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Ariel's not overdosing.

- And you are?
- Dr. Reese.

I used to work here.

You got too close
to your patient again.

Lost all objectivity again.

Let's face it,
been an issue before, Sarah.

You arrogant son of a bitch.

You could never fathom
that you might be wrong.

That was the reason I left.

Resignation letter, going to
slip it under Goodwin's door.

Lenox is the future of the ED.
Time for me to move on.

I don't have a family
anymore because of you.

Scream, and I cut
your damn throat.

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

No, no, please wait.
Wait! Please!

Wait!

Hey.

Oh, hey. What's up?

Do you want to go grab a coffee?

You know, I can't.
I got rounds starting in five.

Are you... are you good?

Um...

Carl didn't show up for
our first therapy appointment.

Oh, man.

Do you... do you know why?

He lost track of time, apparently.

OK, that's lame.

- Yeah.
- But don't worry about it.

Totally typical, much harder
to get men to show up

for therapy appointments.
I gotta dash.

But I will come find you later,
and we'll strategize, OK?

- OK.
- Looking forward to it.

[chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

- Come on!
- [slamming elevator]

Oh.

[both grunting]

Hey, hey, call security.
Code Silver. 10th floor.

Oh, no. No. No.

[straining]

[lock beeps]

Ugh.

[grunts]

No!

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

[alarm blares]

[screaming]

[screams]

Stop!

[screams]

Hey, come here.
Come on.

- Come on. Come on.
- [groaning]

[whimpering]
I can't... I can't...

- I can't feel it...
- I got you.

I got you.
I got you.

I need help!
Maggie?

- Get me a gurney.
- Right now, let's go!

- Sharon?
- What the hell happened?

Abdominal stab wound.

We need a trauma room right now.

- She's lost a lot of blood.
- Maggie?

We're going to Trauma 1.
Let's go.

She's been out of it
in the elevator.

- Let's go. Move it.
- Let's rotate.

Line her up,
get her resuscitated

while I get the OR ready.

- Come on.
- Oh, my...

Let's get an IV.

- Bilateral breath sounds.
- Going over you.

Radial pulse
is weak and thready.

- Dr. Archer.
- All right, activate MTP.

2 grams TXA.

- She needs a Cordis. Kai?
- Yeah?

eFAST her.
Get a good look at her heart.

- Already on it.
- Cordis.

We're going to need to intubate.

Heart rate 140.
BP 80/55.

[vitals monitor beeping]

Sharon?
We got you.

We're going to get you
through this, Sharon.

All right, push a dose
of epi so she doesn't code.

10 of etomidate.
100 of sux.

Epi on board.
Etomidate and sux going in.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

No pericardial effusion.

- OK, I'm in.
- Damn it.

[together]
Free fluid in the belly.

Bleeding into her abdomen.

All right,
let's find the source.

- Let's get her to the hybrid.
- All right.

Let's go.

- OK.
- Yeah.

Let's rotate. Here we go.

Let's go. Let's go,
let's go, let's go, let's go.

♪ ♪

I just heard.
I can't believe it.

I should have forced Sharon
to let security trail her.

Just tell me one time

anytime anyone's ever been able
to force Sharon to do anything.

Peter, it isn't your fault,
all right?

Everybody,
law enforcement included,

thought that this
stalker thing was over.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]
Ms. Goodwin's alive.

She's stable.

She's not out of the woods yet.

Bad news is the knife
lacerated her pancreas

and her common bile duct.

Damage is extensive,
but temporized.

Some tough decisions
need to be made.

- Maggie?
- Yeah?

Who's her medical proxy?

Her daughter, Tara.
She's on her way.

All right, let me know
when she gets here.

- Yeah.
- You know...

Just, what...

w-what's really going on here?

She's hour-to-hour, OK?

And we'll see how well
she resuscitates.

And...

you know,
it's a waiting game now.

[sighs]

[police radio chatter]

Thank you.

What's her condition?

Her local wound exploration
was negative.

The knife didn't hit any organs.

That's some kind of luck.

It's not luck.

Ms. Goodwin knows her anatomy.

She was avoiding
the major organs.

Is she dead?

We'll clean her up.
Then she's all yours.

Then I suggest
you get her out of here.

What's going on?
Where's Dr. Reese?

Listen, I completely get
how upsetting this must be.

But the fact of the matter is

that while you're here
at Gaffney,

I'm responsible for your care,
not Dr. Reese.

This is about the pills I took.

Why do I keep having
to repeat myself?

I told you it was an accident.

I just... I just got confused.
That's it.

I believe that you believe that.

Really, I do.

The trouble that I'm having
is that you've been

taking antidepressants
for a long time, right?

And you know that
the appropriate dose

is one pill a day.

So what I'm struggling with

is how could you all of a sudden

just take a dozen,

and it's an accident?

I-I don't know, OK?
I don't know.

But it's not what you think.

Well, what do you think
that I think?

You obviously know
I tried to kill myself.

Well, I mean,
since you bring it up,

Dr. Reese actually
left that part out.

[sighs]
Look, this was not that, OK?

I... I don't want to die.

And you know why?

It's because of Dr. Reese,
because she...

she brought me back
from a very dark place,

so if you don't mind,
I'd like to talk to her now.

There is one more thing
that I think that you have

a fundamental right to know.

OK, which is?

You have not actually
been taking citalopram.

[chuckles]
What are you talking about?

You've been taking a placebo.

A placebo?

Yeah.

So Dr. Reese
lied to me the whole time.

Look, I know that
Dr. Reese was acting

with your best interests
at heart, OK?

You know, she was trying
a new course of treatment

where others had failed.

And believe it or not, placebos,

when used appropriately,

can be effective for depression.

I just don't believe that
that was the case here

and that you have
a right to know that.

I thought I was getting better.

I know it's
a whole lot to process.

[door clicks]

I'm sorry to interrupt,
Dr. Charles.

Do you have a minute?

I'll be right back.

[door thuds]

What?

It's not Sharon.

But I need you to meet me
in the conference room ASAP.

Why?

Look, I know this is
the worst possible timing,

but Dr. Reese filed
a professional misconduct claim

- against you last night.
- What?

I know.

Look, from
the IDPH's perspective,

Ariel Sparkman is
a potential suicide risk

on a 72-hour hold, OK?

If they deem you unfit to
continue as her psychiatrist,

we need to find
a suitable replacement

before the hold ends.

Not to mention,
if this claim is upheld...

I could lose my license.
You have got to be kidding me.

Daniel, I'm sorry, OK?

But, please, we just have
to deal with this now.

Allie, Dr. Abrams
from Neurosurgery.

I've asked him to consult
on your new imaging.

I'm Grace, Allie's foster mom.

So what I'm seeing
is consistent with

progressive Moyamoya disease.
Her carotid arteries are...

Are severely narrowed,
and I'm not getting

enough blood flow to my brain.

[yawns]

Sorry.
This is boring you?

You bore me, Dr. Abrams.

You're reading me a book
I've heard before.

Well, forgive
the redundancy, young lady,

- but you need surgery.
- Oh, I don't think so.

Already had three,
and they didn't do jack.

Allie.

The last so-called surgeon

failed to establish
perfusion to my left side

and didn't even bother
with my right.

Which is why
it's still progressing.

Your history is one
of endless mini strokes,

and imaging shows
some concerning

true strokes as well,
and if that's not corrected...

I could die.

You could suffer permanent,
life-threatening damage.

- Yes.
- Please, save me, Dr. Abrams.

Um, I'd like to
restore blood flow

with the direct bypass
bilaterally today.

Yeah, but there is one issue.

Well, Allie knew
you'd suggest surgery,

so she has a request.

Oh, do tell, Dr. Frost.

Well, she doesn't want
her hair cut off.

The kids make fun
of her at school.

They call me a freak.
I hate it.

All right, that's impossible.

I need the area around
the incision to be cleared.

Hair gets in the way,
and that's an infection risk.

Unacceptable.
I choose death.

DCFS gave signed consent?

- They did.
- Good.

OR is booked for 2:00 p.m.
See you then.

I'm so sorry
about Ms. Goodwin.

Thank you.

It's important to me
that you know

I filed the claim yesterday.

OK, so have either of you
been through

a misconduct claim before?

No.

I've been sued before,
but I've never

been subject to a complaint
from a colleague before.

All right, well,
it's a multi-step process,

the first of which
is to establish

the validity of the claim.

A risk management facilitator
will run the proceedings,

and an expert witness
in your specific field

will analyze the data,
speak to Ms. Sparkman

and decide if it should
advance to the next step.

And they should be
here momentarily.

In the meantime, Dr. Reese,
I'm wondering

if there is a chance that you
and Dr. Charles could resolve

this claim between us,
you know, here and now.

No, I'd like to proceed.

[phone buzzes]

The facilitator
is stuck in traffic.

They send their apologies.
I guess...

Don't worry about it, Peter.

You know, there aren't
any other psych patients

in this hospital that need
my attention right now,

and my best friend
in the world's life

isn't hanging by a thread
a floor below us.

So, yeah, I have
all the time in the world.

No place I'd rather be.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Isn't Allie supposed to
be prepping for surgery?

Allie talked a lawyer
into petitioning

the ward
that greenlit her surgery,

so I've now been forced
to cancel it.

Foster kids have rights too.

Allie, I wish you'd reconsider.

You've known me
three weeks, Grace.

So please be a peach
and butt out.

She won't win, but obviously

protecting her hair seems
to be more important

than protecting her own life.

[exhales sharply]

Allie, you need
to have this surgery.

This is your fault,
too, Dr. Frost.

Me?
How do you figure?

You lied to me.

You told me Dr. Abrams

was the number one neurosurgeon
in the country.

- I am.
- He is.

Not according to the
"Northwestern Journal

of Neurological Medicine."

That distinction belongs to
a Dr. Harrison DeSocio.

Is he available today?

Those rankings
are highly political.

Oh, and you're not
very good at politics,

are you, Dr. Abrams.
What a profound shock.

As you kids like to say,
I'm out.

Allie, is this
really about your hair?

I've been told three times
by three different doctors

that they'd fix my brain.

Every time they say
I have to cut my hair.

Every time they fail,
I end up looking like a freak.

The kids at school are happy
to point that out.

All my life,
I've been the sick kid.

I just want one small piece
of it to feel normal.

Well, you know what?

I think that is completely fair.

- You do?
- Sure.

When people keep
letting you down,

why would you keep
believing them, right?

But, hey, I am not going
to let you down, Allie,

and neither is Dr. Abrams.

Look, middle school
may feel like it's forever,

but it is the blink of an eye

compared to the rest
of your life,

which you won't get to see
if you don't have this surgery.

♪ ♪

I know it feels right now like
you have no choice, I get that.

But, Allie, choice is what lies
on the other side

when you are free
of this disease.

So come on, please,
just drop the petition.

Let us help you.

I'm sorry,

but until you can promise me

that Dr. Abrams
won't touch my hair,

my answer is no.

Um, what's a Whipple procedure?

I would take the head
off the pancreas,

the first part
of the small intestine,

the gallbladder, and the
damaged common bile duct,

remove them, repair and reroute
her digestive tract

so that it functions normally.

That sounds like a lot.

It is, but it would
allow your mother

to live the life she's used to.

Dennis, what do you think?

Sharon's lost a lot of blood.

And if you factor in
her diabetes,

the risk of complications
is pretty high.

Look, I really would like
to move forward.

I've considered all the risks,
and this is her best plan.

And what if we
didn't do the Whipple?

Without the surgery now,

she would need
a biliary drainage bag.

And due to complications
associated with that,

it's likely she wouldn't be
able to eat by mouth again

for the rest of her life.

Her life is our primary concern.

And mine.

But if drainage fails,
I wouldn't be able

to get back in for
at least a year

or longer because
of the scar tissue

from the injury, so...

I can't risk losing mom.

No Whipple.

Of course.
Of course, I understand.

Look, look, I know
that this is frustrating.

When the hell did everybody stop

listening to me around here?

They're just afraid, Dean.
Everyone is.

Yeah, well,
Ms. Goodwin is going to pay

the price for that fear.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Dissect here
with the right angle.

Wait, stop.
What is that?

- [fluid whooshing]
- Biliary drain is dislodged.

The common bile duct is totally
transected at the ampulla.

Bile from her liver,
pancreatic enzymes

are leaking everywhere in the
back wall of the bile duct.

Draining her
isn't going to work.

So we'll have to reattach
the duct over a stent.

No, no.

The damage to the pancreas
and the ampulla,

it'll just happen
all over again.

[soft suspenseful music]

We have to do the Whipple.

We already need
to reattach the duct.

It would be irresponsible
not to do the entire procedure.

Dr. Archer,
we need Tara's permission

if we're going to be
changing course.

No, actually we don't.

It's part of all the other
indicated procedures

on the current consent.

She and Dr. Washington
were very clear that...

Ms. Goodwin is not going
to spend the rest of her life

attached to a bag and an IV.

It's my call, we're doing it.

Hand me the clip and plier.

Hey.
Where's Grace?

Off finding me Jell-O.
She thinks I'm 6.

[chuckles]

I take it you're not
her biggest fan, huh?

She's fine, actually.

But she'll be gone
in a few months.

They always go.

Did you talk to Dr. Abrams?

I did, yes.

But he is not willing
to compromise the surgery.

And, Allie, look,
I totally understand.

I mean, he's just trying
to protect you.

I don't like him.

I think you might.

Look, Allie,
I know a lot of surgeons

have made you promises
that they couldn't keep,

but Dr. Abrams
is not one of them.

All right?
I have full confidence

that he will succeed
where others have failed.

Sorry, no dice.

Yeah, I thought
you might say that,

which is why I brought you this.

I'm not going to let you
cut my hair either.

It took forever to grow it
back out after my last surgery.

Yeah, I bet.

But this is me trying to make
your situation 1% fairer.

I can't make middle school kids
nicer, all right?

But I can make sure that you
don't go through this alone.

So here's the deal,

whatever Dr. Abrams
does to your hair,

you can also do to mine.

- If I'm bald, you're bald.
- Oh, even better.

You get to be the one
that makes me bald.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[razor buzzes]

The other doctors
will make fun of you.

Oh, trust me when I say
they already do, so...

[chuckles]

So? Deal?

Deal.

Yes.

- All right.
- Yeah.

Dr. Cuevas, did you assess
Ariel Sparkman earlier today?

I did.

She adamantly maintained

that yesterday's overdose
was accidental.

Do you think Ariel
is being truthful?

She certainly appears
to believe it.

But?

Well, her behavior
is undeniable.

She took 12 pills she believes
to be antidepressants

when her prescribed dose
is only one,

and I certainly observed
a great deal of anxiety

in my conversation with her,

and in light of
her two suicide attempts...

Two suicide attempts?

Yes, the first was
about eight months ago,

plus the incident
from yesterday morning.

Hold on,
I'm sorry, Dr. Cuevas,

but not only do you work here,
you report to Dr. Charles?

This is a clear conflict
of interest.

Point taken, Dr. Reese,

but Dr. Cuevas
is just an expert witness.

She doesn't decide the case.

And, quite frankly,
given the urgency

with which you filed
your petition,

it was our only option
given such short notice.

Mm.

Please continue, Dr. Cuevas.

Ariel is upset because
she can't see Dr. Reese

while on her
72-hour cycle because

Dr. Reese's Gaffney privileges
were revoked

by Dr. Charles last night.

But she is infuriated
she's being denied

her citalopram dose today
when...

Wait.
I'm sorry, Dr. Cuevas.

You said she was infuriated
that she was denied her...

her dose today?

I told her this morning that

she had been taking sugar pills
for seven months.

Wait, you broke the placebo?

Yes, because
she deserved to know.

I'm sorry, am I
the only one who's lost here?

Wait, wait, so I interviewed
this morning in an attempt

to get some clarity on why
she took 12 antidepressants.

So what we're saying
is that even though

she knew they were placebo,
she asked for them again?

Maybe she didn't believe you.

Or more likely...

she forgot you told her.

Exactly.

I'm thinking EML,
episodic memory loss.

Which would explain
why she didn't remember

taking so many pills.

Yeah, she was confused
because, well,

she couldn't remember.

Maybe even a little embarrassed.

So that's the name she gave it

to make sense of it
that it was an accident.

Which means she isn't depressed

and something else
is causing her memory loss.

That's right,
and the root causes of EML

can be very serious,
so we need to figure this out.

So are we good?
Are we done here?

♪ ♪

Clear the room, please.

- Sure.
- OK.

[vitals monitors beeping]

Tara and Dennis
are asking for an update.

It's all good.
Kai's closing her up,

and then we're taking her
to surgical ICU.

All right, good.
They'll be happy to hear that.

I can't believe
we just did a trauma Whipple.

Make sure
you're closing her right.

Take 1 centimeter
by 1 centimeter

bites of fascia.

We don't want a hernia
after all the work we've done.

This isn't my first
abdominal closure.

[tool clacks]

[alarms beeping]

- What the hell was that?
- Pulse ox is dropping.

Almost done here.

Dean, she's more difficult
to ventilate now.

Peak pressures are high.

Her X-ray showed broken ribs
on the right side.

Right.

Marty, what do you hear?

No sound on the right side.

Trachea's deviated.

She's got
a tension pneumothorax.

- All right, needle her.
- She's in asystole.

14 gauge Angiocath
and get the crash cart.

Damn it.
Push epi!

[monitors flatlining
and beeping]

I'll take over compressions.

- Epi's in.
- All right, pulse check.

No pulse.
Still asystole.

Move over.

Another round of epi.

Come on, Ms. Goodwin.
Come on. Come on.

Ms. Goodwin
is on her way to the ICU.

She's going to be OK.

[soft music]

Thank you, Dean.

- I owe you everything.
- Oh, you owe me nothing.

We all wanted the same thing.

Thank you for saving my mom.

♪ ♪

Graves' disease?
No way.

Physical presentation
doesn't match.

Oh, well,
that's the end of that.

What does that mean?

That you always
have to be right.

I am wrong all the time.

Don't give me that
fake mea culpa BS.

One of your best moves.

Close cousin to
the double-edged compliment...

you build me up and then
tear me right back down.

I might have pushed you
hard on occasion

because I believed in you,
but tear you down?

Give me one example?

You called me
insubordinate and reckless

for using exposure therapy
on a patient.

Could that have been the time
when you let a patient,

who had been having
recurring visions

of stabbing his wife to death,
put a knife to your throat?

Not walking that one back.

My point is you did not
trust me to decide

- how much was too much.
- Trust you to decide.

It was the third or fourth time
you'd crossed that line.

What line?

The line where what was
going on in your own life

compelled you to overpersonalize

your treatment of patients
and put yourself in danger.

- I almost fired you.
- Well, I was a kid, OK?

I was still learning.

And you're one to tell me
about crossing lines.

You?
You gave Tic Tacs to patients

on more than one occasion
and just told them...

Completely different,
and you know it.

How?
Because the only difference

is that it's coming
out of your mouth.

Only you get to decide
how far is too far,

and you just move the line
whenever it suits you.

And this placebo situation
is no different.

Let's just say that we're right

about episodic memory loss.

OK, well, when did it start?

How often did it happen?
Who cares?

You kept prescribing
a fake antidepressant

to somebody who is suicidal.

Ariel tried to commit suicide
while she was on citalopram.

And you and I both know
that one of the most

dangerous proven possible
side effects of SSRIs

is suicidal ideation.

OK?

So I had a hunch that
the pills were responsible,

but Ariel deeply believed
they were helping her,

so I consulted my colleagues

and several significant
new studies

and switched her to a placebo.

Yes, without telling her.

But guess what?
It worked.

Why didn't you tell me
all this before?

Your voice

stayed in my head for so long
after I left here,

and I just went on
second guessing myself,

like I couldn't
do anything right

unless you were there
to tell me so.

So when I learned Ariel
had been brought to Gaffney,

I was admittedly
a little anxious and...

and then also excited because

I realized I missed you.

But then you just
went right back in

with your questions
and your judgments

and I just felt like
a little kid again, OK?

And I hated it.

You want to know
the real reason why

I could never
bring myself to fire you,

and why I kept you around?
The real reason?

It's because
you were right so much.

And I don't mean right in a,
oh, that's a sharp kid.

She's going to make
a great shrink one day.

I mean, in a complex,

diagnostic, like, why didn't
I think of that kind of way.

- Yeah, right.
- You don't believe me?

How about the depressed florist

who you figured out
just had Addison's?

The lawyer couple

who were intent on murdering
each other until you...

Wait.

Could Ariel have Addison's?

Sodium levels are
a big red flag for Addison's,

and hers...
hers were normal.

Yes, but she's been
craving salty foods.

Maybe because her body
is trying to correct

its low sodium levels?

I mean, Addison's and
depression certainly fits.

Why don't we do
a ACTH stimulation,

and if we're right, put her
on prednisone right away?

[phone buzzes]

[sighs]
Sharon's going to be OK.

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

- Maggie?
- Yeah.

[tense music]

Wait.

She's going to live.

She's strong.

Stronger than you'll ever be.

Remember that.

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

How'd you get
the best room in the house?

[chuckles]

Peter Kalmick,
close personal friend.

Oh, yeah?
I know him too.

Hey.

I really thought
we were going to lose her.

Oh, man.
Tell me about it.

You're not going to get rid
of me for a good long time.

- Good.
- [chuckles]

Because I need you
more than you know.

Mm-hmm.

- You know what?
- Mm?

I actually have
a little surprise for you.

Wait a minute.

How much morphine
are they giving me?

[laughs]
Sarah Reese?

It's good to see you,
Ms. Goodwin.

I'm so glad you're here.

So who's next, Will Halstead?

[quiet laughter]

Why are you looking at me
like that, Daniel?

You scared the crap out of me.

Please don't do it again.

I don't intend to.

Anything you need,
anything I can get you?

Yeah,
could you tell Dr. Archer

that I'd like
to see him, please?

I'm, like, fixed?

No more surgeries?

No more surgeries.

That's wonderful news.

And Dr. Abrams
knocked it out of the park.

I'm so glad you think so,
Dr. Frost,

but I do hope the queen
is also pleased?

It depends.

Did you cut my hair off?

Of course I did.
I'm a professional.

Then you better get
your hair buzzer ready.

A promise is a promise, right?

All right,
let's skip the bonding.

I got a surgery, and I need
to check these incisions.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[laughs softly]

Looks like your freak days
are done, huh?

You look lovely.

So...

I didn't cut your hair at all.

I used the braids to part it
along the incision lines,

so it'll take about
a week to heal,

but when it does,
you can let your hair down

and no one will be the wiser.

It was your idea?

Well, it was
Dr. Frost's idea.

A safe, but ridiculous solution.

[exhales]

Nice braiding.

Do you have a daughter?

I do.

And I also have
three older sisters who

forced me to braid their hair
when I was growing up.

Do you think they sometimes
wish they were related

to the number one neurosurgeon
in the country

instead of just you?

[snickers]

But fourth place isn't bad.

♪ ♪

Can you tell him
thank you for me?

You just did.

[both chuckle]

Well, one Sharon Goodwin
was certainly happy to see you.

Look, I didn't mean
everything I said earlier.

Well, you meant some of it.

I mean, at least I hope you did.

I needed to hear it.

Listen,

you're an
excellent psychiatrist,

and if I ever did anything
to make you feel otherwise,

I sincerely apologize.

I'm so glad that
you set me on this path,

and I will be forever grateful.

Want to come work for me again?

Absolutely not.

Want to grab a couple dogs
at Gene and Jude's someday?

- Absolutely.
- Excellent.

♪ ♪

[knocks]

Yeah?

Hey.

Oh, hi.

How you doing?

- I'm good.
- Yeah?

I am so sorry that I
spaced out on our appointment.

Oh.

Anyway, I cannot believe
that Carl, what,

he played hooky
for your first session?

Shrinks.

They're unbelievable.

How do you mean?

Well, you had this
incredibly crazy day.

I mean, I know
that you and Ms. Goodwin,

you're really tight.

Oh, yeah.

Well, at least
she's going to be OK.

That's good, but, you know,
you don't have to be.

This... it's a lot.

You know, I really appreciate
you saying that.

And, yeah, man, upsetting.

But look, her physical injuries
are one thing, right?

But it's, like,
the emotional trauma, that's...

that's going to be
the tricky part.

Mm.

Well, and on top
of everything else,

there's that rumor
that's going around.

What rumor?

Well, apparently
your curly-haired protégé

dragged you in front of
a military tribunal.

A military tribunal?

We figured it out.
Yeah, it's fine.

Look, this may be
incredibly presumptuous of me,

but I think that if the person
you normally download to

is currently in intensive care,

maybe I can be the one
to check in on you?

You know, like, how friends do?

You know what?

That is incredibly thoughtful
of you, really.

I just think that what I need
to do right now is I just,

I don't know, I need a little...

quiet time to process
all this crap, you know?

I totally get it.

I appreciate your understanding,

and it's so nice of you
to come down here.

- I'm here if you need me.
- Thank you.

Thank you so much.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

Wait, Jackie?

Do you mind just before you go

saying a quick hello
to another friend of mine?

Oh, that guy?

Yeah, we go way back.

♪ ♪

You think I'd be
a better patient,

but I just cannot stand
sitting around.

Well, you did almost just die,

so maybe give yourself
a little break.

[knocks]

Where is everybody?

Well, Dr. Asher here
is babysitting me

while Tara and Dennis
grab some dinner downstairs.

Mm.

I'll give you two a minute.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

[whistles] Whew.

The VIP presidential suite.

Man, Kalmick is...
he's really treating you right.

Yeah, he is.

So, be honest with me...

how close did I come?

Candidly, I'd say you had
one foot firmly in the grave.

Whew.

Thank you for your candor.
[chuckles]

I don't know
how much you remember.

Everything.

But, mostly,
I remember your voice

over me as I was drifting away,

so I knew I still had a chance.

I'm just glad
I got there when I did.

You not only saved my life,

but you saved my ability
to live it the way I want to.

You deserve that,
Ms. Goodwin.

Oh, we are so beyond that.

Sharon, please.

OK, Sharon.

You know what else I deserve?

You tearing up your resignation.

Yes, Tara found
your letter in my office.

Yeah, that's
a conversation for another day.

No, no,
it's a conversation for now.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Boy.

I want you to promise me
that you'll stay.

This is highly manipulative,

given you just narrowly
escaped death and all.

Highly manipulative.

But Gaffney needs you, Dean.

[chuckles]

So do I.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]