"Don't kid yourself, Veronica." "There'll be repercussions." "Highly aware of that." "Tell me again what happened last night." "This little girl told me her mother was pimping her out." "So she beat the mother's ass to a pulp." "Oh, you didn't want to call the police?" "Or all the phones were broken?" "You just decided to turn into the Incredible Hulk?" "I didn't decide anything, Chloe." "I don't know." "I just got so mad, I couldn't see straight." "Out of control." "Oh, you're real tough." "Irish blood is number one." "Speaking of out of control." "Take a seat!" "Looks like it's the Italians versus the Irish." "Happy Saint Patrick's Day." "What are you doing out on a holiday that's got nothing to do with you?" "Stop it." "Come on." "Shut up, stupid." "Was that a green bagel?" "How did the Jews get mixed up in this?" "What the hell, guys?" "Come on." "Sit down, now." "We're all good Catholics here, all right?" "Thank you." "Thank you." "Stop it, Gina." "Shut up." "Just shut up, Gina." "I heard about Lauren Kempton." "I'm so sorry." "What happened?" "She died last night." "Son..." "I'm so sorry." "Yeah, it's sad." "She was a good lady." "Kiss my ass, guido." "You know what?" "Why don't I give you another beating, huh, tough guy?" "Hey, hold on." "Bring it." "Okay, guys, settle down." "Settle down." "Let's go!" "Security!" "Hey, come on, now." "Security!" "Get a little help here?" "Okay." "I think that's our cue." "Security!" "Oh, my God." "What is wrong with these people?" "Hey!" "Congratulations on making it to 11:00 a. m." "Before needing medical attention." "You're the champions of stupid." "Sit down!" "Now!" "That was kind of hot, Chloe." "Got to do what you got to do." "I'm supposed to see Klowden to find out how much trouble I'm in." "But you know what?" "You don't do that to a kid." "That woman was evil." "You pick up the phone." "You call the police." "You know, if I were a man, none of this would be a big deal." "Yeah." "If you were a man." "If you hadn't shot someone a week ago." "If you hadn't thrown a cinder block through Harris' window." "Okay." "All right, people, that's enough." "That is enough." "Yeah." "What he said." "Oh, for..." "Sorry." "Whoa, okay." "What the hell is going on here?" "New medical show called Cutting Edge Medicine." "They're doing a piece on me." "Why?" "Because I reduced the door-to-balloon heart attack standard from 90 to 45 minutes." "And I'm very photogenic." "Shoot me talking to her." "Oh." "No." "Oh, come on." "You're pretty, you're crazy." "It would be a great way for the audience to meet you." "No." "All right, listen." "If the suits try to come down on you for last night, whatever you do, don't let them take away your anger." "I'm really not that angry." "I'm just a kook who gets annoyed by mothers pimping out their children." "No, anger is good." "Anger, in all of its forms, has marked the upward surge of mankind." "And anger, mark my words, will save not only Mercy Hospital, but that other malfunctioning organism, you." "What?" "Wall Street." "What do you want?" "Well, with the camera here, I was hoping maybe you could, you know, take a swing at me." "I need a little help here." "Someone?" "Oh." "Oh." "I like her." "Whoa, whoa, whoa." "Okay." "Let's not fall asleep here." "Under the arm, use your back." "Sir, all right." "Okay." "The Board and Legal are meeting later to discuss the incident." "I wish everyone was as tired of talking about this as I am." "You're on light clinical duty." "If you say what you're thinking," "I'll have you doing quality assurance chart reviews." "Big guy goes in 510." "Let's get him back to bed." "Hey, thanks for your help." "I have to say," "I feel a little responsible for your predicament." "Why?" "Because" "I'm the one who thought that jumping back into work after the shooting would be good for you." "It was a horrible, shocking situation." "And I lost it." "All right." "Call this PTSD specialist." "If I can tell the brass you're seeking help, it might make you look better." "Don't kid yourself." "Forget about losing the job." "If that piece of trash presses charges, you could go to jail." "Call the head-shrinker." "Seriously." "The woman looked like she'd been attacked by a bear." "God." "You're kidding." "That is rough." "Hey." "What are you all doing in the nurses' lounge?" "We're just hearing about last night." "Yeah?" "What happened last night?" "Veronica didn't tell you?" "Didn't tell me what?" "Well, let's just say that your girlfriend has got a bit of a short fuse." "Don't eat the last Pop-Tart." "I didn't really break my hip, did I?" "No, you have a hairline pubic ramus fracture." "You see this little bone here?" "It's the least serious kind of pelvic fracture." "It usually takes four to six weeks to heal properly." "The Boston Marathon is in 33 days and I'm going to break three and a half hours or I will be laughed out of my own office." "Well, I wouldn't book a plane ticket." "I can't guarantee you'll be ready." "Yeah." "I want to take him to an Optimists Anonymous meeting." "You are too positive for your own good." "You're not the first person to say that." "So, look, Brooke, your EKG and chest X-ray are basically normal." "So your heart and lungs are okay." "Still a little tachycardic, 112." "Your heart's beating a little fast from dehydration." "Which is why you can't go home." "You have to work with this pill every day?" "Yep." "Are you a runner?" "You look like a runner." "No, I'm not." "I'm not a runner." "I mean, I run sometimes." "How is the dizziness?" "All right, I guess." "What are you looking at?" "Nothing." "You were hit by a car three days ago." "Why didn't you come in then?" "I was grazed." "You must have a pretty high pain threshold." "Pain is in the mind." "What is in this bag?" "Sterile water with salt and sugar." "Really?" "I've been off sugar for six months." "Is this absolutely necessary?" "Yeah." "Did you see the lanugo on her arms?" "Exercise freak, all concerned about the dextrose in her IV?" "That's anorexia." "Yeah." "I'll order a psych consult." "Look, Dan, I lost it." "Can we please just move past this?" "No, we can't move past this." "You're dangerous." "You're reckless." "You refuse to acknowledge your behavior or take care of yourself." "Okay." "So, now, we're going to go back to hating each other?" "No, Veronica." "I'm just going to go back to work." "I checked your X-ray and we call this a Boxer's Fracture." "It's a break of the fifth metacarpal, which is the bone between the big knuckle and the wrist." "Yeah." "So stop hitting people." "Yeah, I've been telling him that for years." "Let's go." "Let's go." "Is this really necessary?" "I heard there was some action down here." "Uh, just a Saint Patty's Day brawl." "Some broken bones and split lips." "Sorry." "Hey, Barb, Larry, look at this." "Must be some reality show or something." "All right, here we go." "Hi." "Yeah." "It's just a shot, you baby." "You're freakin' orange." "Why do you paint your body, anyway?" "Shut up, you polka-dotted bitch." "What did you just call me?" "You heard what I said." "Can you get the cameras out of here?" "It's like catnip for morons." "You're much too close to me." "You hear that?" "She's talking about you, guido." "What did you say, bro?" "Larry!" "Eat me, juice head!" "Oh, get this shot." "Bring it, you little ginger prince!" "Close in." "Close." "Larry?" "Come on." "Boot and rally, Larry!" "Larry?" "Larry?" "Pulse is weak and thready!" "Come around." "I need a liter of saline." "Tombstones on the monitor." "ST segment elevation." "He's having a heart attack." "What?" "Oh, my God." "How does a kid his age have an MI?" "Cocaine, anyone?" "Oh, my God." "On my count." "One, two, three." "All right, clock is ticking, people." "Fasten your seatbelts." "It's about to get real." "Hey." "Hi." "Do you want to come down to Radiology with me?" "I want to put your head under an X-ray, find out what the hell is going on in there." "Oh!" "You heard about the thing." "Yeah." "I heard about the thing." "Yeah." "Just now, from a whole bunch of people who weren't you." "I wasn't trying to hide anything from you." "Sure, you were." "Well, I..." "We were just so happy and cozy last night," "I didn't want to ruin the mood." "Oh, so, you'd rather just drink a bottle of wine and scarf down some Beef Wellington and not mention anything." "Yeah." "That is so weird." "Is it?" "Honey, it's two blocks past weird." "If I gave you a million dollars, would you call the therapist?" "How do you know about the therapist?" "Am I the only one around here who can keep my mouth shut?" "Veronica, let's get some dinner tonight." "We'll just talk about what's going on." "Please." "Make the call." "Okay." "Fine." "Fine." "Oh, crap!" "It's Saint Patrick's Day." "So?" "Veronica Agnes Flanagan Callahan?" "You can't actually get more Irish than that without being a leprechaun." "Don't leprechauns eat?" "It's just, my family, we go to the street festival every year." "It's tradition." "Okay, wait." "I got it." "I'll do a quick drive-by, say hi to the fam, check in with my heritage and then fully engage in some intimacy with you." "How does that sound?" "It sounds like a plan." "Good." "Got catheters in position." "Give me a puff." "What are we looking at, Dr. Briggs?" "Clot in the LAD, 100%." "I call this The Widowmaker." "The main vessel which carries oxygen to the heart is completely clotted off." "Excuse me." "I've got ectopy on the monitor." "Dr. Briggs, do you want me to draw up some lidocaine?" "No, I'm about to fix all that by passing a thin metal wire through the clot." "Is he awake?" "No, he's deeply sedated." "Unlike your crew." "Sorry, dude." "Another mig of Versed?" "Yeah, go for it." "Forty-two minutes since he collapsed, Dr. Briggs." "You promised us 45." "Yes, I did." "Let's try something else." "Let's try the Fishbein view." "All right, got it." "Okay." "Here we go." "Wire passing." "Excellent." "I'm passing a balloon catheter with a collapsed wire stent on it." "It will crush the clot, deploy the stent and keep the artery wide open." "Perfect." "Wow." "Forty-four minutes, not bad." "You guys can take a break." "Go grab some lunch." "We'll talk to Larry when he wakes up in Recovery." "Thanks." "We got some great stuff." "I'll get his vitals." "With increased contractility, his pressure should be up." "All right, let's go." "I need an intra-aortic pump now." "Give me a short soft-tipped 014 wire and intravascular ultrasound." "Why?" "We're done." "Yeah." "No, we're not." "Let's go." "The clot is progressing." "But you opened the artery." "No, that was video playback from last week." "Milton Fishbein's cath." "Oh, God, Payne, don't give me the Bible-y eyes." "Run of eight." "300 amiodarone." "Glove up and prep the left groin, Chloe." "Veronica, come see this." "Whoa, Brooke, what are you doing?" "Just getting a little exercise, so when I go to Costa Rica over Easter, my boyfriend does not throw up when he sees my legs." "Okay." "Then, let's wrap this up." "Just calm down." "I'm almost done." "Just five more minutes." "Oh, my God." "No, this is not a discussion." "I want you to get back in bed before..." "Go get some help." "My leg." "I can't..." "I can't move it." "Keep still." "We're going to take care of you." "My leg." "What is this?" "A cement clot?" "You could've asked them to leave." "You didn't have to fake a whole show." "I had to get them out of the room." "They were slowing us down." "Looks like the wire passed." "Please don't take the bait." "We could be subintimal." "Volcano cath." "I'm trying to put some polish on this dingy little flophouse." "Polish." "I thought it was about medicine." "That's adorable." "It's about PR." "I had to make it look effortless so that when people see us on TV, they think, "Hey, you know, I need a cutting edge heart procedure." ""Maybe I should jump in my Range Rover with my big bag of money" ""and drive over the river to Mercy. "" "Damn, it's all thrombus." "V- tach." "Two hundred joules." "Now." "I got it." "No." "I want you to stay with me, on this side of the table." "Clear." "Sinus." "Amio at 70 a minute." "Okay." "Chloe," "I want you to advance my catheter one inch." "Me?" "What?" "Are you sure?" "All you have to do is push." "I'm sure you've heard this before, but be gentle." "There we go." "Feel a little resistance?" "That's okay." "Steady." "I'm feeling it." "Uh-huh." "I think it moved." "You just pushed a catheter through a blood clot to save a man's life." "Ready to inflate." "That was incredible." "Okay." "Let's wrap this up." "Deflate the catheter, cycle the Dynamap, send a troponin now and queue six hours." "I'll take the IVUS again." "Okay, let's get it right!" "Ooh." "I'm going to get..." "So, how did it go with Klowden today?" "She wants me to see a therapist and I'm on probation, but I figure I keep my act together, and I'll be fine." "I'll be fine." "Okay, so did you put in an early warning system for those emotional tsunamis that you're prone to?" "Ooh." "Ouch." "What do you mean, emotional tsunamis?" "You have to ask?" "Does this mean you're going to be on my ass, too?" "Because my ass is totally crowded." "There is no room for you on my ass." "Last place I want to be." "Okay." "Hey." "Hey." "What are you doing here?" "You working?" "No, just meeting some buddies." "Everything good?" "Yeah, great." "Listen, I actually gotta run." "Oh, yeah, no." "Me, too." "All right." "Yeah." "Bye." "How did that go?" "It sucked." "Life's a bitch." "So am I." "I really burned that bridge." "Mmm, you just made a mistake." "Granted, it was a naked mistake." "You just have to impress upon him that nakedness is a two-way street." "Ooh." "I don't know what I'm saying." "I'm drunk." "You made it through your first run-in." "Have a bear." "Well done." "You did good." "I did." "Hey, Ronnie!" "Hey, Dad." "Happy Saint Pat's!" "Thanks, Dad." "Oh, happy Saint Pat's, honey." "Oh, God!" "'Sup, Flanagans?" "You guys getting into trouble?" "Nah, just the usual." "They're playing Ring Around the Shamrock down the block." "You want in?" "Oh." "I don't even know what that is." "It's free beer." "Come on." "All right?" "Okay." "Hey, Ronnie." "Ronnie, come on." "Dance with me." "Come on, dance with me, honey." "Come on!" "I just came to say hi." "No, I can't." "I have to meet Chris." "What?" "Boo." "Invite your boyfriend down here to celebrate." "Huh?" "What, is he afraid to have a few beers on Saint Patty's Day?" "Hey, hey, hey." "Ignore them." "Say no to drunken debauchery and yes to your relationship." "No." "That is so weak." "He doesn't want to have a drink on Saint Patrick's Day?" "What is he, racist?" "Idiot, we're supposed to talk." "Well, that's what you get for dating a guy who's not Irish." "Your wife is Jewish, Tim." "Let's go inside." "I'm freezing my pills off." "Tell your lame-ass boyfriend to come down here." "Come on." "It's fun." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Hey, I'm leaving in a bit." "Where do you want to grab dinner?" "Actually, can you come meet me here?" "My family wants to hang out with you." "No, they don't." "They hate me." "No, they don't hate you." "Your brothers literally tried to kick my ass." "Okay, well, Saint Patty's Day loophole." "For these 24 hours, all non-Irish men fornicating with Irish daughters are forgiven." "Please, just come down here and have a beer and then we can go get dinner someplace and talk." "Put some green on and get your pale ass down here." "Now." "Hey, man." "Hey." "Catch up." "Check it." "Flanagans versus the Doherty family." "Bunch of posers." "Come on, Ronnie!" "Kill!" "Yes!" "Hi!" "Hey!" "Hey." "Oh, you made it." "Yo, big guy." "Hey, medic." "Oh, hey." "Happy Saint Patrick's Day, Mr. Flanagan." "Yeah, let me get a drink and I'll come back and tell you all about how the Irish saved civilization." "I'm glad you came." "Where's Sonia and Chloe?" "Sonia went home." "Bobby's been chasing Chloe around like a little puppy somewhere, I don't know." "You having fun?" "Yeah?" "Yeah, I am." "I didn't call that therapist today, but I'm going to do it tomorrow." "Okay." "Great." "Listen, I need to catch up." "You've got to get me a shot." "Mmm-hmm." "Oh, my God." "Pat O'Donnell's doing the beer-drinking contest." "Oh." "Oh." "Ooh." "I'll be right back." "Hey, Mike." "Hey." "Hey, Happy Saint, uh..." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Okay, um, tequila." "The good stuff." "All right, contestants, get ready!" "Right up here!" "I got this." "Don't mess with me." "I will take you down." "I will crush you." "You need a head start, little girl?" "Not from you, lightweight." "So, Veronica seems great." "She's an example of moderate appetites." "Looks like your love just healed her right up, big fella." "Drink!" "You should bottle that love, since it cures mental problems." "I mean, at first, I was skeptical, but I am a believer now." "I get your point." "Thank you, Mike." "Yeah!" "Loser!" "Yes." "Whoo!" "Yeah!" "Hey, watch out." "Yo, your arm!" "Your arm!" "You're on fire!" "Here, go put your girlfriend out." "She's on fire." "Totally cool." "I'm okay!" "I'm worried about my girl." "Thanks for coming over, guys." "I'm really worried." "She's not herself." "Well, she's drinking a lot." "I see that now that I'm at the bar all the time." "It's the perfect storm, with the PTSD and the donut shop, and your illness, Jim." "Yeah." "Talking about your sister." "Oh, she's going to love that." "Why didn't you come home last night?" "You're a grown man sleeping at your mom's house." "What's all this about?" "Why are you guys sitting around in a circle?" "I only drink socially." "Come on." "We're talking about Ronnie." "Can anyone tell me what I'm doing here?" "Hey, Chloe, how you feeling?" "You sleep okay?" "Oh, God." "You want a cup of coffee, sweetheart?" "Where is Veronica, anyway?" "She's at my house." "She got really wasted, so she'll be in bed for hours." "Mom?" "Mom, have you seen my..." "The..." "What's going on?" "Is this an intervention?" "What?" "No, no, it's not an intervention." "You're all sitting in a circle." "You're looking at me." "This is an intervention." "Hey, defensive, the circle doesn't mean intervention." "Circles happen for plenty of other reasons." "Like that dance at Jewish weddings." "What's it called, Heather?" "The hora." "But since you're here, Veronica..." "Look, we're all just a little concerned about you." "Since when do you two even talk to each other, anyway?" "Should I get some beers, anybody?" "A little hair of the dog?" "This is kind of Ronnie's thing." "Uh, what do you want, beverage-wise?" "Guys, guys, can we not do the refreshments?" "Excuse me, does anyone know where my clothes are?" "Okay, I'll start." "What's really tough for me is having to sit here and look at poor Mike in the co-pilot's seat while Dr. Big Stuff here drives the boat." "Okay, what the hell did she actually do that was so terrible?" "She shot an armed robber." "She beat up some skel who pimped out her kid." "Thank you, Heather." "It's not those things." "It's how you're dealing with them." "But while we're here, can we shed some light on something that is serious?" "Like, say, Timmy's porn addiction?" "Really?" "What the hell are you doing on my computer?" "Dude, you got to erase the history." "He is a chronic masturbator and it is ruining our marriage." "Well, I have got to have sex with somebody, Heather." "You have to have sex with somebody?" "Did I or did I not have blackout sex with Bobby Flanagan or any other Flanagan last night?" "No, nothing happened." "I made a little pillow barricade." "God." "Hey, guys, what's up?" "What's everybody..." "Whoa." "No, I do not have a problem, okay?" "Dude, dude, what the hell happened to you?" "This is ridiculous." "Ronnie?" "Ronnie, please, listen to me." "Your mother and I..." "Your mother and I had three boys." "And then we had you." "Oh, your mother was so happy." "And I..." "I was so scared." "But the minute I saw you, you were my little princess." "And I tried so hard to never let anything bad happen to you." "And it's been so rough for you, sweetie." "Okay, Dad..." "You walk around late at night, you jump when I say your name." "You're drinking too damn much." "You're at sea." "Don't say you're not." "And I'd give everything I've got to take that load off your shoulder, but I can't." "I don't know how to help you." "And it's breaking my heart." "I've got to go to work." "Hey, Veronica." "Hi, Dr. Waters." "I just talked to Brooke Sullivan." "The Stairmaster?" "How's she doing?" "Well, she doesn't meet criteria for a psych hold." "Not that that matters, 'cause she ain't going anywhere." "I offered her voluntary inpatient treatment, she refused, but she did sign a contract with me to eat more and have outpatient therapy." "I gave her my opinion." "It's probably one of a hundred that she's heard in the past few years." "We'll see." "You sound cynical." "Well, you're the one that called her Stairmaster." "You know, these people are pretty good at telling you what you want to hear." "I know you probably can't handle another person coming in here and getting in your face with the truth, so I'm not going to do that." "Maybe some of us are always going to be a little too little or a little too much." "And I'm not going to tell you I'm not worried about you." "I hope you start to take care of yourself." "But right now, I'm just here to be your nurse." "So, how's your pain?" "You're eating." "That's great." "I was hungry." "Good." "Plus, I just got dumped." "I'm sorry to hear that." "He said he couldn't deal with the drama anymore." "I was a fat kid, you know." "I mean, I've been on and off antidepressants since I was 10." "And I guess I'm just a little obsessed with not going back to that." "Anyway." "I'm going to try." "Eat a little more, moderate the exercise." "See if I can find a little..." "Balance." "Right." "Hello, Brooke." "This is Dr. Sands." "Hi." "He's going to talk to you about your hip." "So, Brooke, when you fell, the ball of the joint blasted through the socket." "It's called an acetabular fracture." "The socket fractured into multiple pieces." "Multiple?" "At least 10." "We're going to have to operate to put the pieces back together using plates, screws, wire." "Okay." "How soon can we do it?" "Well, you're too anemic for surgery now." "You'll need two blood transfusions." "It's gonna be a little rough, Brooke." "You're gonna be three months on crutches." "And if all goes well, you can be active again after a year." "A year." "Okay." "I can do that." "So, he ignores me all through high school." "They always do." "Right?" "So, then, the year after graduation, I was getting a Slurpee at the Sevs in that mini-mall with the Hilfiger outlet." "And he sees me with these." "He still didn't ask me out, but now, I'm on his radar." "Hey, babe." "How are you?" "Mmm." "Come on, you were always on my radar." "The blips, now, they just got a little bigger." "You know what I mean?" "All right." "How are we doing in here?" "Awesome, Doc." "So, anyways, like, a week later, at the club, he accidentally shoved me down the stairs, but I was okay, except for a concussion." "But that was it." "I've been taking care of him ever since." "Sounds just like The Notebook." "All right." "Femoral site looks good, no hematoma." "Right." "Yeah." "It's itching like crazy, Doc." "Did you really have to shave me?" "You should be grateful, Lar." "You had 13 days sober under your belt and you let that bitch, Gina, give you blow?" "Oh, my..." "Lar?" "Oh, my God." "Larry?" "Systolic's 80." "Excuse me." "Saline in a pressure bag." "Show me the 12-lead." "I need ultrasound in here now." "Larry?" "Larry?" "What's going on?" "Is he having another heart attack?" "Did he clot off his stent?" "No, heart's completely normal." "It's something else." "Decreased bowel sounds." "Let's go." "Jelly on the belly." "Come on." "Do you want dopamine?" "No, I want two units of blood from the bank." "He's bleeding like crazy from his liver." "Oh, my God." "Did we nick it with the catheter?" "No, I was nowhere near the liver." "Could be cysts." "Barb, is he a juicer?" "I'm thinking steroid use here, am I right?" "Tell him, Barb." "Yeah." "Put him in Trendelenburg." "Hold an OR and page Sands." "So, I've never seen a case of peliosis hepatis before." "It's spontaneous hemorrhaging from blood-filled cysts in the liver." "And that's associated with anabolic steroid use?" "Definitely." "Hey, Slasher." "Make sure this kid lives, okay?" "I'm batting 1,000 here at Mercy, so don't ruin my average." "What an ass." "Good in bed, though." "What are you doing here?" "I knew you'd be having lunch here." "Do you have a sec?" "Give me a second, guys." "Is everything okay?" "Yeah, except seeing you last night kind of killed me." "I miss you so much, Nick." "Sonia, come on." "Do you know that I would give anything to go back and have dinner with you on Valentine's Day?" "I'm so sorry." "I was scared and stupid and selfish." "And I lost the best thing that ever happened to me." "Come on." "I have to know." "Would you ever consider getting back together?" "Son," "I appreciate everything you just said, really." "And I know how hard it was for you to say it, but I can't." "I'm sorry." "Well, hey." "Can't we just get a drink and talk about it?" "I took care of the check, Nick." "Let's go chase some bad guys." "I got a new partner and new shifts." "Hey, change can be good, right?" "I'll see you." "Hey." "Great news." "Larry made it through surgery without a hitch." "Sands fixed his liver and those hemorrhagic cysts will go away as long as he stays away from the steroids." "Right there." "Right there." "How many times are you going to do that?" "Until I catch all my mistakes." "What mistakes?" "You fixed that guy in, like, 75 minutes." "That's way faster than the national standard." "My father died of an MI in the waiting room of a mediocre hospital." "He was a good guy." "It made me want to revolutionize cardiac care." "And what happened yesterday was not revolutionary, Chloe." "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize." "It's not your fault." "Obviously, I'm not responsible for your father's death." "I was just saying I'm sorry for your loss." "Well, as fascinating as your feelings about my losses are," "I really need to figure out what the hell took so long." "So, if you don't mind..." "Not at all." "Hey, hey." "Hey." "Hi." "Hi." "Sorry about that accidental intervention today." "That was a train wreck." "No, I get it." "Things have been a little rough lately." "I can see where you might be concerned." "I love you." "I was just worried about you." "That's all." "I love you, too." "I guess I just feel like if we're together, everything's going to be okay." "Well, we were together last night and you set yourself on fire." "Yeah, well, it's not Saint Patrick's Day till somebody lights themself on fire, right?" "I guess so." "Does it have to be you?" "Never again." "I swear." "See you at my place later." "Yeah." "Hey, could you give these to Brooke Sullivan?" "It's info on support groups in the area." "Yeah, sure." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Help me get this door open." "Brooke?" "Oh, my God." "Help!" "Brooke." "Brooke." "Help!" "Help!" "I need some help in here." "Help me cut her down." "How the hell did she do that?" "Call for intubation." "Where is the traction?" "She's setting well at 50% oxygen." "Good." "No spontaneous eye-opening, but she does withdraw to painful stimuli." "That's encouraging." "Yeah, we'll have to wait and see how much neurological function returns." "I thought she was okay." "She told me she was going to try." "Yeah." "It's really frustrating." "Hi." "Hi." "What can I get for you?" "Scotch on the rocks, please." "Sure." "Here you go." "Thank you." "JELANl:" "Let's see what we have here." "Okay." "Wound is clean and dry." "Xeroform and a fresh ABD." "Larry, I was so worried about you." "How you feeling?" "I'm a little muffed up from the pain medication, but I'm okay." "I'm so sorry, Lar, I never should have let you take all those steroids." "No, that's not your job, okay?" "I've got to make some lifestyle changes." "I know." "Listen, Lar, you don't need to be all juiced up for me." "I mean, I love the fact that I can put my arms all the way around you." "Oh, baby." "You're so good to me." "Well, you're my flower." "Your what?" "My flower." "See, I was watching Dr. Phil before and he says that in every relationship, there's a flower and there's a gardener." "And you're my flower." "Oh, baby." "Come here." "Come here." "And I'm your gardener." "So, you and Briggs, huh?" "That's none of your business." "I'm over us, okay, Chris?" "Gillian, wait." "I know, but..." "Look." "I'm sorry about the way everything went down." "Yeah." "Well, you should be." "Because with me, you would've been the flower, and now, you're the gardener." "And you have a lot of weeds to pull." "Here you go." "Thanks." "What are you drinking?" "Scotch." "I've really got to switch to that color." "Why is that?" "This is what my parents drink and they're alcoholics." "It help you sleep at night?" "Yeah." "I get it." "What keeps you awake?" "This, you know?" "I can't..." "I can't turn it off." "Same stuff, over and over." "What kind of stuff?" "You ask a lot of questions, lady." "You don't want to talk about it?" "God, everyone in my life just keeps wanting me to talk about everything." "But they really don't want to know." "Trust me." "Because if you told them, they'd think you were crazy?" "Everybody already thinks I'm crazy." "Do you think you're crazy?" "Maybe." "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking that I just want everybody to shut up and leave me alone." "I just want to be left alone." "But not, right?" "But not." "Because when I'm alone, it's worse." "Welcome to the human race." "It's been great talking to you, Veronica." "I'm really glad you called." "But next time, let's meet in my office, okay?"