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I'm proposing a mobile unit.

If the patients can't get to us, we gotta go to them.

You have no knowledge of the way this place operates

or the chain of command.

You're resistant to change.

It's only going to hinder your ability moving forward.

CPD didn't find any evidence of forced entry.

But I know how I felt. Someone was in my house.

Wow.

What is all this? - Good morning.

Good morning.

Have a seat.

Uh, careful now.

I might outstay my welcome.

Would that be such a bad thing?

Are you asking me to move in?

Why not?

I mean, hasn't this been kind of fun?

Uh, what part?

Being driven from my home by a crazed stalker or...

I know the circumstances were not ideal,

but I love sharing a home with you.

And I don't want that to end.

Oh, Dennis, I don't know if I'm in the right headspace

for discussing long-term plans right now.

I hear you. I hear you.

But you think about it.

Of course I will.

I'm hearing we're down and OB and a charge nurse.

And good morning to you, too, Dr. Archer.

And you approved this, did you?

Maggie and Hannah are doing a mobile women's health clinic

on the South Side.

I sent you a memo about it last week.

We need them on the floor.

I don't disagree, but I was overruled.

By Goodwin?

This initiative has her full support.

This is a one-time thing?

- For now. - Mm-hmm.

What time are they back?

Read the memo.

Oh!

Smell that deliciousness.

Mmm. Harold's Chicken.

They're all over Chicago.

Not just any Harold's Chicken.

It's the original, without a doubt the best.

You gotta show some respect.

Are you all doing the well-women exams?

- Oh, we're just setting up. - We are, yeah. Here.

Get you to take a seat right here.

Do you need anything? We have snacks.

We've got granola bars, crackers, chips.

- I'm okay. Thanks. - Okay.

Was I too thirsty? - Kind of.

I just really need a good turnout today.

It's the only way we convince the board to keep funding this.

But we don't open for another 45 minutes,

and we already have a patient.

We got this. - Yeah.

Relax.

Okay.

Dr. Archer, take trauma 1.

- Got it, trainee. Talk to me, Matt.

Jordan Bennett, 16-year-old male.

Fell off a reach during a rock slide

at the South County State Park. He's critical.

- How far did he fall? - About 20 feet.

Massive head trauma, arrested during transpo.

ROSC after 1 amp of epi.

Doesn't sound encouraging.

The buddy's right behind us.

Tried to rescue Jordan after the fall, then slipped himself.

He's a real hero.

Hmm.

Let's hope for a happy ending. Ready?

On my count. One, two, three.

- Trauma 3 is ready for you. - Thanks, Trini.

Cody Lawson, 15-year-old male, chest pain and bruising

from falling on the crag.

Lacerations on both arms, a fractured left wrist,

and left knee injury.

Looks a lot better than his friend.

Well, he rolled.

His friend fell. - Makes a difference.

Need X-ray in here.

Get him on a vent and place a second large-bore IV.

These boys hiking alone?

No, they were part of a group,

some kind of adventure camp.

The counselor could tell you more.

He's coming in on the next ambo.

All right, second IV's in.

I'll check on Frost.

I know, buddy. I know.

We're getting you something for the pain, all right?

How's he doing?

A couple of bruised ribs, wrist, and a knee injury.

But he's gonna be okay.

Um, Dr. Frost?

Is that a rash?

It looks like insect bites.

Maybe fire ants?

Jordan was carrying this.

Wow. What's in here?

Let's look.

Ugh.

I just saw the other kid.

This was no adventure camp.

No, it looks like they were being tortured.

ICP is in the high 30s,

and markedly reduced brain perfusion.

Well, that's not good.

Give him one gram per kilo of mannitol.

Is he gonna make it?

He's gonna need a really aggressive surgery

to even have a chance.

And I'm not optimistic.

But then again, I'm never optimistic.

- Dr. Archer? - Hmm?

Camp counselor's here.

What the hell are you doing to these kids?

- What do you mean? Today was an accident.

I'm not talking about just today.

- There was a rockslide... - These boys... no, stop!

These boys came in.

They were malnourished. They were freezing.

They were covered in bug bites.

It's a disciplinary camp.

Listen, man, don't talk to me about discipline, okay?

I went through Navy boot camp.

This is abuse.

We're trying to show these kids

that their actions have consequences.

When they act out, they get their food privileges revoked,

or they lose their sleeping bag for a night.

Yeah, tell me, do the parents know anything about

what you're subjecting them to, huh?

Do they have any idea that you got them lugging

50-pound backpacks filled with rocks?

Their parents signed them up for this.

Oh.

Everything we're doing is legal.

Okay, well, I'm not gonna take your word for it.

I'm gonna be alerting hospital counsel.

Look, these kids aren't star students.

Most of them are one misstep away from juvie.

Our methods may seem extreme, but that's because

we have a short window to pull them back from the edge.

Mm, well, today, two of those kids

went over the edge on your watch,

an edge they never should have been on in the first place.

He just opened his eyes.

- All right, thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Hey there, buddy.

I'm Dr. Frost. - Hey.

How you feeling?

My chest hurts.

My leg too.

Well, you bruised some ribs and injured your knee,

so that's to be expected.

What happened?

You took a pretty bad fall.

Do you remember that?

Uh, no, not at all.

His CT scan was normal, right?

Yep, and neuro exam was normal too.

Okay.

Do you know where you are?

Hospital.

That's right.

Can you tell me things like your name, your age?

No, sorry.

It's okay.

Do you remember anything about the camp?

What camp?

Thank you.

So there's dinner on the stove when I get to the house.

Breakfast is already made when I wake up.

He does the dishes.

Daniel, he makes up the bed and puts a glass of water

on the nightstand.

What a prick.

No, no, no.

It's just that I'm not used to...

Being taken care of in a manner you most

definitely deserve.

Dr. Goodwin, sorry to interrupt,

but we need you to come with us to your

hospital security office. - What's going on?

Well, I'll explain on the way,

but right now we need to move you to a secure location.

You mean like an active threat?

No time to explain.

We gotta move.

You gonna be all right?

Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Dr. Charles, you know I'll keep her safe.

Yeah, keep me updated.

Copy that.

Extensive skull fractures, severe left-side, frontal,

and temporal contusions, significant brain edema causing

left-to-right midline shift, not to mention the persistently

high intracranial pressure.

I'd recommend an up-front left-side hemicraniectomy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

We're not sawing off half his skull

and leaving his brain exposed for months?

That's not how I'd put it.

Well, sort of hoping you would.

A hemicraniectomy feels like the last resort,

not the first line of defense.

Well, we could continue to treat conservatively

with scheduled mannitol, ongoing paralytics

and sedation, see if we can keep his ICPs down.

- There you go. Let's do that. Let's do that.

Absolutely not.

I agree with Dr. Abrams' assessment.

This is not the time for a cautious, stepwise approach.

We're at the last resort stage.

Oh, no, no, we are not.

There was not a major bleed in his CT.

All right, Sam, how sure are you that a hemicraniectomy

is the right procedure here?

It's close, 51/49.

Jordan could herniate at any moment,

and then it'll be too late for surgery.

And when are his parents arriving?

We haven't reached them yet.

High-risk brain surgery on a minor without legal

guardians' consent when there's a viable alternative,

I don't know, Sam.

Sounds kind of dicey to me.

Let's monitor for a bit longer while we

try to reach the parents.

In the interim, push the sodium above 145

and I'll have Gottfried in to place an EVD.

All right.

You recognize him, right?

Oh, yes, of course, it's Patrick Dunn.

He worked in radiology for years.

Until you let him go a few weeks ago.

What... you think he sent a death threat?

Yes, ma'am, we think it's a very high likelihood.

Look, he had an overblown reaction,

but a lot of people did.

As long as I have worked with Patrick Dunn,

he is always well-mannered and completely professional.

Completely professional with a history

of mental instability and aggressive behavior.

He also has several guns registered in his name.

Why would he be targeting me?

We've been monitoring his social media accounts.

Dunn's been posting a barrage of vitriol against Med

on social media since you fired him.

And he posted a message an hour ago about you.

The language is violent, Ms. Goodwin.

Well, that... that changes things, doesn't it?

- Hey, Mags? - Yeah?

Can you grab some alcohol wipes?

You got it.

Hey!

Hey, what are you doing?

Hey!

Stop!

Those are not yours!

Open the door.

Those medical supplies are for people in need.

What's going on in there?

Is someone hurt?

- I'm a registered nurse. I can help.

Please open the door.

Please.

Hey.

Where is she? - In there.

How far along are you?

I don't know.

I think about nine months.

What's your name, sweetie?

Sylvie.

Sylvie, my name is Maggie.

I'm a nurse and midwife.

We're gonna get through this together, okay?

So this is just a first guess, right?

But I think that we might be looking at some form

of dissociative amnesia.

Like you dissociate from yourself?

Kind of, but whereas with the sort of garden variety

"bump on the head forget stuff" version, in this case,

your mind blocks out personal information

and memories in order to protect you

from a traumatic experience.

Cody seems pretty chill for a guy who doesn't know who he is.

Weird, right?

But that lack of concern is common

with dissociative amnesia.

Do you know, did he experience any memory loss

before the accident?

His counselor told me no.

All right, say anything else?

He did, actually, yeah.

After Jordan fell over the ledge,

Cody snapped, wouldn't stop screaming,

like he was possessed out of his body.

Keith tried to hold him back, but Cody began scrambling down

the ridge to save Jordan until he slipped

near the bottom himself.

That's interesting.

Cody Lawson's mother just landed at O'Hare.

She should be here in an hour or so.

Thank you.

Let me know when she arrives, okay?

I'd like to be there when she walks in the room.

- You got it. - Thank you.

Just ride out the wave.

There you go.

Come on, cuz. You got this.

Shut up, Eli.

Okay, okay. Give me the bag.

How long ago did your water break?

First period, around 9:00.

I found Eli, and he walked me home.

Okay, are you the father?

No, that's my cousin.

The father doesn't know and never will.

This is your house?

Me and my mom, yeah.

Okay, when does she get home?

Three hours or so.

Why don't we give her a call?

- No! - No way!

Not an option.

Why not?

Aunt Donna doesn't know.

Okay, did you wear baggy clothes to hide the pregnancy?

- My mom can't ever know. She'd kill me.

Okay, we'll worry about that later.

Right now, we got a baby coming,

so I'll call my friend Dr. Asher

over at the mobile clinic.

But I forgot my phone at the van.

I need to borrow one of your phones.

We don't have phones.

You're teenagers on planet Earth.

You must have phones.

Aunt Donna says they're a distraction.

Okay, change of plan.

I need you to go to the mobile clinic and find a Dr. Asher,

and bring her back here.

- Why can't you do it? You're a midwife.

Sweetie, I need all the help we can get, okay?

Okay.

Eli, go now.

Okay.

Okay, all right, sweetie.

Do you mind if I check your dilation?

Okay, I need you to scooch to the side.

You're gonna feel some pressure.

Okay, ah, Sylvie, you are 10 centimeters dilated,

which means...

The baby's coming, like, right now.

Yeah, I guess we're doing this.

Take Motrin for the pain, and follow up

with an orthopedic surgeon after the swelling goes down.

Any questions?

I'm not a monster.

Okay.

I know you and your colleagues think that

we were abusing these kids.

I can't speak for my colleagues, but yes, I do.

While these camps may be legal, which blows my mind,

I think they're despicable.

So you think I'm despicable?

Connect the dots however you will.

I've seen this method change lives.

Changed my life.

Save your shtick.

I'm not buying what you're selling.

Trust me.

Fine, can you at least tell me how Jordan is doing?

Despite what you think, I really

do care about these kids.

I'm not at liberty to discuss Jordan's

medical information with you.

Yes, you are.

I'm legally responsible for Jordan

until his parents get here.

Do you have that in writing?

Cody, I have a visitor for you.

Cody.

Hi.

Who is this?

This is, uh, this is Shayna.

This is... this is your mom.

I'm sorry.

I don't know who this is.

Cody, you really don't know me?

Uh, no.

Oh, my God.

This is all my fault.

I should never have sent him to that awful place.

What's wrong with her?

I just... I didn't know what else to do.

I was gonna lose him.

Why don't you give Cody a little rest, all right?

- I didn't have a choice. I didn't.

- I completely understand. - I have to go.

I'm sorry. - Okay.

No, I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

Listen to me.

Breathe with me.

Your body knows how to do this, okay?

You got this.

No, I can't.

My back is killing me.

Okay, okay.

Okay, let's stand up and relieve that pressure, okay?

And then we're gonna lay back down,

and we're gonna deliver this baby, okay?

Okay, on three. One, two, three.

Good job, sweetie.

Good job.

Good girl. Ready?

One, two, three. Let's get up.

Oh!

- There you go. Lean against the wall.

There you go, there you go.

Okay, how does your back feel?

Much better, thanks.

Good, good.

Ready to lay back down?

Yeah, sure.

There you go.

Oh, Maggie.

The baby's coming.

Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Let's get to the bed.

No, it's too late.

Okay, okay, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on.

Oh, okay, Sylvie, got the head.

Okay, I need one more push.

Okay, look at me.

You got this. Okay?

On three.

One, two, three, push, Sylvie!

Push!

Okay, I got her.

I got her.

There she is, Sylvie.

You did it, mama.

Let me clamp the umbilical cord.

There you go.

You have a healthy baby girl with an equally healthy set

of lungs, just like her mama.

Okay, I'm gonna cut the umbilical cord,

and then do you wanna hold her?

Just cut it, and take her to the hospital.

I don't want her.

Sylvie, you don't have to decide right now.

Please, just do it.

I don't want her attached to me.

Okay, sweetie, there you go.

Okay, why don't you sit down?

There you go.

Listen to me.

Everything is okay, okay?

Shayna, how are you doing?

I know that that was a whole lot to take in,

and I just wanted to check up on you.

Do you mind if I sit?

I was at my wit's end with Cody.

He was flunking out of school, getting in fights.

Pretty sure he started dealing drugs.

And whenever I'd try and talk to him,

he would just... he would just explode at me.

Mm, sounds like, you know, had a whole lot of anger

that he didn't know what to do with.

Well, he never told me why.

And then last summer, he got a DUI.

He spent the night in jail.

I mean, my friend said she knew about this camp.

I realize it's... it was a horrible idea, but I ju... I...

Shayna, I get it.

You're desperate.

I just... I just wanted it to be the wake-up call that

I really believed he needed because I thought otherwise

he was gonna end up dead.

That's just really hard to believe because he used to be

such a sweet and gentle kid.

Until... until when?

Until his dad died.

- And they were... they were close?

I don't know how close they were, but Mark was his dad.

Cody loved him.

I tried to make sure it stayed that way.

How?

How did you make sure it stayed that way?

Mark was a drunk.

I tried to make sure that Cody just saw

the happy drunk, right, the clown version,

the one that would play video games with him all day

and wrestle, and...

when I could sense that he was about to turn, though,

I would grab Cody and get him out of there real fast.

And by turn, you mean?

I mean he would get violent.

I did my best to protect Cody.

I'm not sure how successful I was.

How exactly did your husband die?

Mark was, uh, um, fixing a...

a rain leak on our roof.

And he just loved doing things around the house.

And he'd been drinking all day and lost his balance.

And he... he slipped and he fell.

And Cody... Cody was there?

Cody... - No, no, no, no.

Neither of us were.

Earlier in the day when I could tell that Mark was turning,

I grabbed Cody, and I took him to our neighbor Sally's house.

You know, Shayna, there's a procedure

that I'd like to talk to you about.

It has the potential to help us help Cody with his memory loss.

Whoa, wait.

Hold it, hold it.

What are you doing, huh?

This patient doesn't have an order for transfer.

We were told to take him to OR number 5.

And who told you that?

Me.

You got consent from his parents?

We haven't reached them yet.

Well, then this isn't happening.

Keith Bauman consented to Jordan's surgery.

The camp counselor?

Keith has the legal authority to make medical decisions

on Jordan's behalf.

Are you for real right now?

Very much so, Dr. Archer.

That man is the one responsible

for Jordan's injuries.

That's exactly why he signed, to try to save Jordan's life.

Playing it safe won't do that.

All right, don't move this patient until I get back.

Where are you going?

And?

She's absolutely perfect.

Did you check her Apgar score,

color, heart rate, reflexes, muscle tone, and respiration?

I did.

Everything checks out.

Oh.

Where'd you learn all that?

YouTube. Yeah.

See, I learned in case I would have to deliver the baby,

but I'm glad you did it.

Ambulance will be here any second.

Okay, I'll go wake up Sylvie.

Okay.

What are you doing?

You shouldn't be on your feet yet.

I've gotta get everything cleaned up

before my mom gets home, take it all to the laundromat.

Okay, forget about the sheets.

Drink this.

Listen, your mom's gonna find out sooner or later.

No!

Just take her.

Make sure she's safe, that she goes to people who love her.

Okay.

Giving up a baby is a big decision.

It's not one that you should be making on your own.

Now, I can talk to your mom for you.

You don't understand.

She had me when she was 16.

She didn't get to finish high school or go to college.

She sacrificed her whole life for me.

And this is how I repay her?

You're afraid of disappointing her?

Okay, uh,

she will be disappointed.

There's no way around it.

I know my mom was when I got pregnant at 16.

You?

I was terrified to tell my parents, especially my mom.

Pushed it off for months and...

as long as I could.

And when I finally did tell her,

she was disappointed and furious.

But she didn't stop loving me.

She didn't stop being there for me.

She was still my mom.

What did you do with the baby?

I gave her up.

Do you ever regret it?

Sometimes.

But you are not me.

You need to make the right decision for you.

I just...

I don't know. I don't know what to do.

Okay, who do you normally talk to when you

have to make a tough decision?

- My mom. - All right.

Well, let's call her on the way to the hospital, okay?

Okay.

Look, it's pretty cut and dry.

I mean, Mr. Bauman has the legal authority as granted

by Jordan's parents to make medical decisions in the event

they're unreachable.

They still unreachable?

- Yeah. - Yes.

Then Mr. Bauman's consent holds.

You and Dr. Abrams can proceed with surgery.

Sorry we wasted your time, Peter.

Wasn't my idea.

We haven't maxed out on conservative options.

That is your opinion.

Based on decades of experience.

Forget trying to stick it to me for a second.

This has nothing to do with you.

I'm doing what's necessary to save Jordan's life.

Or have you forgotten that's our primary goal?

Cody, as I was explaining to Shayna,

what we're about to do is something we call

a medication-assisted interview.

Okay.

Dr. Frost is gonna give you a sedative.

It's called lorazepam, and it's gonna relax you.

Hopefully, maybe, as we talk, who knows?

We might start getting your memory back.

Are you ready?

Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Pushing 1 milligram lorazepam.

All you gotta do, pal, is just...

just relax, you know?

Just gonna have a conversation.

Okay, so I am just wondering if at this point,

you would be able to tell me your full name.

I know my first name is Cody,

but just because you keep calling me that.

All right, how about if I ask you about your dad?

Anything... anything coming up there?

No, nothing. I'm sorry.

Hey, I don't want you to apologize, all right?

It's not a test.

I'm just gonna keep asking you questions.

And if something, anything comes up, just let it.

- Okay. - Good.

Okay, so now back to your dad, I don't know.

Sometimes it's just, like, little details,

you know, color of his hair, sound of his voice,

maybe a favorite present he gave you for the holidays.

I remember the smell of his cologne.

Oh.

Okay, excellent.

What did it smell like?

Maybe like his shampoo he liked?

And sweat.

He would sweat when he was working.

Right.

Wasn't he, um, working up on the roof the day that he died?

I think he was.

Look, I know you weren't there,

but um, remember anything about that day?

I was there.

Honey, you're confused.

He wasn't there.

You weren't... you weren't there.

Shayna, thanks.

So what you're saying is that you...

you were there.

I thought that your mom took you to a neighbor's house.

Yes, she did, but I went back home.

Okay, why?

Why'd you go back?

Because I thought my mom did.

- 'Cause you were what? You were worried about her?

Yeah, when my dad drank, she would

always take me somewhere else, but she would always go back.

Oh, so you're back at the house.

Now, what would happen?

What did... what did you see?

My...

my dad was on the roof.

He was... he was so drunk he could barely stand.

And when he saw me, he asked me where my mom was.

And when I wouldn't tell him, he got mad, like really mad.

And he started to throw things at me.

And it wasn't until he threw the hammer that...

that he lost his balance.

And he fell, and he landed on the fence,

and the spikes went right through him,

and there was blood everywhere.

But Dad was still alive.

He asked me to call 911.

And did you?

No, I didn't move.

- Why not? Why didn't you call?

So she would always be safe,

so that he would never hurt her again.

Okay, Sylvie, so it looks like you have

a small first-degree vaginal tear.

Am I gonna need stitches?

No, no, no.

First-degree tear heals on its own in a few weeks.

Mom?

I'm so sorry, Mom.

All the talks we had?

I know.

I do not want this life for you.

I know.

You've sacrificed so much for me.

I don't care about that.

I'd do it all again.

But you are meant for better things.

I won't let this derail you.

That's... that's why I'm not keeping it.

Wait, Mama!

Sylvie.

Give her time.

She needs to wrap her head around this, okay?

All right, extend the dural opening.

Got it.

What happened?

We got severe venous bleeding from the sagittal sinus.

Skull fracture, likely a bolster branch.

BP's dropping into the 50s.

Latest hemoglobin is only 7.1.

Lactate's been rising. - Stay on top of it.

Push more fluids and blood.

We're already maxed out on pressors.

He's losing it quicker than I can replace it.

What if you drill off more skull

to get across the midline, flap the dural on itself

to reconstruct the sagittal sinus

and secure it down?

He could suffer a venous bleed,

or he could thrombose the whole sinus and stroke out.

Or he could continue bleeding out,

and we lose him in the next two minutes.

All right. Drill?

You mind if I join you?

You're from the South Side.

I can hear it when you talk.

Probably within three blocks of High Park Boulevard?

Two blocks.

Thought so.

You?

Kimbark Avenue.

Bet we know some of the same people.

I guarantee we do.

Sylvie thinks I'm mad at her, but I'm just mad at myself.

I failed her.

That's not true at all.

Then how'd this happen?

How did she make the exact same mistake I did?

The same way you did, the same way I did.

Life happens.

You didn't keep your baby, did you?

No.

Know how I knew that?

You're a nurse, and I drive a bus.

There's nothing wrong with driving a bus.

No, but point is, mistakes can cost you if you let them.

And I don't want Sylvie driving any bus.

I want her to go wherever her heart takes her.

That's my life.

That's my life's work.

She's my life.

That can't include a baby.

I get you, but this is Sylvie's decision.

How can I leave this up to her knowing what I know?

Because if you don't, she'll never forgive you.

And Sylvie won't know what to do until she...

until she holds that baby in her arms.

She hasn't held her yet?

Well, I know why.

I told Sylvie a million times how

I fell in love with her the moment

I first held her in my arms.

There was no choice.

She was mine.

Sylvie knows that if she holds that baby,

she won't be able to let it go either.

I held my baby,

and I fell in love with her too, instantly.

And then I said goodbye.

Sylvie will know what to do.

I gave Shayna the name of a therapist I really trust.

And look, they got a long road ahead of them,

but they do the work, they got a real good shot.

- Yeah? I mean, I certainly hope so.

Human mind never ceases to astonish me.

I'm telling you.

I mean, Cody's gave him a complete memory wipe

to protect him from trauma.

Yeah, I mean, I wish I could wipe my parents

from my memory, permanently.

Not too... not too close, huh?

Haven't spoken to them in years.

Well, look, I've been there, brother.

The thing I try to remember when I'm...

- Uh, look, I... - When I'm grinding on my...

I really appreciate it, Dr. Charles,

but I got someplace I need to be, so...

Right on. Off you go, man.

I get it. - All right.

- All good. - I'll see you.

Hey, it's okay.

Make sure to support her head.

She looks just like you as a baby.

Sylvie, no matter what you decide,

you need to hold this baby and tell her

what's in your heart for both of you.

Yeah.

Hey.

Mama?

Yes, baby?

I wanna keep her.

Then that's what we'll do.

But you'll have one thing I didn't.

Me.

We'll do this together, okay?

Babies need names, Sylvie.

Her name is Sophia.

Hey, Sophia.

Hey.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennett, I wanted

to come introduce myself.

I'm Dr. Archer.

Hi. - How's our boy?

He's still in surgery.

I'm glad we were able to reach you.

Yeah, we were on my brother's farm

with terrible cell reception.

Yeah.

Dr. Lenox, these are Jordan's parents.

Mr. And Mrs. Bennett.

During surgery, your son suffered a massive brain bleed,

which was a complication

from the massive skull fractures

he sustained in his fall.

Unfortunately, although we attempted

to resuscitate Jordan,

we ultimately were unable to save him,

and Jordan died.

No, no, no.

Oh, my God, no.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I'm gonna need you to reschedule

my morning appointment.

One second.

Come in.

I'm gonna have to call you back, okay?

All right.

Patrick Dunn's being transported

to Med in an ambulance.

What happened?

Self-inflicted gunshot wound to the chest.

He tried to kill himself during a standoff with police.

He's alive, but barely.

Save it.

What?

What did you say?

Save it? Save it?

Are you kidding?

That kid never had to have surgery,

but you pushed it, he died,

and the blame for that falls directly onto you.

Yeah.

You think waiting would have saved Jordan?

He was a time bomb waiting to happen.

I gave him a chance to live.

He would still be here if not for you.

You don't know that.

But go ahead and live in your alternate reality

where Dean Archer is always right,

and I will live in this one,

where sometimes we lose patients.

You made a bad call, and you goddamn well know it!

When your tantrum is over, I'll be in the ED

treating patients.

You're gonna answer for this.

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