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Dr. Larsen was in a car accident.

She has no recollection
of the last eight years.

Dr. Larsen. She's the reason we're here.

If I'd had my memories, none
of this would've happened.

My home is the house where Michael lives

with his new wife and baby.

Half of me is trapped in that time.

And the other half wants a
man that I don't even remember.

I get that you want Jake
and to be the doctor you were.

I had a memory. I need all of it back.

Put me in the tank.

- How far along?
- Oh, I'm not sure.

Oh, your OB should be able to tell you.

Yeah, I don't have one.

You all right?

I've been having

stomach pains.

Some of my sisters said I
should get it checked out

so I'm on my way to Westside Hospital.

Seems like someone's

really trying to get a hold of you.

I think not everyone wanted me to leave.

And where are you from?

Uh, I'm really not supposed to say.

Anything?

Nothing. Let me out.

Listen, one memory means more are possible.

But that one took months.
So maybe try to be patient?

It's just an issue of me
remembering who I am

so I have a prayer of somehow
being whole. No biggie.

It's been a rough 24
hours. Why don't you go home

and get some rest?

Oh, you! Joan!

When did you get back?

- Oh! Yesterday.
- Oh!

Jet lag's killing me.

I-I thought you had two more weeks.

Five months was enough of Burma.

You know, even I'd
probably stay home from work

the day after being held hostage.

No, you wouldn't.

Anyway, I'm not working.
I was just too tired

to make it out the door.
- Well, you look fantastic.

Can't even tell you were in a car wreck.

Have to be inside my head for that. Look.

So I guess you're not
jockeying for the old job

- just yet?
- Are you kidding?

I'm an intern now.

Come, there's some
infants I want you to meet.

Allow me to introduce my
students: David, Ava, Sam.

So you're the legendary Dr. Amy Larsen?

- You know who I am?
- Best pupil she's ever had.

And the gold standard
we should all aspire to.

Though, sadly, we will never measure up.

All that time you were
looking at your phones,

you were actually listening to me.

Okay, onward, my motley crew.

You're working today?

Um, yeah, I just figured
it'd be good for morale.

What about you?

I just wanna see TJ.

Then I'm going home to crash.

Well, um, I guess I'll
see you tomorrow, then.

I can't take it anymore.

I've tried everything.

Uh, sugar, vinegar, holding my breath,

pulling my tongue, even
digital rectal massage.

Is that a thing?

Advancements of modern
medicine, sadly hiccups

still mystify most practitioners,

forcing us to rely on silly home remedies.

Which is why I am compelled to introduce

these wannabes and
myself. Hi, I'm Dr. Ridley.

I'll take a cure from anyone.

Well, thankfully,
Dr. Ridley's not just anyone.

She's an instructor of medicine and surgery

with privileges here at Westside.

So, apparently this poor soul

has had hiccups for 11 days.

And right on cue. Thank you.

Still a long way from the
world record. 68 years.

- Uh, not helpful.
- Even worse, irrelevant. Sam?

Family history of hiccups?

There's absolutely no genetic
conditions that cause this.

The scans show anything?

All negative. No stroke or MS.

Hardly inspiring, David. Wow me, Ava.

Adam, any chance you recall the events

leading up to the hiccups?

Yeah. It was a Sunday and I have a routine.

Woke up. Denver omelette.

Went to the gym.

So no one's gonna ask about the tattoos?

Are they medically relevant?

You can't know unless
you ask. And anyone with that

many tattoos wants you to ask.

Oh, so, what's your story?
- I am an artist.

- Mm.
- Uh, about three years ago,

I lost my studio in a fire.
Along with all my work.

So, I started to use my body as a canvas.

Now I can never lose my art

Just my mind.

Let's see what we can do about that.

Dr. Maitra, try baclofen.

For hiccups? That's like a sledgehammer.

Subtlety is overrated.

Hey, there. I was looking for you.

- Why aren't you home?
- I'm heading there now.

I just, we... we didn't get
a chance to talk last night.

No, we didn't.

This is big for you, Michael,

and I wanted to say congrats.

Thank you, Amy.

How's the baby?

Good. Good.

- Does he have a name yet?
- Still working on it.

I'd, uh, I'd better get back.

Yeah.

I'm so glad you're okay.

Dr. Larsen?

Sorry, I just... can you come
take a look at my patient?

All the OBs are busy, and
there's something weird.

Sure.

Megan, this is Dr. Larsen.

Nice to meet you. Um, so what's going on?

She's presenting with
abdominal pain, soreness,

and nausea. The ER
gave her meds for the pain.

My doula wasn't worried,

but I just wanna make sure my baby's okay.

So, you don't have a doctor?

Where I live, it's a tight-knit community.

Kinda off the grid. We don't
believe in traditional medicine.

I know what you're thinking, but, uh...

Our only concern is that you
and your baby get what you need.

We do. Moms-to-be are given the priority.

I get the best food, longest showers,

warmest blankets.

Um, I'd love to take a look.

So I'm gonna do another ultrasound.

So, um, no one came with you?

No. My baby's dad left a few months ago.

Doesn't live with us anymore.

It's okay. I'm really lucky.

My kid'll be raised by 20
people instead of just two.

Uh, this shouldn't take
long. Oh, it's cold. Sorry.

I need help.

Why are you still here?

I was leaving but I got
pulled into a consult.

Okay, patient is presenting
as seven months pregnant.

Rounded belly, pronounced breast changes,

sensation of fetal movement.
Came in with abdominal pain.

Worried about the baby.

And what did the ultrasound show?

A concerning mass.

We need a CT and a biopsy right away.

So why do you need me?

Because of what it didn't show.

There's no baby in her uterus.

And bloodwork shows that there never was.

What are you... doing here?

- Uh, I just...
- I can't right now.

Just give me a minute.

Did you start my patient on furosemide?

Yeah. Her O2 stats were dropping.

She has chronic kidney failure.

I checked her labs. She
looked like she could handle

a gentle diuresis.

She's already on an ACE inhibitor.

You just doubled down on renal risk.

Which is why I started her on VasoPress.

That raised her blood
pressure but didn't address

her heart failure or low ejection fraction.

So what did she need, Dr. Clark?

Do you have any idea what you're doing?

An inotrope.

Now I have to explain to her daughter

why she has a tube jammed down her trachea

when she was turning a corner this morning.

Lucy! 70-ETT etomidate and sucks. Stat.

This is the big leagues,
Brian. If you're gonna bring

your Double-A game, the least you could do

is consult me when you're
covering one of my patients.

Well, we can't all be as brilliant as you.

No. That's why you call me.

I assume you can handle the intubation?

- So what did you tell her?
- Nothing.

I don't know how long
she's been living in this sect

or cult or whatever it is,

or what she knows about medicine.

Okay, good. 'Cause pseudocyesis

has to be handled very delicately.

The safest path forward is to treat Megan

as if she's really pregnant.

- Lie to her.
- Yes.

And throw full disclosure out the window?

"Do no harm" has to come first.

I'm not sure that enabling a delusion

qualifies as "Do no harm."

This is a delusion so powerful

her body's compensated for it.

Telling her the truth
now could have her bolt

before you can even biopsy the mass.

But won't feeding a delusion

this deep make breaking it even harder?

Yes. And when that time comes,

I'll help her confront it.

But because you're the one lying to her,

you'll have to rip off the Band-Aid.

What's wrong?

I think I'm having a
delayed reaction to the tank.

You're having memories?

I mean, not like the memories that I had

when I was with Alex.
They're just weird flashes

without any context. Like, a piece of cake.

A glass of wine. Flowers.

I think I'm in a restaurant,
but I have no idea

with who or why it matters.

If they're triggered by your environment,

it's probably good you stay here today.

Maybe you'll get a hit
that gives you some clarity.

How about Sean?

Are you a Sean?

No, he doesn't like that one, either.

Oh. He's ruled out all my names so far.

Ryan. Archie. Sutton.

Well, I wasn't gonna name my son Sutton.

How about...

Simon?

For my dad?

Hey, new parents!

Congrats! Can I steal him a moment?

I assume you mean Michael?

So, when are you taking
your paternity leave?

Oh, I figured in a month or two

when the baby-nurse leaves.

Sooner is better. Like today.

This about what happened with UNOS?

You put our accreditation at risk

and you left me and the Board

unprepared to deal with the fallout.

- I'm sorry.
- You did what you could

under impossible circumstances,
that's what I've told everyone.

Because you've been here
seven months, and I'm the one

who hired you, I will take the heat

if we need to make a change.
- You can't be serious.

Take your paternity leave
now, let the smoke clear.

And by the time you get back,

the Board will have moved
onto a different target.

- What about a new chief?
I'd like that to be my hire.

It can wait. And if I find someone,

I'll give you a chance at vetting them.

Now go be with your family.

- Hey, there.
- Hey.

My mom still here?

Where else would I be?

Hi, baby.

- You feelin' okay?
- Yeah.

You didn't tell Liz any
family secret, did you?

Well, actually, she told me
all about your obsessions

with Uncrustables.

Hey, TJ, how you feeling?

Good. Better when I can get outta here.

Whaddya think, Doc? Couple days?

Mind if I have a look?

Ooh. Nice job with the wound closure.

You are healing well,

but I'm afraid you need
to lower your expectations

about how soon you're
getting back to normal.

Your muscle was badly
torn up by the bullet.

You're lucky we could save the leg.

You can probably go home in about a week.

But you're gonna need a lot of rehab

to get your strength back.

How long we talking?

Maybe six months before
you can walk normally again.

About a year before you
can run or play sports.

I'll check on you later.

But if you need to get up, call someone.

If he knew you like I do,
no way it will take that long.

Sure.

Gotta go, but Dad will be by later.

He should still get some rest.

I'm okay.

How you doing?

Uh, I've got snacks. I'm good.

I mean after yesterday.

Been through much worse.

Besides, I'm not the one
who got hit in the head.

- You get your CT yet?
- Yup, all good.

Gonna take two Tylenol
and call myself in the morning.

Uh, listen, about the other day, I...

No, I told you, we're good.

Anyway, it doesn't matter.

Amy and me, we're not
together anymore, so...

Oh, well, I'm sorry.

No, you're not. But thank you for trying.

Well, I am sorry you're hurting.

But, yeah, you deserve better.

Appreciate it.

The scan will give us a clearer picture

of what's causing your discomfort.

This is Dr. Walker. Um, she'll assist.

Few questions before we get started.

When'd you know you were pregnant?

Well, I missed my period,
just thought it was late.

Few weeks after that, I
guess. So, five months ago?

And when did the pain start?

Three, four weeks ago?

Did your baby have a
growth spurt around that time?

Yeah. That's when I really started showing.

Do you have any family we can contact?

No. Uh, I was raised in foster care.

Moved around a lot. I have a brother,

but we got separated when I was 11.

Haven't spoken since.

Okay, let's get you into the scan

Oh, good! I'm not too late.

- Ann?
- Um, sorry who are you?

I am Megan's family,

and you may not do a CT scan on her.

We don't take orders from you.

- It's bad for the baby.
- It is?

No, it's an acceptable level of radiation,

given our concerns and
what we need to look for.

You need to come home now - Okay, I will.

- Megan!
- I'm sorry, Sister Ann.

I just had to make sure the baby's okay.

- We'll take care of you both.
You can't trust these people

She can! And she clearly knows that

or she wouldn't have
traveled four hours to get here.

Megan?

I can't put radiation in my baby.

Then we can do an MRI,
which doesn't use radiation.

Her pain will only get worse

if she leaves here without treatment.

Fine. But where she goes, I go.

Big mistake there?

He's a good doctor. I'm just tired

of running circles around everyone.

Well, I was in the neighborhood,

thought I'd say hello and show you these.

Tchaikovsky's Fifth.

Box right above the strings section.

I wish I could go. I'm
having dinner with Joan.

Can't you reschedule?

Oh, she's only here for two weeks

- before she goes to Thailand.
- Amy...

Katie will go with you.

We need a night out. For us.

It's three o'clock.

Next time, plan it beforehand.

Look, I need to get back to work.

I will see you at home.

Well, well. Look who's back.

Oh, congratulations, Dad!

Thank you. It's very nice of you

to come up here to say that.
- That's not why I came up.

There's the Joan we know and love.

I understand you're in
the unenviable position

of trying to find a new
Chief of Internal Medicine.

So, a friend asked me
to put in a good word.

Mick Fascitelli?
- Oh, I'll have my assistant

- set up a meeting...
- Oh, God, no.

I wouldn't do that to you. He's awful.

But who else are you looking at?

Well, uh, Tori Davis has great credentials.

She does. Unfortunately,
she's a serial sexual harasser.

- Ah.
- I mean...

Max also mentioned Joseph Liu?

Oh, he'd be great.

But I'm pretty sure he
died three months ago.

Well, not ideal, then.

Um... A word of advice.

Don't hire anyone who's asking for it.

And I just wanna say, congrats and hi.

You're sure this won't hurt the baby?

The MRI is not harmful.

Our goal is to heal people, not hurt them.

I know you don't
understand the way we live,

but I will be just as much a
mother to that baby as Megan.

I'm sure it'll be wonderful
for her to have that support.

When she came to us, she was quite lost,

but everyone can see what
this baby has done for her.

Oh, for God's sake, there's no baby!

What are you talking about?

You brainwashed her into
needing it to feel special.

And now here we are.

- That is not possible!
She is obviously pregnant!

No. Megan's suffering
from a complex delusion

that causes her body to
mimic the effects of pregnancy.

- It's rare...
- So you're manipulating her?

No more than you people are.

Ann, we'd better talk outside.

You all think your way
is so much better, but...

- I'm not debating this.
What matters is Megan.

- Do you care about her?
- Of course I do.

Well, she has a
tumor. If we don't treat it,

she could die. That landing?

Now, since you know
what a CT is, I'm pretty sure

you've heard of a psychotic break?

That's where she's headed if
we destroy her fantasy right now.

We need to treat her physically first.

And if I decide to take her
someplace else to do that?

You're right. We don't know you,

or what's going on, where you're from.

But whatever it is, I
have DCYF, state police,

and the FBI on speed
dial. So if you even think

about trying to move her,
or breathe one word of this

to Megan, you'll have an
army of blue windbreakers

knocking down your
doors. I'm assuming that's

not what you want.

I need to make a call.

Eighteen inches long.

Head circumference, 30 centimeters.

You're doing great, little buddy.

Assuming the lab tests come back normal,

you can take him home today.

Does he look jaundiced to you?

It's faint. Fairly common.

Yeah. Bili light, maybe? Just to be safe?

It'll resolve itself in a few hours.

Right.

I do think it would be a
good idea to get an echo.

His cardiac auscultation
is completely normal,

that would really be unnecessary.

Please.

Paging Dr. Barrett to ICU.

Paging Dr. Barrett to ICU.

Ah!

TJ! Oh my God. Are you okay?

- I'm fine! I'm fine. I'm fine.
- You're not.

You've got blood in the
drain. If you had to go

to the bathroom, why didn't you call me?

- I can do it myself.
- You heard Dr. Agassi.

- You can't!
- Don't tell me

what I can't do, okay?

Now, the MRI shows that you have a tumor

- in your abdomen.
- Oh no.

That's, that's really bad.

We can't know for sure
until we perform a biopsy.

Well, what does that mean?

We're gonna take a needle
and put it into your abdomen...

No, I don't wanna do anything
if it's gonna hurt the baby.

I wanna talk to Ann.
- Okay, you are gonna be

a mother.

You need to make decisions for yourself.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

I'm sorry. Um...

I'm sorry. I know that you're just scared.

Um...

When I was pregnant with my son,

they had to do something
similar called an amniocentesis.

And just the idea of a
needle going into my stomach,

that close to his little
body, I was terrified.

You know what? He was fine.

And, 16 years later, we
have amazing technology

and even better doctors.

You have nothing to be afraid of.

Is it true you can see the
sex from the ultrasound?

Did you see?

Usually. Uh, but because of the way

the baby was positioned, I couldn't.

That's okay. Um...

The name I picked works either way.

Jordan.

It's a beautiful name.

Okay, um...

You can do the biopsy.

I do trust you.

Okay.

Hey. We're doing the biopsy now.

I talked to my contact in Social Services

to see about trying to
track down her brother.

Oh, I can't imagine that's gonna be easy.

Where's the Den Mother?

The last I saw, in the waiting area.

Well, I am pretty sure that the biopsy

is gonna show a stromal tumor.

Oh, that's why you asked
about the baby's "growth spurt."

If I'm right, it means
the pregnancy hormones

she's producing as a result of the delusion

are feeding the tumor.
They're accelerating its growth.

The longer that Megan
thinks she's pregnant,

the worse this is gonna get.

You're in luck.

I spoke to my people and
Megan is all yours now.

- What, are you kidding?
You're gonna abandon her?

There's no place for her with us anymore.

You have a nice day.

Sorry. Amy, can I have a word?

Sure.

TJ's having some problems.

He's giving the nurses a hard time,

which is obviously not like him.

There's no one he
respects more than you, so...

Yeah, of course. I'll talk to him.

- Appreciate it. Thanks.
- Hey, um,

with everything that
happened, I didn't get a chance

to apologize. What I
said to you the other day...

Oh, let me just stop you there, okay?

I will always be grateful for
what you did for me with Ravi.

But you were right, we're not friends.

You said that in an awful way

'cause you were acting out about
something going on in your life,

just like you did for all those years

after your son died.

And everything that happened yesterday,

all of us being held at gunpoint,

do you realize you almost
got Jake and TJ killed

because of the things you didn't remember.

This whole experiment of you being back,

us all catering to your needs,

it was misguided and
narcissistic to begin with,

but now we know it puts people in danger.

So I'm gonna say what no one else will.

You don't belong here.

Lucy, do you know where TJ is?

Oh, he opened up his incision.

They took him to the procedure room.

Should be back in an hour or so.
- Okay. Thanks.

You're still here.

I ended up with another patient.

Where are your students?

I put 'em on scut.

They're probably collecting

stool samples right about now.

How are you doing?

Yeah, okay.

- All things considered.
- Hm.

Yeah, I saw Michael down in
OB. That must be hard for you.

You have no choice.

You okay?

I just had a memory

from the missing years, and you were in it.

You're kidding me.

We were at a restaurant,

and there was chocolate cake and scotch,

of course, and you said to me,

"You have no choice."

Do you remember that? Do you know when that

might have been or what
we were talking about?

It sounds like me, but
we've had a lot of dinners

and you've made a lot of
choices in the last eight years.

- Yeah, right.
- Um, I'll think on it.

- Okay.
- Dinner this weekend?

- Yeah! Yeah. I'd love that.
- Good.

Clear four-chamber view,

proper valve function.

He's a strong, healthy
boy. Time to take him home.

Shhh, it's okay. It's okay. It's okay.

He's perfect.

Yeah, I was worried.

But he's healthy, right?

I'm afraid to go home.

Not because I think he's sick...

He's not replacing Danny.

Trust me, you have enough
room in your heart for them both.

- Michael?
- Hey!

I was... I have a patient
on this floor and I...

Congrats. He's beautiful.

He missed you.

I can't believe that worked.

Neither can I. How long's it been?

Last one was, what, seven minutes ago?

- And how's the headache?
- It's finally going away.

Chest pain too.

I'm so excited,

I don't know what to do first.

This has been the worst 11 days of my life.

Well, luckily, it's over.

Inject the epinephrine.

Tumor's big.

Yeah.

Tighten up.

I got it.

Okay.

She's in V-fib!

Clear the field. I need
to shock the patient

- Doesn't make sense.
She's got no cardiac history.

It's not V fib.

She's having myoclonic tetany.

No, no, stop! Stop, wait! It's not cardiac.

It's a hormonal storm caused by the tumor.

Two milligrams IV lorazepam.
- Are you sure?

Do it.

Tetany stopped.

We got normal sinus rhythm again.

I got it all,

and she's sleeping now.

Good. It's almost over.

Not for Megan.

For her, the hell is just about to start.

A Jordan Collier is here to see you.

Megan's brother.

Jordan was her name for the baby.

Tried to find her for years.

She's been living off the grid on a farm.

There isn't much information on the group,

but it has all the hallmarks of a cult.

Well, I was 12 when we got separated.

I guess we've both changed a lot.

She told us she was in foster care,

but not much more than that.

Mom died in childbirth with her.

Dad emotionally checked out.

Then he really checked out.

For a while, we lived on our own.

Surviving on whatever
we could scrape together.

Until DCYF came and separated you.

And everything good was gone.

Well, I'm glad you're here now.

In light of my failure at intervention,

I started thinking your
case must be structural.

Eleven days ago at the
gym, did you work shoulders?

Yeah, yeah. I did shrugs.

'Kay. Raise your right arm.

All right. Is something supposed to happen?

You're gonna know when you feel it.

Now your left.

Ah, there's tingling in my fingers.

Congratulations, you have a lipoma!

Right at the nexus of the brachial plexus

and the phrenic nerve.
- Why is she congratulating me?

Because this time, she can fix you.

Megan, there's something
we need to tell you.

This is your ultrasound from this morning.

There's no baby there.

There was never a baby.

No, no. Look at me. I-I'm pregnant.

I know it's hard to process,

but you have a condition where your body...

No, you're lying.

You took my baby! Get Ann! Where's Ann?

Ann, uh, went back to the commune.

What? No! No, she would never leave us!

She left because there's no baby.

No! No! You took my baby!

- Ray!
- Where's my baby?

Ah!

I hear you're not being
a very good patient.

Uh, were you?

Um, I inserted myself into Jake's case

from my bedside, almost killed his patient,

and I crashed a Board meeting
with a bandage on my head,

demanding to come back
to work. So, not so much.

I think I was out that day.

Shame I missed it.

Do me a favor, okay?

Don't punish the people who
are trying to take care of you.

That is one thing that I
am not gonna do over.

I need to know if you still love her.

Nora...

It'll break my heart,

but it'll be a thousand times worse

if you deny it because you feel guilty.

I love you.

And I'm not going anywhere.

You did something to the baby.

During the surgery. I know it.

And why would we do that?

Why would we take your baby from you?

Maybe because you thought
I wouldn't take good care of it.

There is another possibility to consider.

Maybe, after a lifetime of being ignored,

you finally felt seen.

You have a choice now.

You can cling to that
belief and spiral further

from the life you deserve.

Or you can take the harder path,

accept what's real,
grieve it, and start to heal.

But you don't have to do it alone.

Jordan'll help you.

Hi, Megs.

I'm telling you, if she humiliated

this other doctor in front
of a room full of people...

If she's demanding her colleagues

rise to her standards, so be it.

You're not getting me.

I don't even recognize her right now.

I don't know what's going on at home,

but as far as her career,

she's on the route to being named chief

and finally living up to her potential.

Well, what's going on at
home is we're falling apart.

I know you're having
dinner with her tonight

And you want me to mediate.

I can barely get her to show up

to couples counseling,

and Gina can't get through to her.

She trusts you, looks up
to you. Can you just try?

We're not surviving this.

Of course. Of course, Michael.

I'll do whatever I can.

Thank you.

Hi.

How'd it go?

You tell us.

Okay, we're not waiting all night.

They're not coming back. I promise.

Thank you.

Just tell me, how bad
is the scar on my ink?

I hid the incision in a
tattoo at your clavicle.

Can't ruin a man's art.

Didn't think I had it in me, did ya?

Hi! Don't you have a baby to take home?

First, I have a proposition.

Oh. Okay.

I know you don't like to be tied down,

but would you maybe consider

being Chief of Internal Medicine

at the best hospital in Minneapolis?

- Michael...
- You can have free reign

to do it how you like.
Salary's competitive.

Okay, fine. It's a 15% pay cut.

The hours are horrible.

Dr. Coleman was shot yesterday

not far from where we're sitting

You know, it's customary for the CMO

to woo the potential chief

by telling them how right
they'd be for the position.

We all know how smart and talented I am.

And I come with the added bonus

of being your ex-wife's friend and mentor.

So, maybe, despite your new family,

you're still trying to take care of Amy.

Which is lovely.

- So you'll do it?
- No.

I didn't want to have to
appeal to your humanity,

but I need you.

And you always go where you're needed.

Just give me a year.

Three years. Options are mine.

No non-compete. I get complete autonomy.

Hiring. Firing. Budget.

No Board reviews for a year.

I don't want those politicos
breathing down my neck.

I can manage that.

I need you to guarantee me

one day a week of dedicated O.R. time

- I know you love to cut.
- And I get to name

- my successor.
- Never gonna happen.

Veto power?

Congratulations.

How is Megan?

It'll take some time, but she'll be okay.

Do you think the me from a year ago

would've had a problem
lying to her like that?

No. That Amy was a master of detachment.

Would've done whatever it
took without a second thought.

Probably easier for me like that.

Maybe.

I still prefer this version.

What did I do to you, Gina?

Let's just say it was
death by a thousand cuts.

When you lost Danny,

I felt like I lost you.

And when I really needed you,

you weren't there for me.

Did we ever talk about it?

What could I say?

Compared to what you were going through,

everything else felt trivial.

I'm glad you're telling me now.

And I know that "I'm
sorry" sounds so hollow.

But I am so sorry.

I'll do whatever it
takes to make this right.

How do you even fix a thousand cuts?

With a thousand stitches.

How you doing?

I apologized to Liz.

That's good.

You sent Amy to talk to me.

You needed it.

I'm an Army Major.

Asking for help, I don't...

Leaning on people isn't
a sign of weakness, TJ.

I honestly don't know how
I'm gonna get through this.

Have a good night.

I had some memories.

Of what?

It doesn't matter.

The point is, now at least I have some hope

that maybe I can remember me.

And us.

I know I can't ask you to wait...

But you still want me to.

You were never my security blanket, Jake.

- Never.
- Look, I know you're trying,

but I just don't think you're
being honest with yourself.

If there was no Nora, and
Michael didn't have a baby,

and he said you should
go home to him and Katie,

would you really say no?

Please, just stop this.

You look like you could use a drink.

You buying?

Joan?

What are you doing?

Katie?

It's brutal.

Couples counseling isn't helping?

It's a legitimate question.

From the woman who thinks
shrinks are all charlatans.

Mm-mm. Individual therapy
is just paying someone

to watch you gaze at your navel

and then ask how you feel about it.

But with a couple, at least it does

force both parties to communicate.

What's there left to say that
hasn't already been said?

I'll tell you:

He's always held you back.

But, now, when you look at
him, all you see is the man

who you think let your son die.

That's bad for you.

What you have to do now is hard, but clear.

You have no choice.

You have to leave him.