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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.

♪ When the bough breaks ♪

-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.

♪ Sometimes I wonder if I'm
ever gonna make it home again ♪

♪ It's so far and out of sight ♪

♪ I really need someone to
talk to, and nobody else... ♪

You look like you
could use a drink.

You buying?

♪ Snow is cold, rain is wet

♪ Chills my soul
right to the marrow ♪

♪ I won't be happy
'til I see you... ♪

Joan?

What are you doing?

♪ 'Til I'm home again
and feeling right ♪

Katie?

♪ Snow is cold, rain is wet

♪ Chills my soul
right to the marrow ♪

♪ I won't be happy 'til
I see you alone again ♪

♪ 'Til I'm home again
and feeling right ♪

♪ 'Til I'm home again
and feeling right ♪

♪ I wanna be home again
and feeling right ♪♪♪

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.

Difuze