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As of 11 o'clock this morning, I have submitted

my resignation as acting CEO of this hospital...

- Any comment? - I just want to get back to doing my job

and being there for my patients 110%.

I almost blinded that young man.

I need someone to walk with me.

- Where? - Rehab.

That Queens' game, that insane tackle...

... I walked away, the other guy didn't.

- He doesn't walk at all anymore. - Damn.

I quit football because I wanted to be a nurse.

I don't want to hurt people anymore. I wanna help 'em.

- I broke up with my boyfriend. - Wait, you had a boyfriend?!

We all really need to talk more.

Are you Nazneen? Are you Nazneen Khan?

My family is crazy wealthy. I never learned to make a bed

or change anything other than myself.

I charmed my classmates into doing that stuff

for me in school, and I got Red to do it now

because... I never learned how.

- This is happening, isn't it? - Yeah, it is.

And the truth is we're all sinners,

but you're still the daughter that I raised.

So all of this shame,

this feeling that deep down no matter what I do,

there is something wrong with me for who I love,

that's your voice in my head, Mom.

It doesn't belong to me.

I had leukemia as a kid. I take

this expensive medication I can't afford.

Sounds like you're looking for a way to make some extra cash.

I'm in.

A hospital is a battlefield.

We're fighting for attention.

We're fighting for resources.

- Sorry. - We're fighting for more time.

We're fighting to save lives.

- Go! - Sometimes, even our own.

And we just have to hope

the fight will bring out the best in us.

Nurse!

Ma'am, are you lost?

Come, come with me!

- Grace, you're... - I'm not late!

Meeting our new boss today.

I know, and I'm gonna make a good first impression... ish.

- Do you want us to wait? - No, go!

Go, go, go! I'm coming!

Ready to meet the new boss?

Did you iron your scrubs today?

Damn right I did. I've been intern charge nurse

long enough; today's the day I make it permanent.

A lot of people gunning for that job, Damien.

Yeah, they want it, but I'm gonna get it.

You left a crease in the back, big guy.

Oh, Wolf, I got a problem.

Is that... is that why you're in disguise?

Ah, I was out last night with some nurses from South General.

So you're still rebounding from the Banks breakup?

I'm not rebounding, I'm rebranding.

- I don't know what that means. - Point is I lost my phone

on the way home last night, but before I did,

I think I called someone.

I guess I was feeling a little lonely.

Dude, did you drunk dial someone?

I don't know because I lost my phone.

And whoever it was, I think I...

I said a lot, but I don't remember what.

Okay. All right. Run me through the options.

Okay. Option one, Banks.

Or my old girlfriend Tasha from high school.

Maybe one of the South Gen nurses.

Look, I need to do damage control,

and I need my phone back so I can figure out who.

- Who what? - Uh, uh, nothing.

Forget about it. What do we know about this new boss?

They say Kate Faulkner completely turned

- St. Christopher's around. - Uh, if by turn it around,

you mean laid off half the nursing staff.

I heard she's one mean "motherFaulkner".

Oh, hello. Hi.

We all here?

My name is Kate Faulkner.

My area of expertise is failing medical institutions.

If I'm here, this hospital is in trouble,

your jobs are in trouble, worst of all,

our patients are in trouble.

We're breaking all the wrong records here: patients' falls,

post-op infections, wastage.

I'm here to figure what or who isn't working.

Oh, hello.

Thanks for joining us, Nurse... Knight.

Hi. Yeah. Sorry.

In light of the recent scandals,

I'm here to change the St. Marie's image,

and, if necessary, to change up the staff roster.

There are vacant positions that still need to be filled.

Charge nurse for example.

When I see someone qualified enough to fill

Nurse O'Rourke's shoes, I'll make myself heard. Okay?

So who's gonna handle scheduling?

For now, shift assignments will be posted on the big board.

They're a fact, not a negotiation.

My door is always open.

Please come to me with problems before they become disasters.

For now, there's coffee and pastries over there.

My treat.

I looked at the board already. I'm in Cardiology today.

- That's a good sign, right? - There's just no way

I'll last one day with her in charge.

I may as well go down eating free pastries.

Why don't you look worried?

Even if the worst happens, I have a cushion.

- I'll be fine. - What's it like to be... ?

Well, not the best first impression,

not the worst. Have you checked the board?

Yeah. She put me in Palliative.

- Dude, I need some action today. - Ash, you heard her, do not try

- and change your shift. - She doesn't intimidate me.

Hey. Could we get a little help? She needs some attention here.

I'll be right with you and your mother in a sec,

- so just sit tight. - It's not my mother.

- Good morning, Dr. Turcotte. - I heard you got

- a new boss today. - Mm-hmm.

- That good, huh? - Ugh, it just needed to be

a sane day, a day where I just fly under the radar,

a day where I can just deal with the little things.

Like the cute guy and his mom.

Female, 42, gunshot wounds to the abdomen.

Draw some type. Pain, blood. I'm hovering hers.

- Nurse Knight. - Pressure. I've got her!

- Got your text, what's up? - I spoke to Marky

last night like you asked,

and to my great surprise, he's willing

to consider an exit strategy for you.

- So I could be out? - It's not that simple.

You gotta pay your way out. I mean, this isn't

a type of thing you can just walk away from, Wolfie.

These guys, you don't want to make them your enemy, okay?

Mark's got a guy at a drug company who...

mislabels vials of morphine.

They're coming in to St. Marie's in a shipment today,

and the thing is, it's not even on the manifest.

A few concerns just off the top of my head.

First off, you want me to steal a shipment of morphine

from the hospital that I work at?!

Do you have any idea what could happen to me?

How is it stealing if the thing doesn't even exist?

Look, man, it's totally, totally safe. You go in,

you move a box from one place to another, that's it.

- I do this, my debt is paid? - Wolfie,

it's a good deal, okay? You should take it.

You do this one little thing, okay?

You do this one little thing, and then you and me,

we're done with each other.

Meet me at Receiving in an hour.

Wolf...

- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -

I'm just gonna take a look at this.

- I don't... I don't feel good. - You might feel a little pain.

You're gonna be okay. Can you tell me

your name and your birthday?

Yeah. Shelby Forson.

April 15th, uh, 1977.

Can you tell me what happened today, Shelby?

I was working at the shelter, and, um

Lisa's husband, he... he found... found her.

And somehow he got inside.

But I kept her safe, right?

The police have the shooter. They said everyone else is okay.

- Okay. - They told us that you saved lives today,

- now it's our turn to save yours. - Thank you.

We're giving her the last Fiorinal.

but there's more coming.

I'm passing her off to a surgical team now.

- Can you stay with her? - Oh, short-staffed in the ER.

I'll check on her when she's in recovery.

What are her chances?

Even if they stop the bleeding and repair the destruction

from those bullets, still not good.

- Nurse Collins. Hello. - You... already know my name.

I've read the records of every nurse at St. Marie's.

I know more than your name.

I wanted to talk to you about my shift.

I want to spend more time in the OR.

Look, give me a shot.

I will show you I'm one of the best nurses here.

You're not getting in the OR today, Nurse Collins,

but if it's a challenge you're looking for,

I just caught a patient transfer.

Quite a medical mystery this one.

It's all yours if you're up to it,

and I'll ship Wolf off to Palliative.

For sure. I'm game. Thank you.

Thanks.

Oh, hey there! Nurse Ashley Collins,

hold up a sec! I'm taking a poll.

Do you like salad?

Uh, green, yes. Potato, no.

Why? Why is this important to you, Candy?

Oh, well, me and some of the other staff do

this fun thing on Thursdays.

We each bring in a salad,

and then we share them all for lunch.

- And we call it Salad Club. - Cool. I got a patient.

Oh! Well, um, you know, I just wanted

to invite you to come. You don't have to bring anything

your first time. There's six of us

and there's six salads to choose from, so...

Six total strangers preparing food?

- Yeah. - That's like playing

Russian roulette with salmonella bullets, Candy.

Please, just tell me you'll come.

I've been having a hard time recruiting new peeps,

but it really is a great time.

Oh, I'm sure. It's just I...

I-I... I have so many food allergies,

so I... I think I'll pass.

Okay. Well, I am sorry to hear that.

But I hope you have a good shift.

Uh... Wait, I mean... the best shift!

- Uh-huh. - Yeah.

- You too. - Thank you.

Daisy!

Missed you on morning meeting.

Heard Damien fell flat on his face

- trying to kiss the ring. - Yeah,

he might have overstepped a little.

Personally, I'd think you'd make a great charge nurse.

- So smart. - You're just gonna keep kissing

asses 'til you get the right one?

Your assignments. Two post-op cardiac patients

that need to get moving today. I want them both

to do a lap around the ward on foot.

Crucial to recovery. I got it. Hey, I left

this desk extension with a few places

I might have lost my phone. If they call,

could you page me on the intercom?

Sorry, Keon. You mean the intercom we use

for babies in cardiac arrest and stuff? That intercom?

Please?

I'll see what I can do.

Lance, yeah. No.

The hearing is tomorrow, Lance.

You need to have all those documents printed today.

- I'm dumping you. - Ahem! Excuse me?

- Marie? Excuse me, David? - I'll call you back.

- I'm Keon, I'll be your nurse today. - Yeah, can you tell me

why I'm still in this co-gendered room? No offence.

We did get your request, but I'm afraid space is tight.

- I'm on the waiting list for a private. - Yeah.

- Join the club, hon. - Okay, let's just focus

on the main goal here, which is getting you up and moving

towards recovery, because hearts will be healed today.

Our challenge? One lap around the most beautiful floor

of St. Marie's Hospital, the cardiac ward.

I'll be your coach, I'll be your co-pilot when you kick...

- ... this floor's ass. - Hey, Lance. Yeah.

No, it's nothing.

Yeah. Did you do it? Yes.

Does anybody work here?!

- Uh... - Ask me how I'm feeling,

and the next one will be full.

"Lenny Goldman", I'm Ashley.

- I'll be your nurse today. - No, you'll be my nurse

until I demand a new one or you walk out in tears.

Mr. Goldman, I'm gonna have to ask you

- to be respectful. - Oh!

Show me someone worthy of my respect,

and I'll consider it!

We have a zero tolerance policy...

Save it for the sharing circle.

I'm constipated and everything hurts,

so stop your jabbering and fix me!

Let's get you up to Imaging.

At 1:30,

exactly 1:30,

the main receiving clerk is gonna give all the loaders

a break and go for coffee. So the receiving bay,

it's gonna be... it's gonna be totally empty.

And I'll park a linen cart to block this hallway cam.

- I don't know about this, Red. - There's gonna be

a box with a piece of red tape on it sitting

on the intake desk right over there. Grab it.

Head out the receiving bay exit

out to the east parking lot.

Marky's gonna be waiting in his car.

Are you sure this is safe?

1:30, Wolfie. One, three, zero.

Don't be late.

What happened to me?

You were found unconscious down by the Port Lands.

You didn't have any ID on you.

- Can you tell me your name? - Willow... Chen.

Wait. The Willow Chen

who owns Gala Bistro, the Argent Room...

They're not really my restaurants anymore.

I just own shares in them.

Oh, God! I have a meeting I have to get to...

Ms. Chen, you need to stay here and relax

until the doctor comes.

I have to say... I love your food.

You can afford my restaurants on a nurse's salary?

Family money. I'm used to the finer things.

- Can't live without them. - You sound like my sons.

They can't even do their own laundry.

Look, I really need to get to this meeting.

- I just... not... - Slow down.

You need to slow down.

Have you had absence like this before?

Not lately.

It's been a very stressful month.

I mean, it's just stress, right?

I'll let your sons know that you're here.

They must be worried about you.

You didn't answer my question.

Your doctor will go over imaging with you, Ms. Chen.

And you scraped your arm when you fell.

I'm just gonna check here.

I had an aneurysm removed three years ago;

has it recurred?

I'm sorry, I really can't speak to that.

It has recurred?

So, is it operable

or do I have a ticking time bomb in my brain?

Ms. Chen, I'm...

I really can't

speak to your prognosis. But even if I could, I'm...

I'm afraid I just don't know.

I'll go get your doctor.

So how long have you been

suffering chronic pain, Mr. Goldman?

Hush! Small talk makes it worse.

And those laxatives still aren't working.

Well, you are all maxed out on those, I'm afraid.

It's the painkillers you've been taking.

If you must know, I've seen 15 doctors

in the last 3 years, and none of those quacks

could diagnose me.

The imaging tech is on her way. She should be here soon.

You're gonna love her. She is really a beast.

Hi, Ashley.

Good morning, Mr. Goldman!

Tadaa! My name's Candy,

and I've always got some with me.

Now, what do you say?

- How about we take some beauty shots? - Is she for real?

Oh no, look what happened.

Hmm...

Can you just excuse me a moment?

Oh, Lenny... that wasn't very nice.

Nice isn't my thing. Ugh!

Dr. Blackburn, OR.

- Thank you. - Dr. Blackburn, OR.

Oh, hi! Um, I'm sorry,

did someone end up seeing your mother?

Seemed like you had more urgent stuff going on.

Also, she's not my mother.

Ah, girlfriend, should have guessed.

I was just trying to help her out.

She's with the doctor now.

So, what brought you in here?

I've just been feeling sort of off this last week or so.

Headache, low-grade fever,

uh, a little short of breath.

- You seen your family doctor? - He sent me here.

He's a little lazy.

To be honest, I should probably switch.

Well, let me see if I can find you a cute one around.

Oh! I'm sorry, just one second.

Got a new patient intake for you.

One with a high fever. How's the gunshot victim doing?

Dr. Turcotte says that the bullets did some organ damage.

She's in the OR now.

I'll check in with her when she's in recovery.

Clear the decks in here first.

Okay... Uh...

Hi. Suzanne Rayne?

- Yes. I'm still cold. - Did you take

- your temperature at home? - 39.5 Celsius.

That is high. I'm gonna check it again, okay?

I think I picked up a flu bug in South America.

I was in Sao Paulo for Fashion Week last month.

- Something wrong with your arm? - Just a rash.

- It's nothing. - Do you mind if I take a look?

- What? What is it? - Um...

Suzanne, you have cimicosis. Uh, bedbugs.

- Those are bedbug bites. - No, I don't. I can't.

You probably have them on you and in your bag.

First off, I'm gonna need to get you a change of clothes

- and bag the ones you're wearing. - You're not serious.

And one of those bites could be infected causing your fever.

Um, I'm gonna be right back, please don't move.

We need to clear out that cubicle,

- it's protocol 7. - Oh no, not again!

I know.

No, Suzanne, don't!

And we're gonna have to decontaminate the whole area.

You call that clearing the decks?

Yeah, main floor. Bedbugs. Again.

No new ones yet, huh, Paula?

I'll find you some. Brighten up the place.

Just, uh... just don't get any ideas.

Probably gonna read too for a while

before I make, uh...

probably the biggest mistake of my life.

_

Yeah. Thanks for tracking.

If it turns up, buzz me on this number.

Are those patients out of bed yet?

Uh, I'm working on it.

It's just kind of difficult to get them motivated.

Oh no! Should I call a code Difficult

- on the intercom? - I'm working on it, okay?

Okay. You just don't want to get written up

on your first day with a new manager.

Who would do that?

- Oh. You would. - Well, I don't want to,

but I do want that charge nurse job.

- So you see my dilemma? - Right.

Hmm... Mm-mm.

Okay.

Not now, Keon, I'm in the middle of a trade.

- Hey, I think she underestimates you. - What?!

Marie over there. She thinks she's gonna lap this floor

before you do. She said you still look too weak.

She said that?

Ahem! Hey, Ms. Matlock,

you got it all wrong.

I'm gonna slay this floor.

Um... okay.

All right, let's make this more interesting.

What do you say; you, me, race around the ward?

A thousand bucks to the winner. Work for you?

Hold up now, I don't think that's a great idea.

- You think you can outrecover me? - That's what I'm saying.

Hoho! I will take

- that bet. - Okay, okay, but it is not a race.

- It is not a race. - Okay. All right.

Okay. Post-op surgery.

There you are!

Got pushed out here a while ago.

The ER was too crowded, and the front-desk nurse said

I was low priority, which kind of stung I have to admit.

Well, you're high priority to me. Let me check your vitals.

Always like this around here?

No. Just happens to be the worst of all days

- for things to go sideways. - How come?

- New boss. - Ah.

What's the matter? Your pulse is elevated.

Once I can track down Dr. Turcotte, we will get you

a full assessment. In the meantime,

let me find you somewhere better to hang out.

Nah, don't bother. I'm cool here among my people,

the... the hallway people.

- Don't move. - Promise.

If you've been to every hospital in the city,

you know you could do worse than this.

I'm not hungry.

All right, suit yourself. I'll leave it here

in case your change your mind.

You know, Lenny,

no matter how much pain you're in,

you shouldn't treat people the way your treated Candy.

Why not?

That barely sentient meatball has to take it, as do you.

Yeah, I can take it, but not everyone can.

You need our help, be nice about it.

You think you can take it, huh?

- Oh, I know I can. - Those laxatives are kicking in.

Big things are about to happen.

I could limp over to the bathroom or I could

let loose all over the bedding. Wanna play chicken with that?!

You're a monster.

Nurse Collins, I'd hoped you and I were finished for the day.

Look, if you didn't want to change my shift,

you could have just told me.

You said you wanted a challenge,

- I gave you a challenge. - No, you gave me

the Hannibal Lecter of hospital patients.

He threatened to soil himself

just to spite me.

Lenny Goldman's a frequent flyer.

He's on file at every hospital in town.

He claims to be suffering from severe chronic pain,

but no one has ever been able to diagnose the issue.

My theory? He's just lonely

and likes the attention he gets at hospitals.

You think he might be faking it?

- That's actually kind of sad. - I gave him to you

because you seem tough. Are you tough enough

to stick with him and figure this out?

Just doing a little replating.

The food here isn't the worst, but the presentation is

- just terrible. - You should be resting.

Doctor says it's inoperable.

I'll be dead within a year,

so resting is not a priority for me right now.

I just want to play with my food.

I don't get to do this anymore.

You're one of the most successful chefs in the city.

I never wanted to make food that regular people

- couldn't enjoy. - So...

- what did you want to do? - When I started,

I saved up money for a food truck.

Meeting new people, trying new dishes,

it's all I ever wanted.

Elliott died, and I needed money to raise the boys.

- I'm sure they're grateful. - I spoiled them.

Now it's too late to teach them.

Independence is worth more than money.

Do you really think that's true?

I think you can't possibly know

unless you've been independent.

Welcome back.

It's good to see you.

- Are you in pain? - Yeah, a lot.

Okay.

Here. This should help you relax.

You're gonna be okay.

It's quite a scar you have there.

I got one on my neck too.

Head first through glass door,

something to remember my husband by.

I'm sorry. And where is he now?

Hmm... Out of jail I hear.

He's why I got into shelter work.

They said that plastic surgery would help, but I...

You wanted to keep them.

Yeah. I did.

To remind me that every woman

who comes through the door is just as scared as I was.

You must have been terrified today.

Once you find the thing that you're willing to die for...

... it's not like the fear goes away...

... but it doesn't own you. Guess I'm gonna have some...

new scars, huh?

And you'll wear them well too.

I'm gonna go tell the doctors you're back with us.

Hi. My name is Wolf.

I'm a nurse in the Palliative ward

at St. Marie's Hospital.

And your mother, Paula Lincoln,

her condition is... well...

It'd be really good if you came in today.

Uh, please call me as soon as you can.

Hey. You're good?

Yeah. I'm great. You?

Mr. Goldman, between the scans we did today

and all the other imaging we received from other hospitals,

I think you might be the most well-mapped man

- in the country... - Just tell me.

- What did you find? - Once again,

we didn't find anything. Your results all came back

clear, Mr. Goldman. Take care.

Then why does it hurt so much?!

Candy is one of our best technicians.

Perhaps she could go over some future options with you.

Mr. Goldman, there is no way to image

or measure the sensation of pain. If we can't see it,

doctors can't treat it.

So that's it, huh? Here's your hat, Lenny.

- What's your hurry? - Sorry, but we've done

all the imaging we can do for you here.

Why can't anybody fix me?

That was a little harsh, no?

I just told him the truth; maybe you should

try it sometime. For example, instead of being a phony,

you can just admit that you can't stand me.

That's not true.

I heard you laugh when he was rude to me,

and I saw your face when I invited you to Salad Club.

As for Mr. Goldman, whether or not he's

truly suffering pain, well, he's at the end of his road here.

- We can't just give up on him. - Are you two besties now?

I can see why: you both hate people.

What a thing to have in common.

I want to stress this

one more time: this is not a race.

Just a casual recovery stroll around the ward.

- Right. - Sure.

It's about the journey, not the finish line.

You both just had heart surgery,

so we're trying to move your recovery forward,

- not backwards. - Oh, why are we still talking

- about this? You ready, David? - Raring to go.

Great! Let's take a tour of the course.

Ward. It's a ward.

Hey, Keon, what do you say

you slip me a little adrenaline? You know, like a pick-me-up?

- I'll make it worth your while. - I have a better idea.

How about the both of you go to your rooms for a time-out.

- Ugh. - Nurse, back to the room!

You can try, but you can't cage this beast.

We'll see about that.

You're not ready.

You never even did the culinary-management program.

That has nothing to do with running an actual restaurant.

- You suck with money. - You suck with people.

And I actually care about what Mom built.

If you care so much, then why are you never there?

- Get off your high horse. - Willow...

My sons are fighting over who will inherit

the executive chef position.

That's a big job for someone so young.

I raised them all wrong. I had them compete

for my approval and my time. I thought it would

bring out the best in them.

Obviously, it didn't.

I have my break right now.

What do you say we go and get some real food?

Yeah. Sure.

I've been thinking about what you said about independence.

I've never had to worry about money,

and I've never really questioned that.

You don't know who you are if you haven't struggled.

But my father struggled so that I wouldn't have to.

When I was in that struggle myself,

I never felt so alive... hungry.

I'd love to have that feeling again.

Like standing on the edge

of a very high place.

I only have so much time left.

Still afraid I'll waste it.

What are you afraid of, Naz?

You're not alone, Paula,

okay? I'm here. I'm with you.

I want you to think of the best day

and the day you were the most happy,

the day you wished would go on forever.

You ever had a day like that, Paula?

When you find that day,

and you remember every little detail,

I want you to go and live there.

Okay, Paula? You can go

and live that day forever now, okay? It's okay.

Ah!

I'm sorry, Mr. Goldman.

I hope you can figure out what's going on.

I liked it better when you hated me.

Hmm, yeah, I figured that out,

which is why I'm being nice.

Not gonna give you the satisfaction, my dude.

You make up with your friend "X-ray Barbie"?

- She's not my friend. - Ha!

See, kid, you're just like me. You don't much care for people.

That's what Candy said,

which isn't true. I'm sorry, it just isn't.

That's a little true, no?

Hey, maybe you used to be like her...

all open, full of hope and optimism...

until the world beat it out of you. And now when you see

people who haven't lost their joy, it irks you.

I have joy, Mr. Goldman.

In fact, I'm swimming in joy.

Uh-huh?

Oh! By the way,

I am suing this hospital for negligence.

Oh?

And I won't name you.

I think the words you're searching for

- are thank you. - Yeah.

- Take care, Nurse Collins. - Goodbye, Lenny.

You weren't terrible.

Hey! Hey!

Hey, where have you been?

I've been paging you, man, I need your help.

Yeah, I'm kind of in the middle of something.

Wolf, Wolf, it's an emergency.

- What is happening right now? - So I was supposed

to motivate my post-op patients to get going,

but I did it too well, and now...

Not too late to quit, Marie. Save yourself the embarrassment.

Oh, David, I'm gonna leave you in a puddle

- of your own fluids. - You see what I'm saying?

And they made a finish line out of bandages, man.

- Someone's gonna get hurt. - This is what you call an emergency?!

Okay, do you have any idea...

Look, just, I...

Good luck with all that. I hope you find your phone,

- but I've got bigger problems. - Wait. Whoa, what? Whoa, whoa!

- You all right, man? - I feel like I'm living

the same day forever, but it's my worst day.

Dude, dude, I don't know what you mean.

It's okay, forget it. Sorry, I...

- It's okay. - Go!

I'll see you later.

Oh no, no, no, no! Hold up! Hold up!

Oh my.

I'm okay, I'm okay.

Go get the other one before you break her too!

I almost had her.

- You weren't even close. - Do I seem like

- I don't like people. - No!

I mean, maybe a little sometimes. Okay, yes.

The only thing that Candy and Lenny could ever

possibly agree on is that I'm a jerk.

Well, I don't know what you're talking about,

but you're not a jerk. I mean, when you let people in.

- Why? Is everything okay? - I think I have to find a damn salad.

Oh, good.

Hey, can I talk to you?

What are you doing up here? I thought I lost you again.

Ah, I got discharged, and, uh, there's something

I wanted to tell you. I, uh,

wasn't totally honest about why I came in today.

I, uh... I...

Easy, Shelby! It's okay. It's Grace, I'm here. A little help in here!

Okay, calm down. It's okay, I'm here.

- Oh easy, I got her. - Okay, you can't be in here!

Hurry before she rips the suture.

You need to relax, okay? Calm down.

- It's gonna be okay, all right? - Don't worry, Shelby, it's okay.

It's Grace. The pain meds should take effect now. Just breathe.

Okay.

- There you go. - Okay.

That's it. You're safe.

Okay, thank you, um... But you gotta go now.

Yeah.

Um, hey. Matteo?

What do you do for a living?

I, uh... That's what I was trying to tell you.

- I'm a nurse too, Grace. - Uh...

Why wouldn't you tell me that when I was treating you?

I worked with Kate Faulkner at St. Christopher's.

She asked me to pose as a patient on my first day

to assess the ER staff,

you know, gauge the patient experience.

So, you just spent the whole day spying on me?

No, not on you specifically.

Grace, I understand why you're pissed off.

Do you really?

How could you do that to another nurse?!

We're supposed to stick together!

I'm not gonna say that I was just following orders. I wanted

to know what I'm getting into at this place. Heard it was crazy.

Yeah? Well, now you know it is. So you can go tell Kate

that I'm a bad nurse, that you sat in the hallway

- all day, so I can lose my job! - Grace, you were short-staffed.

You had way higher priority patients than me.

Honestly, I think you should just had me sent home.

So why didn't you?

You had elevated heart rate; how did you fake that?

I guess I just don't like lying.

Hmm! Well, you're pretty good at something that you don't like.

- Hi. - And that is my final decision.

I hope you understand.

They don't look very happy.

I just told them things are about to change.

Nobody likes change.

I want to sell my stakes in the restaurants,

give most of the proceeds to local food banks and get back

to why I really started in the first place.

And what about them?

They can each have a food truck.

If they love what they do, that's all they'll need.

And what are you going to do?

Eat.

Travel. Eat.

Eat. Meet people.

I'll ask the boys to join me.

- Hopefully, they'll say yes. - That's a big step.

I wish I had your courage.

You do.

You moved halfway around the globe.

You took on of the hardest jobs in the world.

Seems like you have something to prove to yourself.

You're right on the ledge.

Just one more step

to find out who you are.

Why do you have it in for me?

I'm not sure what you mean.

You sent in that guy, "Mr. Cheekbones",

- in here to spy on me? - Ah... So you met Matteo.

I fought for my place here.

I have been pushed and spat on

and harassed and treated like a traitor,

but I went up against the CEO of this hospital,

and I won. So if you think I'm leaving, you're wrong.

Who said I want you to leave?

Just... this morning in your whole...

So why the undercover nurse?

I asked Matteo to check the ER out

from a patient's point of view. It was just a coincidence

he ended up under your care.

He's an incredible nurse by the way, you'll like him.

- I doubt it. - You did not have

a perfect day, Grace,

but I saw the way you cared for Shelby.

As a token of my gratitude,

please take a $10 gift card for Café 7.

But if you ever speak to me like that again,

you'll roll out of here in a biowaste bin. Are we clear?

Yes. I'm...

We are.

I, uh, I feel like that has a story to it.

Maybe when I know you better.

Every day, we come out of our battles

with scars.

Some that you can see and some that you can't.

It's a myth that scarred tissue is stronger,

but scars do make you who you are.

For better or for worse.

Scars heal and we live to fight another day.

Or we call a truce and put our battles aside...

... and cherish whatever peace we can find

in the midst of the war.

Ah, that's great! Thank you so much!

No, no, no, I'll pick it up on my way home. All right.

Aah! Thank you.

- Looking for a new place? - I think about taking a leap,

if I can afford it.

- How was your shift? - Uh, I've had better, but got

- some good news. I found my phone. - How did you lose it anyway?

- You're attached to that thing. - I was out last night.

There was this whole deal. I called someone

after I had a few, but I couldn't remember who

- or what I said. - Oh, my God!

You called me, Keon! I totally forgot.

- You woke me up! - Uh... so what did I say?

Oh... You had a lot to say.

So many thoughts,

so many feelings.

You're a deeper man than I knew, Keon Colby.

Naz, tell me what I said though.

Naz!

You wanted to see me?

Heard you lost a patient today.

I mean, was the palliative work

kind of the point of the place though?

It's not an accusation, Nurse Burke.

I wanted to see how you were doing.

Uh, yeah. Paula was...

I never really met her, but I liked her.

Nobody was there for her.

You were.

Also, you were in the ICU until late last night

and on the early shift in Pediatrics too.

Yeah, so?

You've been working a lot of overtime.

More than I think is healthy.

Also, your wastage rate on medication is higher

than any other nurse at St. Marie's.

Can you tell me why that is?

When I see stats like that, I have to wonder

if there is a money problem or a drug problem or both.

There isn't a problem. There's no problem.

Good.

Wait.

I... I do have a problem.

Both problems. I... It's a big problem.

- I'm listening. - I had leukemia as a kid,

and I have to take very expensive medication.

Very, very expensive medication,

and my plan here only covers a fraction of it.

So that's why I have to work overtime,

and I get tired, and that's when wastage happens.

I'll see you're taken care of.

Wait, wait what?

I'm making changes to our health plans.

You should be fully covered on your meds,

but... I expect to see a change in your scheduling.

Tired nurses make mistakes.

Take a day off, Wolf.

Be bright eyed and wastage free for your next shift.

Thank you.

What the hell happened to you?

Yeah, I'm sorry about that, but it's cool.

I, uh... won't be needing you anymore,

so no more skimming, no more Marky, no more you. I'm out.

It doesn't work that way.

You're not just carrying a debt on your meds anymore.

You owe him for what you lost on that loading dock today.

The wrong person picked up that box.

They lost thousands of morphine.

And now someone is gonna get busted

because of your stupid ass! Wolfie, you're out...

when I say you're out.

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