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All hands on deck!

I love you, Hannah, and I have for a long time.

Thank you for telling me now.

You tested positive for prion disease.

I'm not gonna ask you to run out the clock with me

and take care of me.

I can't pretend I'm not in love with you.

You had a stroke, and he did not hesitate to exploit that.

You leaked Dr. Rabari's personal medical files.

I want your resignation.

Please tell me you did not.

The less I say, the better.

-Oh! -Oh, sorry, Ms. Sloan.

I can't help you if you don't calm down.

My patient is in pulse less v-tach,

and someone took the crash cart!

-I'll take care of it. -There's no time to wait.

What just happened?

-How'd you bring him back? -Precordial thump.

Wow. That almost never works.

-Nice work, Dr. Wu. -Thanks.

I don't know her. Why does she know me?

-She knows everyone. -That's Mallory Sloan.

She's the new Ms. Goodwin.

-Right. -And who is Ms. Goodwin?

The dolphin squishy just exploded all over her.

I didn't even know that could happen.

When it's baking in sunlight next to a window, yes.

-Dr. Archer. -Ms. Sloan.

What's your name and date of birth?

-Tierney Jacobs, 7/2/87. -Treatment 3.

It's nice to meet you, Tierney.

Can you tell me exactly what happened?

I was sipping my Hydro Flask after yoga, which was amazing.

Then I tripped and face planted on a table.

I guess a plastic straw would have been safer, but...

Gotta save the turtles, am I right?

I should be bleeding green.

Dr. Archer, if this doesn't let up soon,

we're gonna have to...

Bypass is not an option, Doris.

We need more support.

Put me in the game, Coach.

Put me in the game.

Are you really sure you wanna get your hands dirty?

Oh, please.

We both know I could run this place

with one hand tied behind my back.

-You know what I'm saying? -Hmm.

What am I to you all of a sudden,

some kind of effete head shrinker?

How much time have you got?

Excuse me, I have lives to save.

Okay.

Hey, Dr. Charles, you got a broken arm in 6.

Groovy. On my way.

Daniel, these budget cuts are killing me.

Do you know if Sharon has any ideas?

I don't know. Give her a call.

What, haven't you spoken to her?

Uh, you know, we kind of keep missing each other

since she stepped down for the investigation, you know?

Something going on with those two?

No one knows for sure, but I got a bad feeling,

about a lot of things.

You're absolutely right, Doris.

This has gotta stop.

Sloan, the ED is drowning.

We need to call in more staff.

It's always a pleasure to see you, Dr. Archer.

Well, you cut multiple shifts just to save pennies.

Yes, and nurses are offered incentive pay

to pick up those shifts as needed.

Only when you approve it.

You devalue my staff, and to be perfectly candid,

you gamble the lives of the patients

we're supposed to be helping.

You know what I've found in my experience,

is everyone resists change.

Everyone thinks it's not possible

until all of a sudden they realize that it is.

Oh, that's so inspiring.

Did you read that on a pillow?

That's funny.

I really do enjoy your humor,

but we're not changing anything.

Good to know.

I get it.

You miss Sharon Goodwin.

Oh, Sharon Goodwin's coming back.

Of course.

Taking this deal not only provides you

with a sizable payout, it also means Gaffney

would not seek criminal charges,

thereby avoiding a permanent and damaging stain

on your otherwise impeccable record.

It also means you'd be free to pursue employment

in the same capacity elsewhere, with nothing

but the highest recommendation from Gaffney.

As I have said many times over the last month,

I did not leak Dr. Rabari's medical records

in violation of HIPAA.

I have evidence showing otherwise.

And you've been saying that for months.

So let's see this evidence, and let's see it right now.

-Show our hand before trial? -I don't think so.

But I can promise you that it will leave you in disgrace.

You want me gone, and clearly you're willing to pay for it.

But what I still can't figure out is why,

because you have never had an issue with my work ethic.

So could it be because of my age,

-or because I'm Black? -Sharon.

You have 36 hours

to cool off and be smart.

Time's up, Sharon.

Can you take the UTI in Treatment 5?

If we can keep a steady pace over the next hour,

we might just have a shot at catching up.

-Do not jinx it. -Oh, yeah, right.

June bug alert.

-Surprise. -Mabel.

How mad would you be if I actually ate these cheeks?

-Do you wanna? -Yes!

What brings you in, Dr. Asher?

Oh, well, Dean is pulling a double,

so I brought him fresh coffee and food.

So does that mean you and Dr. Archer are living in sin?

Oh, no, no, no. That's rude.

Treatment 5 is waiting. Come on.

Thank you. But seriously, what's the deal?

We are co-parenting at my condo.

Oh, with benefits?

I have no energy for benefits, Doris.

Car just pulled up.

30-year-old female with multiple GSWs.

-I jinxed it. -Okay. Bye, baby.

-Oh, nugget. -Say bye-bye.

Hey, Mabel's okay?

Yeah, Mabel's great.

We're great.

Talk to me, Dr. Wu.

Shots fired inside church during patient's wedding.

-Okay, I got you. -Trauma 3.

This is horrible.

Two GSWs through and through on the right shoulder.

Wound in the abdomen. I didn't see another hole.

-Please don't let me die. -You're at the hospital.

We're gonna take good care of you.

All right, let's go. Come on, let's go.

Your wife have any medical history?

Take any meds?

-Got any allergies? -No clue.

I'm just the best man.

How many other shooting victims are there?

Maybe two dozen?

Some guy rushed in with a semiautomatic,

sprayed bullets everywhere.

I don't know how I didn't get hit.

I drove Tamar here.

I was scared she was gonna die waiting for an ambulance.

You did good.

Did good. Dr. Wu?

-I got this. -All right. Come with me.

Come on. Brian?

Come on, go with Brian.

Down there.

Doris, we've got a...

-Mass shooting, I know. -Brick's blowing up.

At least a dozen guests are en route by ambulance.

Who knows who's gonna show up on their own?

Okay. Let's go.

I can still hear the scream.

Court, Trauma 2.

-Is that Tamar? -Sutton Pollard, 32 years old.

GSW to the left chest.

Needle decompress for decreased breath sounds.

-BP 95/60. -Heart rate 120.

I gave her a liter of crystalloid

for hypotension en route.

-Pulse ox is 86. -Skin's clammy and pale.

She's already lost a liter or two of blood.

Dr. Archer, Dr. Charles is running triage.

Dr. Tanaka-Reed is moments away,

and I left a voicemail with Dr. Johnson.

Get every available body you can find.

Yeah.

That's a beautiful dress.

-It's gorgeous. -I just pushed fentanyl.

-Want me to call for MTP? -Yes.

Breath sounds bilateral.

Lung sliding present bilateral.

No pericardial effusion.

I don't see any free fluid in the upper abdomen.

Well, then where the hell did the bullet go?

There it is.

It's in the uterus.

Oh.

She's eating for two.

-Get Hannah here now. -Yeah.

-Evie, Trauma 1. -How about a doctor?

-Doctor in the house. -Talk to me.

Alyssa Garcia's 22.

She tripped while trying to escape the gunman

and got trampled by everyone behind her.

BP 129/77.

Decreased breath sounds on the left.

Pulse ox 86.

I feel like I can't catch my breath.

I gave her 50 mics of fentanyl on the rig.

Please, please make the pain stop.

It barely made a dent.

I promise we'll manage your pain, Alyssa.

Uh, Kacy, push one of Dilaudid and get an X-ray tech in here.

Roger that.

Dr. Tanaka-Reed, your backpack.

I got the first MTP pack.

She, unfortunately, never got that far.

She bled out once we released the hemothorax.

Time of death 13:17.

The bullet lodged in the uterine lining

and missed the fetus by a centimeter.

Baby's moving.

She's about 23 weeks.

I told Dr. Archer it was 23 weeks,

but he swore it was 24 weeks.

-Oh, well, we're right. -He's wrong.

Oh.

Okay, so the plan should be C-section to deliver the baby

and remove the bullet at the same time, right?

We don't wanna tempt the Grim Reaper

with a nasty infection?

Delivering early is a big risk,

so we wanna order a CT of the abdomen

to ensure that the bullet didn't hit anything

other than the uterus.

Then we can make an informed decision.

You are pretty badass, Dr. Asher.

Well, thank you.

I think we're good here, Dr. Wu.

I'm sure Doris needs you somewhere.

Uh-huh. Get lost.

I'm going, I'm going.

-Who was that? -I like her.

Oh, Annie Wu.

Fourth-year.

Smart, cocky, total pain in the ass.

Yeah, I'm familiar with the type.

Ha. Thanks for your help.

So who's doing the surgery?

Well, I'm waiting for Dr. Lovell to call,

but as you can see, I'm a tad bit slammed.

Well, I could do it.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Let's get Tamar up to scan.

Dr. Frost.

Dakota Cross, 8, struck her head on a church pew

as her mom shoved her under to protect her from the shooter.

Okay, Treatment 4.

Mommy told me to close my eyes and keep them closed.

Likely concussion, stable vitals.

BP, 110/65.

Heart rate 75. Pulse ox is 99.

Dakota, we're gonna move you over to the bed, okay?

-One, two, three. -Okay.

Hey, Dakota, I'm Dr. Frost.

Are you feeling dizzy at all? Like you need to throw up?

-A little. -Can you help me find my mommy?

I don't know where she is.

What's her name?

Edith Janice Cross.

-Okay, we'll find her for you. -Are you her father?

No, I'm the wedding guitar player.

I found Dakota curled up under a pew.

-Bruno saved me. -Okay.

I'm going to remove your bandage

to take a look at your cut. You good with that?

All right.

Okay.

Looks worse than it is.

Head wounds bleed a lot, but it's clotting on its own,

so that's good.

Why is it still so dark?

Can you not see me right now?

I can't see anything.

-What's going on? -It's okay.

We'll take a look real quick.

All right, both pupils equal and reactive.

Let's get a CT head.

And can you page Dr. Abrams for a Neurosurg consult?

-Yeah. Right away. -Why can't I see?

Dakota, we're right here with you, okay?

And we're gonna figure this out.

But right now, what I want you to do for me is just imagine

your mom's face in your mind.

-Can you do that? -Okay.

Okay. Breathe.

Bruno, I'd like Dr. Ripley to take a look at your neck wound.

-Yeah. -Okay.

You promise to come back, Bruno?

Hey, yeah.

I pinky swear.

We'll be right back, Dakota.

I wish you could be just a little more helpful.

I'm literally trying to help you.

What seems to be the problem?

Mrs. Sutherland is frustrated.

The news says that nine of the shooting victims

have been pronounced dead, yet no one can seem

to tell me the hell where my son is.

I completely understand your frustration, Mrs. Sutherland.

I'm Dr. Charles. What is your son's name?

Dexter.

Dexter Sutherland, and he is the groom.

You know, I haven't seen that name yet.

Could have been taken to another hospital though.

-Or he could be dead. -Let's not go there yet.

All right? Why don't you let me see what I can find out.

And then as soon as I know anything,

I'll get back to you, okay? I promise.

That would be great.

-Where am I? -What's happening?

Hey, hey, hey, you are safe, Tamar.

I am Dr. Asher. You are at Gaffney Chicago Med.

-Lean back. -I... I don't understand.

You were shot at the wedding.

-Do you not remember that? -Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No.

No, I... I'm pregnant.

I already know about your baby.

You have to check and make sure my baby's okay.

-Did the bullet... -No, it completely missed her.

And she's looking great on the ultrasound right now.

What do you mean by "right now"?

Your CT did show some free fluid in your abdomen,

which means we'll need to perform a laparotomy

to make sure that the bullet didn't hit a loop of intestine

before lodging in your uterus.

-So I need surgery? -You do.

Is my baby gonna be all right?

I am very hopeful that she will be.

-Wait, what about Dexter? -Who?

-My fiancé, Dexter Sutherland. -Is he okay?

I have not heard that name, but some patients

were delivered to East Mercy,

so I will keep an eye out for him.

-Oh, my God, what if... -what if he's...

Hey, hey, listen to me, Tamar.

There's a lot of confusion right now,

so let's not draw any conclusions yet, okay?

-Why did he do this to me? -Why did who do this?

Henry.

I... I always knew he'd had a temper.

I... I didn't think he was capable of anything like this.

Wait, are you telling me that you know who the shooter is?

Well, don't the police already know?

Not yet.

Who's Henry?

He's my ex-boyfriend.

His name is Henry Cyrus Murphy.

We met in college, dated for six years.

He was my first love.

But over time, he became increasingly possessive.

Eventually, I had to break it off.

How did he take that?

He couldn't accept it.

Tried to worm his way back into my life

until I told him I was engaged.

I thought he'd finally moved on.

I was wrong.

And now people have paid for it with their lives.

No, no, no.

Tamar, you can't put that on yourself.

That's...

Why don't we take a break?

Have you heard from Dexter?

No.

His phone is turned off.

And I'm still waiting to hear if he's at East Mercy,

but we should know soon.

While I was waiting for the wedding to start, I...

I heard a commotion, so I ran out,

and Henry started firing at people.

I didn't see Dexter anywhere.

Oh, my God.

-Okay, why don't... -why don't you step out

so Tamar and I can discuss her treatment options privately?

Is that what you want, Tamar?

You can stay, but...

You should know I'm pregnant.

Oh.

How far along?

23 weeks.

I can't believe Dexter didn't tell me.

Well, he didn't know either.

But I wanna tell him myself.

Okay?

Tamar, before we begin surgery,

you need to make a decision about whether to deliver

your baby and remove the bullet while I'm in there.

Do you think I should?

It's the safest course of action

to help prevent you from getting infected

-from the bullet. -I'm sorry.

Isn't delivering 17 weeks early a high risk for the baby?

Respiratory distress syndrome would be a major concern

amongst others, but while it is true

that the baby's lungs aren't yet fully developed,

steroids would help lower the pulmonary risk

of prematurity, which would actually

increase the odds of survival.

Tamar, what would you like to do?

I want my baby safe.

Let's deliver.

Look, Tamar, I know this...

I know this is a tough decision,

and I know you're scared, but you have to think

like a mother right now.

That means doing whatever you have to do

to protect your child.

Sometimes that means sacrifice.

I am thinking of my child...

my child.

Did you find my mommy?

Not yet, but I am on top of it.

I promise.

I'm here with Dr. Abrams from Neurosurgery.

Dakota, I'd like to do a quick eye exam,

if that's okay with you.

I guess, yeah.

I'm holding a striped drum in front of your eyes,

and it's gonna tell me how much light is getting in.

You're gonna hear it spin.

You just keep still and look straight ahead.

-You ready? -Ready.

Dakota's eyes are working normally.

She is functionally blind,

but that's purely a traumatic reaction.

I'll ask Dr. Charles to talk to her.

No, no, no.

Let's not put her through the talk torture machine just yet.

First, I'd like to try

transcranial magnetic stimulation.

It might provide the physical nudge

her brain needs to promote normal functioning.

And restore her vision.

You were very lucky today.

Another centimeter, and lights out, huh?

It can do a number on you.

I would like you to speak with our social worker.

Trust me, I am way past playing out

what-if scenarios in my head.

That's a very positive attitude.

Well, I should be dead ten times over.

I wasted decades... petty crime, grand theft auto, robbery,

you name it.

I've been there.

Really?

Just didn't see that coming.

Look at you now.

It took me a lot longer to quit that life,

you know, find some peace.

Peace is the hard part for me.

Can't shake the past?

No, it's just I see a lot of loss here.

That's the part that's getting harder to shake.

-Hi, there. -Daniel.

You know, I really think that we should talk.

I really do.

I told you, I need space right now.

I'm worried about you.

Look, you can't fix this.

So just leave it alone.

Have you found Dexter?

Not yet, unfortunately.

Just so terrified he's gone.

-No, no, no, no. -Hey, we don't know that yet.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

I know he's fine.

And... and he'd want this.

-Keep us safe. -He does. He does.

-Okay? -Mm-hmm.

-You ready? -Mm-hmm.

-Yeah. -All right.

Hi.

Any chance of discharging some of our patients

with minor injuries?

No, I'm not comfortable with that.

In a mass shooting scenario,

it's best to keep patients close for several hours

in the event that any missed injuries

-become life threatening, so... -Okay.

I'm just asking a question.

Or it sounds like Miranda's asking the questions.

Okay.

I see how it is easy for you to cast me as the enemy

in your internal drama, but trust me,

I care about our patients as much as you do.

Okay.

I just don't have the luxury of ignoring the bottom line.

And honestly, neither do you,

because a closed hospital helps no one.

-Hmm. -That sounds like fearmongering.

-Really? -Yeah.

Jackson Monroe closed two years ago.

Do you want Gaffney to be next?

Wow.

You and Ms. Sloan are already besties, I can see.

She's an amateur.

What can I say? I miss Sharon.

Tell me about it.

Daniel, what's going on?

What the hell happened to you two?

I wish I knew.

-What are you talking about? -You guys are actually besties.

Are you telling me that something...

Can you help me find my fiancée?

Mr. Sutherland.

Dexter, Dexter, oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Oh, I thought I'd lost you.

Where's Tamar?

She's in surgery, being treated

for a gunshot wound to the abdomen.

-Oh, my God. -Is she gonna be okay?

We're cautiously optimistic,

but Dr. Asher can give you the latest when you go up there.

Honey, I'll take you upstairs, okay?

I'm okay with that as long as you bring him

right back down here

so I can give him a quick once over.

Come on.

Did you notice that Dexter didn't even

-have a scratch on him? -I sure did.

Which has got me wondering,

I mean, if he hasn't been injured,

where the hell has he been for the last three hours?

So, are you ready, Dakota?

You worried about your mom?

I'm scared I'll never see her again.

Look, I know you are,

but you know what I've learned since becoming a doctor?

What?

Well, it's that you have to stay positive

until you're given a reason not to be.

Focus on hope, Dakota.

So now you're gonna feel like a tiny woodpecker

is lightly tapping on your head.

And that's only so it can send magnetic pulses

to your brain to encourage your eyes to work.

The machine is a little noisy.

You got this.

It's okay.

-Please make it stop! -I want my mommy!

-Where is she? -Dakota. Dakota.

If you wanna stop the test, I totally get it,

but I also think it might help you.

It made me hear the pops and screams again.

I know. I know.

But you're safe now, okay?

We should stop the test.

No.

Let's try again.

So, Dexter, thankfully, you are physically uninjured.

Look, I'm gonna be straight with you.

Nobody knows where you were for the last three hours.

Right? Your loved ones have been freaking out.

So do you mind me asking you where you've been,

what you were doing?

I wasn't there.

I don't understand.

What I'm saying is...

I never actually drove to the church.

Oh, okay.

I just...

Cold feet?

Yeah.

I turned my phone off, drove around.

I didn't know about the shooting

until I turned my phone back on later.

Any idea why you did that?

My father built a very successful plastics company.

When he died, Mom sold it for a fortune.

Tamar doesn't come from money,

so my mom became convinced

that she was looking for a soft landing.

Needless to say, you didn't agree.

Of course. Absolutely.

At least I thought I didn't.

But the moment that I realized Tamar might be dead...

I knew without a doubt how much I loved her

and how stupid I'd been.

Yeah, well, you know, crises also have a way

of kind of stripping away all the noise

and letting us know how we really feel about something,

you know, or someone.

Will she ever forgive me?

I mean, I wouldn't.

What can I do?

I mean, Dexter, there's really only

one thing you can do, right? You gotta talk to her.

Tell her you love her, and, uh, tell her the truth.

Bruno.

Hey, I got your discharge paperwork,

some dressings for your neck, and I called the prescriptions

-into your pharmacy. -Oh, thanks for that.

Oh, and I just gave my statement to Detective Cho.

Then you are good to go.

Nah, I think I'm gonna stick around for Dakota.

Dr. Frost says you're Dakota's guardian angel.

She's mine, truth be told.

Dakota is a sweet kid.

I just hope she forgets all about today.

She'll remember you.

That I'm sure of.

-Thanks again, Doc. -Yeah.

Bruno!

I wanna kill her.

-Ah! Ah! -What did you do?

Tamar stopped loving me.

Tamar?

So I shot everyone.

What the hell did you do?

-I can't hear breath sounds. -Yeah.

Broken ribs may have caused a pneumo.

Clavicle's broken too.

Gurney, now!

-All right, needle's in. -Okay, pulse ox at 91.

All right, needle is only temporary.

He needs a chest tube.

Can we get him some sedation to take the edge off?

Excellent plan.

Let's push 35 milligrams of ketamine.

Yeah, I'll grab it.

-Just let me die. -Don't tempt me.

Sorry... ish.

Can't breathe.

-Having trouble getting a BP. -Heart rate 140.

Pulse ox down to 84.

Mr. Murphy, did you take any illegal substances today?

Was it meth or cocaine, Henry?

No, nothing.

-He's lying. -Ketamine.

-It's coming, Dr. Ripley. -Come on.

Come on! Wait for the ketamine.

Come on. Wait.

Hang on!

I'm already in the chest.

Tube's in.

Breath sounds bilateral.

What the hell was that?

Pulse ox up to 95, hemodynamics improving.

He's alive, isn't he?

Hey, hey. Mitch, hey.

Did I hear right?

The wedding shooter crashed his car into the waiting room?

He came to finish what he started.

What, is he dead?

No, he, um, killed Bruno instead.

-I'm sorry. -What?

It was... it was quick.

I don't think... I don't think he knew what was coming.

How am I gonna tell Dakota?

John, it gets worse.

East Mercy located Dakota's mom, Edith.

Yeah, she was trampled. She was...

She didn't make it either.

Come on, man.

It's too cruel of a day for one eight-year-old girl.

Oh, it's too cruel of a day for anyone.

It's terrifying how many disturbed individuals

there are in this world.

Disturbed individuals?

Like Tamar?

She's pregnant, Dexter.

What?

She's got you on the hook now.

I tried to warn you,

but the baby is gonna be fine.

We are gonna raise it right.

I need you to leave, Mom.

I am not trying to be mean.

People take, and they often use the word "love"

when they do. I know, believe me.

It has happened to me.

I have done everything I can to protect you from that.

And now we have to protect the baby.

Dr. Wu.

-Annie. -Hey.

Sorry, what's up?

Did you deliberately make our patient suffer back there?

Um, no.

No, if I remember correctly, I was saving his life.

You didn't wait for the ketamine.

-Well, there wasn't time. -His sats were in the toilet.

I only needed five more seconds.

And his vitals were through the roof.

I mean, he could have stroked with a BP that high.

I made a call, and you ignored it.

That is unacceptable.

Do you understand me?

I would never do what you're accusing me of.

Do no harm, remember?

I don't believe you.

What is your deal?

You've been on a rampage all day.

You... you are out of line.

You know what I think?

I think you saw what you wanted to see.

I think you enjoyed seeing that POS in pain.

So own it.

Don't take it out on me.

I am your attending.

Don't ever talk to me that way again.

Hey, I've got great news, Tamar.

The baby is doing okay.

Everything went well.

Now, it did get a little dicey,

but I was able to pivot, remove the bullet,

and keep your baby in the womb.

So now I can carry to term?

If the next few days go okay,

then we should be in a good place.

Thank you, Dr. Asher.

You did great through all of this.

-Tamar. -Oh, my God.

Dexter?

Where have you been?

-Are you really here? -I'm really here.

Oh, Dex, so many of our friends were hurt,

and some are...

I know, Tamar. I know.

But Henry is in custody,

and our baby is okay.

She told you about the baby?

Birdie ruins everything.

Tamar, there's something I have to tell you.

I wasn't at the church today.

I don't understand.

I wasn't sure about us.

You weren't sure about marrying me?

Oh.

You let her get in your head.

Maybe you're more like her than you want to admit.

I hope that's not true.

I'm sorry. I messed up.

You did mess up.

Can you ever forgive me?

Dr. Asher, aren't visitors family only?

That's correct.

You heard her.

Family only.

Dakota.

Hey, it's Dr. Frost.

Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about.

What's wrong?

Is it about my mom?

Dr. Frost, hang on.

I got Dakota's mom on FaceTime.

Mommy?

-What do you mean? -Mix-up.

There was another patient with the last name Cross

at East Mercy.

I'm here, Dakota.

And I am just so incredibly relieved to see you.

I was so scared I lost you, Mommy.

Same here, sweetheart.

I am so sorry we got separated.

-It's okay. -My friend Bruno carried me out.

We rode in the ambulance together.

Dr. Ripley told me about Bruno.

Dr. Frost, can you find Bruno

so he can meet my mommy now?

Dakota...

Sweetie, Dr. Ripley says Bruno has already gone home.

But I didn't get to say goodbye.

Dr. Frost...

will you please call Bruno

and tell him thank you for saving my little goose?

We owe him the world.

Uh, yeah. Of course I will.

So when can I see you, Mommy?

Soon.

Oh, excuse me.

-Hey. -Hey.

How's our girl?

I think she's doing good.

The L&D nurses took turns watching her,

which was very, very sweet of them.

Yeah.

Well, you picked a hell of a day to plan a visit.

Yeah.

Today was a whirlwind.

It made me realize just how much I miss my job.

Three more weeks, and then you're back here.

No, I...

I think I'm back-back.

Well, I'm glad for that.

Hey.

Hey, will everybody gather around, please?

I wanna say a few words.

Listen, everybody did outstanding work today.

12 people sadly lost their lives,

but there would have been a lot more if not for the people

standing here in this room.

So I wanna say that I'm proud to work by your side.

Shall we say a prayer?

Actually, I'd like to take a moment of silence

to remember and reflect on those patients

who didn't make it.

We... we owe them that.

Okay, thanks. Thank you.

I can't stop playing it over in my head.

Bruno was alive, and then he was gone.

And you're wondering why it was him and not you.

I'm wondering why a guy survives

a mass shooting only to be run over by the shooter

a few hours later.

There is no why.

It just was.

And even though he'd been grazed by a bullet,

he still made sure he got an injured eight-year-old girl

-to the hospital safely. -Mitch.

What?

It's okay to be happy that you're still alive.

I'm happy we're both still alive, Caitlin.

And I hope we will be for a long time,

but even if we're not,

we still have right now.

Yeah, we have right now.

But, you know, if you had died,

then I would be single in Zurich

during my three-month sabbatical to visit family.

You mean your prion drug trial?

Details.

I mean, either way, I'd still be coping with grief.

Yeah, no doubt drowning in meaningless sex with strangers.

Only because I miss you so much.

Nope, not funny.

I mean, it's a little funny, right?

I think if today taught me anything, it's...

it's that I could die long before you.

I mean, we keep assuming the opposite,

but life is...

it's so much more fragile than that, isn't it?

You really need to stop co-opting my existential angst

'cause that's my thing,

and I want you to get your own thing, Mitch.

You know, if we were the kind of couple

that said "I love you" a lot...

I'd probably say it now.

Good thing we're not that kind of couple.

It's gross.

Doris.

Is everything okay?

Um, please don't take Miranda's deal.

How did you know?

It was me, Ms. Goodwin.

It was you what?

I leaked Dr. Rabari's medical file.