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- Dr. Latham.

- Dr. Rhodes.
Light day today.

- That's good, 'cause we just
got a call from Mercy Hospital

over in Rock Island.

They have a young woman with
a Type A aortic dissection

who needs a valve-sparing
root replacement.

- Rare, difficult procedure.

- Mm-hmm, and none of
the surgeons there

have any experience with it.

- Have the air ambulance
bring her in,

and I'll clear an OR.

- I'm afraid we can't.

She's multi-trauma
from a car accident,

and she's too unstable
to travel.

- Then they'll have to perform
a standard repair.

- Dr. Latham, I--
- I do not like to travel.

- I can understand that
given your situation--

- You can say it.
My Asperger's.

- Dr. Latham, these cases
are indeed rare.

And while I have assisted you
on one before,

I would like to be able to say
I have done one running lead.

Now, it's only
a 20-minute chopper flight,

and we don't even have
to spend the night.

- This is important to you.

- It is.

- [sighs] Perhaps I
shouldn't be so rigid.

A broadening experience
might do me good.

All right, Dr. Rhodes.

You'll get your procedure.

We'll even spend the night.

A hotel--

gonna be interesting.

- I'll let them know.

- More like five under.
- It was ten under.

- I just like to
be careful, okay?

I have a history.

[giggling]
- Hey, guys.

- Morning.
- Hey.

That a new stethoscope?

- Oh, yeah.

Owen got a hold
of the last one, so...

- Hey, those stuffed animals are
not gonna diagnose themselves.

- [laughing]

- Ah, all right, Blondie.

Coffee later?
- You got it, Red.

- Have a good day.

- Hey, babe.
You forgot your lunch.

- Tate, I could've
gotten something here.

- Potato chips, pickles,
and a Zagnut bar?

Pregnant ladies get
to pretty much eat

anything they want, huh?

- We could fill you with
a gallon of hormones,

then analyze your diet.

- Enjoy your lunch.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

- Incoming, Dr. Manning.
Treatment 2.

- Got it.

- Gabe Moor, eight years old,

with advanced
non-Hodgkin's lymphoma,

found seizing at home, temp 104.

One milligram of versed
in the field.

- All right,
hang in there, okay?

All right, on my count.

One, two, three.

- All right, get this
out of here please.

- Compression bags.

- Equal and reactive to light.

Does he see oncology here?

- Yeah, Dr. Hurwitz.

- Get his current med list

and give a dose of vanco
and ceftriaxone.

- Vanco and ceftriaxone, got it.

- Does he have a mother
we should call?

- She passed when he was a baby.

- Okay.

- Dad?
- I'm right here.

These doctors are gonna
take good care of you.

- He's seizing!

Give one of Ativan,
push 500 milligrams Dilantin.

- Oh, my God.

- Let's get some labs, CBC,
CMP, CT head,

blood cultures, and an EEG.

The seizure may be
caused by his fever.

However, it is possible that the
cancer's spread to his brain.

When was his last scan?
- Couple of months ago.

- Let's get an infused MRI.

I just want to see if
the cancer's spread, okay?

- Okay.

- Dr. Manning?
- Yeah.

Excuse me, please.

- I just called
the pharmacy.

Dad hasn't filled Gabe's chemo
in three months.

He's withholding
his medication.

- Maybe he filled it
someplace else?

- His oncologist ordered
straight through the hospital.

No other way to get it.

- Mr. Moore.

We are aware that your son
was prescribed

a new oral chemo, and that you
have been withholding it.

- I'm not "withholding" them.

- I understand that you're
a single father

and that this must be
incredibly hard for you--

- It's not about me.

- But if you are willingly
keeping your son

off of his meds, then we--

- It's his decision.

- Excuse me?

- Gabe's.

He's been through
four courses of chemo.

The nausea, the pain,

the drugs to treat
the nausea and the pain--

it was awful.

- That doesn't mean you can
just stop trying.

- He begged me all
through the last course.

But I wouldn't stop it.

And it didn't help at all.

None of them helped.

So this time, I let him decide.

- He can't decide.

He's eight years old, okay?

His brain is literally
not developed enough

to process this.

Life and death and forever
are concepts

that he cannot fully
understand yet.

- Gabe does understand.

- I'm sorry,

but we need to start your son
on his new chemo.

- No. I won't authorize that.

- I will be back soon
to check on your son.

- DCFS can have a court order
to start the chemo in two hours.

- Let's get the MRI
result first--

see if the cancer's
spread so much

that it's no longer
even treatable.

[taps door]

- Ms. Holloway,
I'm Dr. Halstead.

I hear you had some
trouble today.

- I fell down.
Big deal.

- Well, says here your
troponin level is .08.

That means you fell down because

you were having
a small heart attack.

Ever had any heart
trouble before?

- I don't know.
I don't go to doctors.

- Dr. Halstead?

- Your blood glucose is 458.
You're diabetic?

- That's what they say.

- Let's get a VBG.

Give her 10 units
of IV regular insulin

and bolus her a liter of NS.

I'll call endocrine
for a consult

and let cardiology know
we're admitting her.

- Admitting me?

- Yeah, that's right.

Diabetes can cause
numerous problems,

including coronary
artery disease.

I want to admit you to run
a few tests on your heart

and more importantly,
get your diabetes under control.

- Nope.
Not gonna happen.

- Why is that?

- Are you gonna feed
Zachary Taylor

and Millard Fillmore?

- I'm sorry?

- My cats.

Named after the first
12 presidents.

- Let's start getting
your sugar down,

and we'll talk
in a little bit.

- Got us a crazy cat lady.
- Mm-hmm.

- Drs. Rhodes and Latham,

Mayor Hendrix.

- Call me Jim.

My family and I can't
thank you enough for coming.

- I assure you we will
do everything we can

for your daughter.

- If there's anything
that you need,

please let Bob or me know.

- We will.
Thank you.

- Must be hard staying upbeat
under such trying circumstances.

Guess if you're
a politician,

it's expected.

- Tough case?

- Kids get sick.
I understand that.

But seeing what their
parents do to them--

that drives me nuts.

- Yeah.

- Coffee time?

- That's right.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I'm swamped.

- Oh, no problem.

Lunch maybe.

- Absolutely.
- Okay.

Hey, Will?
- Yeah?

- Did you and Natalie
ever have a thing?

- What?

Natalie and me? No.

I mean, we're good friends,
and, you know,

she's a great doctor, but we
never dated or anything.

- Okay.
[laughs]

- Besides, who cares?

The only person in the world
I have a thing for right now

is you.

- You're such a charmer.

- You saw Ms. Holloway?
- Yep, thanks for the heads-up.

- Mm-hmm.

- Diabetes studies keep
the lights on upstairs.

- Glad I could help.

Huh, that's odd.

She was an architect.

- Why is that odd?

- Well, her hemoglobin A1c
and lipid panel indicate

she takes extremely
poor care of herself.

You know, it seems out
of character for someone

I assume pays great
attention to detail.

- Slow day for head-shrinkers
around here.

You want me to have a chat?

- Sure, knock yourself out.

- Shoot me her chart.
- Sure.

- Hello there, Mrs. Holloway.

- Well, hello there.

- He's breathing so hard.

- He's septic.

We need to give
the antibiotics time.

- He'd scream out in his sleep
when it first started...

and get these pains.

But he kept on fighting.

I quit my job
to take care of him.

- Then help him keep fighting.

Tell him that there's a chance
this new chemo could work.

- Look at him.

He's not fighting anymore.

He's done.

And I will not flog him
against his wishes.

My boy deserves
better than that.

- Incoming trauma.
Dr. Choi.

We're going to 2.

- Grace Snow, 26.

Driver in a two-car MVC.

Found hypotensive
and tachypneic,

but responded to a liter bolus
on the ride.

- I'm Dr. Choi.
You're at Chicago Med.

Let's transfer.

On my count. Ready?

One, two, three.

Grace, does any of this hurt?
- [moans]

- Let's get trauma labs,
blood gas, and a pan scan.

- Becca...
- What?

- Becca...driving crazy.

- Courtney, I thought this woman
was the driver.

- They said she was.

- I'm her husband.
What happened?

- She was in a car accident.

- Oh, my God, Grace,
are you okay?

- Crashed the car...

- Possibly some small fluid
in Morrison's pouch.

Since vitals are stable,
let's get a pan scan.

She keeps mentioning Becca.

Was there someone else
in the car?

- Ah, I don't know.

- Does she know
someone named Becca?

If there's another victim
still out there,

we need to find her.

Maggie, call P.D.

Might be another injury
in the field.

- Wait, wait.
There's no other victim.

Uh, Becca is Grace's tulpa.

- Her what?

- A...sentient being that
lives inside her body.

- I created her.

- You created Becca?
- It's how tulpas work.

First you start with
an image in your mind

of a person or a character
you might like.

Then you spend some
time with her each day.

Eventually, she takes on
a personality of her own.

She becomes three-dimensional.

- Huh.

That's interesting.

- So how do you know
what Becca thinks?

- I talk to her.

It's tricky at first.

She likes to stay
in the background.

But likely she's been
fronting more and more.

- Fronting?

- Taking over my body...

my muscles, my eyes.

Wasn't always easy, giving over
total control like that.

But you get used to it.

- There's a website that
teaches you how.

- So is--is that what
happened today in the car?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- I let her drive.
I shouldn't have.

She's not very good at it.

We got into an argument,
and she got upset

and lost control.

- Which is why we decided
that you, Grace,

wouldn't see her anymore.
Right?

- Right.

- They're ready for Mrs. Scott
in CT.

- Okay, well, very nice
to meet you, Grace.

Um, we hope that both
you and Becca

are feeling better soon.

- As long as the scans
are negative,

I'll observe for a few hours.

Then you can admit her
to psych.

- [sighs]
Differential's long.

Could be dissociative
identity disorder,

schizophrenia--

- Or it could just be a tulpa.

I mean, I'm not ruling out any
of that other stuff yet,

but until we see signs
of impairment,

we have to consider
the possibility that

she really could've created
an alter ego

that she believes
cohabits her body.

- But tulpas aren't in the DSM.

- So what?

- She's clearly disturbed.
We need a diagnosis.

- Well, it's challenging.

And I look forward to seeing
where you land.

- Hey, I just got off the phone
with P.D.

They've got several eyewitness
accounts of the accident,

saying that your patient
accelerated

directly into traffic.

They think it was
a suicide attempt.

- Hmm.

Just got a little
more complicated.

- Mm-hmm.

- Graft is in.
Let's re-implant the coronaries.

- We'll do the left
coronary first,

due to its anterior location.

- How far do you prefer to
dissect for implantation?

- Five or six centimeters.

- Even when it's
a little shorter,

there could some tension.

- That rarely
becomes problematic.

- Though Kessler et al did
report pseudo-aneurysm formation

in 20% of implants
under tension.

- Which we can avoid
with added dissection.

- So you'd prefer to risk
a branch injury

and possibly force
a double bypass?

- No.

- I believe Dr. Rhodes
means we can do a Cabrol.

Attach an 8-millimeter woven
graft to the left coronary

in order to ease the tension.

Am I correct, Dr. Rhodes?

- Yes. Yes, that is
what we should do.

Open an 8-millimeter
woven graft.

- What's the verdict?

- Definitely in the red

on the old eccentricity meter,

but not really any
alarm bells to speak of.

- So we can't hold her?

- Not if she wants to go.
Totally her call.

- Figured.
Thanks.

You know, it used to be
if a doctor told a patient

to do something,
they just did it.

- You been binging on "Dr.
Quinn, Medicine Woman" again?

- I'm just saying,
things were different.

Like, guys didn't need to tell
women every single thing

they were feeling.

My father never did.

- Are we still talking
about diabetes?

- Brought the rest of that
assessment for you to fill out.

- Can I ask you,
that handsome doctor--

is he seeing anyone?

- Dr. Halstead?

Actually, I believe he is.

- Not the one with the hair.

The big one in the vest.

- Dr. Charles?

Actually, I have no idea.

- Hey, buddy.
Where's your dad?

- He went to the bathroom.

Can I go home?
- Not yet.

We're still working
on your fever.

- Okay.

- You like video games?

- Yeah, I do.

- So you know when
your character dies

and a game ends,

you can just start over
and play again?

- Uh-huh.

- Okay, well, when people die,

it's different.

There are no do-overs.

You can't just
start a new game.

- I know.

You don't think or do anything,

because you're not here anymore,

like my mom.

- Right.

So if you only
have one chance,

wouldn't you want
to fight like crazy

to keep going for
as long as you can?

- I did, but...

nothing worked.

It just hurt a lot.

- I know.

Gabe...we want to be able
to give you a new medicine.

And I'm afraid if
you don't take it,

you are gonna die.

And I don't want that.

- Thank you.

But everybody has
their time to live.

I've had mine.

I want to see what's next.

- Grace, I'm sorry,
but we have to ask you--

did you try
to kill yourself today?

- What? No.

- You said before that
you and Becca

were having an argument.

What was that about?
- Nothing.

She just gets upset
with me sometimes.

- Upset?
- Not upset, just...

like, she doesn't understand
how I could love someone

who wants to keep us apart.

- I imagine that'd
be hard for her.

- It is.

Really is.

I mean, she's my best friend.

Why should I have
to stop seeing her?

I don't always...
connect with other people.

So when there's one person
you can talk to

and be yourself with who
isn't gonna judge you

or hurt your feelings...

knowing I have a really good
friend should make Mark happy.

But it doesn't.
I don't understand why.

- Grace, are you sure that

you weren't trying
to end your life today?

- No.

I don't know.
Maybe.

[crying] I just--
I don't know.

- [exhales]

- Put her on a five-day hold?

- Yeah. Poor woman.

- Mm-hmm.
At least we can narrow it down

to something psychiatric.

Maybe put her on a trial
of antipsychotics?

- I don't know.

- Becca tried to kill Grace.

- Yeah, but let's not forget,

Becca is Grace.

I mean, we might yet find
that she's psychotic,

but she could also just be...

cracking under the pressure
of forcibly being cut off

from a part of herself.

- Wait, you don't think
she is actually

within the bounds
of functionality?

- I think we need more
information, don't you?

Grab me when her
husband gets back.

I think it might be time
for us all to, um...

to meet Becca.

- [wheezing]

- ST elevations--
she's having an MI!

Give her an aspirin, nitro, and
push 5 milligrams of morphine.

- What can I do?
- Get her on 10 liters of O2.

Lydia, we're gonna
get you through this.

Stay with me.
- Lydia, lift your tongue up.

Morphine's in.
- Send another troponin

and get a 12-lead.

Ms. Holloway, you just had
another heart attack.

I need to get you
up for angiography

and probably a stent right now,
do you understand?

- Yes.
- Good.

- But I'm not doing it.

I told you, I'm going home
to my cats.

- Maybe I have not
been clear enough--

- How many cats?

- Twelve.

- Draw a red top tube as well.

Give me a few minutes.

- Hey, back in the OR,

thanks for not letting me
look like an idiot.

- Oh, no need to thank me.
- Still, I appreciate it.

- I always thought that
needing to be rescued

was a sign of weakness.

I'm starting to see it's more
complicated than that.

- Dr. Latham!

[chuckles] So glad
you could join us.

Now, we may not be Chicago,

but I bet you guys have
never had a wicked sidecar

inside a hundred-foot rock dome.

- Um, no.
- Come on.

- Dr. Rhodes, Mike Evans,
chamber of commerce.

- Hey. Pleasure to meet you.

- Let's get you a drink.
- Absolutely.

- Strap yourself in.

- Ms. Holloway's case has
a psych component after all:

Toxoplasmosis.

- That's a parasite
from cat feces.

- Which lives in the victim's
brain forever,

and in women, Toxo
creates a compulsion

to take care of cats.

- Makes me wonder--

do cat lovers get
Toxoplasmosis,

or does Toxo make them
cat lovers?

- Interesting, but not
terribly relevant.

- What is relevant is
its other effects on women.

They become less concerned
with their own welfare.

- Which might be
fueling her refusal

to let us take care of her.

All right.

Let's go tell her.

- Sure you want to do that?

- There's a parasite
in her brain.

- Yeah, there's no
cure for Toxo.

You'd be giving her information
she can't do anything with.

- Her decision-making capability
is compromised.

Knowing the truth could help
her change how she thinks.

- Eh, a lot easier
said than done.

- Still, it's our responsibility
to let her decide.

- Fair enough.

- All right.

- [chuckles]
So what you're saying is,

I've been living alone
for ten years,

keeping to myself,

all because of a parasite?

- It's certainly a factor.

It alters your thoughts,
but it doesn't dictate them.

- I mean, you must have
noticed differences

from when you were younger.

- I used to go out more.

Had more friends.

Always liked to travel.

But as the years went on,
I didn't really feel

like doing those things anymore.

- But wouldn't it be
great if you did?

- Maybe.

Doesn't seem so interesting now.

- That's it--why not?

You're the same person
you used to be.

- Am I?

You just said there's
a bug in my head

pulling the strings.

- But now that you know,
you can do something about it--

make better decisions.

- There's no reason you can't
reach down inside

and find the person you were.

- I don't know.

- Ms. Holloway, I think
the chance to be yourself again

is worth fighting for.

See if we can get her
in the cath lab today.

- Sure.

You okay?

- Nina asked if there was ever
anything between Nat and me.

- Really?

- Well, technically
there wasn't.

I mean, we never went out.

- Mm-hmm.

- But okay, no, I wasn't
completely honest.

I should--I should tell her
the truth, right?

I mean, we're in a relationship.

That should be built on honesty.

- You asking my advice?

Women don't usually appreciate

hearing about their boyfriend's
feelings for other women.

- But it's the right
thing to do.

- Ah?

- Isn't it?

- Hi.

Gabe's blood gases
are getting worse.

We're getting to a point where
we may have to intubate.

- And that'll get him through

till you get the infection
under control?

- The antibiotics still aren't
turning it around.

And there's a very good chance
that once we intubate,

we may not be able to get
the tube out again.

- Wait, I won't be able
to talk to him again?

- It's possible.

I'm sorry.

- God.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

- Dr. Manning?

- We're not there quite yet.

I'll be back.

- The radiologist hasn't read
the MRI yet, but I don't care.

We need to get Gabe
that chemo.

- But, April, bringing in
family services--

- Okay, you feel for the dad.

I get it.

But you are Gabe's doctor.

- And that boy understands
more about his situation

than you think.

- Natalie, if you don't
call DCFS, I will.

- [exhales]

Okay.

I'll talk to Goodwin.

- You can see it
on their website.

Tulpas go on dates with
other tulpas--dates.

- How does that work?

- Oh, you bring your tulpa,
they bring theirs.

It's nuts.
I can't believe that

you're taking it seriously.

- Well, what we're doing is,
we're taking Grace seriously,

which is why it's important
for us to get a sense

of who this alternate
personality is

and how she presents herself.

Okay?

Hi, Grace.
How you feeling?

- Okay.

- So we were wondering,

um, if it might be possible

for us to say hello to Becca.

- You, too?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

It'll just take a moment.

- Take all the time
you need.

- What's up?

- Hello, Becca.

I'm Dr. Charles,
and this is Dr. Reese.

I think you know Mark.

- Hey.

- Mark, would you like to--

to get us started off?

- Becca.

I heard that you and Grace
had a fight.

- So?
- I'd like to hear about it.

- I'm sure you would.

- Um, Becca, the more
forthcoming you could be...

- Fine.

I was explaining how
you don't love her.

- Of course I love her.

- Then why don't you want her
to have any friends?

- This is crazy.

Grace, can I please
just talk to you?

- No. You deal with me.

- I want Grace to have friends,

but she spends all day
and night online.

- That's where her friends are.

- Chatrooms for tulpamancers!

- For what?

- Tulpamancers.

That's--that's what
they call it.

Grace wasn't always like this.

She used to be normal.

- "Used to be"?

- Grace and I were
married for two years

before you showed up.

- I didn't "show up."

Grace just told you
about me last year.

- What does that mean?

- It means she created me
in high school.

[gasps]

- High school?
- Yeah.

I'm the reason she was able to
move out of her parents' house.

I'm the reason she got up
the courage to meet you

at that party--

- Grace, can I just--
- I'm the one who's been

with her all these years,

not you--me.

- Whoever you are,
you tell my wife

that she has to choose.

It's either Becca or me.

- [chuckles]

- Obviously, she is
profoundly disturbed,

which we should've known
when she first said "tulpa."

Why are we treating her like
she is sane when she isn't?

- Wouldn't that be
a little too easy, though?

I mean, sure, we could,
you know,

slap a label on her, put her in
some diagnostic box,

pour some medicine on top--

but sometimes it's a little
more complicated than that.

- She had an argument
with her made-up friend

while her subconscious
crashed the car.

It seems pretty simple to me.

- Grace is definitely
a fractured personality.

But it's all the more reason
that we have a responsibility

to dig deeper
and figure out why.

- Right.
I'm sorry, Dr. Charles,

but I like boxes.

None of this makes any sense.

It is all so subjective.

I hate it.
I mean, where's the science?

- Dr. Reese, every medical
discipline, psychiatry included,

is as much art
as it is science.

- Well, I don't see
the science or the art.

You know, everybody
was so surprised

when I went into this--
me, the lab geek.

- Ah, excuse me
for a second, guys.

- Sure.

Looks like you're
having a good time.

- Ah.

Very nice young woman.

We're going up to my room.

She has an irregular mole she'd
like me to take a look at.

- Was that her idea or yours?

- Here, Doc, let me
freshen that up.

- Ah, why don't the three of us
go over to the steakhouse?

My treat.

- Dr. Rhodes, are you
trying to--

what is the expression--

interrupt my flow?

- No. No, I'm not.

- [exhales]

- Night.

- Are they putting in
the tube now?

Dad?

I'm...

scared.

- I know, buddy.

But the doctors are gonna
give you some medicine

so you sleep,
and it won't hurt.

Right?

- That's right.

- Dr. Manning?
- Yes?

I'll be right back.

DCFS is on their way.

- Okay, um, just tell 'em
I need a minute.

- Fine.

But they won't wait long.

- Okay.

- Just want you to know,

you're the best son
a dad could hope for.

You are so brave,

and I am so proud of you.

And I love you.

So, so much.

- Ms. Holloway.

Where you going?
- Home.

Andrew Jackson gets anxious when
you don't change his water.

- But we decided that you'd stay
and get a full workup.

- You decided that.
- But, Ms. Holloway--

- I'm not sure I even believe

all this toxic
whatever business.

And even if I did, would it
be me believing you?

Or the parasite?

What was the point of even
telling me all that stuff?

- She's just gonna be back
with another coronary event.

- Funny thing about the truth--
it rarely sets anyone free.

- [exhales sharply]

- Think she likes you.

- I hope that's a compliment.

- Actually, it's more
of a diagnostic clue.

Turns out men with Toxo are more
attractive to infected women.

And it also makes them
rumpled, introverted,

dismissive of rules,
and secretive.

- Are you insinuating something?

- Not insinuating,
directly stating

that you might have Toxo, too.

- Yeah, thanks, Nancy Drew,
but it's not possible.

You know I'm not a cat person.

- Actually, I had no idea.

Maybe because you
are so secretive.

- Oh, I take it back,
Perry Mason.

You ever consider the law?

- Hmm.

You are avoiding.

Why don't we just
do a blood test?

- Okay, yeah, sure.
- Yeah?

- Blood test, good idea, great.

- Great, I will
find you after work.

- See you then.

- [panting]

- Hey, somebody help!

- [wheezing]

- She's tachycardic
and tachypneic.

Sats at 84.

- Grace, does this hurt?
- Hey, what's happening?

- Is she bleeding?
- I don't think so.

Belly's benign.
CTs were negative.

- Rhythm's gone.
- EKG leads are coming off.

She's sweating like crazy.

Let's get the crash cart.

- Heart attack?
- No cyanosis or pallor.

Check her rhythm.

- [rasping]

- Uh, fast but regular.

Wait.

Grace, talk to Becca.

- What?
- Talk to her, Grace.

- Sarah.
- Can you talk to Becca?

- [wheezing]
- Is she there?

What's she telling you?

- To breathe.

- This could be
blunt cardiac trauma.

Let's get an EKG,
labs, and an echo.

- No, no, no, wait.
- Breathe.

Anything else?

- Um, imagine us in
a peaceful place.

- Okay, then listen to her.

- Reese, we need--
- Listen to her.

- [breathing slows]

- Sats back up to 96.

- She was having
a panic attack.

- And Becca talked her down.

- Hey, I got your call.

Dr. Latham, are--

something wrong?

- That woman--she asked me
to get ice for our drinks,

and when I returned,
she was gone,

as was the $200 in my wallet
and my watch

that my parents gave me
for graduation!

I...
- Really.

- Your skepticism
was well-founded.

I should have...

never allowed myself
to get involved like that.

My mother will be very upset.

- Gabe's MRI results.

- His tumors are shrinking?

- Doesn't make sense, right?

- I mean, chemo can suppress
the immune system,

and the immune system
helps fight cancer.

- So being off chemo might have
allowed his immune system

to recuperate.

- It would explain his fever--

signs that his body's
starting to fight again.

- And it's fighting the cancer.

- Yeah, I mean...

Withholding chemo might actually
have saved his life.

Ms. Goodwin, we don't
need to do this.

- I'm sorry, it's in the hands
of DCFS now.

- No, no.
I was wrong.

He doesn't need the medication.
- What's going on?

- Mr. Moore, I'm placing you
under arrest...

- No, no, no, please!
- For medical child neglect.

- Dr. Manning?
- No, just stop.

Everything's okay.
- Excuse me, ma'am.

- I'm not leaving my son.
- No, you need to listen to me.

Okay? Gabe's tumors
are shrinking

because he didn't get the chemo.

Gabe is gonna get better!

- He's gonna live?

- He's got a long ways to go,

but yes.

- Sir, I need your hands.

- Adam, we'll fix this.

- Hey, man.

- Hey, there.

- So, here's the deal.

I'm gonna need everything
that she took from my friend,

and I'm gonna give you one hour.

- I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're talking about.

- Dr. Latham came all
the way out here

to save the life
of the mayor's daughter,

so how do you think
the mayor's gonna react

when he hears that you
ripped that doctor off?

The watch and the $300.

- It--it was only $200.

- Call it punitive damages
for pain and suffering.

- Come on, man.

- One...hour.

- Much better.

- Thank you.

- His temp's coming down.

Antibiotics are
finally working.

- Goodwin said his aunt
will stay with him

until she can get
the charges dropped.

- Sorry I got so
worked up earlier.

I--
- You had a point.

- I get these thoughts
and urges now.

Maybe it's this little tyrant
in my uterus.

- You think?
- [laughs]

I'll be really glad when
this part is over.

- The part where every
decision you make

is because of your child?

I hate to break it to you,
but that one's forever.

- Ugh.
[both laughing]

- Hey, ready to go?

- Yeah.
[chuckles]

Hey, by the way, um,

when I asked you about
Natalie before,

I--I really appreciate
your being honest with me.

- Yeah.

Look, Nina, about that...

- Yeah?

- Well, just...

of course.

Relationships are built
on trust, right?

- Yes.

Which is why I feel like I
need to tell you something.

You know Dr. Rauch
in cardiology?

I...dated him.

- Yeah?

Okay.
I like Rauch.

- [chuckles]

I also dated Jay Flint in GI.

- Flint? Heavyset guy?

- It was just a summer thing.

Dr. Sherman was a little
more serious, but I don't know.

[knocking at door]

- Your friend wanted to make
sure that you got these back.

She had an emergency phone call.
She had to leave.

It turns out that
the whole thing

was just a big, old mistake.

- This is too much.
I only had $200.

- Yeah, she just felt terrible
about the whole thing.

She wanted to buy you dinner.

- Oh.

Is that really what happened?

- Dr. Latham, I'm sorry that
I brought you out here.

My ambition to do the surgery
got the best of me.

It was selfish.

- Mm.

Well, don't apologize.

All in all, I had
a really good time.

- How's she doing?
- Which one?

Grace, Becca?
Who knows?

- Mr. Scott, if there's
a part of Grace

that she didn't feel comfortable
sharing with you before,

is it not at all possible to see
anything that's happened here

as a sign of progress?

- Progress?

Yeah, I just learned how
unbalanced my wife really is

and that she doesn't need me.

She needs...Becca.

I'm done.

- This was a total disaster.

- I'm not so sure that's true.

I mean, from Grace's
perspective,

this could be as close
to a win as we can get.

- She just chose her tulpa
over her husband--

her tulpa that
almost killed her.

- I just saw her tulpa
talk her off a ledge.

- [laughs softly]
I have no idea what to think.

- Like it or not, the line
between a psychological illness

and a coping mechanism
is a blurry one.

I mean, just 'cause we don't
give them names and voices

doesn't mean we don't all
have different sides.

I mean, our personalities
change based on

how much sleep we get,

how hungry we are.

Hell, intestinal bacteria could
be the determining factor

in our emotions.

Look...

I know you think of yourself

as an analytical thinker
and a scientist

and that you're wondering
if you have a place

in psychiatry right now.

But I also see this
other Sarah in there,

and she's filled with intuition
and compassion, humanity--

and when you put 'em
both together,

like during Grace's
panic attack today...

Then I see a sensational
psychiatrist.

- Toxo screen.
You a fainter?

Or can we do this
sitting up?

- You mind if we hold off
on that right now?

Come on.
I got a better idea.

Believe it or not, studies show
that cat videos

are actually good for people.

- Huh.

- They increase energy
and positive emotions.

It's crazy, right?
- Yeah.

- But you know, in the interest
of full disclosure

and to repudiate this bizarre
accusation of secretiveness,

I never had a problem with cats.

- Really?
- Really.

- [laughs]
- Matter of fact,

I actually had a cat once.

- Huh.
- Yeah.

Name of Pete.

Abyssinian/Siamese mix.

Used to jump on my chest
in the morning to wake me up.

Had these claws that could
tear a tin can.

- [chuckles]

- But he never hurt
a living soul, that Pete,

which was especially good news
for all those mice

that lived in my walls...