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We had a thing. Weren't you 15?

I'm not a victim here.

You're not being honest with yourself.

It also takes real bravery to look a story in the face,

stare it down, see it for what it really is.

You're making this sound like I forced myself on you.

It was love.

That's something that I used to believe.

The hospital has already hired scabs?

It would be grossly negligent not to have replacements

should the nurses strike.

I don't appreciate being played

by one of my best friends.

Let's not make this personal.

I'm sorry, Sharon. I'm afraid it already is.

Did you book your flights to the conference yet?

Yeah. Why?

Any chance I could get you to join me for an extra day

in Myrtle Beach?

Mm.

Wow.

Who's the lucky guy?

And what makes you think there's a guy?

It's the heart surgeon that you mentioned, right?

What was his name? Shaye or Shader?

Dr. Hayes.

We're attending a conference, Kip.

It's the Summit on Healthcare Leadership.

Okay, Dr. Lenox. Uh-huh. Thank you.

Try to have a good time. Okay. Goodbye.

Hey, Trini, let's grab this guy a chest X-ray

and then have labs run a CBC, BMP, and a, uh...

Blood gas.

Okay.

You should probably go home and take care of that cough.

I'm... I'm sorry, Dr. Ripley.

Uh, I don't know how it came on so fast.

Thank you. Yeah.

That's the third nurse this morning

that's had to go home, Mags... what the hell's going on?

Yeah, and it's not just the nurses, FYI.

Dr. Asher called in sick this morning as well.

Something's going around.

Well, whatever it is, it's coming on like a freight train.

Somebody please help.

Our boy can't breathe. He's turning blue.

I got him.

You're going to Treatment 3. Yeah.

Right behind you. Hey, I'm Dr. Frost.

Can you tell me your name? Bode.

We were at a birthday party around the corner.

There was cake.

Bode's got a peanut allergy. We forgot his EpiPen at home.

All right, no problem. That happens. No need to worry.

Bode, can you open your mouth for me, please?

All right, we got some swelling in the pharynx, for sure.

But no need to intubate yet.

There are no nurses here? Long story.

Epi? Yeah.

Found it.

All right, Bode, slight pinch.

You ready?

Starting to feel a little better?

Oh, thank God. Okay.

If anyone's listening, I could really use some help in here!

Yep.

A forklift dropped a quarter ton of pallets

on this poor guy.

Chest took the brunt of it. X-ray's up over there.

And it shows a hemothorax, which you're

in the process of relieving, so what do you need help with?

He's having a run of non-sustained V-tach.

I was worried we might have to run a code.

You know, I'm kind of shorthanded here.

Yeah, we're working on that.

Well, what do I do if he stays in V-tach next time?

I don't know, Loren... quickly grow another pair of hands?

Maggie, let's have CT bring down a wearable defibrillator

for Mr. Marquez and see if Dr. Hayes can weigh in.

Will do.

All right, just got off the phone with Goodwin.

She's on her way in.

Says she's trying to call in some agency nurses.

And she asks if you could hold the fort down in the interim.

Not you too.

I've been fighting it all morning.

I should probably go home before I get anyone else sick.

Yep, of course. All right.

Yeah.

We got this, right?

Excuse me. Can somebody help us, please?

My kid turned blue.

What's going on here? What's happening?

Well, I'm not detecting any distress in your son's airways,

so that's good news.

But there must be something wrong with him... look.

Could there have been some kind of gas leak in the restaurant?

Um...

Well, he was struggling earlier back at the party.

Weren't you, son?

He said that his throat felt tight.

Ezra have any allergies you guys know about?

Not that we know of.

I brought a slice in from the party

in case you wanted to run any tests.

I know Mandy said there weren't any peanuts in it,

but you never know, right?

Dr. Frost?

I'll be right back.

Lana, Kirk, how you doing? I'm Dr. Charles.

How's Bode doing? Better since the epi.

But shouldn't his color have returned by now?

Yeah, should have.

What are you doing?

I don't think that Bode's cyanotic.

I think his skin was dyed by a napkin

at the birthday party.

But he was gasping for breath.

I'm suspecting that the allergic reaction

has more to do with the dye itself than peanuts.

Okay. And what about the others?

Maggie? Sharon.

Yeah, did I hear you weren't feeling well?

Yeah, I must have caught a bug or something.

I feel horrible about this.

Here, let me take a look. No, no, no, no, no, no.

I don't want you to catch this.

I just think it's... it's just best that I go home.

I'm sorry.

Well, that explains the cyanosis,

but what about the complaints of shortness of breath?

Maybe some kind of mass hysteria?

I think that's taking it a little too far.

I think it's more an example of how suggestible

we can all get under the right circumstances, you know?

Kids picking up on the parents' panic, vice versa, you know?

And so none of these kids are actually sick.

That's crazy.

My guess is, they're not really sick either.

Who? Nurses.

This is a sick-out.

Synced and corrected by synk - www.addic7ed.com -

We've already called in temps,

so they'll be trickling in over the course of the day.

I'll be gloving up myself to help as best I can.

And, of course, we've got our traveling nurses,

uh, Kacy and Darla, here to pitch in.

Any you thought of putting us on diversion?

We hope that won't be necessary.

Look, I'm not saying this is gonna be easy.

Our nurses, as we all know, are irreplaceable.

But today we're gonna have to find a way

to do without them, okay?

Let's get to work.

Gentlemen, I am concerned about this backlog.

Let's have you two rip through all the fast-track stuff,

allow the rest of us to handle anything that needs a workup.

Sure. All right.

I heard you were looking for me.

So who can tell me what we see?

It's cardiac wall motion abnormalities of the left ventricle.

And both the aortic and the mitral

look to be critically damaged and need replacing.

This patient just underwent severe trauma.

What should our timetable be?

With declining output and diminished ejection fractions,

his heart's just gonna get worse.

Not sure how much risk we're reducing by waiting.

So let's err on the side of action, not caution.

We'll do a modified Commando procedure,

replace both valves at once, keep his time on the table to a minimum.

This surgery is gonna require another set of skilled hands.

I know it's not your specialty,

but I'm hoping you'll team up with me on this one.

Well, I appreciate the offer, Nicholas,

but I'm not sure the E.D. can spare me today.

It's kind of insane down here.

Because of the nurses?

I-I'm afraid I-I might even have to cancel our trip

to Myrtle Beach. No, Caitlin.

You can't. It's gonna be epic.

I booked us a-a private dinner at the hotel tomorrow night...

one of the finalists from Top Chef season 12, apparently.

Uh, trust me, it's not what I would prefer.

I was looking forward to this.

Let's see how the day goes, okay?

We'll probably have to go on diversion,

which should open up my schedule enough

to at least assist you on the surgery.

Great.

But we'll need to be working in unison, okay?

Like dance partners.

So I think we should practice our choreography.

I'll have a training mannequin set up,

and I'll see you upstairs in about an hour?

Yeah, sounds great. Okay.

And I'm gonna figure out a way

to get you to come to Myrtle regardless.

Just warning you right now.

And we're gonna have to go analog

if we have any chance of knocking these out.

Nurses really put us behind the eight ball.

I take it you don't support them.

Not when they're pretending to be sick.

Do you?

I'm a proud union man through and through.

I'm still holding on to my SAG card.

Can't beat the medical.

Oh, trust me, I'm sympathetic to the nurses' demands

and to unions in general.

I mean, they did give us weekends off.

Not that it matters in an E.D. Eh, I don't know, Dean.

You're giving off some Scrooge McDuck vibes.

I mean, what, you believe it's every man for himself?

Yeah, I believe in enlightened self-interest,

you know, the principles upon which

this great country is founded. Uh-huh.

Rugged individualism and all that, the invisible hand.

Yeah, it's that old horror film

where the, uh, disembodied hand comes creeping along at night

and just suffocates you in your sleep, right?

It's Adam Smith.

Don't they teach you anything at school anymore?

All right, how do you wanna divvy these up?

I don't wanna throw too much at you.

So what about two for me, one for you?

I can hold up my end. Give me half.

Yeah, there's no need to be a hero.

We're just trying to make it through the day.

No, no, no. Okay, you know what?

In fact, I bet that I get my patients out the door

before you get yours out.

Really? And what stakes do you propose?

Loser buys lunch.

And not the free stuff we get in the cafeteria

every day, all right?

I'm talking about a nice restaurant off-site.

Uh-huh. Winner's cHeyce, huh? Yeah.

Like candy from a baby.

Cocky.

Okay.

Ambos are starting to peel away.

I hear they're rerouting to East Mercy.

Let's all take a moment to appreciate the stroke of genius by Maggie.

Aww.

Thank you. Wow.

For a bunch of people who begged off work

because of illness, none of you appear to be very sick.

Dr. Archer said that you were eager

to crawl back into bed, Grayson.

You too, Leah. What happened?

Did you get lost? Grayson, Leah...

most everyone here is just waiting for the pharmacy

to fill their prescription. Uh-huh.

Seems there's a bit of a logjam.

They said it might take a while.

I can help with that. Have them all filled at Med.

What script are you waiting for, Doris?

I'm sorry, Sharon, but that sounds vaguely like a violation

of her HIPAA rights.

I'm sure that wasn't your intent.

Well, would it be possible for me to grab Maggie

for a quick second? I'm not the boss of her.

Okay. Thank you.

You gloved up, I see.

Someone had to.

Well, if you're trying to make me feel guilty, save your breath.

I'm already there, but you left us with no cHeyce.

Maggie, if you guys get caught faking this,

that's patient abandonment.

It could be grounds for dismissal

and even legal repercussions.

Perhaps we can establish a side channel, the two of us,

to defuse this bomb before it blows up.

We already tried that.

And... and you were somewhat less than transparent.

Maggie, come back to work, please.

I don't want you to get hurt.

Thank you for your concern,

but I think that I'm just gonna stay here with my people.

You know, for a second, I was so lightheaded,

I thought I might faint into my lobster bisque,

which would have been a disaster,

because everybody knows, orange... bah, not my color.

So this was at the Art Institute?

Yes, well, the Board of Trustees...

they were having a brunch

for all the donors and the friends of the museum.

They say I'm great at a cocktail party,

so I get a lot of invites anyway.

Okay, Mr. Lambert, um...

Oh, no, please, call me Frederick.

Okay, Frederick, how long, again, have you been feeling

the numbness in your leg? It's been about three days.

Is this, uh, something I should be worried about?

Tingling can be hard to pin down sometimes.

Um, you do have a low-grade fever, though,

and your heart rate's a little elevated,

so I'd like to get a chest X-ray

just to rule out any pneumonia

and, uh, also get some lab tests done as well.

All right, Frederick,

registration gave me your wristband,

and they should be over shortly for your ID and insurance card.

Ah, I'm afraid that I don't carry a wallet

on me, ordinarily.

You know, it tends to destroy the line of my suit jacket.

Okay.

Oh, uh, in here, Margaret.

Uh, this handsome young doctor

needs to see your insurance card.

It was trickier than I thought to park.

Oh. Here it is.

Thank you.

Your name's Margaret Charles?

Yes. That's funny.

We, uh... we have a Dr. Charles who works here.

That's funny... I have a son they call Dr. Charles

who works here as well.

Mom?

What are you doing here?

I'm here with Freddie.

Who's Freddie? Ooh, uh, that would be me.

Although only she gets to call me that.

Pleasure to meet you.

He's my fiancé.

Congrats.

Okay.

Hey, uh, you haven't seen any monofilament, have you?

Yeah, right here.

Thank you.

Oh, looks like you're gonna need a couple more of these.

What happened to her?

Walked through a sliding glass door.

Ugh. It's gonna take a while to stitch up, huh?

Whole family with strep.

You know, these rapid tests only take a couple of minutes now.

It's a real time-saver.

Hey, I was thinking Italian, by the way.

You know, Monteverde has some white truffles in season.

It's crazy expensive,

but I hear you can really taste the difference.

How'd you two meet?

At the symphony, through mutual friends...

almost three months ago.

And there I was worrying that you hadn't taken the time

to get to know each other... silly me.

Maybe if you called a little more often,

you wouldn't have been so blindsided.

Where is he from? Does he still work?

Has he been married before? Does he have any kids?

Uh, New Mexico, originally, I think.

Not sure about any children.

I'm sorry. What else did you ask?

No, I'm sorry, because it sounds to me like you're getting married

to somebody you don't know a whole lot about.

Honestly, Daniel, details aren't that important to me.

Freddie's good company. He makes me laugh.

And I am slowing down, after all.

Somebody needs to look after me.

I'm just trying to make sure

you're not getting taken advantage of.

I mean, is Lambert even his real name?

Who knows? Doesn't carry a wallet.

Honestly, Dan, can't you be just a little happy for me?

And you wonder why I hadn't told you.

Excuse me, Margaret.

Frederick was wondering if you could fetch his Hermès throw

that you bought him for his birthday.

He's feeling a little chilly.

Don't you start.

Truthfully, I hate to admit it,

but patient care is suffering, no doubt.

I think we should consider closing to ambulance traffic.

Do we have any cHeyce? We've heard rumors

they've set up a war room around the corner.

No, it's not exactly a war room.

So it's true? You've seen them yourself?

I have.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Peter, but if the hospital can prove

that the nurses aren't really sick,

that could be considered an illegal work action

and they'd be in breach of contract, wouldn't they?

If we could prove intent, yeah.

Is that something you can confirm, Sharon?

No, I can't.

But I get the impression that they're eager to resolve this.

How far apart were we, again, Peter?

On the coverage ratios, we're in the same neighborhood,

but on the wage increases,

I mean, we're not even in the same area code.

Look, Miranda, if the board is willing to meet them halfway,

I'm pretty sure that's a framework they will accept.

Okay.

But they need to know that this is our best and final, Sharon.

This can't keep going on.

Bossa nova?

I told you we're gonna be dance partners, right?

Mm-hmm. Here, you take the lead.

If I remember correctly, the standard Commando procedure

involves starting with an oblique aortotomy?

Normally, yes,

but I was hoping to save a little time

and get this guy off the table quicker.

So I was thinking we'd try an aorto-annulo-septotomy.

Through the left atrial roof. No.

We wanna leave that intact to guarantee better homeostasis.

I don't understand. Then where do I cut?

Let me show you.

It's tricky, but...

we wanna incise the aortic annulus here,

only moderately apart from the right fibrous trigone,

so as to avoid interference

with the major conduction pathway, like so.

And voilà.

See how suddenly clearer our field of vision is gonna be?

Now we can replace the mitral

and aortic valve simultaneously.

That's genius... truly.

We'll be able to get to everything faster that way,

like you said.

I have a habit of doing that sometimes...

taking things too fast.

Uh-huh.

You don't think that's what's happening here, do you?

Because I don't wanna rush you.

Maybe we should table this until Myrtle Beach.

Yeah, I think that's wise.

Meet back here in 30, Dr. Lenox?

I'll go clear my schedule.

I'll see you in surgery, Dr. Howard.

A 6% wage hike?

Per year for the duration of the contract,

plus a reduction of the coverage ratio

from 5 to 4 1/2 patients per nurse.

That's not exactly what we asked for, Sharon.

I'm telling you, Maggie, as a friend,

this deal won't get any better.

Well, that's a nonstarter.

Really?

Because I feel like we're almost getting everything that we asked for.

After only half a day sitting out.

Imagine what we could achieve if we sat out till tomorrow

or even next week. I don't know.

I mean, are we here to win a fair contract

or to draw blood?

Draw blood. What?

That's how you know you've won.

This fight isn't just about us.

It's for the generations coming up behind.

We have a responsibility to get the best contract we can.

Yes, but what if that's what this is?

Why do you think they sent Sharon to present the offer?

She's preying on your willingness to trust her.

We hold the line, Maggie.

There's more juice left to squeeze.

Hey.

How's, um, uh, old Frederick doing?

I'm not sure, to be honest.

I mean, at first glance, he seems not so bad.

Lungs are clear. Nothing terrible on his labs.

And yet?

And yet I can't seem to get his BP off the floor, for example.

His breathing is becoming more labored.

Um, and then there's the numbness in his leg

and... and the pain in his back.

Think we could be looking at pyelonephritis?

No, no. Urine's clean.

Uh, I thought he was septic, but I don't see any cause.

I wonder if there's a neurological angle to this,

you know, given the numbness?

Maybe it's a good idea

for me to do a, you know, quick neuropsych eval,

you know, knock a few things off the list.

Do you really think that's necessary?

Better safe than sorry, right?

Okay.

Hey, what's the deal with this guy?

I don't recall him being on my roster.

Rear-ended, still waiting on an MRI.

Radiology needs all the metal taken out of his body first.

Okay. Don't look at me.

I gotta titrate a nicardipine drip in 7.

But...

Hey. Did you mess up my board?

I'm a Navy man, Dr. Frost.

I abide by a strict code of honor.

Doesn't answer my question.

Yeah, I... I'm... I'm too in the weeds

to resort to petty gamesmanship.

Get a grip.

I'm Dr. Frost. How you doing?

No introduction.

Twist off, I think, right?

I'll figure it out.

Okay.

Sorry.

Hey, I just heard you're bailing out on the surgery.

What do you think you're doing? I'm heading home.

I think I might have caught whatever it is

the nurses might have. They don't have anything.

They're faking sick for leverage. What's your excuse?

Naomi, I thought we resolved

this lack of commitment you're exhibiting.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Dr. Hayes is a legend... Just stop it already

with this worship of this great and powerful Dr. Hayes!

You have no idea who he really is.

What are you talking about?

Naomi.

Excellent. Perfect.

Okay, now I'd like to try something a little bit different.

I'm gonna say a category, okay?

And you just say the first three things that come to mind.

For instance, um, animals.

Uh, uh, zebra, ostrich, jaguar.

Frederick, if... if you're too tired,

we can do this later. No, no, no, I'm fine.

It's fun. Articles of clothing?

Ah, let's say...

a Johnstons of Elgin cashmere sweater,

Gucci loafers, and then, of course, a Brioni tuxedo.

Ooh, expensive tastes...

exotic ones, too... a man of refinement.

A tuxedo isn't exotic.

It's a staple of any gentleman's wardrobe.

Don't you agree?

I haven't worn one since my first wedding.

Mm, that's a shame.

How many times you been married?

Well, from what Margaret tells me, fewer times than you.

You know what? I think you're probably right about that.

And what do you do for a living, if you don't mind me asking?

What's this about?

He disapproves of our relationship.

He doesn't like you, Freddie, at all.

And he thinks you're taking advantage of me.

Right?

Mother, he is using you, okay?

And he's not even trying to hide it.

Come on, the clothes, the... the health insurance,

the... the Hermès blanket?

I mean, all those procedures, my God.

You can be straight with me.

You paid for the last Botox, didn't you?

That was a chemical peel. Oh.

And who cares? I like him.

I know what this is really about.

You do, do you? Enlighten me.

Cece.

Cece.

Huh. Tell me more.

I disapproved of your partner once upon a time,

and now you're finally getting your revenge.

Disapproved of my partner? She was my first wife!

And you didn't come to our wedding,

and you never told me why, but I got this crazy hunch

it had something to do with the fact that she was Black.

Jesus, Daniel. I'm sorry.

If that's supposed to be an apology, you're 30 years too late.

Okay, go ahead. Flog your dear old mother.

I can take it.

The women in this family have always been made

of stronger stuff.

Oh, is that right?

Stronger than who?

Me, Tommy...

Dad?

All. All of you.

It's really Freddie

I should've been worried about the whole time, right?

'Cause as soon as you start,

you're gonna drive him away all by your lonesome.

Start what?

You know, picking on him, wearing him down,

bludgeoning him with your extraordinary eye for weakness,

your cruelty.

'Cause that's what you do, isn't it?

I mean, you grind the weaklings down to a nub

until one day they can't take it anymore,

and they walk into the garage, and they close the door,

and they turn on the car.

Ah! Stop!

And you say I'm cruel.

I loved your father.

Yeah, until there was nothing left.

Little help in here!

Oh!

He's crumping. BP's 78/50.

He's going into shock.

Give me an 8.0 ET tube and a Mac 3.

Draw up 20 of etomidate and 100 of sux.

Oh, my God, Freddie.

Okay, meds are in. BP's still falling.

Freddie!

You wasted all this time interrogating him

when you could have been figuring out what's actually wrong.

We had just finished a long and complicated transplant,

and Dr. Hayes asked me to stay behind

so he could teach me some of the techniques that he used

during the surgery. Okay.

I was so thrilled at the opportunity that...

I wasn't really paying attention

when he dismissed the rest of the team.

Anyway, um...

he asked me to show him how I would hold the instruments.

And he stood next to me, like...

really, really close.

And he used his hand

to move mine into the right positions,

like so.

And after a little while,

I could feel his other hand wrap around my waist.

And at first, I thought it was part of the instruction,

you know?

But then he pressed his hips into me,

pinning me against the table.

He used his hand to move down my body

and over the back of my thighs.

And...

I couldn't even speak or move

for what felt like forever, until...

Until what? I finally snapped out of it.

I-I pushed myself away from the table,

and I could see he could tell what I was thinking.

Immediately, he started to gaslight me,

saying all he was doing was trying to help me

master my technique.

I went home

feeling so humiliated...

And confused.

I can't tell what you're thinking...

whether or not you believe me.

No, no, I believe you.

The only reason I'm even saying anything

is because I know you're going away with him for the weekend,

and, well, I-I just thought you needed to know.

And that's... that's all that happened?

You're not withholding anything

'cause, I don't know, you're embarrassed?

N-no, that... that's everything.

Isn't that enough?

Okay.

Thank you for telling me.

I have to go to surgery.

And as soon as I'm done, I will have to report this.

No. Please, you can't.

I-I don't want this to jeopardize my residency.

I can't afford that.

Now that I know what to look out for, I'll be smarter.

I-I can avoid situations like that with him moving forward.

I can.

Naomi, you can't make this your responsibility.

Please! Please!

You need to promise me you won't say anything.

Just one second.

Ready to get out of here, Joanna?

Wow, when you said you had to keep me for observation

for an hour, I thought that was just a ballpark number,

not 60 minutes exactly.

Well, we like to run a tight ship here.

And I think we can safely rule out a concussion

from that fall you took.

Discharge papers? Uh, signed and sealed.

All right, Joanna, ready?

Wheels up. Let's go. Okay.

I should consider getting one of these myself.

Do you know if they make an electric version?

I'm not sure.

I got a stress fracture in my knee is why I'm asking...

about six weeks now.

My GP thought I'd actually gain weight

not being able to walk as much and all,

but I went the other way entirely.

You lost weight? 23 pounds, like magic.

That's probably why I fainted earlier.

My body still isn't used to the weight loss.

Uh, how'd your GP diagnose this stress fracture?

Did he get an MRI? No, just an X-ray.

Why?

All right, you know what?

Just to be on the safe side...

I'd like to take a better look at what's going on

inside that knee of yours.

Okay, I guess.

It shouldn't take too long.

Hoo-hoo! Yes!

Victory is mine.

Looks like you're buying, sucker!

I'm sorry.

Thought I had you there for a second.

Yeah, sure you did.

All right, let's go.

I mean, if he's not septic,

his body's doing a pretty good impression of it.

Did your, uh, psych eval bear any fruit?

Uh, not really.

I'm sorry, buddy. I just... I-I-I couldn't help myself.

Come on, you... you don't have to apologize to me.

It's kind of comforting to be reminded that you're human...

and, I guess, that I'm not the only one

who has issues with his mother.

You know, we didn't speak for almost 30 years.

Wow. Yeah.

I thought I was over all that stuff, but I guess not.

We really went at it, you know?

I guess I still got some hostility to work through,

as well, it seems, as some, what,

complicated feelings about men who are obsessed

with their appearance?

Like, where... where's that coming from?

Maybe it's time to take a little peek in the mirror,

so to speak. Exactly.

Hey, maybe I'm the one who needs a chemical peel.

Chemical peel?

Didn't you say that he had a pain in his... in his back?

Yeah. Why?

We need to MRI his spine immediately.

Okay, patty melts and milkshakes all around, okay?

Or... or... or whatever you want, all right?

Go crazy.

You shouldn't have, Dr. Frost.

Are you kidding me? We're stronger together, right?

I think you didn't, actually.

Yeah, well, I did not, because that's Archer's card.

Uh-huh.

But the sentiment is mine, so...

Yeah. Just saying.

Really thoughtful of you, all this.

Look, Maggie, if you have a minute,

I-I've just... I've been thinking...

Maggie, could you...?

Okay. I'm sorry.

Can this wait? Of course.

I'm so sorry. We're in the middle of things.

Go ahead. I get it, yeah. Okay.

Anything? Go nuts.

Can I get a burger?

What's up?

Just got off the phone with leadership.

The hospital canceled our next sit-down,

and they don't appear eager to reschedule.

It's like we've been ghosted.

I mean, what did we expect?

You need to reach back out to Sharon

and see if you can glean anything.

Wait, how is it that when you want something from Sharon,

you tell me to exploit the fact that we're friends,

but when she's offering intel, you warn me not to trust her?

I mean, which one is it? We're at war, Maggie.

Friendship doesn't matter, only leverage.

Call her.

Peter.

What's going on?

Management wants to start the ball rolling

on replacing the nurses.

Already?

Well, I just extended an offer.

At least give them the night to mull it over.

The board doesn't wanna find themselves

in the same position tomorrow.

I mean, you know Miranda. She hates feeling vulnerable.

So is this true?

You're... you're letting them all go?

We're exploring our options, yes.

You know, our nurses are not just numbers

on a spreadsheet, Miranda.

They're the lifeblood of everything we do here.

And if the hospital can't recognize that,

then I'll have no cHeyce

but to tender my resignation as well.

If your salary even came remotely close

to bridging the gap, I'd accept, Sharon.

Unfortunately, the money just isn't there.

If you can find some way

to show the nurses how much we value them

which doesn't include a bigger raise,

by all means, bring it to the table.

But do it fast.

A 5% pay bump.

That's less than what you were offering this morning.

Keep reading the fine print.

Illinois Public Act Number 102-064

as an amendment

to the Nurse Staffing Improvement Act of 2007...

Requires every hospital convene

a nursing care committee

co-chaired by a direct-care nurse.

We already know this, Sharon.

This is an eight-person committee...

four nurses, four admin.

Every issue ends up in a deadlock by design.

Maybe not anymore.

I spoke with the board.

They're willing to give you an extra seat

and to welcome an active nurse to sit on the advisory board

on a full-time basis.

Maggie, nurses will have a seat at the table.

Your voices will be heard.

I mean, that's just something you can't put a value on.

I'll run this up the flagpole.

Oh, and one more thing... free lunch.

What?

Doctors get carte blanche in the cafeteria

while nurses have to dig in their own pockets.

It's unfair, and it's easily rectified.

It's amazing how happy people are

when they get something for free.

Copy.

I can't believe that was your first time doing that.

Your movements were so precise and decisive.

By the way, my procedure's not the only thing

that went commando today.

I have a car waiting for us to take us to the airport.

I'll meet you out front.

So it's a bacterial infection?

When you had that chemical peel done, Frederick,

it's as if your skin had been exposed

to a second-degree burn,

temporarily removing a layer of protection

and leaving you susceptible

to a, uh, variety of rare microscopic bugs.

In your case, Pseudomonas aeruginosa.

It traveled through your bloodstream to your spine,

where it created an abscess.

That's why you've been experiencing numbness.

The good news is, your body's been responding

to the ceftazidime we've been administering.

We're very fortunate

Dr. Charles caught this in time.

It's always been my greatest sin... vanity.

It seems today it, uh, nearly cost me my life.

You know, if I didn't have someone

as grounded as your mother...

I fear I could be borne away on even the slightest breeze.

I don't know how

to stop myself from feeling...

So...

insubstantial.

You know, um, somebody a whole lot smarter than me

once said something like, um...

what was it?

Vanity... self-love...

self-love is nowhere near so vile a sin

as self-neglect.

That's Henry V, I think.

Who's gonna argue with the Bard, right?

You're very kind.

I can see why Margaret's constantly going on about you.

You're very kind.

Hey, Dean? Yeah?

You the one that sent Joanna Richards up for imaging?

Uh-huh. It's a good thing you did.

An aggressive little bastard of an osteosarcoma

growing into her tibia.

We didn't catch it now, she'd have lost that leg...

or worse. Yeah.

Thanks, Thalia. Thanks.

Well...

good evening.

So glad you're all feeling better.

That dreaded 11-hour flu... I hear it's going around.

And thank you, Dean, for your incredible generosity.

We knew you'd always have our back.

You're... you're welcome. So you bought lunch.

Dr. Archer. Yeah, hi.

Um, just think of it as an example

of that invisible hand you kept talking about, huh?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, okay, this... this number is far from...

Thank you. Yeah, you're welcome.

Far from invisible.

Whatever happened to starve a fever?

If it's any consolation,

I don't think the deal gets done without it.

I mean, what?

So...

what couldn't wait?

Yeah, I didn't mean to interrupt. Sorry.

Um, look, I've been meaning to talk to you

for a while now, and...

just the way I acted when you were asking about Ainsley...

It's... it's okay. It's... No.

It's water under the bridge. It's really not, Maggie.

Friends don't talk to each other like that.

And I was accusing you

of interfering in a place that you were not wanted,

o-of not knowing me.

But the truth is, you knew me a little too well,

and it scared me.

You were in so much pain, Jonathan,

it just hurt me to see you like that.

I get that.

All right, and you made me face up to something

that I hadn't wanted to in a long time.

I'm glad you did, though. I am.

And I-I just wanted to say thank you.

Anyway, um...

I'll let you get back to the celebration...

You confronted Ainsley about all this?

Yeah.

Yeah, I did.

How'd it go?

Well, how much time you got?

I got time.

I guess I'll give her the good news about Frederick.

Oh, I got it, pal.

She's asleep.

Mom, time to wake up.

Dr. Ripley's got some good news.

Then we're gonna go have some soup.

Mom.

She's not breathing. Mitch.

Mom!

Little help in here! Mom!

Code blue! Code blue!

Let's go! Full arrest!

Where's the crash cart? Get a crash cart in here!

We got this, Mom. We got you.

No pulse.

Come on.

Still nothing. No sinus rhythm.

Charge to 200. Nothing.

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