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[bird squawks]

- Have you seen my coat?

- It's right here.

- Don't touch that.
Get away, get away.

- [laughs softly]

It's really taking to you.

- Ha, funny.

- No, he really has.

- It's because I'm the one
with the food.

- That's why
I took to you.

- Really?

That mean if I feed you
some seeds

you'll forget
about teaching this course?

- And miss two months
in Bethesda?

It's the vacation capital
of Montgomery County.

- [squawks]
Get away, get away.

- [laughs softly]

- Don't touch that.
Get away.

[laughter]

[bird squawks]

- Hmm.

- They charge you twice
for your cable again?

- No, I got offered a job.

- Yeah?
That's great.

- I guess.

It's in California.

- Oh.

- But I mean,
that's okay, right?

It's nice out there.

- Yeah, definitely.

It's just--just far.

Have you heard from Rush yet?

Northwestern?

- Uh, still waiting.

Course, there's always a chance
things could work out here.

Very slim chance.

- Hey, you two.

Patients incoming.

You're going to Treatment 6.

April, you got this?

- Yeah.
- Thank you.

- Right here.

- What do we got?

- Chuck Gleason,
42-year-old male.

Found at the bottom of some
stairs on Lower Wacker

with a fractured left tibia.

- Okay, on my count.

One, two, three.

- Oh.

- He looks dehydrated.

Let's call ortho
and start some fluids.

- Oh.
- On it.

Starter 1, let's get him set up.

- Let's pull the board out.

- You got a drink, April?

Could really use a drink.

- Are you guys friends?

- Frequent flier.

Alcohol.

And everything
that goes with it.

- How 'bout you, buddy?

You got a drink?

- Unfortunately, this is
a hospital, not a bar.

When did this happen?

- Yesterday.

Oh.

- 101.

All right, let's get
a chest x-ray and a UA.

- Okay.
- [groans]

- Okay, Mr. Gleason,
you broke your leg pretty bad.

We're gonna have to
evaluate this and--

- He's seizing.
- Mr. Gleason?

All right,
milligram of Ativan.

- On it.
- It's a grand mal seizure.

He ever had this before?

- Not that I've seen.

Milligram of Ativan.

- He's withdrawing.

He's going
into delirium tremens.

You know.

- Never seen him get DTs before.

It's gonna be bad, isn't it?

- Is it ever good?

[dramatic music]

- [sighs]

.

- Hey.
Thanks for the bird.

Kids are gonna love it.

- Definitely.
Glad he'll have a nice home.

- Yeah.
Anything I need to know?

- Nope.

Just enjoy.

- All right,
you're a good man, Doc.

[chuckles]

[siren wails in distance]

- Cirrhosis, hepatitis,
cardiomyopathy, renal failure.

- Reads like the index

of "Harrison's Guide
to Internal Medicine."

- [retches]

[panting]

Ah.

Ah!

- Mr. Gleason,
when was your last drink?

- Two nights ago,
which is why

I need to get the hell
out of here.

- Afraid I can't do that.

- Talk to this guy,
will you please?

- I'm sorry, Chuck,
the doctor's in charge.

- No, I'm in charge, okay?

I'm in charge.
I know my rights.

I don't have to stay here

if I don't want to stay here.

- That's very true,

but you're not going
to get far on that leg

without ortho
taking care of it.

- Okay, fine, man.

It's cool.

W-w-what are we talking
about here, two hours?

- Mr. Gleason, you're going
through delirium tremens.

Your body is so used
to the presence of alcohol

that it's reacting violently
to its absence.

- Blah, blah, blah!

- We need to keep you here a day
or so till you get through it.

- Ain't gonna happen, man.

Okay?

I seen what happens
with the DTs.

I can't go through that, please.

- We can't stop them, but we
have given you a sedative

to make it easier.

I'm sorry, but at this point,

it's no longer safe
for you to leave.

- [whimpers]

[vomits]

- Okay.

Okay.

- [retches]

- Hey, Maggie,
can you call ortho

and see what's taking
so long?

- Sure can.

Hey.

Where's your wedding ring?

- I-I don't know.

Um...I had it on
when I got here.

- You didn't put it
in your locker?

- No, I never take it off.

- Well, where else
have you been?

Re-trace your steps.

- I've been in and out
of five rooms, washing my hands.

I mean, who knows how many
gloves I've taken on and off?

[tense music]

Maggie.

- All right, all right,
I got this.

Everyone, listen up.

We're missing
a gold wedding band,

so take a room
and search every inch of it.

From now on,
nothing leaves the ED.

Every sheet, every gown,
every piece of trash

gets bagged and stored
until I search it.

Got that?

*

Hey, we're gonna find it,
okay?

- I'm gonna check
in the lounge.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

- Okay.

*

- So this is Rose Wechsler, 83.

Arrived from her nursing
facility confused and agitated.

- Ms. Wechsler,
good morning.

- Baloney.

Are you here for the sink?

- You know, I'm not.

But it would help me out
a great deal

if you would tell me
what year it was.

- Check your damn calendar.

No wonder you people
never show up on time.

- That's completely my fault.

Do you mind
if I just shine--

- What are you,
some kind of a maniac?

Get the hell out of here!

- Thank you.

- Out!

- Lovely to meet you.

What do you think?

- [sighs]
Nursing home delirium.

Acute cognitive dysfunction

from some combination

of dehydration, stasis,
over-medication,

and a lack
of human engagement.

- Could be.

She's neurologically intact but
her mucous membranes are dry.

If you're right,
fluids will perk her up.

- Mm, yeah, for now.

- What?

- Well, I'm sorry, it's just
that her records indicate

she led a remarkable life.

Was one of the first female
test pilots, trained at NASA.

Even if fluids work,

it's sad seeing someone
like that wind up like this.

- Well...

- Incoming!
Dr. Choi.

We're going to Baghdad.

[alarm beeps]
[indistinct P.A. announcement]

- On it.

- Talk to me.

- Frank McCormick.
Here's his EKG.

42, lost his rhythm again
in the van.

Shocked from v-fib
in the field.

- Hang in there, Frank,
it's going to be okay.

- Excuse us, ma'am.

- Let's rotate.

[suspenseful music]

- All right, let's transfer him
on my count.

One, two, three.

- Transfer.

- Dr. Choi,
what have you got?

- STEMI.
A big one.

*

[machines beeping]

He flipped back
into v-fib.

- On it.
- STATs are dropping.

- Frank.
- Paddles to Dr. Choi.

- Ma'am, ma'am,
is this your husband?

- Yes.
- He had a heart attack.

Please step outside.

- Oh, my God.
- Come with me

and stand right there.

- Charge 200.
- Charging.

*

- Clear.
- Clear.

[machines beeping]

[paddles shock]

[machine flat-lining]

- Charging.

[paddles whirring]

Clear.

[paddles shock]

[machine beeping]

- Heart rate's back to 65.

Pressure's 115 over 60.

- All right, let's get him
up to the cath lab.

Based on his EKG,
he's gonna need a bypass.

- Okay, let's go.

Watch the lines.

*

- Wait.

Did you say he needs a bypass?
- Yes, ma'am.

We got your husband's
rhythm back,

but he's still not
out of the woods.

We need to find the blockage
that caused his heart attack

and most likely,

we will graft new vessels on
around it.

- But that means going
on a heart-lung machine, right?

- Yes, it does.

- Then I'll have to refuse.

- Refuse?
What?

- My husband can't have
any surgery

that involves
the administration of blood.

We're Jehovah's Witnesses.

*

- Stop!

Stop it!
Get it off of me.

They're inside
of this thing now.

- Chuck,
you're hallucinating again.

It's part of the DTs.

We're gonna increase
your sedatives.

- I don't want a sedative.

How many times do I got
to tell you that?

I don't need a sedative.
I don't need a sedative.

I need a drink.

- You know I can't do that.

- Then get the hell
out of here!

- Hey, how long
have I known you?

Years.

Every time you come in here,
you are sicker.

One of these times
you're going to be too far gone.

Chuck, listen to me.

You're never gonna beat this
if you give in now.

- [crying]
I'm never gonna beat this.

I ain't beating nothing.

Please help.
Make it stop.

Please, please,
make it stop.

- I'm trying to help you.

- [vomits]

- [clears throat]

[gags]

- I told you...
I told you how to help me,

but you don't listen.

- Going to increase
your sedatives,

and I'm going to get you
a clean blanket.

- I don't need a clean blanket.

I need a drink.

Youse are killing me
with all your help!

.

- Frank, we respect
your beliefs, we do.

But the fact is, you're going
to have another heart attack.

The only question is when.

- You page me?

- This is Dr. Downey,
our top cardiothoracic surgeon.

I was just explaining
to the McCormicks

that unfortunately surgery

is the only option
that we have left.

- And I was explaining
that we need an alternative

that doesn't involve
the administration of blood.

- It is his own blood.

It's re-circulated.

- Blood contains
the gift of life.

Once it leaves the body,
it's contaminated forever.

- I know you think
we're being difficult,

but this isn't
just about the danger

that Frank's body
is in right now.

It's about he and I being able
to spend eternity together.

- We understand,
but you have to--

- What about bloodless surgery?

- What's that?

- It's where we do it off-pump.

Operate on the heart
while it's still beating.

[tense music]

- You can do that?

- Yes.

- Though it comes
with significant risks.

- For the McCormicks, the
heart-lung machine is a risk.

Stopping the heart, removing
the blood to oxygenate it,

then putting it back
violates their faith,

so let's do it
without the machine.

*

- Excuse us for a moment.

*

He's got
bad three vessel disease.

He's a terrible candidate.

It's too high of a risk.

- Higher than not doing
anything at all?

- Let's at least give them
some time

to see if they want to choose
the safer option.

- We don't want to wait.

We want to do
the bloodless surgery.

- Okay.

I'll inform the OR.

*

- Please, it's a lot--

please.

- You need to up his benzos.

- I already did, twice.

- Then give him a milligram
of Haldol, too.

- [sighs]

- I'll tell you,
when I was a clinical nurse

I used to dread DT patients.

- I know, such misery.

- And most of the time
they're back in two months

to do it all over again.

- Mm-hmm.

- I lost my wedding ring
recently,

didn't find it for three days.

- What did Bert say?

- You know,
he didn't say anything,

which was weird because
he's usually so observant.

- Huh.

- Oh, excuse me.
Daniel.

What are you doing tonight?

- Mm, working, why?

- Well, an old friend
of Bert's and mine

has moved to town

and I thought we could
all go to dinner.

- You know, sounds like a blast
but I really am slammed.

- Come on, Daniel.

Bert's been so grumpy lately,

and he always cheers up
when he talks to you.

- What's going on?

- It's a long story, but you'd
really be helping me out.

Besides, Maribel loves Scotch
and ballroom dancing.

You haven't been out
in a while.

- You know,
there's a reason for that.

There's this new study out,

says dating
can lead to marriage.

- It's just a friendly dinner.

- Yeah, and I'm still paying
two and a half alimonies.

Those friendly dinners
can get expensive.

Ooh, Ms. Reese, any word
on that nursing home patient?

- Actually, there is.

- Daniel.
- I got to go.

Thank you so much
for the invite.

Best to Bert.

We'll do it next time.

- So the good news is,
Ms. Wechsler's doing much better

after some fluids.

She's awake and alert.

- That is good news.

- Yes, though she does still
have a fever

and is reporting
lower abdominal pain.

- Fluids and scans?

- All negative except for
a slightly elevated white count,

but I'm already doing
an infectious workup now.

- Sounds like a great plan.

What's the bad news?

- This is Wanda Stern.

In from the same nursing home.

She has a 101 fever

and feels Nixon is just

what this country needs to
run out the commies.

Fluids and labs?

- Fluids and labs.

- Hey.

Sorry about your ring.

- It's so stupid.

I can't believe I lost it.

- No, no, no.
Come on.

These things,
they happen.

- No, illnesses happen.

Bad weather happens.

This is on me.

- Look, I'm on all your
patients, so don't worry, okay?

Just...try to take it easy.

- I feel so terrible.

Like, like I betrayed Jeff,
like I didn't care enough.

- Hey, April?

April.

What's in the bag?

- Nothing,
it's a personal item.

- Is that a bottle of booze?

- [sighs]

[dramatic music]

*

- You were going to give that
to Mr. Gleason?

- My nursing supervisor
did it all the time.

- April,
it's against protocol.

- Since when do you care
about that?

- I care about getting
our patient through this.

- Does he look
like he's getting through this?

He needs a drink.

- I didn't say
it would be easy, but that?

That's just a Band-Aid.

- I come in here every day
and I put Band-Aids on patients

and most of them
thank me for it.

- And he may thank you,
but you're not helping him.

- And you are?

Standing around while he dies
in front of us?

- This man has a chance
to get past his problem

and make a new start.

- He's telling us
that he doesn't want that,

and it's up to us to listen.

- No, no, no, no.

It's not my job to listen.

I'm a doctor.

It's my job to decide
what is best for him.

- That is exactly why
I'm a nurse.

*

- Hey.

Uh, Frank McCormick
is going into surgery.

I need you to load his angio
into the system.

- You doctor Rhodes?

- Uh, yep.

- Should be up now.

[tense music]

*

- Yeah, thanks.

*

- No luck yet, huh?

- Not yet, but we haven't even
gone through the trash.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, uh...

[clears throat]
My head is...spinning.

I feel like I'm gonna throw up,
but--oh, Maggie.

- Natalie,
I'm gonna find your ring,

but in the meantime,

I want you to go in there,

have a drink of water,

and lie down.

Okay?
- Mm-hmm.

- All right.

*

Natalie?

.

- I don't know why you guys
are ordering all these tests.

I'm anemic.
It was nothing.

- That's not
what the EKG's saying.

I'm seeing elevated ST segments

in the anterior
and lateral leads.

- Where?

- Tell echo
we're bringing her upstairs.

- Echo?

I have no cardiac history,
no risk factors.

You guys are just being overly
cautious because it's me.

- Nat, that's darn right
that's what we're doing.

Stop being stubborn
and listen to the man, please?

Let's go.

- Ugh.

- On Wednesdays, I go downstairs
to the beauty shop.

- My neighbor Sheila
always does my hair.

- Okay.

- How about the card room?

I play a lot of canasta.

- In the south lobby?
- No, darling.

Uh, in the north.

- Oh.

- How we doing, ladies?

Any luck?

- Wanda here is lovely,

and though I appreciate
your theory that our conditions

may arise
from the same source,

I'm afraid the only thing we
have in common is Sinai Gardens.

- Ah.

Ms. Reese, could I, um...

could I talk to you
for a moment?

- Mm-hmm.

- Keep at it.

- [sighs]

Their labs are all negative,

but both are febrile
with leukocytosis,

and infections
in the elderly

can present quite differently
than normal.

I think we need to start
looking for zebras.

Rickettsia, leptospirosis--

- Ms. Stern had some redness
in her left eye.

You notice that?

- Probably from the chlorine
in the pool.

She likes to do
water aerobics.

- But consider the symptoms.

Acute delirium,
severe dehydration,

lower abdominal pain,
one itchy red eye.

- Like I said,
in an 85-year-old,

it could be anything.

- If these women were closer
to you in age,

what might you suspect?

- [gasps]

[tense music]

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

- Why not?

- No.
Because they're old ladies.

They can't have gonorrhea.

- Are you trying to tell me
that because they're old,

they can no longer be
sexually active?

- Well, come on, they barely
have the energy to play canasta,

whatever that is.

I say we keep digging.

- Ahem.
There's a gentleman

from the retirement home
out there

inquiring about
the status of your two patients.

Says his name is Clyde.

*

- Hmm.

Maybe they, um, have something
in common after all.

- We're gonna need
some swabs.

*

- Dr. Halstead!

- What happened?

- He just started
vomiting blood.

- Must have ruptured
an esophageal varix.

Prep a Minnesota tube
and call for MTP.

I need to intubate.

[suspenseful music]

It's from years
of alcoholic cirrhosis.

The vessels get dilated
and tortured.

- But why's this
all happening right now?

- Must have ruptured
from all the vomiting.

*

- Right, tube.

*

Got an airway.

Bag him.

- Good breath sounds
bilaterally.

- We need to stop this bleeding.

Minnesota tube.
- Yes, Doctor.

- What do you need?
- Start a groin line.

Get a rapid transfuser,
and give him two of blood, stat.

I need more suction.

- I got it.

- Send a runner to Central
for the infuser,

and call the blood bank.

- I'm on it.

- I can't see a damn thing.

All right,
I'm gonna have to go in blind.

- Line's in.

- Start the MTP.

*

- Pressure's down
to 80 over 40.

He's bleeding out.

- Come on.

Come on.

Got it!

- Blood's going.
- Good.

Ready to inflate
the internal balloons.

Syringe.

- Want an x-ray
for placement?

- No time.

As soon as the balloons
are inflated,

we'll know whether the pressure
they're placing on the vessels

is enough
to staunch the bleeding.

*

- Bleeding's stopped.

- For now.

[tense music]

- Call GI to cauterize
the vessels.

- Okay.

*

- I'm doing everything I can.

*

- Dr. Halstead?

Dr. Manning's results
from echo.

- Knock, knock.

- Hey.

Did you get my echo results?

- Yeah, good news.

You definitely did not
have a heart attack.

- You see?

That's what
I've been saying.

- But you did have
a cardiac event.

Uh, takotsubo cardiomyopathy.

- Let me see that.

- Um,
spasm on your coronary artery.

Would explain the shortness
of breath and chest pain.

Scary for sure,
but completely reversible.

Yeah, we should have you
out of here in a day or two.

- Losing my wedding ring.

That's what triggered this.

- Hey, it's not always easy
to pinpoint the cause

of the stress.
You--you just can't know.

- Will, no, you don't have to
sugar-coat it.

I know the colloquial term
for this.

Broken heart syndrome.

[solemn music]

This is about, uh...

This is about Jeff.

*

- Chance of another episode
is incredibly low.

*

You will get past this,

I promise.

*

Yeah.

*

- I came as soon
as Maggie called me.

How is she?

- Hi, uh...
she's gonna be okay.

- Oh.

*

Hi.

- And LAD is finished.

- Raising the heart ventrally
to get at the RCA.

- Uh-huh.

- Two-thirds of the way there.

This is the big one.

Right there.

- Scalpel and Gerald.

- Scalpel.

[machines beeping]

- Blood pressure bottomed out.

You got to lower
the heart back down.

- Okay.

[suspenseful music]

Okay.

Marty?

- It's not coming back.

- He's in v-fib.

We got to put him on the pump.

- No, we'll defibrillate him,
continue as planned.

- And then what?

This is gonna happen again.

- Clear.
- Clear.

[instrument whirring]

[machine beeping]

*

- Still v-fib.

- We have to put him
on the pump.

We don't have a choice.

- Charge to 50.

- Charging.

[instrument whirring]

- Clear.

*

- This isn't working.

We need to get the perfusionist
and the bypass team in here now.

- That's not an option,
Dr. Rhodes.

- Then we will get his wife
in here

and we will get her consent.

*

- It's his ball game.

.

- I don't understand.
Is Frank okay?

- Please, put this on.

[dramatic music]

*

- We're not getting
the pressure back.

- Frank, oh, my God.

- Your husband is dying.

I'm pumping his heart
with my hands.

*

- Mrs. McCormick.

If you don't authorize this
right now,

you'll never see him
alive again.

*

- Is there really
no other way?

- No.

*

- Do what you have to.

Forgive me, Jehovah.

- Why don't you come
with me outside?

- Right, let's hook him up
and get to work.

*

This is
the right thing to do.

*

- Thank you.

Yeah.
That was Julia.

She needs me
to relieve her.

I could bring Owen
back here a little later.

- Maybe later tonight.

- Okay, all right,
well, you just, uh...

you just call me and--and let me
know what you'd like, all right?

- Oh, uh, Helen, actually,

I'm sorry.

One last thing.
- Mm-hmm.

- Do you know where Jeff
got my ring?

- Well, not right offhand,
but I-I could look that up.

- Please.

- You're not thinking about
replacing the ring, are you?

- Yes, I am.

- Do you really think
that's a good idea?

- Why wouldn't it be?

- Natalie,
I know you loved Jeff.

Jeff loved you,

but maybe losing the ring
is a sign.

- A sign?

- Natalie...

what do they call this?

Broken heart syndrome.

[solemn music]

Your grieving is so great

that it has put you
in a hospital bed

and is keeping you from coming
home to see your son.

So, maybe you just...

you need to let go a little bit.

- How could you say that?

I would never let go
of Jeff.

- I don't mean
let go of him.

Just...

move forward.

- [sobs]

*

- You just...

you call me and let me know

if you need anything
from home.

*

- The clap?

Yikes.

Have Rose and Wanda
been told?

How did they take it?

- You'd have to ask them.

- Mr. Glickman,

partner notification
is an important part

of gonorrhea treatment,

and while we really don't
want to be intrusive--

- A gentleman never tells.

- But if there are others,
they should be informed.

- There's Cookie.

Beautiful blue eyes.

- Cookie?

- Sylvia,
marvelous sense of humor.

- So you're sleeping
with four different women?

- Ms. Reese.

- You make it sound tawdry.

It's not like that.

At our age,
there are very few men left,

and people need companionship.

I make them happy,
they make me happy.

And I love them,
all of them.

All of them.

I think of it
as assisted loving.

- We'll get you a shot of
ceftriaxone and azithromycin.

The nurse will be with you
shortly.

- Don't touch that.
Get away.

- Hey, Dr. Choi.

Earl said to give this
back to you.

- What--what
do you mean?

- Made such a racket,
wouldn't let him get any sleep.

Said he's going
to get a gerbil.

- Don't touch that.
Get away, get away.

- Sorry, Maggie,
I got to go.

- Hey, what am I
supposed to do with it?

- I don't know.

Put him in
the doctors' lounge.

- [scoffs]
- Get away, get away.

- Come on.

[indistinct P.A. announcement]

- [laughs softly]

- Hm.

- Oh, Frank,
I was so scared.

- Told you
it'd be all right.

Jehovah lit the path.

It was His will.

These doctors,

maybe you should do
every surgery this way.

[chuckles softly]

- Mr. McCormick,
you should know

that there were complications
with the surgery.

- What kind
of complications?

- We had to use
the bypass machine after all.

- I thought we made
our wishes clear.

Did they tell you
they were doing this?

- They did.

- And you gave them
your permission?

[tense music]

How could you
do this to me?

- I did it for you.
For us.

You weren't going
to survive the surgery.

- And now how am I supposed
to survive eternity?

- Frank, I'm sorry.

- Get out.
- Please.

- Get out.

- [cries]

*

- You had no right.

You had no right.

*

- That is why we don't
disregard patients' wishes.

- Have you read the fine print
of what they believe in?

They can accept
all the fractions of blood

but they can't accept them
all together.

Does that make
any sense to you?

- Doesn't have to
make sense to us.

If he believed
he would live longer

if his wounds were dressed
in green bandages,

then we give him
green bandages.

- Not if the green bandages
are going to kill him.

- Yeah,
even if it kills him.

- David, do you
really believe that?

Or is this just because
this is the day

that your liver
is going to be ablated?

*

I saw your name
on the board in IR.

- The mass on my liver
isn't shrinking.

We're going to try
and reduce it again.

In fact,
I should mosey down there.

You're a good surgeon,
Dr. Rhodes,

but saving a life
isn't always the answer,

and you will never be
a great surgeon

until you understand that.

.

- Hey, hey, hey.

Look what I found.

- Where did you find it?

- In a linen bag, stuck to
the hem of a fitted sheet.

[poignant music]

That's why you quadruple check,
right?

- Thank you, Maggie.

I thought it was gone
for good.

- Well, now it's back.

- Mm.

*

- We're gonna beat 'em
to the finish line.

Here it comes.
Hold on tight.

Up we go.
- Whoo!

- Thank you very much.

- Thank you again
for all your help.

- Ms. Wechsler,
can I ask you something?

- Sure.

- [sighs]

You're a strong,
successful woman.

You flew jets.

Aren't you angry with him?

- I tell you, Ms. Reese,

some men spend their whole lives
with women

but never bother to learn
what pleases them.

Clyde learned.

*

- Let's go, Rosebud,

before this thing turns
back into a pumpkin.

Thank you very much.

Going flying.

*

- [sighs]

*

He seems like a nice enough guy,

but no one is worth lying,
cheating, or disease.

- Where are you getting
lying and cheating?

- You heard what he said.

- Didn't hear that.

This looks like more of an...
open relationship to me.

- Well, you would think by
their age they'd be past that.

- Past wanting
physical intimacy?

- If my boyfriend ever suggested
an open relationship,

I'd kill him.

- Huh.

*

You might be surprised
how things

you once thought
were so important

become less so
when you get older.

My life definitely become
bigger, messier,

far more interesting
than I ever thought it could

when I was younger.

And you know what?

It hasn't always been
such a bad thing.

*

- Well, I'm not that young.

I'm almost 26.

*

- [huffs]

*

So you know, I was thinking,
if you guys--

you know, your friend's still
going out to dinner,

I wouldn't be opposed.

- Great,
you changed your mind.

- Yeah, got hungry.

- Well,
not too hungry I hope.

My friend's a vegan.

- A vegan?
And you're telling me now?

That's curious.

- Important thing is,
it'll make Bert happy.

- You know I live to serve.

- T-shirt
and a pair of jeans.

- I paid for it.

- How much?

[laughter]

- Mr. Gleason seems
much improved.

- Yeah.

- When did his tremors subside?

- Uh, about 20 minutes ago.

- And no more hallucinations?

- Mm-mmm.

- Did we up his benzos?

- No, why?

[tense music]

- Nurse Sexton.

*

Pretty miraculous turnaround
for our frequent flier,

don't you think?

- It looks like
he'll pull through, yeah.

- Did you give him
a drink?

- No.

- Well, someone did,
so who was it?

*

Goodwin?

- I guess once a nurse,
always a nurse.

*

- Excuse me,
a word, please?

- Sure.

*

- You gave Mr. Gleason a drink?

- He was likely going to die
without one.

I've seen it happen.

- So it doesn't matter if that
was against hospital policy,

'cause I'm pretty sure
if that were me,

I'd be raked over the coals
right now by you.

- Damned if you do
and damned if you don't.

I admit, it's a bit
of a double standard.

What can I say?

- This patient...

he had a chance
to kick his addiction.

Now it's gone.

- Dr. Halstead, an addict
doesn't just kick a habit.

He's got to want to quit,
and right now he doesn't.

Listen, you can't force a person
to move on from something

if they're not ready.

You know they found
Dr. Manning's ring.

*

Want to come up with me
to see her?

- I'll be up a little later.

*

- Any shortness of breath?

Mr. McCormick,
I am sorry.

We were just trying to deal
with the circumstances--

- The best you could.

I know.

Do you even think about God's
will or just your own?

You familiar with...
Peter 5:2?

- "Be a shepherd to the flock
that is under your care.

"Watch over them.

"Not for what
you'll get out of it,

but because you are eager
to serve God."

You entrusted me
to watch over

not just your body
but your soul.

You're alive....

because I couldn't imagine
life without you.

I misplaced my faith.

Today, I didn't serve God.

But I have to believe
that a god of love

is also a god
of forgiveness.

[solemn music]

*

*

- [chuckles]

[sighs]

*

*

*

*

[wolf howls]