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Piotrek!

Piotrek! Open up!

- Piotrek! - Coming!

Coming!

- Quickly! He's bleeding out! - Kitchen!

There was an ambush, they had machetes!

And you brought him here, you moron?!

Press on it.

ER

- Thank you, doctor. - Good luck.

Thank you.

See?

Full moon my ass.

- Don't sit in it! - Why?

That's also bad luck.

- Basia, it's just superstition. - Get off.

Irenka, remember to get those blood results.

Sure.

- What's this? No work? - Waiting for disaster.

- Because I sat in a wheelchair. - Tell her.

Don't do that.

The last green one.

- Get off. - Fine!

My son is feeling faint. He's dozing off.

- Any other symptoms? Dizziness? - Maciuś?

He hasn't eaten since morning.

I fried him pancakes - nothing.

Won't touch żurek or apple pie, and he loves them.

That's a problem for your primary care physician, not the ER.

But okay, I'll examine you.

Come on, Maciuś.

- Please, go to the waiting room. - Can't mommy stay?

Maciuś is a very smart child, but a bit slow. May I?

Alright.

And here. They got him here, too.

Open pneumothorax. Scissors, tape, foil.

The drawer behind you.

- This one?! - The other one.

- Come on! - It wasn't fair, they had machetes!

I don't care! That's done. I've served my time.

- Didn't even call your brother! - Because of shit like this!

Call an ambulance.

I can't, he's wanted!

He'll be dead if you don't!

- Piotruś? - Don't move!

- Piotruś... - Hold him, Jaca.

- Save my hand. - I'm trying...

- Can you sew it back on? - Yes, it'll be fine.

- Promise. - I promise.

- Where is it? - What?!

- Where's the hand?! - Back there, I didn't have time to look.

- What's wrong? - Let him go.

He's stopped. Call an ambulance!

Motyl...

Fucking hell!

Fuck...

- Call an ambulance! - I'm calling.

He's been weak for days.

His arms and legs hurt.

I made him chicken soup, but it didn't help.

Bone ache? Could be an infection.

Attention, everyone! Bus crash, multiple injured.

We have at least 5 ambulances incoming.

Can you put this away?

What are you staring at? Examine the patient and get to work!

Are you waiting for an invitation?

Go!

I'll check your pressure first.

Give it here for a moment.

We'll check your saturation

and temperature, too.

Temperature is fine.

So is saturation. So it’s probably not an infection.

So why is he so faint and dizzy?

We’ll see. Pressure's fine.

I’ll take some blood. Please lie down.

Legs...

It's okay, Maciuś...

What’s going on?

- What is this? - Nothing, he got a boil.

I’ve rubbed it with cabbage leaves, onion skins, and acacia honey.

- How long have you had this? - Not long.

Stop joking around. How long?

Tell her, Maciuś.

Half a year... maybe a year.

But mommy’s treating it.

So you ignore a festering wound,

but come here because you lost your appetite?

It’s just a boil.

Fine.

I’ll clean it, bandage it, and get you a consult.

Get down.

- You were in the accident? - What accident? No.

Amputated hand, penetrating chest injury.

Cardiac arrest due to shock. We need to fill the wound bed.

He got one unit of adrenaline, 1 l of liquids, magnesium, sedatives.

Rafcio, stop yawning. Go. I’ll pop in when I have time.

Woman in her 30s,

no chronic illnesses, open fracture of the fibula and the shin bone.

Ola, Kasia, to Yellow, the open fracture.

Hello...

Katarzyna Zawadzka, we’ll be with you in a second.

Craniofacial injury, multiple fractures, and something with his eyes.

He got Paracetamol, crystalloids, and TXA.

- Why not Vitamin C? - Andrzej...

Five of morphine and get a CT of his skull.

- I’ll call them. - 50 y/o.

Penetrating stomach injury, on liquids and morphine.

I feel like I’m birthing an alien.

Alien? Wojtuś, you're up.

- Where? - Wojtuś, Yellow!

- Okay, I'll be right there. - Oh God.

- Thanks. - Wojtek! Focus!

Flat line, he’s stopped again.

Tube in, central line installed.

If you’re bored, man the ultrasound.

Come on, Motyl.

Come on.

Blood for the lab.

- Where's the consult? - Coming.

Time moves differently upstairs.

You’ll have to wait in the hallway.

- We need this space. - Slowly...

Here.

Do you need anything?

Bartek, hold it!

Stay calm, Wojtek.

- How are you feeling? - Help me.

I don’t want to die.

The wound opened when I took off the dressing.

Don’t move, sir. Let’s dress this and get him to surgery.

- Everything's going to be okay. - Yeah.

Bleeding has been stopped. Vitals?

101 over 67, pulse at 71.

You and Piotr were an item?

That's ancient history.

- Saturation? - 98.

It's no coincidence that he’s here though...

Don’t ask me.

Is he up for grabs?

Be my guest. Just get this patient to surgery.

I’m done.

- What this, a cutout? - As long as it works.

Motyl?

It's a long story.

Thought you were done. Haven’t you had enough?

Take off the dressing.

Cardiac tamponade. He needs pericardiocentesis.

Starting compressions.

No, I can’t do this.

- Who’s the gas passer? - I intubate and anesthetize.

I’d have to drive a needle

exactly between his pericardial sac and his heart.

Fine, I’ll do it. You're on ultrasound.

Can you do it?

You figure out what to tell the cops.

- I’m just helping him. - I don't care anymore.

Status?

Bilateral globe luxation,

type I, II, and III Le Fort fractures with a cracked palate,

nasal bone and orbital floor fractures,

both mandibular condyles in pieces.

Floating face.

The good news is: no indication of intracranial trauma.

- That’s the good news. - And the bad news? There’s always some.

He’ll need comprehensive facial reconstruction surgery.

I’m asking about his eyes.

Plenty of time for facial reconstruction,

but we should relieve the pressure on the optic nerve right away.

Globe repositioning?

- It’s risky. - But necessary.

Give him more Propofol. He should sleep through this.

Fentanyl and antibiotics in.

Liquids started. Let’s go.

They’ll stitch you up soon.

Sorry for releasing the alien.

What’s going on, doctor?

- What’s all this mess? - I’m sorry.

Alright, slowly.

- Going in. - Okay.

Slowly. Good.

Careful now.

You’re in the pericardial sac.

Got a pulse.

He’s back.

Okay.

Where’s his hand?

Will he see again?

- We’ll see. - Andrzej...

All patients are off. The worst of it is over, I think.

Don’t jinx it.

Blunt chest trauma. Massive bleeding into the peritoneum.

Cardiac arrest five minutes ago.

Basia, call a thoracic surgeon.

Two units of blood and off she goes.

I'll put it in.

Why a chest surgeon If it’s leaking into her stomach?

- Let’s go. - ER, I need a thoracic surgeon.

I've had it with you!

- Who will explain? - The surgeon's waiting.

Zuza.

If the type of injury is confirmed, we need to clip the descending aorta.

Who wants a displaced nasal fracture?

Me!

- I’ve sent you the x-ray. - Thanks.

Hi, I’m Ola, I’ll be taking care of you.

Eyebrow arch needs stitches!

Go to Yellow.

Basia, get me a tamponade and a kidney dish, please.

Poor thing.

When Maciuś crashed on a tricycle,

I used a tissue...

No, no! Thank you.

Please, go sit with your son, I'll take care of this.

- Here. - Thank you.

Thanks.

Ok, hold this.

- Why, if it's no longer bleeding? - But it's going to.

On three, okay?

One...

- Two... - Jesus Christ!

Calm down, don't panic.

I have two older brothers. Boxers.

Ok, who's next?

We're waiting for the other lady.

It's okay, Maciuś.

Basia, dress it?

He's stopped again. Flat line.

1 milligram of adrenaline.

Stop.

Tamponade again.

- The blade must have nicked the heart. - Starting compressions.

Thoracic surgeon's busy, Andrzej was faster. Repeating pericardio.

We'll open him here. There's no time.

Take over. One, two, three.

Piotrek, we can't do this without a specialist.

- He is one. - An anesthesiologist, not a surgeon.

We'll do an emergency thoracotomy. He'll be dead by the time they arrive.

Have you ever done it?

Yeah, once.

In anatomy class.

I'll put some in the other one.

- Can you finish this for me? - Sure.

Please, sit down here.

You're also from the crash?

Yes.

But I'm fine. I took a taxi.

You don't speak too well.

I got something stuck...

Try to cough it out.

I did...

I'll help.

Maciuś had that once.

Oh gosh...

Don't look, Maciuś.

What happened?

He can't breathe, Wojtek.

Open wide, please.

Cutting through the intercostal muscles.

Wait.

Turn the ventilator off.

Now you won't damage his lungs.

Thanks.

What are you doing?

A thoracotomy? Who gave you permission?

I was against.

- I did. - That's not true. It was my idea.

Then he better live.

You've cut him open, what are you waiting for?

Rib spreader, and go.

Almost there.

Got it.

It's okay. You can breathe again.

Let me check...

Clear.

What is this?

An e-cigarette mouthpiece?

Right,

I was taking a hit when we crashed.

It's a fatal addiction.

Aspiration into the trachea.

When you patted him, it clogged his airways.

So...

I saved his life?

Female, 30. Last meal was 3 hours ago.

Bruised ribs and twisted ankle joint.

This is the medical service driveway!

This is a medical service!

This is Motyl's!

Looks human. Are you alright?

- Yes, I am. - Great. Do you have the rest?

- The rest is already here. - Slowly!

Lady, I don't have time for slowly!

Piotr! Hajduk! My brother!

- He told me to come here! - This is getting interesting.

- You, go to radiology. - Let's go.

I see a hole in the lateral wall.

- Let's sew it up. - Taking over.

Taking over.

Checking status.

Still asystolic. Giving him more adrenaline.

The bleeding's stopped.

- I have a piece of your puzzle. - We can clean it up, right?

- Jaca, get out of here! - Kaśka?!

- So you two... - Jacek!

- Stop! - Get out!

- You can't be here. Come on. - Okay.

- Kaśka, save him! - Get the hell out.

- Save him! - And move that car. Bye!

Is that his hand?

- Yes. - Rinse it, but don't scrub.

Put it in a bag with cold water, and put the bag on ice.

Got it.

I'm sorry.

Jaca?

Really? Who next? Escobar?

Still asystolic.

Starting compressions.

The important part is the jowl.

Without that, it's not pâté.

- And lots of nutmeg. - Thank you.

Sadly, I don't have time to cook.

- That's too bad. - Is your son asleep?

Let him get some rest from that phone.

- Maybe I should check? - But you need to buy the jowl...

Radiology's free!

Thank you. Excuse me. I'll help!

Ventricular fibrillation.

Twenty joules.

- Ready? - Yes.

Clear!

- Sinus rhythm restored. - Finally.

Kasia, call surgery.

And don't let this happen again. I'm responsible for everything here.

What's your status?

Surgery's on standby.

Who is that man?

Who is it?

Who do I fire, and who do I suspend?

You? What's going on here?

If there's a review... a resident doing this...

Pray that this man lives.

Hey.

The transport team will be here soon.

I need help!

Wojtek, get a stretcher.

No pulse, he's not breathing.

Okay.

- What happened? - He's stopped.

Get him to the treatment room.

One, two, three!

Ola, prep no. 7.

Status?

Asystolie. 1 mg of adrenaline.

I see the cords.

Checking...

The tube is in.

Still no pulse.

Status?

No change.

No pupillary response.

No pain response.

Glasgow 3.

- Stop resuscitation. - No.

No.

- Zuza, he's dead. - He was stable. He'll bounce back.

He died in that chair.

No, that's impossible.

I left him for just a moment.

I was just escorting a patient.

I'm very sorry, Zuza.

You need to talk to his mother.

Wojtek, flashlight!

I grabbed this for Maciuś, he needs to eat.

And he loves kefir.

I can feed him this, right?

Ma'am...

Where's Maciuś?

We tried, but unfortunately we failed.

I saw a picture of your son's blemish.

It's clearly a sarcoma.

Stage IV, which means that it had spread.

Those bone aches you mentioned,

it was probably cancer.

May I see him?

Yes.

I'm so sorry.

Maciuś. My son...

I'm sorry. It's my fault.

I sat him down and told him to wait. To die.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - It's not your fault.

It's not.

He didn't stand a chance.

That's what happens when you ignore cancer.

Right, Zuza?

Don't you have enough problems?

Why not wave a machete around?

He looked like a corpse, ok?

Are you sure they'll sew his hand back on?

Only death is certain.

How nice that you care about your friend.

Are you guys a couple?

What?

Who do you take me for?

I don't know.

But I'd love to find out.

Your place or mine?

Okay.

Bye.

- Hey. - Hey.

Thanks.

Hello.

Thanks for staying.

It helped.

Let me.

I washed my hands.

What now?

Breakfast at that new bistro?

Turkish eggs?

Green tea?

Oh...

Sorry, I've got to go.

Hey, babe.

Yes, I'm done.

I'll be back soon.

Bye.

7 YEARS EARLIER

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