"Okay." "What do we got?" "Patient called 9-1-1 for acute onset worst headache of life." "Nausea and visual changes." "B.P.'s 147/89, heart rate's sinus, tach in the 120s." "Help me." "Everything's blurry." "I-I... my hand is numb." "Okay, possible aneurysm." "Let's go straight to C.T., and then I'll tap her." "Wait, I have a backpack." "Don't worry." "No, I came in with a red backpack." "The medics will bring it right in." "Don't worry about it." "You need to go back to the exam room, Mr. Neville." "Hey, I like how you look in those scrubs." "Thank you." "But we bring the test to you." "I don't want you to put anything up my bottom." "We'll try not to." "I just need you to go back and sit and wait for me." "I'll wait for you all night." "Okay." "Great." "Fine." "Uh, actually... whoa." "Um..." "Over there." "Oh, yeah." "Just..." "Getting my bearings." "Okay." "Right there." "Can we stay out here a little longer?" "I hate being stuck in my room." "I know you do." "It's just what's best for you." "But here, I do have something for you." "Something even better than a parking lot full of sun?" "I don't think so." "Hmm?" "Don't be so sure." "What..." "Is that..." "Turkish delight." "Just don't go selling out to the ice queen like Edmund." "Never." "You can have some after your percussion therapy." "You gotta wait for me, though." "Not now?" "Man." "Man." "Ugh." "No." "Now." "Mm." "Ooh!" "Let's get you back, get you to your breathing treatment." "Okay." "Do we have any more signs?" "What are they doing out here?" "And in their regular clothes?" "We are on strike, honey." "It's like seeing your teacher at the grocery store." "In her underwear." "The hospital promised us raises three years ago and still hasn't followed through." "And they always have us working shorthanded." "Do you have anything to do with this?" "I do not, ma'am." "No way." "In fact, they're the real bosses." "Don't forget that." "We're all on your sides." "Good luck." " Thanks, drew." " Bye, guys." "All right." "Hey, Bri." "Hey, Dr. Toph." "Hey." "And what do you want?" "You could catch more flies with honey, Mollie." "Oh, so now I'm supposed to provide you honey?" "I just need you to tell me where the EKG paper is and the handheld urinals." "Ask the scabs you called in to replace us." "Throw me a bone, ladies." "Only two scabs have shown." "We're on the same side." "We're all getting screwed by the hospital." "Some of us are getting screwed just a little bit more, Toph." "Yeah." "Come on." "It's the patients getting screwed now." "You're really gonna go there?" "You're gonna put that on us?" "You need to take those handheld urinals and shove them straight up your..." "If could find them, you know?" "But..." "Okay, I need you to draw a rainbow on Mr. Neville and get it to the lab stat." "Absolutely." "Um, where are the I.V. Start kits and the saline bags?" "Yeah, uh, they're in the supply chest down the hall." "Which supply chest?" "And where's the lab?" "Should I be taking notes?" "Uh, never mind." "Never mind." "Uh, Shannon." "Can you draw blood on Mr. Neville?" "Yeah, but, uh..." "Shoot." "What?" "Paul." "Over there." "So?" "So I sort of slept with him." "What?" "I already regret it, so a little less shock would be appreciated." "How did this even happen?" "A little vulnerability, maybe some hormones." "But now he's gonna get all weird and clingy and maybe even cry in front of me." "I mean, you know him, and I really don't need that this morning, so..." "Hey." "Hey." "Mm, seems fine." "Oh, my god, I was dying." "Man, be cool." "Yeah, I just..." "I don't want her to think that" "I'm not interested, you know, because I am." "I mean, like, really interested." "M-maybe I should..." "You know what?" "I'm gonna..." "I'm gonna text her and explain..." "look, hey, hey." "You did... you did me this favor in return for my advice, so I'm gonna something for you." "Give me your phone." "Wait." "Oh, no... okay." "Man, hey, play it cool, all right?" "She thinks you're too into her, she'll drop you like a bad habit." "Now just remember what I told you." "That women..." "Women play the game." "Right, exactly." "You got it." "Okay." "So... so keep it cool, man." "Trust me." "I promise you, it works." "All right?" "Right." "Can I talk to you, Kenny?" "Privately?" "Yeah." "I might need my phone, though." "Hey, you... you know I was just playing, right, Joce?" "Yeah, I don't care about that." "That's after hours." "But right now, you're our union liaison." "We've walked out and you're walking in?" "Oh, no, I'm not here to nurse." "No, I'm here for Lauren." "You know, she's the..." "The high school soccer star I've been training." "She's been sick for weeks." "She might have pneumonia." "She has practice, then school, practice, and so this is the only time she could come by." "There are other people here to help." "The scabs?" "Oh, no, no, no." "No, no." "No, she's come way too far to get lost in the shuffle." "There's a recruiter coming on Thursday." "She's got a shot to be the first in the family to go to college." "But she's gotta be on, not sick." "I heard that." "And I'm not sick." "I'm just feeling a little tired 'cause you work my ass into the ground." "I only give you what I know you can handle." "Mm." "Okay, well, I get it." "So get her checked in and get your butt outside on the line." "My bad." "Did I get you in trouble with your girlfriend?" "Nah, it's just some work stuff." "Mm-hmm." "And she's not my girlfriend." "Oh, so is that why she hangs around the gym all the time?" "It's just work stuff?" "That's cool." "Mind your own business.- " " Let's get you in to Dr. Cummings." " Yeah, all right, coach." "Oh, hold on." " It's a mom check in." "I gotta take this." " Yeah." "Hey, ma." "Um, uh, where's the ambulance that brought me in?" "In the parking lot." "This is sort of my first day..." "No, I gotta find my backpack." "Well, I could get that for..." "Okay, maybe not." "You better get your ass out there, Kenny." "Mollie's gonna kill you." "Oh, uh, EKG paper?" "Please help me." "Oh, under the counter in the box marked "EKG paper."" "Have you seen Paul?" "No." "We need to get our nurses back." "Tell management, not us." "Yeah, we did." "Management's taking their own sweet time with negotiations." "Okay, has anybody seen my patient?" "I dropped her off in C.T. five minutes ago." "She went to go get her backpack." "Sorry, you let a patient that came in, in an ambulance walk out of the E.R.?" "Oh." "I-i, uh..." "To get the backpack that's right there at your feet?" "Oh, jeez." "The paramedics must've brought that in." "I-I'll go take it back to her." "Where's the John?" "No, Mr. Neville." "Uh, did you see a woman come out here?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, ma." "Okay." "Yeah, I'll be home soon." "Yeah, bye." "Lauren!" "Lauren!" " Mr. Neville?" " Mr. Neville!" "Lauren!" "Lauren!" "Lauren!" "Lauren!" "Oh, god." "Oh, god." "You're okay, Lauren." "It's gonna be okay." "You're okay." "It's gonna be okay." "Wake up." "Wake up!" "Come on, Lauren." "I got you." "Aah!" "My leg." "My leg." "My leg!" " I got you." " Aah!" "My leg!" "Oh, god!" "Help!" "I need help!" "Tee!" "Tee, I need you!" "Okay." "You're okay." "Her leg is hemorrhaging." "We need to get a tourniquet on it." " Hand me that blood pressure cuff." "Go." " Aah!" "I got you, okay." "I need you to get me a milligram of Dilaudid or morphine, whatever you can get." "All right." "Okay." "We were in pre-op when we heard the explosion." "What the hell happened?" "It's an I.E.D. Pipe bomb, pressure cooker." " It was filled with bolts, I think." " Was this a terrorist act?" "I think we gotta assume the worst." "Okay, Kenny's off to get some drugs, all right?" "He's so slow." "I..." "I can beat him in my sleep." "Attagirl." "Attagirl." "You're gonna be okay." "Here he comes." "Hey." "We gotta get her leg to the O.R., okay." "Get me a gurney now." "Okay." "Wait, I have a backpack." " Don't worry." " No, I came in with a red backpack." "The medics will bring it right in." "I got you." "Yeah, this way." "Can you walk?" "We need to get these victims treated, account for survivors." "No, we need to clear a perimeter." "We're not the cavalry, drew." "We're doctors." "Listen up!" "If you're hurt or bleeding, we're gonna help you." "But if you can move at all, you need to move towards the elevators, away from points of access." " Open tib-fib fracture." " Yeah, I agree." "Uh, possibly grade 3, lots of contamination." "Let's get her up to the O.R. let's go." "Hold on, hold on, hold on!" "SWAT is sealing off everything." "We can't go up to the O.R." "You've gotta be kidding me, man!" "I think I know who did this, okay?" "She was my patient." "She had a red backpack." "It was large enough to have a pipe bomb." "That's what I'm saying." "Okay, that's what terrorists do." "They wait for first responders to arrive, they detonate a second device." " Yeah, I saw that in "the hurt locker."" " Yeah, and I, I lived it." "They could also be waiting for us to load our patients" " into ambulances and pick us off outside." " Well, you gotta make a call." "Topher, we gotta do surgery right now." "Come on, come on, Topher." "What are we gonna do?" "Come on, Toph." "We're staying here." "No!" "You're wrong, okay?" "We gotta go back..." "We could lose people in the transfer!" "I'm your commanding officer here." "Until SWAT secures the perimeter, we keep everybody safe." "We need to know what's going on." "All right, Kenny, trauma 2, that's our new O.R." "Tee, go give SWAT a description." "Everybody else, continue triaging." "We gotta go to trauma!" "Multiple lacerations with deep glass under the skin." "We need to get this cleaned out." "Hey." "Are you okay?" "No." "No, I'm not okay." "I'm scared to death." "Shannon, you can be scared, but you need to focus." "Aren't you freaked out?" "Yes, but we have a job to do." "Okay, I need you to go and get suture kits, kerlix rolls, and all the o-neg you can find." "Yeah." "Yeah, okay." "You good?" "Uh-huh." "Okay, go, quickly." "I can't get to you now, Bri." "It's all closed off." "I'm scared." "There's no nurses and no doctors." "No you." "I know." "I know." "But I called up some of the orderlies who work up there." "They're gonna come hang out." "I gotta work now, okay?" "Okay." "I'll tell you what." "You can have some of that Turkish delight now." "How does that sound?" "Great." "Except I left it down there." "I'll get some up to you as soon as I can." "I promise." "Okay." "Achilles tendon rupture and she's got a tear to her popliteal artery." "Got sterile gowns, sterile drapes, a ventilator." "I saw an orthopedics kit outside." "Kenny, you need to go rest that shoulder." "Yeah, you landed pretty hard." "Look, look, look, I'm the only nurse you guys got." "So let's just focus on Lauren." "Okay, I'm gonna place an ex-fix, hopefully stabilize this leg enough to avoid any more vascular injury." "Go grab that kit." "All right." "We need some extra hands." "And Shannon could use help pulling glass out of Mr. Neville." "The E.R.'s sealed off, so it's just us." "Paul, I got this." "Go help." "Okay, okay." "Of course." "Just got word from the parking lot." "We found a woman fitting your description sitting in a truck." "What can I do?" "There may be more casualties out there." "When they're ready out there, you should go." "We got this." "Okay." "Driver, step out of the vehicle!" "Step out of the vehicle!" "Show me your hands!" "Walk toward my voice." "Slowly." "I said slowly!" "Stop!" "Get on your knees!" "Stop!" "I said stop!" "Do it!" "Keep your hands where I can see 'em!" "Stop!" "What the hell are you doing?" "!" "I don't get to her, she's gonna bleed out." " And you care?" "!" " No, I only care if there's another bomb." "She's the only one who can tell us." "Aah!" "That hurts!" "It hurts!" "Yeah?" "It's gonna hurt a whole lot more if you don't tell me if there's another bomb." "You can't do that." "You're a doctor." "No, no, it's just you and me here." "I can do what I want." "Ow!" "I can pull this out the hard way." "There's no more bomb." "There's no other bomb." "I swear." "Please stop!" "Now why did you do this?" "Because you deserved it!" "White count's over 20,000." "It could be a reaction to the trauma..." "Possibly from the pneumonia." "Okay, we're all set here." "Let's check her pulse." "Nothing, just enlarged lymph nodes." "Nothing." "We need to do a fem-pop bypass so she doesn't lose this leg." "Get me an 11 blade and 7-0 Prolene." "This her?" "Yeah." "Shot twice, hollow point bullets." "I need a chest tube, an intubation tray, and four units of prbcs." "Of all the days for the nurses to not be here." "Yep." "One bullet left axillae." "One right thigh." "No breath sounds on the left." "Damn it." "You know, this is all my fault." "The collapsed lung?" "No." "Let's place a chest tube." "I saw her." "What?" "She was my patient." "She wanted her backpack." "I didn't put it together." "Well, why would you?" "Oh, you know, she was sweating, acting strange." "Tee, that describes 90% of the people who come in here." "Yeah, I just..." "I just didn't think, you know?" "Didn't..." "Didn't think I'd be in danger in my own hospital." "It's not a war zone." "You take on a lot." "Do not take on this." "You know, I spoke to her outside." "She said we got what we deserved." "She said a hospital deserved this?" "That's what she said." "Who knows, right?" "I mean, these days, anybody can do it." "There's bomb recipes on a thousand different web sites." "Such a sad face." "Yeah." "A lot of sad faces around here tonight." "Let's keep her alive." "I want to hear what we did to deserve this." " This one's gonna need some deep sutures." " Yeah." "Hey." "You're doing great." "You know, just take it slow." "How are you not freaked out?" "Who says I'm not?" "You know, I remember the first time I was bombed." "It was in the sugar mill just west of Saigon." "And I actually pissed myself." "Of course, I told the other soldiers that it was just sweat." "But..." "Now you don't smell as if you've pissed yourself." "I didn't." "Mr. Neville, um, how about you just, uh, try and get some rest, all right?" "Save your energy." "One moment." "Yeah." "He's really out of it." "Early Alzheimer's, maybe dementia?" "Hey, how long have you two been married?" "Uh, we're... we're not married." "Oh." "Racial issues?" "Nope." "I remember when I was in college," "I liked a beautiful negro girl." "She was as dark as ebony." "And the sexual acrobatics..." "That's not it, Mr. Neville." "We just work together." "Exactly." "And that's all." "That's it." "That's, uh, that's all." "Oh." "Uh-huh." "Hmm." "Okay, let's..." "Let's get this glass out of your ass, Mr. Neville." "Yeah." "Angela Wei?" "Angela Wei?" "Uh, I think she was in my room, right?" "She was really sick." "Uh, there was so much smoke, we had to move a bunch of gurneys into the break room." "This is taking forever." "My grandpa is missing." "Look, everybody, the SWAT team has let in some first responders, but they're still sweeping the building." "So once we get a final count, we can start evacuating those with I.D.S." "All for your own safety." "You just have to be patient." "No." "I want to know now." "We've been scared, waiting, and now you're taking roll like we're a bunch of kindergartners." "Yeah." "Hey, hey, ma'am, listen." "He's just trying to help." "You guys need to take a breath." "You don't give a crap about our families." "He does." "Your grandfather, Daniel Rodriguez?" "He snuck out to have a smoke early this morning, okay?" "I saw him myself." "Everyone outside was evacuated to a gym at the community center." "I'll call over there, okay?" "Thank god." "We've been trying to get back in since the explosion." "The strike can shove it on a day like this." "Hey, is, uh, Kenny doing okay?" "Uh, trauma 2 with Scott." "Yeah, he's okay." "Okay." " His friend Lauren?" " Not so much." " Thanks." "Okay, well, we got it from here." "You get back to the patients." "Everybody else, listen up." "We're gonna tell you what's happening." "Okay, what can I do for you guys?" "Oh, you're a sight for sore eyes." "Uh, can we get a tetanus shot for Mr. Neville before we discharge him?" "Yes." "Thank you." "Are you okay, Mr. Neville?" "I don't feel so good." "It's... it's itching." "It's awful!" "Get it off of me!" "Whoa, whoa, let's not do this." "Blistering on the stitches, oozing." "Could be allergic to the stitches or maybe the shrapnel?" "It's all right." "Whoa." "Uh, okay." "Um..." "Mr. Neville, we will be right back." "What?" "Where are you going?" "All non-injured may evacuate the hospital at this time." "Hey, stop, stop!" "Topher!" "Hey." "What?" "What?" "What is it?" "Anthrax." "What?" "Our patient, Mr. Neville, he has cutaneous Anthrax all over his body." "Are you... you sure?" "Textbook." "Painless but itchy black ulcers, blisters." "Mr. Neville had cuts all over his body." "That... that's how the Anthrax spores got in." "Oh, my god." "So, the bomb wasn't..." "Wasn't just meant to maim." "It was a dispersal method for Anthrax?" "Anybody who came in contact could be sick." "If it... if it aerosolized, that could mean the whole E.R." "We need to shut... sir!" "Shut down the E.R. nobody comes in or out." "Everyone, we need you to calm down, all right?" "Everybody, just please..." "Please calm down." "Her blood pressure and oxygen levels are back up." "All right." "Let's update SWAT." "I'm sure they've cleared the hospital by now." "Yeah." "Hey." "What's going on?" "We had to shut down the hospital." "Anthrax." "It was in the bomb." "Probably, and since you two just worked on the bomber..." "We could've breathed in spores or gotten it from her blood." "Okay, we need to decontaminate." "Right." "Anyone symptomatic?" "Your old man." "Multiple Anthrax lesions." "Limited to his skin, but we're beginning treatment for everyone, so you two need to go right now." "Everyone's under medical observation till the morning." "Anthrax could be everywhere." "Anthrax?" "That's right." "We think it was in the bomb." "How's, uh... how's Lauren?" "We were able to restore blood flow to the lower leg." "She's lucky we could save it in time." "Yeah, lucky." "She didn't want to come in today, but I made her." "Kenny, you had no way of knowing that." "Come on." "You need your antibiotics." "Lauren's already on Cipro from the operation." "So..." "Well, now it's time for you." "On my way." "Okay, good." "It's all gonna be okay." "Don't worry." "O-okay, worry, but it's gonna be okay." "No, don't wake up my mother." "Love you, too." "Oh." "Just taking a breath." "You deserve it." "About earlier..." "Sorry." "I was wrong." "You were right." "Okay, I don't even know what you're talking about anymore, but, uh, I'm pretty sure it doesn't matter." "If you would've listened to me and sent those patients to all those different hospitals, we would've spread Anthrax everywhere." "That was probably the plan in the first place, wasn't it?" "The plan was fear." "And believe me, I fell for it." "I was scared." "You were?" "I was..." "I was petrified." "And it... it comes with having kids." "You... you realize you have something more important to live for." "You know, everyone thinks having a family is only exhaustion and the end of fun." "But once you have kids, you realize that..." "Watching their soccer game, getting a-a piece of art, or just even..." "Having a conversation with them, it's... it's exciting." "It's as exciting as a blockbuster movie and four-star meal rolled into one." "All you want to do is be around them." "Sorry, I'm..." "I'm just..." "I'm just rambling." "No, you're not rambling." "Brianna." "Uh..." "I don't know." "I just..." "I feel..." "Like..." "I can't describe how I feel." "I can." "You're a good dude." "You see this kid who basically has nobody else in the world and you step right in." "She's just so cool." "And brave, and yet I-i know she's had nothing but disappointment her whole life." "I just feel like I need to be there for her." "I want to be there for her." "Right." "But I just feel like I can't leave her side until she gets that lung transplant." "Any update on that?" "It's not good." "Her lungs are shutting down." "Carbon dioxide is climbing fast." "They wanna put her on BiPAP." "She is gonna need that lung sooner rather than later." "Does... does she know?" "Nope." "I was supposed to tell her tonight, so... line is in." "Start the phenylephrine at 10 mics per minute." "Temp's still climbing up to 105." "She's septic." "The gram stain came back." "She has Anthrax in her blood." "Septicemic Anthrax?" "But she's on the same big-gun antibiotics that we are." "She's a healthy young woman." "Could she be immunocompromised?" "That would explain the pneumonia and why she's been sick the past few weeks." "I don't think that's pneumonia." "See these well-defined edges here?" "That's a mass." "It's already fading." "It looks like the antibiotics are doing their work, and you're gonna be okay." "Great." "How did that happen?" "You don't remember the bomb blast and the aftermath?" "And, "aah, it's Anthrax!"" "I'll be honest with you." "Uh, I'm a bit addled sometimes." "We all are, Mr. Neville." "We all are." "Where's your husband?" "He's not my husband." "He's..." "Paul's just a really good guy that..." "Got in with the wrong girl." "Is that you?" "Yeah." "I think it is." "Look, you are so young and so unformed." "How could you possibly know that you're the wrong girl for him?" "If you care about him at all, let him make that decision." "We're smarter than we look, you know." "But my balls still really hurt." "Excuse me?" "My balls, they hurt like hell." "That's why I'm here." "Okay." "Well, let's take a look." "Okay, so... whoa." "Whoa." "Hang on, Mr. Neville." "Looks like most of his intestines have slipped into his scrotum." "An inguinal hernia, yeah." "It hurts like hell." "Can you fix it?" "Toph, hey." "I just checked on the bomber." "Vitals are fine." "Cops are guarding her." "Okay, I just talked to SWAT." "They're gonna take her to the jail ward with full guard." "Did they get a name?" "Katharine Santiago." "Pharmacist." "Uh, lived alone." "Still no motive." "Wait." "Topher, did you just say Katharine Santiago?" "Yeah." "I knew I recognized that face." "She came in here about six months ago." "She was my case." "Jordan, you've seen hundreds of patients since then." "Yeah, but I remember this one." "Excuse me." "Evening, Dr. Alexander." "I thought we gave you enough benzos to help you rest comfortably." "I use it to sleep, every night at home since..." "Since it happened." "Would you like some more?" "No." "I'd need more than you could give me to be comfortable." "I remember you." "From that night." "You remember everything?" "Yeah." "It was my last shift before I went off to work on the reservation." "And, uh..." "I had just been through something..." "Hard." "And it was all I could think about." "But I remember you coming in." "It was a hit-and-run." "You came in with both your husband and your son." "Both D.O.A." "You suffered significant trauma to your chest and your spine." "I got your heart going again, and I sent you to surgery." "We saved you." "Yes, you did." "So what I don't understand is..." "Why did you do this to us?" "When I woke up, John and Corey were gone." "And all I could think about was making the people who ruined my life suffer." "You mean the hit-and-run driver." "He's not the one who saved me." "You." "You were the one." "You should've just let me die." "I can only imagine what you felt." "You can never imagine!" "Losing a child?" "A husband?" "He was my best friend." "I didn't want to live then and I don't want to live now." "No!" "No, stop!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Stop!" "Aah!" "What the hell happened?" "She pulled out her chest tube." "Get the crash cart." "Calling time of death..." "5:48 A.M." "look at me." "It's not your fault." "Dr. Scott looked at the X-ray, and, uh, he thinks he'll be able to get rid of all of it." "So with that and chemo, you're gonna be okay." "Except for the messed up leg part, right?" "Look, Lauren..." "I'm..." "I'm..." "I'm sorry." "Uh..." "I shouldn't have brought you here." "You know, if I didn't, this wouldn't have..." "If you didn't..." "I'd have a tumor in my lung and I wouldn't know it." "Guess I never thought about it like that." "That's 'cause you've been amazing." "Pushing me as hard as you can so I can get the scholarship, and..." "Making me the best soccer player I could be." "I-I just know how much you want it, you know?" "Do you?" "I do, I do." "You know, when I was your age," "I wanted more than anything to be in the NFL." "It was my dream more than anything." "Hey, what?" "Nothing." "Just..." "You're just like my dad." "Your dad?" "Yes." "He tells the same stories over and over again." "Like, I've heard that one at least a hundred times." "But..." "That's just not me." "What's not you?" "There are a lot of things I'm gonna miss because of my leg, but soccer isn't one of them." "I hate soccer." "No." "Are you serious?" "Despise it." "I've been playing 350 days out of the year since I was 6." "No weekends, no fun." "Just..." "Train, train, train so I can get that scholarship and get into college." "But..." "I don't know." "I guess that's all over now." "No, it's not." "Look, Lauren..." "Okay." "Hey..." "You are the most positive, hard-working person I've ever met." "You're telling me that... that if you turn that... that focus, that... that energy to your..." "To your college applications, you don't think... you don't think you'll get a scholarship?" "Hmm?" "I got a recommendation letter in me you wouldn't believe." "And sadly, you..." "You got your college essay right here." "Yeah." "Mm." "Like, how could they turn down a dual threat..." "Bomb and..." "Cancer survivor?" "We take what god gives us." "Amen." "But me and you..." "We're gonna do this together." "Okay?" "Okay." "Yeah?" "Okay." "Don't be sad, drew." "It's okay." "I know there's a plan for me." "Yes, there is." "And I'm all over it." "You're on every donor list in the country." "I check 'em every day." "No." "What I mean is..." "I've always heard that when you die, you go to a better place." "Gotta say, I've been in and out of a dozen foster homes, had cystic fibrosis and, uh, now I need a lung transplant." "So if I go..." "It's gotta be to a better place than this, right?" "I'm not gonna let that happen." "I've read enough about lung transplants, drew." "They just don't happen." "Could you read to me?" "I'm feeling a little tired." "Okay, yeah." "No, get some..." "All right, good to go." "Hey, hey." "Uh, Mr. Neville did great in surgery." "Uh, he's gonna be out in a couple days." "Good." "Yeah." "All right." "So I-i know we haven't exactly had time to talk about the elephant in the room." "Um..." "Oh, let's not talk about Mr. Neville's scrotum." "Uh, yeah, there's that, too." "Uh..." "Look, Paul." "Um..." "I like you." "I-I think you're a good guy." "You might even be good for me." "But I know where this is going, and it would... it would ruin our friendship, maybe even our working together." "So..." "Yeah, yeah." "I was actually, uh, gonna say the same thing, you know?" "It's, uh, it's the right call." "I mean, uh, Kenny, Krista, Jordan, T.C." "Jordan and Scott." "Yeah." "I mean, uh..." "Yeah, it's for the best, right?" "So, uh, you know, I'll see you around." "Yeah." "I'll see you around." ""The queen let another drop fall from her bottle onto the snow," ""and instantly there appeared a round box" ""tied with green silk ribbon which, when opened," ""turned out to contain several pounds" ""of the best Turkish delight." ""Each piece was sweet and light to the very center, and Edmund had never tasted anything more delicious."" "hey, Scott, Paul, can I have a second, everybody?" "Uh, I just..." "I-I just..." "I just want to say that I have never been so proud." "We are on the front lines." "This is our job, but sometimes we put ourselves in harm's way to help others." "We make a difference." "So it's not about getting knocked down." "It's about getting back up, but we will get back up because of you." "Dr. Zia." "Hey." "Hey." "You okay?" "Yeah." "You know, bomb, Anthrax, former patient trying to kill us." "Why wouldn't I be?" "Yeah." "If you need anything, I'll be here." "Thank you." "Yeah." "Hey, Jess." "Um..." "Everything's clear." "Wait, you... you're kidding me." "Thanks... thanks for letting me know." "Hey, guys." "It was the union." "We got our raise." "The strike's over." "Oh." "Yes!" "It's about time we got some good news, right?" "That's debatable." "What are you talking about?" "That was just the..." "The head of day shift." "The reason that the nurses' negotiations took so long with management?" "The hospital is... is being sold to an insurance company." "What?" "And... and the company wants to sell off the E.R."