-hmm, good.

If this was a crike that needed
to happen in seconds,

you could use a 10 blade,
your finger, and a bougie.

This is called a Weitlaner.

And this is your trake hook.

C-spine, head CT, OMF.
Start a propofol drip.

OK, now we're going to make
a horizontal incision

across
the cricothyroid membrane.

Yeah.

4.0 Shiley next.

Get ready to bag the crike.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, good.

Oh, excuse me.

No worries.

End tidal CO2 is yellow.

Yellow is yes.
Nicely done.

Sew it in.
OK, I will be next-door.

Does your resident
know how to suture,

or do I need to teach?

- You're all class, Yoyo.
- I know, thanks.

That means a lot of nothing
coming from you.

- Mel, you OK?
- If you're done fighting.

We're not fighting.
This is playing.

Langdon's too soft to fight.

Oh, yeah, I have nothing
but respect for Dr. Garcia.

In fact, I think she would

make a wonderful hostess
at Applebee's.

Later, Odds.

Let's go.

OK, thanks.

Just received word
your son's head CT is normal,

and he's maintaining
a good heart rate.

- You got him back.
- Thank you. Thank God.

Right now, he's unconscious

with a tube in his throat
for oxygen.

Why don't we step out
for a minute while they

get him settled,
and then you can come back?

You can sit with him
as long as you want.

Nicky, it's Mama.
I'm here, baby.

You're doing great, son.

Blown.

- OK, let's step outside.
- OK.

So we don't know

how long he was at home
without breathing.

- He's breathing now.
- Not on his own.

But he's going to wake up.

We certainly hope so.

We're going
to know better after

we get some more
test results back.

Are you sure that
he didn't take anything

that could have caused this?

No, no, he's a good kid.

He's in college,
he has a part-time job.

He even chose to live at home
so he could focus on school.

Dr. Robby.
From the urine.

What's that?

It's a drug test.

And it is positive
for fentanyl.

No, that is impossible.
Nick doesn't do drugs.

There are a lot of pills
that are sold illegally

that have fentanyl,
not just painkillers.

Xanax, Ativan.

- No, not our son.
- Uh--

Well, maybe he didn't know
that he took something

with fentanyl, I don't know.

The hows and the whys
don't really matter.

What matters is
spending time with Nick.

We've got some
more tests to run.

We'll know our options
after that,

but in the meantime,

why don't you take a seat
and talk to him?

Can he hear us?

You know,
we're never really sure,

so we should assume
that he can.

And we'll come find you
as soon as we know more, OK?

OK.

Can we move Nick Bradley
to a private room?

The kid going to make it?

Didn't he respond to Narcan?

I think his pinpoint pupils
just grew into blown pupils

from brainstem death.

- Shit.
- Yeah.

Not much older than Jake.

Don't go there.

Hard not to sometimes.

Mr. Spencer's room.

Hey, Robby,

Theresa, the mother of the
young man David who bolted,

she's asking for her son.

OK.
I'll be there in a minute.

What is happening?

Uh, his oxygen levels
are dropping.

Mr. Spencer,
how are you feeling?

I don't remember
where I parked.

Mr. Spencer,
do you know where you are?

It's so loud in here.

Dad?
Do you know where you are?

Dad, look at me.
What's my name?

I don't know where my car is.

BiPAP, 15 over 5.

Let's step out.

What's a BiPAP?

It is a pressurized air mask
that can improve his oxygen.

Either his pneumonia
is getting worse

or his heart couldn't
handle the fluids

that we gave him
to treat the sepsis.

His lungs are filling up
with fluid.

Can't you take
the fluid away?

Not without his
blood pressure crashing

with very bad consequences,

so let's just hope
the BiPAP works.

And if it doesn't?

Then I would need
to know your decision

about using
a breathing machine.

We're still talking about it.

Well, we know
he expressed his wishes.

In writing.
"Do not intubate."

We're thinking
try it for a week.

That would be
a very painful week.

He wouldn't get a lot of rest
with all the monitors

and all the blood tests.
He might need to be sedated.

He might need to be restrained

because he'd be
in an unfamiliar place

with a very uncomfortable tube
down his throat.

And he wouldn't really know
what was happening.

Elderly patients
can often develop psychosis.

- But he might get better.
- Or he might get worse.

What would you do?

I really
can't answer that for you.

This is your father.
It's your decision to make.

I can guarantee you

that we will keep him
as comfortable as possible

if a natural death
is what you choose.

But he's not your father.

And he can recover from this.

What my sister means

is that we're still deciding
the best thing to do.

Well, the sooner you decide,
the better.

I'm really sorry.

I wish there was more
that I could do.

I'm not sure that
he has that much time left.

Dr. Robby.

You were right.

She can't say whether
she was bumped by accident

- or shoved on purpose.
- No other witnesses?

No, not really.

We pulled security footage.
Maybe we'll find something.

Hopefully she tripped.

I don't mean
I hope she tripped.

I mean I hope she wasn't
pushed on purpose.

That would this a hate crime.

Yes, ma'am.

- Ma'am?
- Doctor.

Sorry.
I'm--I'm sorry.

No harm, no foul.

Will you let me know
if she says anything else?

Will do.

At the risk of seeming--

Then you probably shouldn't.

- I just--
- No, trust me.

- How do you know--
- I just know.

- I just wanted--
- I know.

Look, I'll let you know
if she says anything else

that could be important
to your investigation.

Thank you.

- You know, for the record--
- Nope.

Any luck getting our
psych boarders upstairs?

Yeah, right, at least
the Kraken's still sleeping.

Is it me or was
that officer--

- No.
- What?

- You don't even know what I--
- What you were going to say?

Maybe you do.

- He seemed nice.
- Absolutely not.

Mm-mm.

There is no possible scenario

in which you and I
have this conversation.

You of all people
should know better.

- I was--
- No.

Just walk away.

Best possible scenario.
Just keep on walking.

Mm-hmm.

You got to lay off mixing
Adderall and energy drinks.

Trust me, I will.

All right. Thanks.

That's the thing about
emergency medicine.

You never know what
you're going to get.

And we get everything.

Is that why you chose it?

Maybe a little.

I also get to pick my shifts,

which, for a single mother,
is amazing.

But mostly, I just like
the people, you know?

They're always there
when you need them.

Who wouldn't want to
be a part of that, you know?

Fuck off.

This is the
monitoring center.

We see that you are not
in your inclusion zone.

Do you have permission
to be outside this area?

Yes, I am at work.

Just like last time
and the time before that.

I'll be right back.

What is the point
of this fucking thing

if it doesn't even work?

Sorry.

You're doing great.
Take your time.

You OK?

I am--yeah.

I get frustrated
when I can't do things,

or at least it looks like it.

Yeah, you and me both.

Thanks, but my frustration
manifests itself emotionally,

and then, uh, I get upset,

and then it looks like
I can't handle things,

and, you know, then I can't cry
in front of the patient

because no one wants
to see their doctor cry.

That's just a big red flag.

You just did a perfect crike.
You're doing great.

Hey, you!
Pasty white!

How about a sandwich?

Uh, what brings you
here today, sir?

I'm here
for a fucking sandwich.

OK.

OK, uh, excuse me...

- Perlah.
- Perlah.

Can this patient
get a sandwich?

I already gave you
a sandwich, Earl.

I ain't ate this whole week.

Sure.

Give him another sandwich.
They're on the food cart.

Just make sure
it's not egg salad,

or he'll throw it on the floor.

OK. Good to know.
Thanks.

Any quick ones up here?

It's only 8:30,
and Robby's already on my case

for being too slow.

I can usually at least
make it to lunch

before he starts hounding me.

Cut him a little slack
today, OK?

It's the anniversary
of Dr. Adamson's death.

That's sad.

But it's still no reason
to take it out on me.

I'm just saying.

- Dr. Mohan?
- Samira, please.

I just wanted to apologize.

When my phone went off earlier,
that was really unprofessional.

Don't sweat it.
Trust me.

We need to laugh.

Otherwise,
we'd never stop crying.

Thank you.

Besides,
with all the craziness

that comes through here
every hour,

nobody cares or notices.

Got an unresponsive
unhoused man coming in.

Might be a good teaching case,
Funky Music.

Let's go.

Caucasian male,

approximately
60 to 70 years old,

found unresponsive.
No signs of trauma, no ID.

On three.

One, two, three.

Oof.
Did you take anything?

I smell the alcohol
from here.

This guy's wearing
the spring, summer,

and fall collection.

Oh! Whoa!

- Jesus, uh--
- Oh, oh, oh!

What the--

Oh!

Uh, what's wrong?
What's going on?

Patient tested positive
for rats.

No.

If it matters,
I only counted three.

Oh, there goes one.

Because your son
tested positive for THC,

the psychoactive ingredient
in cannabis,

we're going to have to
admit him for overnight

observation and monitoring.

And what about his brain?

Is there a chance that much pot
is going to do some damage?

He's only four.

The honest answer
is we don't know.

There haven't been
any long-term studies,

but the fact that this is
a one-time occurrence

suggests that there should be
no long-term effects.

But you don't know.

So my son could end up
with learning disabilities,

psychiatric problems,
or even autism because of this.

There's no evidence
to suggest any of that.

Hello.
I'm Kiara Alfaro.

I'm the department
social worker.

Kiara will help you
navigate the next steps.

What steps?

Well, a case like this

requires mandatory reporting
to child services

- and sometimes law enforcement.
- No.

Why--why do you have
to involve the police?

It's a controlled substance.

They're not taking
my kid away.

- They were pot gummies.
- No one's suggesting that.

Well, fuck your suggestions!
No one is touching my child!

In fact, we're leaving.

Well you--
no, you can't take your son.

He could stop breathing.
He could have a seizure.

- I will observe him at home.
- Amanda, please.

- Fuck off, Drew.
- Get security.

If you can't cooperate,

I'm going to have to ask you
to leave.

Amanda, please.
He needs to stay here.

And you need
to get a fucking hotel.

Your son can't leave
the hospital,

but I can have you removed.

Don't you dare touch me.

Get out! All of you!

Mrs. Jones, I know this
is scary and stressful.

Oh, fuck you! Fuck you!
This is my son.

My son!
And nobody is touching him!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

- How can I help you?
- By backing the fuck off!

Mom's worried about
a CYF investigation.

- Amanda, just calm down!
- OK, OK, OK, enough!

This is a hospital.

This isn't
"The Jerry Springer Show."

Ma'am, nobody's trying
to take your child,

so why don't you
stay here with him

while your husband talks
to our social worker outside

and straightens all this out?

Well, I don't want him
speaking for me and my son.

Well,
it is either you or him.

Your son is not leaving,
but you can be escorted out

and even arrested
if you refuse to cooperate.

Nobody wants that.

So you tell us.
What do you want to do?

- I'm staying with my son.
- OK, great.

You do that.

We all on the same page here?

Thank you, Olsen.

- You know where to find me.
- You OK?

Yeah, we got this.

- All good.
- It's all yours.

Mrs. Jones, we just
have a couple things.

Everything all right
out there?

Yeah, just another day
in paradise.

- How are you feeling?
- Better.

- Where's David?
- He left.

He said he had to
get back to school.

Oh.

Um, maybe you
could try calling him,

get him to come back.

What's going to happen
to him if I do?

Hopefully he'll be willing
to talk to somebody.

- Will you talk to him?
- I can try.

I don't think
he wanted to talk to me.

Have you shared with anyone

about the writings
of his you found?

No.

I didn't know who to tell.

I just don't want
to see him get hurt.

Neither do we.

It's just going straight
to voicemail.

Maybe if you can text him.

He's not texting back.

Oh, I'm sorry about all this.

It's OK, it's OK.

What are you doing for David
is very brave.

I'm his mother.

I'll do anything
to protect him.

Do you think
he would hurt anyone?

No.

But...

I'm sure
a lot of parents felt that way

before their children
did unspeakable things.

Does he have any history
of violence?

Has he ever been
in any trouble?

No, never.

He's very quiet.

And he takes great care of me.

He--he's struggled
with his father's death.

We both have.

Flight is ten minutes out
with an electrocution.

OK, grab Collins.
I'll be right there.

Keep trying to reach him.

If you do,
have someone come find me.

- OK?
- OK.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

- You got some good news for me?
- I sure do.

There are two rooms
in ICU being cleaned.

- They'll be ready by now.
- Great.

And I got bagels
in the lounge.

Nice job.
Thank you.

- Is it true?
- You have to be more specific.

Are there rats in the ED?

Uh, apparently,
if somebody already snitched.

Do you know how bad
this looks?

One more reason
to shutter this place.

Only the emergency department
admits rats.

Emergency department
would never admit rats,

unless they had
the right insurance.

Did you catch any of them?

One, and I charged him
for a full visit.

I'm glad
you think this is funny.

I'm sorry that you don't.

Did you call an exterminator?

He's waiting
on a second opinion.

You're pushing your luck today.

Don't worry.
Last I heard,

they were headed
for the cafeteria,

so they should be dead
within the hour.

OK.

- I'll be here all week.
- Or maybe not.

Drug-seeking woman
kicked off the city bus

for disrupting
and disturbing passengers.

I called 911!

She's been screaming
for narcotics nonstop.

We found an empty Percocet
bottle filled five days ago.

What are you doing?
What are you doing?

She's been uncooperative

and combative
since we picked her up.

Get off her.
Let her go.

Stop fighting.

Calm the fuck down,
or I'm calling the cops.

My meds at home
aren't working!

Please, I have sickle cell!

OK, stop.
Everybody stop.

Stop!

What's your name?

It's Joyce.
It's Joyce St. Claire.

Joyce, is this
your sickle cell pain?

- Yes!
- 10 milligrams of IV morphine.

- You really want 10?
- Yes.

Repeat it in five minutes
if needed.

And she needs a Dilaudid drip.

This is a
vaso-occlusive crisis!

I'm so sorry this happened.

You're going to be OK now.

You're safe here.

Come on.

You're going to be safe here.
I promise.

Just breathe. OK?

Live wire hit
his left forearm,

shocked him once for v-fib.

- Was there a power pole down?
- No, abandoned factory.

We found bolt cutters
at his side.

Got electrocuted.

Was he trying
to steal copper?

Most likely.

Powerline fried his arm,

and the current through his
whole body stopped his heart.

Ready?

Steady, lift.

Add a myoglobin and a CK
to the labs.

Two liters normal saline
wide open.

Dr. Santos,
what are we worried about?

Um, rhabdomyolysis
from tissue damage

can kill the kidneys, ongoing
risk of cardiac irritability.

- Excellent.
- AP pads in place.

Guy fell off
a telephone pole?

- No, he was on a platform.
- Boring.

Cut into a live wire.

Tense ventral compartment.

Set up the STIC
pressure monitor.

V-fib.

- All right, charge to 300.
- Charge to 300.

Am I running this or are you?

- Sorry, reflex response.
- Clear.

Ah, fuck!

Sorry.

So what--what happened?

I bought it
for my girlfriend's dog.

I work nights,
and he yaps all day long.

And when I woke up,
I was wearing it.

Stupid bitch!

Sorry, sorry.

I think she must have
used Krazy Glue.

Yeah, it, um,
it looks that way.

Have you tried
removing the batteries?

Of course.
She glued the case shut.

All right, I think we have
a couple options, Gary.

Um, we can try to find
a solvent that will dissolve

or at least soften the glue
enough for you to peel it off

without taking your skin
with it.

Or, um...

- Dr. Javadi?
- Um...

I--I guess your skin cells
on your neck will naturally

slough off and you should just
be able to remove it in time.

- How much time?
- Um, couple of weeks, maybe.

Couple weeks?

I think this guy's
got scurvy.

What is he, a pirate?

No, he's an unhoused man

who lives almost exclusively
on dollar store ramen.

There's perifollicular
hemorrhage, gingivitis,

bleeding gums, and, um, yeah,

no fruit or vegetables
in his diet.

I suppose that could do it

as long as
you've ruled out piracy.

No parrot, no peg leg,
doesn't reek of sweat and rum?

Well, now that you
mention it, there was a smell.

Probably a pirate.

Tell him to pick up
some vitamin C

next time he docks
at a dollar store.

I can't tell
if you're joking.

No, Captain Scurvy's
got a vitamin C deficiency.

Cheapest way to fix it
is with a daily supplement.

Captain Scurvy
is another joke.

- I'd like to think so.
- It's a good one.

Dr. Langdon, Dr. King,
this is Arthur Carlson

from Children,
Youth, and Families.

He'd like to speak to
the parents of Tyler Jones.

Right, right.

Uh, Mel, would you mind showing
him to Kiara and the family?

Mm. Yeah, right this way.

- Beto?
- Hello, Doctor.

- What are you doing here?
- I'm working day shifts now.

Didn't you retire
a couple of years ago?

No.

- I have to work today.
- Right.

Right.
Just stay right here, OK?

I--I have a lot
of cleaning to do.

Yeah, no,
I'll be just one second.

Hey, Doc, Doc!
How about a sandwich?

Sure, Earl.
Turkey, no egg salad.

I got you.
Just give me one minute.

So Beto said he's working here?

Yeah,
he just started wandering.

Fortunately,
he always winds up back here.

He thinks he still works
in the ED.

I called his family.

They usually pick him up
after a few hours.

Really?

Yeah. It gives them a break.

And look at him.
He's talking to people,

feeling useful,
getting some exercise.

Hell, I wish I was that happy.

You think he's any good
at catching rats?

- Stop.
- Oh, Earl wants a sandwich.

He always wants a sandwich.

Hey, check it out.

I got my kids a puppy.

Cute.
Hope that wasn't your idea.

- Why?
- Seriously?

You really think your wife

needs anything else
to take care of?

- Abby loves dogs.
- I love penguins.

It doesn't mean
I want to take care of one.

I'm pretty sure it's illegal
to own a penguin.

Pretty sure
you're missing the point.

The point is
Tanner promised

he would take care of it.

A four-year-old?
Yeah, OK.

How's she doing?

Still breathing
after 20 of morphine.

How's the pain, Joyce?

A little better.

We've ordered
an exchange transfusion.

Mm.
Figured I needed that.

What's your normal regimen
at home?

90 of extended-release
morphine every 12 hours

and oxycodone
for breakthrough pain,

but it wasn't working.

Starting IV Dilaudid
of four an hour.

You can press this button
if you need a little extra.

That only works once an hour,
though, so don't go crazy.

- Could I confer with you?
- Yeah.

You seem surprised
by the opioid dosage.

- It seemed a little high.
- So was her pain.

How do you know
she's not drug-seeking?

You can't fake
a hemoglobin of 6.

Do you know what sickle cell
crisis does to the body?

Blood cells get caught
and plug up your capillaries

and deprive
all your cells of oxygen.

It's been described
as an electrical stabbing pain

that feels like
it's breaking your bones

and flushing glass
through your body.

I never thought of it
like that.

Little empathy
goes a long way

with those suffering
in real pain.

- Yeah.
- Don't worry.

You'll get good
at spotting the fakers,

and half the time,
all those people need

is someone to really listen
to them and hear their story.

Mm-hmm.

Interior compartment
pressure is 49.

Burn caused massive swelling.

What does he need,
Dr. Santos?

Fasciotomy, but he
still has a radial pulse.

Pressure would have to be
over 100 to lose the pulse,

and at that point,
he'd lose the arm.

49 is enough to destroy
all the nerves and muscles

in a matter of hours.

- Compartment pressure's 49?
- Yeah.

I'm going to make the
initial incision down here.

Ortho can finish it up
in the OR.

Good plan.
I'll let them know.

- Hey, Robby.
- Always good to see you, Fred.

- How do you like my rock star?
- She's pretty good.

She has a great teacher.

Sterile gloves
for Dr. Santos.

Oh, we don't teach forearm
fasciotomies to our residents.

What if she's all alone
somewhere someday

with no backup?

This is the path
to avoid the median nerve

and all major vessels.

Maybe just watch
the first time.

She'll hold the blade,
I'll cut.

10 blade to Dr. Santos.

We'll start proximal.

How much pressure?

Just about this much.

Mm-hmm.

Through the skin and sub-Q.

Good.

How they making out?

They're still talking.

- You OK?
- Yeah, for sure.

I just--I hate seeing families
torn apart.

Oh, they'll be fine.

- How can you be sure?
- They're white.

Probably get off
with a slap on the wrist.

If they weren't,
she'd probably lose her child

and he'd end up going
to jail, but...

Sorry, I did a fellowship
in cynicism.

You sure you're OK?

100%.
I'm just going to get some air.

I am a savage, classy, bougie,

ratchet, sassy, moody, nasty.

I am a savage...

I need help!

I got shot.

Can you guys help?

What's your name?

Alex.

OK, Alex, let me take a look.

It fucking hurts.

Oh, I know.
All right.

We're going to take
good care of you.

- Yeah.
- You guys got it?

Let me get you up here, Alex.

I got you.

I have an abdominal GSW

in the ambulance bay,
code trauma now.

GSW just got dumped
by a homeboy ambulance.

- You got this?
- Yeah, go.

2 grams of Ancef.
Ortho's on their way.

Systolic's only 80.
14 gauge left AC.

We got two units
of whole blood

going on the rapid infuser.

Call the OR.
We'll be right up.

Lungs up.

Do you take medications
every day?

- Any allergies?
- No.

Morrison's is full of blood.
You see that?

- Yeah.
- Tore up his liver.

- What's his name?
- Alex.

Alex, you've lost
a lot of blood.

You need to go to surgery
right away.

Am I going to die?

Not now that I'm here.

Spoken with the humility
of a surgeon.

OR's ready.
How's he doing?

- BP is coming up a bit.
- Let's go.

- Can you call my mom?
- Yep.

- She's the "ICE" on my cell.
- Of course, of course.

So he didn't have
to wait for an OR?

No, we're a trauma center.

We always keep one OR
stocked and ready to go.

Well, that's awesome!

What--what happens if there are
multiple traumas needing OR?

We get a lot busier.

Mr. Milton, I'm sorry.

We had to move you
into the hall.

I know it gets pretty chaotic
and noisy out here.

Mr. Milton?

Hey, hey, Bennet,
wake up for me.

Oh, shit, shit, shit.
Um, I need a little help here!

Help!

When did you
check on him last?

I don't know, around
half an hour ago at most.

- I was waiting on labs.
- What's going on?

It's my gallstone guy.
You saw his EKGs.

Unknown downtime.
He was sleeping in the hall.

Crash cart, let's go!

I got it.

Hold compressions.

Asystole.

Resume compressions,
amp of epi.

Slower, slower tempo,
slower tempo.

- Should I intubate?
- No. Drop an LMA.

We don't want
to hold compressions.

Pupils are fixed and dilated.

He's been down a long time.

How we doing in here?

So much better.

Dr. Mohan, this is my wife,
Ondine.

Dr. Samira Mohan.
Nice to meet you, Ondine.

- Thank you for helping her.
- Of course.

And, again, I'm so sorry
about how you were treated

when you first arrived.

Not everyone who works here

is accustomed to dealing
with sickle cell.

We will be doing
everything possible

from here on in
to manage Joyce's crisis.

In the meantime,
can I get you anything?

I'm fine.

- Ondine?
- No, thank you.

OK. Well, have the nurses
come find me

if you need anything.

Take slow, deep breaths
for me, Ian.

They ordered a neb,
5 albuterol, 125 solumedrol.

All right.

Keep an eye on him
and present to Dr. Langdon.

- OK.
- OK, great.

I'll see you back in triage
once he settles down.

Yeah.

OK, let's take this off.

All right, hang in there, Ian.

This should really help
your asthma.

How can I help you, hon?

Um, I'm looking
for Dr. Langdon.

Yeah, let me see where he is.

Dr. Langdon,
we have a med student

at Central looking for you.

Copy that.
He's headed this way.

Thanks.

Hey, Crash.

You missed
a pretty cool fasciotomy.

I'm not sure
I'd be describing

a fasciotomy as cool.

You would if you were
the one who did it.

How's it going out
in the arrivals lounge?

Do you know anything
about Dr. McKay?

I've been here
for less than two hours.

I don't know anybody,
including you.

I thought you were some kind
of kid genius.

I'm like any other
third-year med student.

Clearly.

Hey, I'm just trying
to break the ice.

I'm not trying to annoy you.

And yet, you're still
calling me Crash

when I asked you not to.

Really?
You're still on that?

Still on that.

Yep. OK, sorry.

I had no idea genius
was so sensitive.

But I get it.
Big brain, big feelings.

Makes total sense.

I'll try to be softer.

We switch out
every few minutes.

- You can take a break.
- I'm fine.

Hold compressions.

Still in asystole.

Resume compressions.

Should we shock him?

You don't shock asystole.

It could be fine v-fib.

- Not a chance.
- OK.

Uh, when was his last epi?

- Three minutes ago.
- OK.

Well, ACLS says every
three to five minute, right?

- So let's push another round.
- Fine.

Robby, Mr. Spencer's adult
children are asking for you.

And the parents
of Nick Bradley,

the fentanyl overdose,
also want to speak with you.

OK.

Three rounds of epi
and then call it.

Mr. Spencer's maxed out
on BiPAP, 25 on 10.

- Sats?
- Not great, High 80s.

Hi. I heard you wanted
to talk to me.

Yeah.
That alarm kept going off.

Yeah.
Why don't we step outside?

The alarm is for low oxygen.

Does he need more
of that, um, BiPAP?

I'm afraid
that's as high as we go.

So the decision
at this point is--

We want you to put our father
on the breathing machine.

Even though that goes
against his desires

to not be intubated?

We're not ready
to let go yet.

And if your father is?

He was a stubborn
son of a bitch

who would never have given up
on either of us.

We're not giving up on him.

You're absolutely certain
you want

to put your father through this
after everything I've told you?

I may have to honor
his advanced directive.

No, you have to honor our
durable power for health care.

If not, we can talk
to your hospital attorney.

Jereme,
you're on board with this?

Yeah, I guess so.

OK. You can sit with him
until we're ready.

- And when will that be?
- Momentarily.

Please don't tell me

you're going to intubate
that poor man.

It's what the family wants.

So what?
They want to torture him?

I explained all that.

If I co-sign, you can
override their durable power.

They're threatening
to go to the hospital attorney.

Let them.
Call the Ethics Committee.

They'll agree with us.

No, no,
you're probably right.

But we don't have
that kind of time.

We are stuck.

- What are you talking about?
- Shit.

What?

I got to go
tell those parents

their 18-year-old son
is brain-dead.

- Want me to come with you?
- No, It's OK.

What are you going to say?

I'm going to say
that it's likely,

but we still need
to do an apnea test

and a cerebral perfusion study.

There's no
cranial nerve activity.

- Those people need some hope.
- False hope.

- Hope is hope.
- Is it?

What, are we praying
for miracles today?

They need time to process

before they can accept
what's happening.

You ever consider
taking that advice?

Physician, heal thyself.

Don't you have patients?

No, no, no, no, no, no.
People wake up from comas.

You can wake him up.

You can do that.
You can--you can shock--

you can--
you can shock him back.

Nick.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Nick.

Please, no!

No change.

No pericardial effusion,

no tension pneumothorax,
no cardiac activity.

Try calcium.
Could be hyperkalemia.

No, his potassium was normal.

- Ready to call this?
- Not yet.

Dr. Robby said
three rounds of epi.

It's time.
Let's push another amp.

This one could do it.

OK.