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- Please, I need help.

This car pulled up and dumped this kid on the sidewalk.

- Which room's open?

- Jasper threw up again. Look at this.

- This kid's a drug mule.

- Is Dr. Manning with you? - No. She's pregnant, actually.

- Congratulations.

- Feels like someone else is always more important.

It's only gonna get worse with a new baby.

Write a note to Will and see what happens.

- Oh, excuse me, ma'am.

- I need the balloons he swallowed.

- That's not happening.

Easy now. - Do you want to die?

- No, but it doesn't scare me anymore.

[dramatic music]

- Hey! [shouts]

[gunshots, screams]

* *

[gunshots, glass shattering]

* *

- Owen!

* *

- Dr. Halstead?

Dr. Halstead?

- I'm sorry.

What--what'd you say, Ms. Goodwin?

- Oh, I was just seeing how you're doing.

Is there anything I can get you?

- Hi.

- Dean, what the hell's going on?

It's been forever. - Okay, we had to resect

multiple sections of bowel and mobilize his colon,

but, uh, I'm pretty confident that he won't experience

any long-term deficits from those injuries.

- "Those injuries"?

There's more?

- The bullet did some damage to his kidneys, unfortunately.

I mean, the--the right one was effectively obliterated.

- But the--the left is okay, though, right?

- Well, yes and no.

Seems Owen's got a congenital abnormality

called horseshoe kidney.

Were you aware of that?

- No, I was not.

- "Horseshoe"? - Yes.

Instead of having two discrete kidneys,

Owen's are connected by, um...

I guess you'd say an isthmus of tissue, common blood supply.

I've already removed the right kidney,

and we're trying to ensure that the left is perfused

and, uh, functional with the remnant blood supply.

So that's where we're at.

I just wanted to give you an update.

- Thank you, Dean. - Sure.

- Okay, so do we know if Natalie's on her way?

- She's on a red-eye, yeah.

[PA chimes]

- Excuse me. Sorry.

[indistinct PA announcement]

- Daniel?

What are you doing here? - I'm picking you up.

- I haven't been able to reach Will yet

to get an update on Owen. I'm--

- Hey, look, I just talked to Sharon, okay?

Owen's still in surgery, but it's going well.

- He's still in surgery?

- It's Dean, okay? He's in excellent hands.

Listen, we're gonna get Owen through this, all right?

We're gonna make sure that you all get through this.

Call Will. - Thank you.

[breathing heavily] Oh.

- Ooh.

- Is Dean still working on that kid?

- Yeah. Must be one hell of a mess.

So how'd it feel, staring down the barrel of a gun?

- Only the second time in a year.

I wish I could say I'd gotten used to it.

- You ever feel like maybe it's you?

- You know, not until you just said that.

Thank you so much. - You're welcome.

- Meanwhile, man, Lenox, on the other hand--

it didn't even register,

like she didn't care if she got shot or not.

- Well, she's a combat vet.

They're built different. - Maybe.

- A couple of MVC vics-- one is in pretty bad shape.

Traumas 2 and 3 are ready to go.

- Dr. Frost, you with me? - Absolutely.

- Julian Wheeler, 32, went through the windshield.

Scalp lac with a GCS of 3. BP's 150 over 76.

Airway secured with an i-gel.

- He and his partner got plowed into by an 18-wheeler.

- All right, on my count, one, two, three.

[dramatic music]

Go get the other intake. - On it.

All right, talk to me, guys. - Corey Graham--

restrained driver, airbag deployed, GCS of 15.

- Heart rate 93, BP 130 over 80.

Hasn't complained of much pain.

- Okay, transfer on three.

One, two, three.

- The truck swerved so suddenly.

There was nothing I could do. - Okay, Corey, I'm Dr. Frost.

I'm gonna take good care of you, okay?

Just relax. - How's Julian?

I need to see him. - Whoa, whoa.

We're gonna have to have you sit still

until we clear your C-spine, okay?

- Sternal rub? - No response.

- What's going on in there?

I can't see. He shouldn't be alone.

- Corey, look, Dr. Lenox is gonna take good care of him

in there, okay?

- I'm right here, baby.

Can you hear me?

You got to tell me you're okay, Julian!

[cries]

Help him!

* *

- I should have just taken him to the game, like I promised.

- No, Will, you got to stop blaming yourself.

- If Owen doesn't-- doesn't pull through,

I-I will never forgive myself.

- There you are.

- Natalie, hey. - Hannah.

- Any more updates from Dean? - Not since we last spoke.

I'm so sorry.

- [sniffles]

I need to see my son.

- Okay. Yeah. - [sighs]

[monitor beeping]

* *

[bullet clatters]

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- Treatment 4--

guy was found floating in the river face down.

- No name?

- No wallet, no ID, no cell phone.

First responders thought

he might have been trying to drown himself.

- He look suicidal to you?

Good morning. I'm Dr. Ripley.

And, uh, what would your name be?

- Why am I wet?

- Well, you, uh-- you seem to have been floating

in the Chicago River.

A bystander helped to fish you out.

- That was awfully nice of them.

- Yes, it was.

Uh, someone mentioned that you're, uh, limping.

You mind if I take a look at your feet?

- Nope. - Great.

Uh, scissors and hemostat. - Copy.

- [coughs] - Ah.

- There you go. - Thanks, Trini.

- Bet you haven't changed these in a while.

[scissors snipping]

Wow.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Would you look at that?

- Mr. Graham?

I assume you've already gleaned

that your partner suffered a devastating injury

to his head and upper spinal cord.

- The neurologist examined Julian,

and the reflexes in his brain stem were absent.

The cerebral perfusion scan

has shown no blood flow to the brain.

- Meaning what exactly?

- Julian is brain-dead, Corey, with no hope of recovery.

- We're very sorry.

Are you two married?

- Um... uh, not officially,

but we've been living together almost seven years.

- I assume you're his medical surrogate.

- I'm all he has.

Or, uh, had.

So...

um, yes.

What happens now?

- The next step will be for us to take off his ventilator

and let nature take its course.

- Oh.

- Listen, if you need some time to process all of this, Corey,

we don't need to do this right now.

- No, do this as soon as possible.

[sniffles]

- Okay.

- I suppose I should notify his parents.

They haven't really spoken in the past few years, but...

decent thing to do, right?

[somber music]

* *

- Hey, I heard you, uh, caught a guy with trench foot.

Haven't seen a whole lot of that since, like, World War I.

- Yeah, we didn't find much beyond the trench foot.

The only thing on his exam was a diastolic heart murmur.

Head CT and labs are all normal.

Nothing to explain his amnesia on the medical eval.

- No luck at all ID'ing the guy?

- No. Doris spoke to the police.

No record yet of any missing persons in the vicinity

that match his description.

And then, of course, is the question,

is he of any danger to himself?

- Right. Beyond the self-neglect.

- Mm.

- Earl Grey, milk and sugar.

- Thank you. [sighs]

- Congratulations on the baby.

I know the time isn't necessarily optimal,

but I'm very happy for the both of you.

- Thank you. - Mm.

- I remember when I was pregnant with Owen.

- Yeah, during your residency.

- Yeah.

It was around this stage of my pregnancy

that I found out my husband had been killed in combat.

- Jeffrey.

I remember.

- You know, they say...

this is supposed to be the happiest time

in a woman's life.

So why do I feel so cursed?

- I'm so sorry, Natalie.

[knock at door]

- What is it?

- So, uh, we tried our best with the renal reconstruction,

but what's left of Owen's kidney--

it's just not functional.

The injury was just too severe. - No.

- They're gonna start Owen on dialysis.

- Dialysis? For how long? - Not long.

Just until we can find a donor for transplant.

- And I'll reach out

to Organ Donors of America directly.

- And I feel I just must emphasize here

that this is by no means a death sentence.

Your boy is young and healthy.

And as a transplant recipient myself,

I can testify to the long-term prognosis.

- Yeah. It won't take long, I know it.

In fact, Dean, you should HLA-test me,

see if I'm a match. - Right.

- We should reach out to Jeff's family as well.

Doesn't he have a cousin that lives nearby?

- Uh, y-yeah. I'll--I'll give her a call.

* *

- This is not the way I want to remember you.

I thought we were gonna be together forever.

* *

Just you and me, baby.

[chuckles] Remember?

You promised.

You're my sunshine.

I'm gonna be so cold without you.

* *

[smooches, cries softly]

[smooches, sniffles]

[sighs]

Okay, I'm ready now.

- You sure? - Can I keep holding his hand?

- Of course. Yeah.

* *

- Stop!

- Wait, wait.

- We've been ordered to keep Julian on life support for now.

- Ordered by who?

- His parents.

* *

[dramatic music]

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- To be honest, we are more than a little dismayed

that you were in such a hurry to unplug our son.

- I assure you, Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler,

Doctors Lenox and Frost were following standard protocol.

- I believe you stated you were his medical surrogate.

- I thought I was.

It seems there was some kind of will drawn up

when he was a teenager. - As part of the family trust.

- It doesn't change anything in my mind.

We were together.

He wanted me to make these kinds of decisions for him.

- I guess a judge will determine that.

- Julian is dead.

That's not something you need a judge to decide.

- Deirdre and I would like to have a moment alone

with our son. - Uh, of course.

We moved him to the ICU. I'll show you up there.

- Shame on you.

You should have waited.

- Hey, Doris.

Have you seen Dean?

I wanted to get an update on Owen.

- Uh, yeah.

There's a whole lot of history in there, huh?

You want me to ask him to come step out?

- Okay, you need to get a hobby.

- Oh. Okay.

Oh.

- You know, I'm gonna head to phlebotomy.

- Yeah.

- And Jeff's cousin Shereen said she would help,

but she's currently undergoing chemo, so...

Have you reached out to ODA yet?

- I'm, uh--I'm gonna give you guys some privacy.

- So there aren't any matches as of this moment,

at least not in this geographical area.

- I'm sorry, Natalie.

I was really hoping I'd be a candidate.

- But you just temporized Owen's injuries for now.

Right, Dean? You didn't close him up yet?

- No, not yet.

Look, in a perfect world, we'd be able to find him

a suitable donor as soon as possible before we close him

and his scar tissue starts building up.

Now, that said, waiting is more than a viable alternative.

- We can medevac him home, Natalie.

It'd be a lot easier for him to recover there,

get him back in his routine.

- And what happens if we don't find a donor right away?

- Well, after we close him,

we'd have to wait at least four months

for his scar tissue to soften,

allowing for the best surgical environment

for transplantation.

- Four months on dialysis?

That would leave him incredibly vulnerable to infection, right?

- That would be a risk.

- Yeah, but not an overwhelming one.

- No, there is no getting him back to routine, Will.

There's no sports, no swimming.

No, he needs a new kidney now.

I will donate one of mine if necessary.

- Baby--

- No, there is a chance I am a good match, right?

- Hey, you can't donate an organ right now.

You're pregnant.

[dramatic music]

That's a nonstarter, right?

- I got to say, Natalie, as a friend,

I strongly recommend against that.

- In a perfect world, Owen receives a new organ today--

your words, not mine.

I'm going to get tested.

In the meantime, let's proceed as if I were a match.

* *

- [sighs]

- You know, I'm feeling kind of rude

not being able to call you by your name.

Should we just pick out a temporary one,

you know, try it on for size?

- Okay. I'm good with whatever.

- Oh, come on, man, you got to pick.

It's your temporary name.

The first thing pops into your head.

No luck?

Hmm.

Okay, maybe you can tell me...

what you were thinking when you jumped into the river today.

- It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

- Sorry, you mean that's what you were thinking then

or--or now?

- What?

- "It's a beautiful day."

- [laughing] Yeah, if you say so.

- No, no, I was just--I was-- I was repeating what you said.

- [laughs]

How long do you think this might take?

- A dissociative fugue state?

I mean, it tracks-- the amnesia, the wandering.

But how does somebody even fall into something like that?

Did he hit his head?

- Doesn't necessarily need to be a physical trauma.

- So how do you snap him out of it?

- There's this technique called EMDR.

- I read about this--

Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing, right?

- Yep. Had some success with it.

But without knowing what triggered the guy

in the first place, it's like--

it could easily turn into a bit of a goose chase, you know?

Still no--no word from the authorities

in terms of ID'ing this guy? - No, nothing.

- Hmm.

The thing I'm wondering is if him ending up

in the Chicago River was not a random event.

- Maybe. Why?

- There's this thing that can happen in a fugue state.

It's called "purposeful wandering."

If you had to guess,

how long would you say that our guy's had trench foot?

- Given the skin deterioration on his feet,

uh, at least three weeks.

- A fit young guy walking through swamp wetlands

is gonna average what, like-- - Distance?

- Yeah.

- Maybe 20, 30 miles a day.

- So times a month, it'd be roughly...

- He might have traveled up to 1,000 miles by now.

Hey, Doris? - Yeah?

- Do me a favor and, uh, ask CPD

to expand their search a little bit, would you?

I'll, uh--I'll draw you a map. - Okay.

- Hey.

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I just have some aftercare instructions

for you to go over.

- I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing.

Half of me's thinking I should give them some privacy.

The other half feels like I need to be here

to protect Julian.

- Look, if I'm asking anything too personal,

just tell me to mind my own business, all right?

But this estrangement

between Julian and his parents,

it wasn't because of you, was it?

- You mean because we're gay?

No, they stopped speaking for the most part

before I was even in the picture.

Julian didn't like to talk about it,

but it sounded like he had a pretty abusive childhood,

at least emotionally, you know?

I tried to get Julian to reconnect with them,

have them over for dinner, whatever.

I mean, they're his parents.

But he just could never really get there.

Excuse me. - Yeah.

Hey, is everything okay?

- It's just really hard to see our baby boy like that.

He was still so young.

- I'm very sorry for your loss.

- Julian's our only child.

And I know that we are partially to blame

for the estrangement over the years,

but we always assumed

we'd bridge the gap, you know, someday.

Repair things and be part of a family that he'd have.

But now...

- In that light, before you unplug him,

there's something we want to ask you.

- We don't need to ask for permission, Whip.

We're his medical surrogates.

- Permission to do what?

- We want you to retrieve our son's sperm.

[dramatic music]

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- Julian never wanted children.

And if he ever had any children,

the last thing he'd want would be for these monsters

to grow them in a test tube and raise them.

- "Monsters"?

Whip and I had a perfectly healthy relationship with him

before you came and pit him against us.

- That's the story you're telling?

- Yes!

- They're lying. She's lying.

- Do not speak to my wife that way!

- Ask them about the padlock they placed

on the outside of Julian's door--the outside--

when he was nine, by the way.

- Okay. All right, please.

This is not the proper forum for all of this.

Heather, will you please escort Mr. Wheeler's family

to the waiting room?

- I won't be seated anywhere near that man.

- Separate rooms, please, Heather.

- Please...

you can't let this happen.

[dramatic music]

* *

- Dr. Lenox, medically speaking

and given the condition of the patient,

is sperm retrieval even possible?

- Technically, yes.

It's typically accomplished through epididymal aspiration

or testicular biopsy.

Of course, time is a factor.

- Okay, so tomorrow, for example, might be too late?

- Most likely.

- Uh, I'm sorry, am I really the only one here

that thinks this is just super grave robbery?

I mean... [scoffs]

- That was the court clerk.

The judge won't be able to rule on this until tomorrow,

but they're asking us to err on the side of prudence.

- [scoffs]

- Go ahead and perform the retrieval.

- Wait, what? We're really considering this right now?

Julian is on record as not wanting to procreate.

- Look, the courts will determine later

whether the parents can use it for artificial insemination.

Thankfully, the onus

is not gonna be on us to make that call.

- Yeah, well, maybe it should be, huh?

- All right. That's enough, Dr. Frost.

I can have someone in urology do this if you'd like.

- No, no, no, we'll handle it.

[indistinct chatter]

- So it looks like you and our happy wanderer

have something in common.

His name is Daniel, too-- Daniel Hazouri.

- Lieutenant Daniel Hazouri, to be exact.

Age 26, reported missing a little over a month ago

from Naval Air Station Pensacola.

- Approximately 916 miles from here.

- Huh.

Wow. Top Gun candidate.

- Mm.

- Third-generation aviator, it seems.

Father was KIA in the Gulf about 20 years ago.

- That's odd. I-I didn't think they'd let you fly jets

with a diastolic murmur.

- Check him out with Pop. He was a cute little tyke.

- I pulled that off his Facebook.

- Okay, now, that's interesting.

Look at where this picture was taken.

- Huh. - The Chicago River.

- Yeah.

I think we can start to safely hypothesize

that, uh, his journey here was not completely random.

- You think you got enough

to snap him out of his fugue state?

- Okay.

I am not seeing anything that would disqualify you

from donating, per se.

Both you and your baby are in fine health.

- Like I just said,

I literally had a prenatal checkup three days ago.

- Well, what about her blood pressure?

You said earlier it was elevated.

- Slightly, yes, but still within normal range.

- But the kidneys are integral

in keeping that in check, though.

I mean, we still have a long way to go until delivery.

- Preeclampsia is always a risk, yes.

Pregnancy is rough on the kidneys as is,

never mind the added stress of removing one midterm.

- Well, surely, you've delivered babies

from women with one kidney before.

- Yes, of course.

But nothing in the literature has anybody

that has purposefully removed one midterm.

- Well, I guess this will be one for the journals, then.

You can thank me later when you get published.

- Natalie, she's just laying out all the risks.

- No, she's taking your side,

providing you with enough coverage

to try to talk me out of this.

So pardon me if I opt to discount the opinion

of the woman you used to sleep with.

- Why don't I give you two some privacy?

* *

- That was unwarranted and cruel.

- I could say the same about you.

- Are you serious?

- Your unwillingness to have my back

is really pissing me off. - That's not fair, Natalie.

I always have your back, and you know that.

- If you just took him to the game like you promised!

* *

- [groans]

I would do anything to walk this whole thing back.

- Anything except let me give him one of my two kidneys.

Tell the truth.

You were hoping I wouldn't be a match.

- Natalie, please-- - No, Will.

I feel like you are prioritizing

your own child's life over Owen's,

and that breaks my heart.

* *

Let Dean know I want to start the procedure

as soon as possible.

* *

.

- Much like you learn how to not touch a hot stove

'cause you're gonna burn your hand,

your mind can learn how to repress certain memories

if they're too unpleasant, right?

And that can cause your brain to do

all kinds of interesting things.

In your case, Lieutenant,

I think that it caused you to fully disassociate

and fall into what we call a fugue state.

- [scoffs, laughs]

- Why is that funny?

I'm just curio-- It's okay if it is.

I'm just curious why you're laughing.

- You called me Lieutenant.

That's so ridiculous.

- Well, you might think so now, but...

this dashing young fighter pilot--

that's you.

- So what is this?

- It's a, uh, digital stethoscope.

It's just like a regular one, but this one we can Bluetooth.

- Yeah, we can, uh, hear your heartbeat.

Here, let me just turn it up a little bit.

[heart beating]

What we're trying to do here is reprocess your memory circuits

by introducing unexpected stimuli,

hoping to--I don't know-- press a reset button

that will allow you to access your memories.

You want to give it a shot? - Sure.

- How about, um, you cross your arms like this?

Right hand on the left shoulder,

left hand on the right.

Then just close your eyes and start tapping gently.

- Like this? - Yeah.

[heart beating]

- Did you turn up the sound of my heart beating?

- I did.

- I can hear a little whoosh now between the beats.

- That's your heart murmur. Did you know you had one?

[heart continues beating]

Keep tapping.

Your name is Daniel Hazouri,

and you fly jets.

- If you say so.

- Your name is Lieutenant Daniel Hazouri.

You have a heart murmur. - [scoffs]

If you say so.

- Your name is Lieutenant Hazouri.

You have a heart murmur, and you fly jets.

- No, I don't.

- What did you say?

- I don't fly jets.

[dramatic music]

They found a heart murmur at my last physical.

[sighs] Just an innocent one, they said.

* *

But how...

innocent could it be if they were forced to clip my wings?

* *

[stammering]

What happened to my feet?

* *

Where the hell am I?

* *

- Natalie...

Dean asked if I would assist in your nephrectomy.

If you'd feel more comfortable with another OB/GYN, though,

I'd completely understand.

- Maybe that would be for the best.

- Okay.

Dr. Patchefsky's on call. She's excellent, as you know.

So I will go and bring her up to speed.

- You think I'm making a mistake, don't you?

- This is a hard choice to make, I know.

I don't envy you.

- Well, that's the thing.

It's not that hard a choice 'cause I don't really have one.

It may look like I do,

but I just...

can't watch my boy suffer.

So there you go.

[inhales deeply] You'll see soon enough.

[exhales deeply]

How far along? - A few weeks behind you.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

I'd be lying if I didn't say it's complicated.

- Well, it isn't.

The truth is...

a part of me is sure I'm doing the wrong thing here.

I mean, I--

I love Will.

He is such a good father to Owen.

I don't tell him that enough.

I know he wants this baby.

I do, too.

And yet I'm putting this pregnancy in jeopardy.

* *

Frankly, I'm terrified.

Am I doing the right thing?

- Hey, everything is gonna be okay.

Dean wouldn't be doing this if he didn't think so.

* *

- I do not want to lose this baby, Hannah.

* *

- That is not going to happen.

* *

- Hey.

Doris found this in the doctors' lounge.

It's Owen's, yeah?

- Thanks.

Hey, you don't think

I'm prioritizing the baby's health over Owen's, do you?

- Will, come on. - I mean, I'd like to think

I'm above having those kind of thoughts.

But like I told you yesterday,

Owen's been kind of hating on me for a while now.

I don't know. Who knows how the subconscious works?

Maybe this is some kind of weird retaliation on my part.

- Will, don't do this to yourself.

I know for certain that Owen does not hate you,

not even close.

- Ms. Goodwin, that's nice of you to say, but...

how could you really know?

- [scoffs] Look...

I gave him a notebook yesterday.

You told me that the two of you

have been having trouble communicating,

so I encouraged him to express his feelings

on paper.

He wrote something to you already.

- Yeah?

- And--and trust me, I would not have looked at it

if all of this hadn't happened.

But under the circumstances,

I think maybe you should read it now.

* *

- "I know I've been a pain today.

"I just really wanted to see the Bears play

"and thought maybe it would make me feel better,

"because I guess I'm nervous

"about getting a new little brother

"and I'm afraid you will love him more than me

and I won't ever be able to get you back as my dad."

[exhales sharply]

[emotional music]

* *

He's...

he's never called me Dad before.

- [chuckles]

* *

- So we're seriously just going through with this?

- You need to stop already, Jonathan.

We are doctors. We're not Supreme Court justices.

No one credentialed you

to sit in judgment of other people's character.

- Don't give me that right now. Come on.

You know as well as I do that these parents, the Wheelers,

all right, they're no good.

The privilege, the sense of entitlement,

the way that they trample over everything

that gets in their way.

I mean, doing this for their son right now?

They've never done anything for anyone in their--

- Watch your voice.

- Someone has to call them out. - Mm-hmm.

Well, if you say anything,

you better buy yourself a shovel,

because you'll be working the graveyard shift

from here on out.

- Oh, glad we caught you.

Whip and I were just speaking with a reproductive specialist

at Northwestern.

- Wow. That's fast.

You guys have him on, like, speed dial?

- No, a family friend recommended him.

- Of course. - Anyway,

he had very specific instructions he wanted us

to follow to ensure that Julian's spermatozoa

is as viable as possible... - Oh.

- So we can best honor our son.

- Honor your son? - Yes.

- I think we should cut the charade.

- Excuse me?

- You're not doing this for your son.

You don't know what he wanted any more than I do,

and if you do, you don't care.

Otherwise, you might have made an effort

to be part of his life.

So let's just be honest about what he is to you

in this moment--

a clinically dead body whose DNA you want.

- I don't want you or Dr. Frost here

having anything more to do with this procedure.

We will be speaking to your supervisor.

[dramatic music]

Whip?

* *

- What got into you?

* *

[monitor beeping] - Okay.

Got vascular control.

Let's clamp and cut the last bit of renal artery

and start the clock on this organ's viability.

[monitor beeps]

- I'm detecting fetal decels.

- How much longer is this going to take?

The baby could be compressing her IVC in this position.

- Five, maybe ten minutes. - No, no, no, no.

The baby won't survive that.

We need to get Mom out of the lateral position

and onto her back.

A little up on the left, if you can.

- That's not possible.

We already triangulated the trocars.

It'd take us another half hour

to reset our field of dissection.

- We don't have a half hour.

We'd be putting the organ itself in jeopardy.

We might as well have not even started this.

- It's all right. I'm--I'm doing the math.

I'm doing the math.

So what if we moved her to 45-degree angle?

Would that relieve enough pressure on the vena cava?

- We could try. - All right.

- Why is any of this even a consideration

when the fetus isn't viable yet?

- Because it is, Marty. It is, all right?

So just let's rotate her down to 45 degrees right now.

Come on, let's go. Marty, step on it, please.

- Careful. - Got her?

[table whirring]

.

- We'll be in touch.

[sighs]

We should contact Mr. Graham,

tell him that we'll be taking Julian

off life support as soon as he's ready.

- So you were able to retrieve a sample?

What--what happens to it now?

- Well, it'll be stored here in escrow, so to speak,

until the court can make a decision.

And just so both of you are aware,

the odds are stacked dramatically

against grandparents in cases like this.

There's little chance they're going to win.

So it's a good thing the judge didn't witness

your little outburst, Dr. Lenox.

It might have made those ghouls seem more sympathetic.

- I apologize, Ms. Goodwin.

My behavior was completely uncalled for.

- Yeah, well, look, if either of you

ever have any moral qualms, just tell me.

We can make accommodations.

- Um, I'm sorry for being a hypocrite today.

- What, are you kidding? I was in awe.

That said, I mean, you haven't really seemed

like yourself recently.

Is everything cool?

- Yeah, everything's cool.

- Okay.

Because, you know, if you ever wanted to talk, I--

- Good night, Dr. Frost.

- Good night.

[monitor beeping]

- [inhales deeply, groans softly]

- There you are. Hey, baby.

- How's Owen?

Did the transplant take?

- So far, so good. He's recovering now.

- Yeah, they think they'll be able to take him

off dialysis completely in a couple days.

- That's wonderful.

Thank you, Dean.

And the baby?

- Well, we had a brief moment of concern,

but thanks to Dr. Asher,

your pregnancy is viable and thriving.

[emotional music]

* *

- Thank you both.

* *

Honey, I'm so proud of you. You were--you're amazing.

- I was worried you wouldn't be here when I woke up.

- Are you kidding?

Come on, you can't get rid of me that easy.

- I'm so sorry about what I said earlier.

I know how you feel about Owen.

We are both so lucky to have you.

- Oh. No, I'm the lucky one.

* *

Speaking of Owen, um...

there's something I'd like to talk to you about.

* *

- The funny thing is,

I don't have any memory of ever being in Chicago before.

I barely remember my father.

This picture is pretty much the only one I have

of the two of us together.

- He died when you were pretty young, right?

- I, uh...

all I ever wanted to do with my life

was to live up to his legacy...

make him proud.

It feels like that's not gonna be possible anymore.

- Wait.

How do you know?

You--you got your whole life ahead of you.

[knock at door]

- We were able to contact your base commander,

and he's gonna send somebody up tomorrow

to take you back to Pensacola.

- I'm not sure I have anything worth going back to.

[scoffs] I don't know, Doc.

Being in that fugue state sounds pretty good right now.

- Everyone's talking about how amazed they are

by your recuperative powers.

They think you might be part Wolverine.

- I wish.

- Oh, I almost forgot.

The Bears won yesterday, in case you were wondering.

- Cool.

How's Mom doing?

- She's doing great.

Yeah, in fact, they're getting her ready to wheel over here

to see you in a bit.

What's up, pal? You seem sad.

- I just really wish Mom didn't have to do this for me,

at least not with how she's feeling.

- You mean with her being pregnant?

I know you've been...

worried about that a lot recently.

- You read that?

- I'm sorry I violated your privacy,

but, yeah, I already read it.

Do you remember what you wrote?

Well, I wrote you a little something on the next page,

if you want to read it.

[emotional music]

* *

Hey, do me a favor. Read it out loud.

- Okay. - [chuckles]

- "Dear Owen, no one will ever take your place in my heart.

In fact, I spoke with your mom"...

- "And I'd like to adopt you legally as my son.

Is that something you might want as well?"

* *

You don't have to answer it right away.

You know, just take your time, think about it.

- Do you have a pencil?

- Um...

* *

How about a pen?

* *

[chuckles]

* *

I love you, buddy.

- I love you, too.

* *

[chuckles]

.

[dramatic music]

* *

[wolf howls]