"Hey, enough." "You've studied that transplant inside and out." "I've never operated on a patient with C.F. before." "Hey, where are we?" "I thought we stopped for coffee." "Joel, I need those." "Joel, I need this surgery to be perfect." "I can't kill the miracle orphan." "Is that what he calls himself?" "The "miracle orphan"?" "He doesn't." "Everyone else does." "Then why am I imagining somebody in robes and sandals?" "He's an 18-year-old with cystic fibrosis whose mother abandoned him at birth." "Okay, now I feel really bad about the whole robes and sandals business." " Carlos!" "¿cómo estàs?" " Dr. G." " How you doin'?" " ¿Todo bien?" "Todo bien." " I got something special for you today." " Love it." " ¿Listo?" " Sí!" " Vámos." " Por supuesto." " ¿Carlitos, tu hijo?" " ¿Mi hijo?" "'ta bien." "Todo bien." "Creciendo." "Està grande ahora." "¿Ves esto?" "Check it out." "Came in fresh this morning." "Beautiful." "For your boots, pàpi." "Muchísimo gracias." "All right." "Joel, I don't have time for this." "Alex, you're wound up tight." "I'm offering you a little release here." "It's like therapy, yeah?" "If I hit this, can I go to work?" "Just one shot." "Miracle orphan." "Okay." "Is that good enough?" "Let's go to work." "Hey, where's Reycraft?" "What's the status on those lungs?" "A trailer jackknifed on the 401 near Belleville." "The whole highway shut down." "It's a parking lot." "What?" "They're stuck in traffic?" "Let's do this, Dr. Reid." "We'll see you in there, Connor." " Ambulance can't get through?" " That's what they told me." "Then we shouldn't prep him." "There's no guarantee Reycraft will get back with those lungs in time." "Connor?" "I just wanted to let you know that there's been a little bit of delay getting your lungs here." "You look worried, Dr. Reid." "I'm not worried." "I'm just anxious to get started." "Tell me about it." "But... try not to worry." "If it's meant to be, then..." "Connor, we are wheeling you out of this O.R." "with a healthy pair of lungs, okay?" "When they start to bleed it means they're clean." "They'd better get here soon." "You made it." "Thanks for not getting us killed." "Thanks for holding on." "Move, move, move!" "Come on!" "We got it!" "We got it!" "Are you ready?" "See you on the other side." "Go ahead, Baumann." "Count backwards from 100." "100... 99... 98... 97..." "Ready to intubate." "Not yet." "Wake him up." "These lungs are dead." "Respiratory rate is up to 30." "You want the bipap?" "Let's try the nebulizer first." ".5 ccs of albuterol and saline." "I can't catch... my breath." "Pulse 140, SATs are 85 on room air." "How's that mask?" "Right here." "You're gonna be okay, Connor." "Just try to rest now." "Good." "You stay with him?" "Of course." "Alex." "These just came in." "Lung function is down to 19%." "We have 48 hours tops before we have to intubate him for good." "I should've left him up here until I knew for sure his lungs were good." "Alex, you didn't have a choice." "You had to start prepping him." "Were there any fatalities in the highway accident?" "Uh, not that I know of." "I didn't stick around to check, though." "I grabbed the first bike I saw and I took off." " So I don't know." " Okay, well, let's call around, find out what happened to the car crash victims." "Maybe one of them didn't make it." "All right, done." "I'll start making the calls." "We should call Neil Rocca, chief of thoracic surgery at Memorial." "If any donor lungs become available," " he'll be the first to know." " All right, on it." "Good morning." "It certainly is." "Okay, why are you making that face?" "I couldn't help but notice that you and Alex came into work together today." "Yeah, her car's in the shop." "Didn't realize it was a source of potential gossip." "So... you and Alex, just friends?" "Is that so difficult to believe, Maggie?" "Joel, how old are you?" "Still haven't learned that men cannot be friends with their exes." "Well... you and I are still friends." "Are we not?" "Hmm?" "Aah, my wife is trying to kill me!" "Ex-wife!" "Ex." "You have the papers with you right now." " Bring 'em." "I'll sign 'em." " Oh, yeah." "I'm gonna bring them, and you will sign them, and I'll hand you the pen." "Zach, talk to me." "What's happening?" "Uh, Louie Garvey fell while painting his house." "That is paint, that's a relief." "A ladder fell on Mrs. Bridgette Garvey." "I'm changing my name back as soon that divorce goes through." "Okay, you wanna go back to being known as" "Bridgette Bridgestone, you be my guest." "Look at what you did to me." " Okay, could we separate them." "Maggie, take... all right." " You're a walking disaster." " Mrs. Garvey, if you wouldn't mind..." " Bridgestone." "Bridgestone." "Take her to bed two, please." " Bed two, now." " Those are my shoes!" "Hello, hi." "Okay, where does it hurt?" " Everywhere." " Vanessa, scissors, please." "Thank you." "Okay, I'm gonna need a C.T. scan of the patient's head." "It's my leg." "It's killing me." "Okay." "Okay, let's get his clothes off, get him to imaging." "I need X-rays of every extremity." "Sounds good." "X-rays on every extremity." " What the..." " Let's go." ""She wanted Sebastian to kiss her."" ""Even if it meant total surrender."" "Mr. Devonshire, do you ever take a break?" "Oh, Violet was in a book club with the ladies in the neighborhood." "She never missed a book." "Romance novels?" "The problems of modern womanhood." "Well, her white blood cell count is down." "Which means the antibotics are working to help fight the infection." "And once the osteomyeltis clears up, she'll have a better chance of waking up." "It's our anniversary tomorrow." "32 years of marriage." "These last three weeks are the longest..." "I've gone without hearing her voice." "I had a patient in July with a-a similar condition, and, um, he managed to make a full recovery." "Well, I should get back to this." ""Yolanda tried to fight the feelings bubbling up"" ""inside her like a volcano threatening..."" ""To engulf her, to swallow her whole."" "We spent every penny we earned trying to make that house our dream home, and now we have to sell it because he can't afford to buy me out." "Why don't you keep it and buy him out?" "Because I hate it." "Fair enough." "The real estate agent told us we had to repaint the exterior to increase curb appeal." "So..." "The open house is tomorrow." "Of course," "He leaves it to the last minute." " Classic." " Mm." "So I go over there to confront him, and then the next thing you know," "Louie's on the ground, the ladder's on top of me." "Which, by the way, is the first thing that's been" " on top of me in months." " Good news." "You don't seem to have any internal injuries." "Just a couple of bruised ribs, okay?" "Okay, Louie, X-rays show, yes, you have a closed tibial fracture and dislocated shoulder." "Shoulder I can deal with right now." "Gonna warn you, this will hurt." "Let's get him some lidocaine and, uh, get me a sheet, please." "You know, everything's fine." "I'm up the ladder, I'm painting the house." "Bridgette comes over and she starts right in on me." ""That is not the red I chose." "I chose safari sunset."" "The only safari that chick's ever seen is "The lion king."" "That's a great movie." "It's an excellent movie." "Anyway, uh, the ladder buckled, and I'm on the ground." "Ouch." "That hurts." "Then you're gonna love this." "Lift your head up" " just a little bit for me there." " There we go." "Thank you." "Ready for this?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah." " Gently..." " Good." "There we go." "Okay." "Here we go." "Let's get him something for the pain right now." "Lovely." "Thank you." "So, Louie, when you fell, how'd you land?" "On my right foot and then, you know, the rest, my body." "Okay, well, your tibia's fractured underneath this nasty-looking bruise here." "This is not the kind of thing that's gonna heal by itself." "So let's get you into surgery." "Surgery?" "Yes." "Uh..." "I have a spot here the day after tomorrow." "I want you to call the cops." "What are you talking about?" "She did this on purpose." "So I want you to call the cops, and so they can come, and they can charge her with conspiracy to commit murder or whatever." "You think this is funny?" "Ah, hysterical, yeah." "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" "Whoa, whoa!" "Oh, that is not good." "Everyone, calm down." "Here we go." "What did you..." " Oh!" "Oh!" " It's okay." "Come back to bed." " Oh, my god." " This is not good." "Morphine, please." "Um..." " Okay, what's wrong with my leg?" " I don't recommend looking at it." "Let's, uh, get him in the O.R." "This thing can't wait." " Okay, here we go." "Let's go, let's go!" " Move!" "Good news... his head is okay." "Okay." "Looking for something?" "Yeah." "I had a-an osteomyelitis patient earlier this year and I wanted to review the file." "Now I can't seem to find it." "Come to think of it, none of my case files are here." "Ask Dawn." "She was poking around there this morning." "Did she say what she was looking for?" "Something about revamping the filing system." "Although, if you ask me, the chief of surgery should have better things... to do." "And I'm talking to myself." "Part of the rumors circulating about..." "Dr. Bell?" "Can I help you with something, Dr. Harris?" "Everything all right, Dr. Bell?" "Everything's fine." "Dr. Murphy, may I have a quick word?" "Just take a minute." "I'd like you to come and see me tonight before you leave, Dr. Harris." "You wanna tell me what's going on?" "Dr. Bell just wants to ask a few questions about your behavior." "What kind of questions?" "Charlie, as your doctor, I cannot disclose anything that goes on in our sessions." "I mean, even if I could, what would I say?" "You had some concerns about your mental health." "We've addressed them, treatment's going well." "Medication is working." "You're taking your medication, right?" "Of course." "So there's nothing to worry about." "Everything is fine." "I should get back in there." "Thank you, Gavin." "You are the best." "Okay, before you say anything, yes, I can see you." "No, you're not dead." "You're in a coma." "But you can see me?" " Yeah." " Oh, dear." " We really need to have this conversation..." " This is weird." "Isn't there something you can do for me?" "Maybe there's something you can do for me." "That's 15 minutes." "Let's get him back on the nebulizer." " Same cocktail?" " Yes." "Hand me another towel, please." "Good man." "Can you imagine if every time you coughed up a wad of mucus, people cheered?" "No, I can't." "Just a few more breaths for me." "This is me in a cape." "From the kids from the C.F. clinic?" "Mm-hmm." "This one's from Jamie." "He's 10." "Spent his last two birthdays in the hospital." "This one's from Mackenzie." "Her twin sister died of C.F. two years ago." "Everything okay?" "It's just..." "Being the C.F. poster boy, it's a lot of pressure." "You give them hope." "So when I'm gone?" "We're a long way from that, Connor." "We're not giving up yet." "Someone here to see you." " Hey, Cade." " Hey." "Okay, six feet back." "You know the rules." "No cross-contamination." "This is Cade." "He's one of my friends from the C.F. clinic." "He just wanted to come by to say hi." "Make sure you got the cards." "Yeah, man." "I barely have enough room to put 'em all." "The red one's mine." "Here." "I love it, thank you." "You get your new lungs?" "Um..." "Minor glitch, but they're working on it." "Right, Dr. Reid?" "Absolutely." "How we doing?" "All right, well, you have my cell number." "Thanks." "Anything promising?" "Everyone in that accident pulled through." "Did you call Dr. Rocca?" "Alex, there aren't any lungs coming." "Okay, just a little further." "All righty." "Guidewire is in place." "Pass the rod." "Thank you." "Time to earn the big bucks." "Hammer." "Let me get this straight." "You want me to sneak into the chief of surgery's office and eavesdrop on the conversation she's having with your psychiatrist?" "That's the gist of it." "Yeah, mm-hmm." "I don't know, doctor." "I-I don't feel good about listening in on people's private conversations." "You're a ghost." "That's kind of what you do." "Well, it-it, it's difficult." "But I-I really try not to eavesdrop." "Okay." "You're a principled woman, and I respect that." "But my job may be on the line here." "So please." "Why?" "Have you done something wrong?" "That's what we need to go find out." "Oh." "Then I'll help you." "Oh, I see." "Tit for tat." "I-I scratch your back, you scratch mine." "Right." "Office, end of the hall." "Leaving the O.R. in the middle of a surgery?" "Does that seem like sound surgical practice to you?" "I'm not a surgeon." "Wouldn't know." "Don't get cute with me." "Dr. Bell, I have patients to see this morning." "Is one of those patients Charlie?" "I've seen him leaving your office." "You know I can't discuss a patient with you." "Dr. Murphy, I am just trying to get to the bottom of this before someone gets hurt." "If the college starts digging and they find..." "Charlie could lose his license." "If I shared your concern, I would say so." "Okay." "If Maggie was hurt, would you let Charlie operate on her?" "I don't believe this." "He didn't say "no."" "He just... didn't answer the question." "Yeah, not exactly a glowing endorsement." "No, I suppose not." "She actually said I could lose my license?" "If there was an investigation, yes." "I don't believe this." "Well, if it's an consolation, the two of them seem to care an awful lot about you." "It's not." "So... tit for tat." "What I need from you is to tell my husband to move on." "Otherwise, he'll just waste his life, sitting there, waiting for me to wake up." "We can put him on a novalung." "It's not a total fix, but we can bridge him for a few weeks while we wait for new donor lungs." "No, his immune system is already compromised." "The infection risk with implanting a novalung might be too high." "Well, we can put him in isolation to protect him." "Look, if we bridge him, he'll have a lower post-op success rate." "Not that much lower." "But it's lower." "Dr. Reycraft speaking." "Uh, we're in the lounge." "Why?" "What?" "Oh, okay." "O-okay, okay." "Did they find us some lungs?" "No." "But Dr. Rocca is here." "What?" "Dr. Rocca." "Dr. Reid." "I heard my favorite intern had a problem with a set of lungs this morning." "Now you must be Dr. Reycraft." "You're the one that pulled the stunt on the motorcycle?" "Yes." "Reckless." "This is Dr. Shaf Keshavjee." "Dr. Keshavjee, I've heard so much about you." "It's an honor." "Nice to meet you both." "What are you doing here?" "Well, our morning opened up, and I thought we'd bring you a little gift." " Is that what I think it is?" " Oh, yeah." "You got it to work?" "Damn right we did." "Still got those lungs?" "Oh!" "How are you feeling, Connor?" "Dr. Reid, I want you to know that I really appreciate everything you'd done." "I'm not ready for your farewell speech." "I've accepted it." "I think maybe it's time you did, too." "Connor..." "My lungs are shutting down, and I am going to die... soon." "I'm out of miracles, Alex." "Well, I'm not." "Okay, Louie, it's completely normal for your throat to be a bit sore after surgery because of the intubation." "Let me introduce you to your new leg." "Gonna be a little difficult getting through airport security but you're all right." "He doesn't like to travel." "Bridgette, what are you doing here?" "Did you change the locks?" "Oh, my god." "He changed the locks." "The open house is tomorrow." "Can I have the damn key, please?" "Awkward." "Thank you." "See you later, gimpy." "Good riddance." "What's wrong with my voice?" "You sound like Kathleen Turner right now." "Seriously, what's wrong with my voice?" "Open your mouth for me." "Ahh." "Serious laryngeal swelling." "Louie, can you clear your throat and count to five for us?" "One... two... th..." "Okay." "There's something." "It's..." "This is wrong." "Louie, one of your vocal cords might be experiencing a degree of paralysis." " Paralysis?" " Yeah." "Like paralyzed?" " Well, that's not usually..." " This is all your fault." " Are you for real?" "!" " This is..." " Okay, come with me." " How is this my fault?" "Why do you blame everything on me?" "I had nothing to do with this." " Let's just take this outside, please, okay?" " Oh, my god." "Take a few deep breaths for me." "Can you do that?" "Yeah." "Sorry." "Louie's recovery's gonna be a very painful one, all right?" "I think it might be best if the two of you just separate for a little while." "I'm not a bad person." "Nobody's saying you are." "Okay, look, relationships are complicated." "I understand." "When we bought this house, we were gonna fix it up and make it perfect and grow old together." "And then we just couldn't agree on anything." "Well, then, I hope the open house goes well, 'cause it sounds to me like it's best for both of you once you move on." "Yeah." "I've been horrible, haven't I?" "He drives me crazy, but I don't want to see him suffer." "I don't." "So is there anything I can do before I go?" "Why don't you go down to the cafeteria and get him some soup or something?" "He missed his lunch, so..." " Okay." " Okay?" "Thank you, doctor, for being so kind." "I certainly haven't earned it." "You must be Connor." "I'm Dr. Rocca." "Hey, wanna see something cool?" "What is that thing?" "That is the ex vivo lung perfusion machine or as the cool kids used to call it, the E.V.L.P." "I like to call it the EVLP." "It allows us to nurse lungs to optimum health before they're transplanted." "Those are the lungs from this morning." "But I..." "I thought they were no good." "They weren't." "We're fixing them." "See, your new lungs are hooked up to a ventilator and some pumps and some filters, and we are treating them with a solution and with all kinds of nutrients and medication and unicorn tears." "As the lungs breathe on their own, the solution works its way through them, and helps them heal." "Hey, you a baseball fan?" "Sure." "Yeah, me, too." "You see the retractable roof?" "We modeled it after the skydome." "You invented this thing?" "Well, me with Dr. Keshavjee." "They've been working on it for years." "Could I have a moment?" "We'll be right outside." "Thank you for the machine." "Well, I was using it to keep an old sponge cake alive, but I figured this probably took precedence." "You're still telling lame jokes." "Hey, I got a million of them." "Ain't none of 'em funny." "And you still get that worried look in your eyes." "How are you, Alex?" "How much time do you have?" "For you, I got all the time in the w..." "So close." "Oh, I think I won a cruise." "Go." "Dr. Rocca here." "Yeah." "Listen." "You've been in a coma for three weeks." "Three weeks." "That's hardly game over." "Trust me." "I would know." "I-I-I'm not gonna wake up, Charlie." "I can feel it deep down." "I am not gonna ask that man to give up on you." "He has been in that room, at your side, all day, every day, reading those books." "Those books are horrible." "I only joined a book club so I could drink wine and eat cheese with my friends." "I can't deal with this right now." "What are you doing?" " I'm saving my job." " But you promised me you'd help me." "I don't care what I promised you," "Or what you think you need, okay?" "Not today." "All right, ladies and gentlemen, we are here to perform a bilateral sequential lung transplant on an 18-year-old male with cystic fibrosis." " Okay, you ready?" " Ready." "All right, give the lady a knife." "You want me to take the lead?" "You were gonna do it this morning." "Well, you're the expert you're here now." "I haven't done a lung transplant on a patient with C.F." "Alex, let's go." "Victor." "Welcome to thoracic park." "Oh, I'm tired." "I need caffeine so bad." "So get yourself a coffee." "I can't." "I promised Gavin I'd only have one cup a day." "Why on earth would you do that?" "Makes me jittery." "So eat spinach." "It'll give you, like, a magnesium boost." " Joel." " Mm-hmm?" " Woman complains." " Mm-hmm." "She wants sympathy, not nutritional advice." "It's what I like to call nutritional sympathy." "You've gotta read between the lines with me." "I'm mysterious, almost." "Like a complicated onion." " Oh, yeah?" " Mm-hmm." "I'm glad we remained friends." "Yeah, me, too." "But if you think you can do the same with Alex, you're kidding yourself." "What are you saying?" "She's the one that got away." "Dr. Goran, Dr. Lin." "Please report to room C-28." " It's Louie's room." " Yes." "What's going on?" " He's having trouble swallowing." " Okay." "There's eggs in that soup." "She must've put eggs in that soup." "She knows I'm allergic." "Airway's closing." "Uh, hit me with .4 megs epinephrine." "Way ahead of you." "Thank you." "Just try and relax, Louie." "Any better?" "Wait for it." "Anything?" "Okay, epi's not making dent." "There has to be something else going on here." "My ex-wife's trying to kill me." "We gave him an anti-inflammatory to ease the swelling." "He's sedated and comfortable." "I don't get it." "Look it, the X-rays look normal." "I have no idea what's causing these manifestations." "What about the head C.T. Shahir ran?" "Absolutely clear." " Let me bring it up anyway." " Go for it." " It's normal." " Yeah." "No skull contusions, no cranial swelling." "Hold on." "What's that?" "He has a sternoclavicular joint dislocation." "Okay, so, we didn't paralyze his vocal cords, and his wife isn't trying to kill him." "His ex-wife." "This stuff is like tar." "Scar tissue and mucus." "It's like biological superglue." "I can't see where his lungs end and his ribcage begins." "Damn it!" "I nicked a vessel." "Suction." "Okay, we're good." "Slow down, Dr. Reid." "You only get one shot at this." "You wanna do it right the first time." "Right." "Okay, main vessels are dissected." "Stapler." "Mets." "One more snip." "Okay, we're clear." "Reycraft." "Okay, all right." "Come to papa." "Well, you found me." "Big surprise." "What are you doing down here?" "Whatever it takes to make you disappear." "How many of those have you taken?" "Well..." "How many of those pills have you taken today?" "I think you should call Dr. Murphy" "And tell him where you are and what you did." "I didn't do anything." "I just... wanted you to go away." "Charlie." "Charlie!" "Okay." "Bronchus is attached." "Fill it up, George." "Removing the cooling jacket." "All right, let's see what this kid can do." "Wait." "What is it?" "Well, you said it yourself, there's no do-overs in lung transplants." "So I'd just, uh, I'd like to have a couple of seconds." "Okay." "Okay." "Moment of truth." "Removing the clamps." "They look good, Dr. Reid." "They're looking really good." "All right, I'll close up from here." "Thanks." "All right." "Suture." "My shoulder blade disconnected from my rib cage?" "I didn't even know they were attached." "Yeah, when you fell off the ladder, you tore the ligament that connects the two." "And that's why I sound like this?" "Well, the injury causes some severe swelling, which put pressure on your vocal cords." "Can you fix it?" "'Cause I love Kathleen Turner as much as the next guy, but..." "Yeah, we booked you for surgery on Wednesday, at which stage we're gonna make a-an incision over your chest and we're gonna pull that clavicle back into place." "Yep, and then I'm going to harvest a tendon from your forearm, and Dr. Goran is going to use it to attach your clavicle back to the breastbone." "How long will I be laid up?" "Uh, five or six months, approximately." "I mean, yeah, it's a long rehabilitation process." "Guys, we're selling the house." "I-I won't have a place to live in a week." "And you're gonna need some help with daily activities like showering, dressing, the whole deal." "I'll do it." "No." "You won't." "I cancelled the open house." "What?" "Bridgette, why?" "Because Louie, you're a mess." "I just watched your shin bone pop out of your leg this morning." "And believe me, that's gonna give me nightmares for a long time." " Good." " Louie." "I'm sorry." "Me, too." "And I wanna help you." "You need a place to recover, and we still have the house." "I'm gonna kill you, and then you're gonna murder me." "Well, we can always set you up with a personal support work if you'd rather do that." "That's-that's..." "No, I wanna do it." "I'm gonna do it." "Just till you're back on your feet." "Louie, you need a friend right now." "And I was really good at being your friend." "Why don't we let you two figure out the details." "Let's do that." "Okay." "Charlie, can you hear me?" "Charlie?" "Whoo." "Well, you were really in the zone there, Dr. Reid." "I learned from the best." "Are you happy here at Hope Zion?" "Define happy." "Well, if you ever want to transfer to Memorial," "I can give you a hand." "Oh, that would only leave you with one." "Ha ha!" "I've got a million of 'em, and none of them are good. (clicks pen" "It was an honor sharing the O.R. with you today." "The feeling's very mutual." "Mr. Motorcycle." "Reckless, yes." "No, no, no, "reckless" was the wrong word." " "Audacious" is the word I meant." " Mm." "And very cool." "Good work." " And, Alex..." " Yes?" "That worried look, it's gone." "Shut up." "Gotta go." "Good work." "Thank you." "You, uh, you two were a thing when he was your adviser?" "No, he was my breakup buddy when I left Joel." "Pfft." "Wish the leading thoracic surgeon in the country was my breakup buddy." "Hey." "You'd have to have a girlfriend first." "Ooh!" "Charlie?" "Where's Violet?" "Your coma patient?" "She's in her room." "Where else would she be?" "That's not what I meant, Dawn." "You look like hell." "Yeah, that's because I, um, I just woke up from this bad dream where you were trying to get me fired." "I'm trying to protect you." "Yeah, this is the part where you also tell me that no one knows me like you do, right?" "Well, it's true, isn't it?" "I've been digging through your case files because I'm concerned about you." "But don't worry, you're safe." "What do you mean?" "I've gone through every one of your files for the last eight months, and you have the lowest mortality rate in the hospital." "You're the best doctor I have." "I'm still here." "For at least the next 30 years, I'd say." "How are you for pain?" "I feel... good." "Sounds great." "So tell me, what is the first thing you're gonna do when you get out of here?" "I have no idea." "I'm so used to just trying to get through the day." "Hey." "You can come a little closer." "Can I give him a fist bump?" "How about we do a relay?" "Pow." "Thank you." "Talk to me about electroconvulsive therapy." "E.C.T is an extreme measure for treating psychiatric disorder." "You're not there, Charlie." " Not even close." " No, no, no, I mean, medically speaking, how does it work?" "Brief electrical charge stimulates the brain." "Like a seizure would." "Exactly like a seizure, yeah." "And could that stop you from seeing things?" "It could." "Huh." "Charlie?" "You okay?" "I don't know." "You look a little pale." "How are you feeling?" "Better." "I feel better." "That's yesterday's paper." "Really?" "Mm-hmm." "Oh, yeah." "Thought it looked familiar." "So..." "I hear Connor's doing very well." "He is." "Awesome." "You ready to go?" "Joel?" "Mm-hmm?" "Can we talk?" "Yes." "So this thing that's going on between us, the hanging out thing." "It feels a lot like it did last time, right before we got together." " Yeah, when I... screwed everything up." " Mm." "Yeah, I'm not gonna do that again." "So, what is this?" "We're just friends?" "Um, no."