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Look at us. Having fun
outside the hospital.

Would Dr. Wolf ever take you
to a haunted house?

Not one that peddles
in harmful and outdated tropes

for cheap thrills.

I mean, look at where we are...

At a super fun
team-building activity.

Let's give Charlie credit
for trying.

I'm just tired of the narrative

that mental health care
is scary.

Stop being
such a buzzkill, Dr. Kinney.

I think you're supposed to be
something other than yourself

for Halloween.

Alright. We're supposed to be
team-building.

I'm just saying that the
narrative is always the same.

It's images of padded rooms
and straitjackets.

They don't make it easier
for people to ask for help.

Okay, but maybe
you're just a little scared.

Ooh-ooh!

Alright. You shut up, Clyde.

Sorry, Bonnie.

Ooh.

Checking in?

Time for your medicine!

Oh!

You know what? I get your point.

Oh, I do not like that.

Go back, go back!

You have mirror touch
in a hall of mirrors.

Is this like symbolism,
Dr. Markus?

Yeah. It represents your vanity.

Dr. Anderson to Lobotomy.

Dr. Anderson to Lobotomy.

Jacob?

Guys?

I guess it's just us.

Dream team.

I'm gonna go find Ericka...

-There's no going back...
-There's no going back...

Dana?

Where are you? Can you hear me?

Where are you?

Where am I?

Going down?

No, no, no, no. Let me out.

I'm scared, I'm scared.
Let me out!

Let me out.

Please let me out! Let me out!

Let me out, let me out!

Kinney, Kinney, Kinney!
Breathe! Just breathe!

It's okay, okay?

I got you. Okay?

You're okay. You're okay.

Happy Halloween!

Dad?

Dr. Taylor to Pediatrics.

Dr. Taylor to Pediatrics.

Starting compressions.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

He was fine this morning.

I-I-I called him.

Oh, my God.

Is he gonna be okay?

30-year-old male found
unresponsive in an ice bath,

pulse less,

downtime at least 30 minutes...

do you want to call it?

Uh, not until he's back
to normal temperature!

I need warm blankets!

...Diagnostic Imaging.

C.T. tech to Diagnostic Imaging.

Unh-unh. No.
No costumes, Patch Adams.

You can collect said contraband
after you clock out.

The last thing a patient needs

is Tinker Bell diagnosing
them with meningitis.

Nurse Carter,
uh, do you have the latest

on Jorge Torres' vitals?

I need regular updates.

Spit it out, Estelle.

Why is Nurse Silva out here

trying to kill everyone's
Halloween spirit?

Heard that, Dana.

I think she wanted you to.

Oh, no...

That is the third person to die
in Room 313 this week.

The curse continues.

Well, let's take it out
of rotation for now.

Keep it on. I don't want
patients in the hallway.

Curses aren't real.
-Well, good,

'cause I need to move
Jorge Torres.

So let's put him in 313.

Jorge Torres
is fine where he is.

Copy that.

We'll let the room breathe
for a beat.

Dr. Joshua Nichols?

Yeah. How can I help?

You've been served.

Um, what was that about curses
not being real?

I'm sorry.
Do my eyes deceive me?

Are you actually working
on Halloween?

I thought
this is a sacred holiday.

It was sacred.

Morris and I used to love

throwing our
Monsters and Martinis parties,

showcasing
our fabulous couples costumes.

I'm in mourning.

I should have remembered that.

But you stopped inviting me
to those.

Because she refused
to wear a costume.

Anyway, I'd rather be here
keeping busy

than wallowing at home,
eating fun-sized candy bars.

Well, I bet next year
you'll be back

to wearing a fabulous
couple's costume

with someone who deserves you.

I'm not holding my breath.

Sir, just try to breathe.

The medic said that he was dead
when they arrived,

but t-t-that's not possible, okay?

I refuse to believe that.

I'm sorry, Dr. Nash, can I help?

Middle-aged man
found by his assistant,

pulse less and hypothermic
in an ice bath.

Warmed him back to room temp.

Because, you know,
you're not really dead

until you're warm and dead.

Uh, last pulse check?

Two minutes ago.

No cardiac motion,
confirmed on ultrasound.

Okay. Uh, I'll look into this.

Okay, okay. Thank you.

Hold compressions please.

I think
we're gonna have to call it.

Okay, we got a live one.
All hands!

Dr. Nash,
your persistence paid off.

Oh, my God. He did it!

He beat death!

I need another I.V.!
Now, please!

Normal pupil reaction.

Okay, I'd like you
to lift your leg up,

put the opposite heel
on your knee,

and draw a straight line
down to your shin.

What's this about?

This is a test
of cerebellar function.

The coordination
in your lower body looks good.

In fact, I'd say
you're in pretty decent shape,

considering that for an hour
or so this morning,

you were essentially dead.

Did you hear that, Thomas?

Nothing more validating
than impressing a doctor.

That may be so,
but I am still concerned

that your loss of consciousness
could have been neurological.

Uh, can you recall what happened
before you passed out?

Why were you in an ice bath?

I do a cold plunge every morning

just to stimulate
the vagus nerve.

So this morning I was sitting
in the bath for a minute or so,

and then everything went blank.

Next thing I know, I'm here.

I'd love
your professional opinion.

Do you think the cold shocked
my heart into arrhythmia?

I heard about that happening to a guy in Sweden.
-Sweden.

Uh, well, we're not ruling
anything out yet,

but I think that's unlikely
considering your EKG readout.

Yeah. See? That makes sense.

I have a heart of a 24-year-old.
And a penis, too.

Do you time the lengths of your
nighttime erections, Dr. Wolf?

Mine can last three hours.

Uh. I'm sorry.
How is this relevant?

It's a sign
of cardiovascular health.

Speaking of which,
what is my blood pressure?

119 over 78. Stone-cold normal.

Not for me

I'm usually below 110.

That's why I'm feeling spiky.

Is there dextrose
in that solution?

I'm on a no-sugar diet, guys.

We will look into that
with the nursing staff.

Um, have you always been
so attuned to your health?

Oh, we are obsessed with data.

Part of my job is to help Cyrus
keep track of everything.

We log his body fat percentage,
VO2 Max,

hsCRP, ALT, GGT, LDL-C, HDL-C...

Ooh. Sorry.

I hope that didn't constitute
breaking my NDA.

Nonsense.
We've earned bragging rights.

We're especially proud
of my telomere length...

incredibly robust for my age.

Oh.

-Wow.
-Mm-hmm.

A bio hacker?
Like those tech billionaires?

It's not just billionaires.
It's a whole subculture now.

These guys...
and they typically are guys...

they believe that through diet,
sleep, exercise,

supplements, and drugs,

that they can hack their bodies
and live forever.

There's a lot of women
who are into it, too.

And it's not necessarily
about living forever.

Most people are focused on
increasing their healthspan.

Basically the number of good,
high quality years you get.

Imagine living your 80s the way
most people live their 50s.

Well, you know that longevity
is not a new fad.

From ancient Chinese emperors

who took mercury pills
to Dark Age Europeans

searching the globe
for the fountain of youth,

the quest for eternal life

is one of humanity's
oldest pursuits.

I'm all
for healthy lifestyle choices.

It's just the idea
that anyone can beat death

isn't science, it's hubris.

We literally have a patient
who just beat death.

For now. But if we want
to keep him alive,

we have to figure out
exactly what happened to him

in that ice bath.

Run every lab you can think of

while we find out more about
Cyrus'... unique lifestyle.

Maybe go easy on the rum
next time.

Eye, captain.

Hey! Sam.

-Mnh-mnh. Oh, no.
-How's it going?

I-I don't want this doctor!

Please!
-I'm not angling for another scan.

I just wanted to check in,
see how you're doing.

What is it with you?
Why are you so obsessed with me?

Obsessed?!

Oh, please.
Don't flatter yourself.

I'm literally doing my job.

And you don't want
to deal with me?

I'm pretty sure the last time
you were here,

you were swinging an I.V. pole
at me.

I don't want to deal with
this patient!

Touché, Doc.

So what brings you in?

Holidays can get
a little lonely out there.

Any chance I can get an upgrade?

Yeah, I got you.

Rapid response, code 2.

Rapid response, code 2.

I got a call
about a psych consult.

This one's a barrel of laughs.

Good luck, Dr. Pierce.

No. Mnh-mnh.

Absolutely not.
I do not do clowns.

Hey, has your team
done a Glasgow Score

on Jorge Torres yet today?

Uh, I checked on him
myself an hour ago.

Uh, there's no change
since yesterday.

Oh, by the way, uh...

do you remember
your patient, Sarah Kim?

Uh, I remember all my patients.

Uh, but go ahead.

Her parents are suing
Bronx General

over their hospital bills...

hundreds of thousands
of dollars spent on tests...

all to prove
that she wasn't pregnant?

Oh. The witches!

That was a really unusual case.

And it wasn't just Sarah Kim.

It was also
all of her friends...

mass pseudocyesis.
So fascinating.

Well, it's not enough to just
consider our patients, Wolf.

We also have to consider
their families.

What I cost her parents
in tests,

I saved them
in future therapy bills.

Also, Dr. Nichols, please know
that... that all happened

before I was buttoned up.

That kind of fiscal profligacy
would never happen today.

Dr. Wolf,
I scheduled those 12 tests

you ordered
for the hypothermic patient.

Thank you, Nurse Carter.

She is very bad with numbers.

I only asked for 10.

I have to investigate
this Sarah Kim case

because the board
is expecting my report.

Just giving you a heads up,

should you need
to defend yourself.

Dr. Wolf, we've been digging
into Cyrus' lifestyle.

And for a non-athlete of
his age, it's pretty hardcore.

He wakes up every day at 4:30.

He restricts his caloric intake,

and he works out
six days a week.

We downloaded
his smart ring data.

Unfortunately, he takes it off
before the ice baths,

but he's been sleeping
like a baby.

Sleep efficiency
is off the charts.

So the healthiest man
in New York

just happened to pass out
in his daily ice bath.

And even though he tracks
his every breath,

we can't figure out why?

Uh, there's something
we're not seeing.

Hang on.
This might give us something.

His labs just came in.

Electrolytes are pristine,

T4 is normal,
and metabolic panel is clear.

Yeah, but his hemoglobin.
It's oddly high.

High as if he's living
at altitude.

Or he's been doping.

Well, maybe the guy with the NDA
will help us.

Are you okay?

Oh, my God.
-Alright, alright.

Let me get some help here.

I'm gonna get some water.

It's... It's Cyrus.

Easy. Just breathe.

Too... Too much blood.

Uh, what blood?

We need to check on Cyrus.
Come on.

I got him.

Okay, buddy.

I guess now we know
what was in that cooler.

I'm almost done.

Hit the emergency call button

if he tries
to harvest your organs.

Maybe don't stray too far.

No rest for the weary.

A sedentary life
leads to early death.

If I could have a bowel movement
standing up, I would.

Well, that
I can't help you with.

Uh, your assistant fainted.

I'm assuming it was his blood
in the bags.

Thomas read all the fine print.

He knows what he signed up for.

Well, the literature
on the anti-aging effects

of transfusing young blood
is dubious at best.

What literature are you reading?

Dr. Wolf, this could be

a mutually beneficial
relationship.

I have as much to learn from you
as you have to learn from me.

Our worlds
have a lot of overlap.

Well, speaking of overlap,

we are running tests
on Thomas right now.

If he has
a blood-borne pathology

or a clotting disorder,

then that means you will, too.

Dr. Wolf,
do you know how hard it is

to find a reliable assistant
who's O negative

and has never been infected
by cytomegalovirus?

Thomas' blood is...

-I don't eat grapes.
-You shouldn't.

They're high in sugar
and have no nutritional value.

Okay. Fair enough,
but that is not my reason.

When I was in the second grade,
I choked on one.

And before my teacher
did the Heimlich,

I thought for sure
I was gonna die.

That kind of fear
always stays with you.

So now I don't eat grapes.

Cyrus, I'm curious...

what is your reason
for all of this?

10 years ago, I was diagnosed
with breast cancer.

That's right.

I'm among the 1% of cases
that impact men.

How's that for bad luck?

For two years,
my whole entire life

became about "beating cancer."

Specialists, chemo,
surgeries, radiation,

Reddit, support groups.

But do you know how I felt when
they told me I was in remission?

Relieved?

Lost.

Like I didn't have
a purpose anymore.

But, then, I had an epiphany.

I could take all the energy
I used to fight cancer

and put it towards optimization.

Doctor, I can live forever.

And yet here you are.

Back in the hospital
because you almost died.

Key word is "almost."

My job as your doctor
is to prevent your death.

Our goals are aligned
on that front.

Biohacking may be the reason

you went pulse less
in an ice bath, Cyrus.

It could very well cause
another episode.

No. Biohacking saved me.

But you keep avoiding grapes,
Dr. Wolf.

I'm sure you'll outlive us all.

How much trouble are we in?

Well, it depends on how well
you can answer my questions

on this Sarah Kim case.

Starting with...

why was the head of neuro

involved in a case
of phantom pregnancy?

Well, for starters,

he was really excited
to have a case of mass hysteria.

He even made us a slides how.

And it got really wild
when we learned

the girls were actually
a coven of witches.

#Witchtok. I still follow them.

Lily got into Barnard, btdubs.

-Wow.
-That's awesome.

So...

for a case of pseudocyesis,
you ran, uh...

urine tests, Beta-HCGs...
-Mm-hmm.

...ultrasounds
on multiple patients...

A few pregnancy sticks
could have done the job.

And based on what
you've told me, this is...

The curse!

-Uh... uh...
-Dr. Nichols, you okay?

I respect people

who put their blood, sweat,
and tears into their work.

But you took that
very literally.

What do you think happened
to Cyrus in that ice bath?

I would hate for him to die
after all of your sacrifices.

Oh the... the
transfusions aren't a sacrifice.

Uh, they're critical
to Cyrus' work.

If my blood plays a role
in maximizing longevity

without sacrificing quality
of life,

well, then, I've done my part
to help improve humanity.

You know, my granddad lived
to be 100 years old.

And on his deathbed,
he said it all went by so fast.

You talk about quality of life,

but when was the last time

you popped open
a great bottle of wine?

Or went to the beach
and felt the sun on your skin?

Or ate a delicious
chocolate-chip cookie?

It goes by fast, Thomas.

I get
that you want to help Cyrus,

but you are going to pay
a price in the process.

Uh, wait.

Sorry.
We didn't mean to startle you.

But we have an update.

Thomas' tests are clear.

His blood
isn't what's making Cyrus sick.

I managed to get him to tell me

that Cyrus is on a low dose
of Rapamycin.

That's an immunosuppressant.

That means whatever he has,
his meds are making him worse.

Okay. Good work.

Thank you for the assist.

It's a... It's a tricky case,

and I could use
your mirror touch.

Happy to be of service,
Dr. Pierce.

Wait. What... What exactly
are we dealing with?

'Cause I can sense
that you're terrified,

and it's kind of making me
terrified.

I'm fine.

He's just a patient.

Like any other patient.

Who also happens to be
supercharged nightmare fuel.

I'm not here
for my mirror touch, am I?

Dr. Markus, you are here

because I highly value
your medical expertise

and your generally calm
demeanor.

Also, to make sure
I don't get murdered.

Why are all the lights off?

What in the world?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello!

Oh!

Uh, D-D-Dr. Pierce?

Um...

Hey, Cyrus, this is your 10th
loop around the floor.

You want to take a break,
or should I set up

one of those marathon
water stations?

I am 5,000 steps shy
of my daily goal...

25,000 steps.

Has anyone seen Thomas?

'Cause... Thomas,
I'm gonna need my...

He's having a seizure.

Wolf, are you seeing this
right now?

What is up
with Edward Scissorhands?

Magnets in his fingers?

Are... Are you kidding me?!

It's a thing
according to Reddit.

Some argue it's a way
to extend your sense of touch.

Much of what Cyrus does has
some basis in longevity science.

But body modification
like this is different.

Makes me wonder
how far he would go and why.

He seized here.

He must have seized
in the ice bath.

But why did he seize?

I need you to think as broadly
as you can.

This is a man
who's on immunosuppressant drugs

and unapproved
blood transfusions

and who knows what else.

Think infectious.

Uh, inflammatory.
-Or cancer.

Why search for zebras?

Well, we'll look for it all.
Horses and zebras.

But to start, we need
a better look at his brain.

The C.T. scan he got downstairs
was clean.

A blunt tool.
We need an MRI, but...

-Magnets.
-Right.

So we get a contrast C.T.

Order it stat and let me know
as soon as it's done.

Sam?

Benefits of coming in
on a holiday.

One of the Peds nurses brought
in her nonna's lasagne.

Mmm. It smells amazing.

I'm sorry for being
so determined.

It's both a blessing
and a curse.

Shut up! Shut up!

Uh...

I'm sorry, too,
for waving the I.V. pole at you.

-Oh.
-The MRI freaked me out.

I'm not good in tight spaces.

Something we have in common.

I usually don't feel like

I have anything in common
with anyone.

So, here's our new deal.

-Oh, you're making deals now?
-Yeah, I am.

I won't force you to do anything
you don't want to do

And you think about staying here
for a few days.

What do you mean?

We call it crisis stabilization.

Short-term inpatient care

meant to stop a bad day
from getting worse.

-You mean the psych ward?
-No, it's not a ward.

Movies make it sound
so much scarier than it is.

It is 48 hours here with me,

plus a great psychiatrist
and zero cold meals.

Most men
would call that a dream.

Can I finish eating first?

Yes.

Dr. Pierce, I did not know
that you had an Achilles' heel.

I'm not the only one.

A study in Denmark showed

that 100% of kids
are afraid of clowns.

Funny. Studies also show

that hospital clowns
help children heal faster.

Well, I like my study better.

Coulrophobia is not funny!

How do we shake
explicit memories of trauma?

It depends on the trauma.

But in your case,

I think you've made
great strides

in processing your childhood.

I'm... I'm not...

I'm not talking about my dad.

When I was a junior resident,
this young woman came in

with headaches and confusion
and a loss of balance.

And ultimately,
we found a Grade 3 tumor

in her left frontal lobe.

Highly malignant,
low survival rate.

Her oncologist
wasn't exactly warm and fuzzy,

so I agreed to stay on the case.

She would look at me

and say, "Dr. Wolf,
you better not go soft on me.

I am gonna beat this."

She was determined
to exhaust every option,

and I could not look her
in the eye

and tell her it wasn't worth it.

She went through hell,

and then she died
in the hospital on Halloween.

It still haunts me.

She wanted more time.
You gave her that.

You extended her life.

You know, it felt like
I extended her death.

You were young.

You can't let that haunt you
for the rest of your life.

I know that.

But if I could go back...

I would ask her,

what is the minimum
quality of life

you are willing to accept?

I should have asked her that.

I didn't. I-I couldn't.

Wolf...

Survival...

it's a very clear human want.

I mean,
look at your patient Cyrus.

At his core,
he's afraid of the inevitable.

Yeah. It kind of makes me think
of the clown in the ED.

I wonder what's at his core?
-Mm-hmm.

See, I hate it when you use my
professional opinion against me.

But point taken.

Okay. Wish me luck.

Ahh!

-Dr. Pierce.
-Mm.

Cyrus' scans came back.

I think...

he could use someone
with a soft delivery.

I know that look.

That's a look of a doctor
who has bad news.

Do I even want to know
what caused that seizure?

We found a mass on your C.T.

It's cancer. I knew it.
Let me see.

All I know with certainty
is that you have a brain mass

that caused you to seize.

What the mass is exactly
remains an open question.

Only directly removing
and sampling the mass in surgery

can tell us
if it's an infection,

an inflammatory process,

or, yes, a malignancy, but...

In my mind, it's cancer
until proven otherwise.

And after everything I've done,
this comes back to get me.

Let's not anchor on something
we don't know to be true.

What I can promise
is that you will have

the best neurosurgeon
at your side,

and we will find the answers
we need.

There are a couple things
to expect on the psych floor.

Uh, you'll be given
a new set of clothes,

and your belongings
will be kept safe for you.

On the plus side,
the food is way better up there.

And you'll love Dr. Pierce.

It's not a scary place.

Promise.

Hmm.

Enclosed spaces, right?

Maybe we should have taken
the stairs.

Sam, it's dangerous!

It hurts! Get out!

They say it's dangerous.

They say I'm gonna get hurt.

Sam, focus on me.

Oh, no. Sam!

Sam, no, no!

No, no, no, no. Oh, no.

Sam, no. Sam, no.

See?! It is scary!

You're scared, too! Hey!

Let me out!

Hey, let me out!

Let me out!

It's okay, Sam. It's...

Hey. Hey, are you okay?

I heard there was an incident
in the elevator.

Uh...

Sam was scared
to get admitted to psych.

And then I'm the one
who lost it.

Is he okay?

Yeah.

He's good.

Safe and sound in the ED
with his favorites...

coffee and pumpkin pie.
-Mm.

I need to get it together.

Every day I advocate
for patients getting help.

I am such a hypocrite...

and a liar.

Ericka, that's not true.

I mean, you just went to Mexico
for that wellness retreat,

came back all fresh.

I know I keep saying this...

but if I tell you something,

will you promise
to keep it to yourself?

After the...

...building collapse, I...

started swiping bills from Dana
to help with my anxiety.

I knew I needed to stop,

and Mexico was supposed to be
the answer.

But when I got
to that wellness retreat,

my room was on the 10th floor,

and no amount of sun salutations
was getting me in that elevator.

I tried meditation.
I tried long walks on the beach.

Nothing helped.

And, then, one day,
I walked into this pharmacy,

and I bought a bunch of Benzos.

Without a prescription.

Wow. Uh...

"Fear and Loathing in Cancun."

I didn't know
you partied like that, Kenny.

I don't.

That's the point.

I've been...

I've been taking them
almost every day for weeks now.

Even saying that out loud,
it's like... am I an addict?

Is this what my life is now?

Can I tell you
what I really think?

Mm-hmm.

I think...

that you are being...

way too hard on yourself
about...

everything.

Sure,
you went to a Mexican pharmacy.

I mean, people do that.

And now you're self-medicating.

Literally everyone does that
in one way or another.

I mean, you've never had
any prior history

of any addictive behaviors.

Now, as a doctor, I would say
you need to wean off the Benzos.

But as your friend...

I really just think
you need some help.

Oh, hey.

Why is Dr. Rarick operating
on my patient Cyrus?

I expected you on this.

My hands are tied...

I'm drowning in admin,
your Sarah Kim lawsuit.

Plus, I have to see my dentist.

Have you been sage-ing
your office?

-Better safe than sorry.
-Okay.

How many surgeries
have you performed

since Ana Torres cursed you?
-That's not what this...

Let me ask you this.
Who have you thought about more.

Benny or Jorge?

-Benny...
-Why do we think more

about the patients
we couldn't save

than we do about the patients
we did save?

We let our negativity bias
chip away at our confidence.

What I do
takes more than confidence.

It takes unwavering certainty.

If I walk into
that operating room

with a single stray thought,
I risk the life of my patient.

Okay, then,
no more stray thoughts.

And no more sage.

Josh, the only thing
you're cursed with

is those broad shoulders.

And they don't always have to
carry the weight of the world.

Get back to doing
what you do best,

curses be damned.

I apologize for earlier.

I'll admit
I'm not a big fan of clowns.

I'm sure you get that a lot.

But I am here to help you.

So, you were brought in

because of an altercation
with a neighbor.

Can you tell me about that?

Can I smell your hair?

I'm sorry.
Can you speak up, please?

Can I smell your hair?

Excuse me?

♪ Tell little Danny ♪

♪ His cat is never coming back ♪

This guy
needs some serious help.

-Why? What did he say?
-I think he murdered a cat.

-A what?
-Cat.

-Cat?
-Yes. A cat.

That could be a sign
of sociopathy.

I don't mean to be an alarmist,

but I think we need to involve
the precinct.

Dr. Pierce.

I need some help.

Okay. Uh, call the precinct.

Please...

don't let me die.

Are you okay, Dr. Wolf?

What are you doing in here?

Dr. Nichols just finished
Cyrus' surgery.

You won't believe what we found.

I mean, just when you thought
you'd seen it all.

Well, I'll be right there.

Sam...

this is the doctor
I wanted you to meet.

Hi, Sam. I'm Dr. Pierce.

It's nice to meet you.
I'm a psychiatrist.

Are you gonna strap me down?

I don't carry restraints.

If we're gonna work together,

I want you to feel safe.

Don't trust them, Sam.

Get out!

-Sam...
-She's lying.

...are you hearing voices
right now

from people who aren't there?

Yes.

Please, help me.

How many people can say

that they survived hypothermia
and brain surgery

all in the same day?

Am I still on a hot streak?

I won't bury the lede, Cyrus.

The good news is
you're cancer-free.

But there was something
in your brain.

You were infected
by Taenia solium,

which means that you somehow
ingested a parasitic tapeworm

that untreated
can cause seizures

like the one you had
in your ice bath

that nearly killed you.

These are
the retractable hook lets,

and those are the suckers.

I-I told you drinking the
"fountain of youth" water

from the Gila River
was a bad idea.

My money is on
the 30-day raw meat diet.

I would steer clear
of them both,

and stop taking the Rapamycin.

That suppressed
your immune system

and made the infection worse.

Uh, luckily,
the Taenia is treatable.

But...

Cyrus, I'm worried

that your obsession
with your own mortality

could lead to other risk factors

that you won't be able
to mitigate.

What Dr. Wolf is trying to say

is this is no way to live.

No, you're right.

I've been doing this all wrong.

Thomas, cancel my shipments
from Gila River,

and let's wean me off of
the Rapamycin.

Call Luna and tell her
I want to do a daily sound bath.

And from now on,

I want you to personally test
everything I eat.

Uh, yeah.

Uh, you call Luna.

I quit.
-What?

I want to eat
a chocolate-chip cookie.

I want to stay up late
and sleep in.

I want to meet someone who makes
me feel like I'll die happy.

Most of all, I just want to keep
my own blood in my own body.

I hope your mission works,
and I hope you live forever.

But, uh... yeah.

You're gonna have to do it
alone.

No.

Any idea
what caused Thomas' about-face?

It may have been my
Dr. Wolf-inspired soliloquy

about the fleeting nature
of life.

Well, imitation is the highest
form of flattery.

In the end...

Cyrus was just a person
who was afraid of death...

and Thomas
was collateral damage.

What about you, Dr. Wolf?

Are you afraid of death?

You know, a wise man once said,

"I don't so much fear death
as I do wasting life."

But for my patients...

yes.

I do fear it.

Every doctor has a graveyard.

The place
that holds the memories

of the people we couldn't save,

the losses that haunt us.

Jorge, I need your help.

I will stop
worrying about curses.

But I still need to believe
in miracles.

So how do we cope?

How do we keep getting up
and doing what we do

despite the ghosts
of our mistakes?

How was facing
your biggest fear?

Let's just say
some fears are justified.

Copy that. And he wasn't even

the biggest clown
you shook off this year.

Damn straight.

Uh, at least I was able
to help someone tonight.

I'm glad I came in,

even though I do miss
going out on Halloween.

Maybe it's not too late.

We hold on to the wins.

We focus on the future.

Find our support system.

Yo. My shift just ended.

I'll be at the Gansevoort
in 30 minutes.

Tell the guys to order
a couple bottles of MacAllan's.

My treat.

♪ Show me what you're made... ♪

But sometimes
none of that works.

Some mistakes, some patients...

well, they haunt us forever.

Oliver?

Good news. You have a visitor.

What's wrong, mugwump?

You look like you've seen
a ghost.