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- Previously on Nurses. - If we're going

into the kind of crisis I think we are, I can't think of anyone

I would rather have looking after my nursing staff.

- You're making me charge nurse? - Effective immediately.

- I'm ordering us another round.

(inhales sharply)

- Why don't we save that round for somewhere else?

- Hey, guys. - Hey, man.

- I like you, Naz, but after we kissed,

I got worried...

about... what if things went wrong?

- You've got an eyelash on your cheek.

So... what are you gonna wish for?

- (narrator): Time's a funny thing, especially inside a hospital.

- Whoever invented the snooze button owes me money.

That was my third emergency Uber this week.

- I know. I live 10 minutes away from the hospital.

How am I still always late?

- Einstein's theory of special relativity.

Time slows down or speeds up depending on

how fast you're moving relative to something else.

- You really should've been a doctor.

- Were you possibly late because you had

a special someone over last night?

- If by "special someone" you mean Miss Vickie's

and her delicious Southern BBQ Kettle Chips.

- I was hoping you and Matteo finally

sealed the deal. - OK, thanks.

- Speaking of unconsummated love, Keon on your right.

- Hi. Sorry.

I should've grabbed you one too. - Thank you.

- We are both working 8s instead of 12s today.

So, if you don't have any plans after shift, Ms. Khan...

- No matter how much of it we have, it's never enough.

- ...how about our first official date?

- Oh.

Um, I'll have to check my... my thing.

I'm sorry, my schedule...

assess my situation and... (phone buzzing)

Oy yoy. My patient. Um, sorry.

- Hey, don't worry. She's into you.

Odd. But into you. - You think?

That's awesome. And scary.

- Strange contradiction dude. - It's just,

this one matters. You know?

(sighs) She matters.

- Well, then... don't screw it up.

And I will take this, though. Thank you.

♪

- So, Mitch, you know the drill. After I'm finished

drawing your blood... - You send it up to the lab

to be tested and I wait for chemo. Without my Switch.

Which she forgot. - Because that's my job.

(laughs) - Go home and get it?

Please. Mommy?

- Who could resist that face?

I hate to leave him, but it'll only take twenty minutes.

You'll take care of him? - Of course.

- OK. Bye, baby.

(phone buzzing) - Bye.

- Your boyfriend?

- No.

Sort of. Not really.

- Let me guess. Started out as friends,

now maybe becoming something more?

- How'd you know that? - Probably the whole

dying kid, old soul, sixth sense thing.

(chuckles)

- Well, we really shouldn't be talking about me...

...but he's not just a friend.

He's one of my best friends who kissed me,

or... I kissed him.

And now I don't know. I...

I don't want to screw up what we already have,

which is great.

It's a big risk.

- In the situation I find myself in...

...I say take all the risks you can.

Naz, can I tell you something?

- Of course!

- OK, please don't think I'm crazy.

- I already think you're crazy. (phone buzzing)

Oh...

Can you hold that thought?

I'll be back as soon as possible. You're OK?

- You have no idea.

- Food is biodegradable, dude! - Not what you call food, OK?

And if it mixes with the container, it messes up

the recycling and gets tossed out.

Just rinse it off! (phone buzzing)

Ugh, I'm floating today. I hate floating.

- Since when am I living with David Suzuki?

- Since I decided I wanted my kids to know what oxygen is.

What? What are you looking at?

- You. Our entire friendship,

I've never once heard you once mention children.

- OK. So?

Wow, this is crazy. My friend in Geneva at the WHO

says the coronavirus is growing to be a very real thing.

Everywhere. - You know what's

"a very real thing"?

You being in looove! - Oh, God. I will hurl.

On you. Everywhere.

The world is dying, Wolf. Things are gonna get crazy.

OK? It's all about perspective!

Oh, my God! I'm so sorry!

Wow, the old... bump and bend, hey?

What a rom-com cliché.

Like why are the hottest people in the world also the clumsiest?

- Oh, do you think I'm clumsy? Or just hot?

(chuckles)

- What were you just shouting about?

- How the world is insane and life is short.

- Isn't it? I thought that dumping Mo

would destroy me, but it turns out I was ready

to move on from her cheating ass.

- Well...

I am very happy to hear that.

For your sake, obviously.

- Obviously.

- What are we looking at? - Female, 30s. Hikers found her

unresponsive out at the Bluffs. Recognized her

as a local dog walker, but we didn't find any dogs.

- Vitals? - Holding.

- Possible collapse, maybe hypoglycemia?

- Or some kind of mugging,

but there's no obvious sign of injury.

- OK, what do we got?

- Female found unresponsive up at the Bluffs.

Vitally stable.

- OK. We'll do a full exam and work up.

Start vitals and a blood panel.

Ooh! I love the smell of Javex in the morning!

- Alcohol? - No smell. No bottles.

- Drugs? - No evidence.

- Medical alert bracelet? - None.

(gasping) - Hey, hey, hey!

It's OK. You're at Saint Mary's Hospital.

My name is Grace. - Good.

I could use some of that...

(gasping in pain)

My back! Jesus! OW! - What is it?

- Here, let me take a look. Let's turn her over.

- Yeah. (gasping)

- OK. You're gonna be OK. Scissors, please.

Thank you. I'm gonna have to cut this, OK?

- Yeah. - OK.

(tense music)

Oh...

Oh, my... - What?

What is it?

(sighs) - It's... beautiful.

♪

- It's hard to believe.

I've never actually seen it in person before.

- Seen what?

- Oh, here.

(camera clicks)

(soft music)

- What the hell is that?

- They're called Lichtenberg Figures.

Dawn, you were struck by lightning.

- What?

That looks like--

- A tattoo? I know.

That's what I thought at first-- - No, like...

the Tree of Life.

Seriously, you're not messing with me? I was actually

struck by lightning? - Yeah.

- Wow, that is classic.

(laughs)

- I was fine until a little while ago.

Maybe I ate something at the wedding.

- I told you not to touch that seafood jambalaya.

- Apart from the nausea, any other symptoms?

- It hurts too.

And my head.

- And... you're dizzy?

- Big time. Thanks.

Maybe the father of the groom's

offensive toast turned my stomach.

- It wasn't that bad.

- That mother-in-law sex joke was super creepy.

- You can't say anything now without someone jumping

down your throat. - No, you can't just

be a gross, inappropriate loser.

- You're floating? - Yeah.

- Stick around, we might need to divide to conquer.

- Mm-hmm. (groaning)

- Honey... you people need to get her better!

- Excuse my mother. She doesn't do niceties.

It has been a day, though. - She's only 32 weeks...

and she's doing it on her own so...

she can't afford to be sick.

- What is that? - I need to run a blood panel.

- Why? What do you think it is?

- I don't diagnose. I'm not a doctor.

- But what do you think?

- Mom. He's just a nurse.

I didn't mean it like that. - That's OK.

- See? You can't say anything without offending someone.

- Ms. Brixton, I'm actually gonna need you to sign

some paperwork, so why don't we go to the Nurses Station?

- You wanted to tell me something earlier.

What--? - Oh no, forget it...

I don't even remember what it was.

- You sure?

Well... this is good to go

whenever we get the call from the lab.

- And when will that be?

- Come on, Mitch. You know as well

as I do it could be a while.

- I'm so bored! (laughing)

- You know, my dadi, she used to say, "boredom is a choice."

- Yeah, well. I didn't choose this.

- Fair enough.

Hey. Why don't you play tumour blaster?

That visualization exercise that Dr. Niven gave you.

- Naz, I can't play that anymore.

- Why not?

- Nothing to blast at. - Sorry?

- I destroyed the last of the alien tumour-ship last week.

- What? - I'm good

at video games. I told you.

- What are you-- - I'm saying...

I'm almost positive my tumour is gone.

- Mitch. I hate to-- - I know.

I sound crazy.

But there's nothing to shoot anymore.

Game over.

(sighs)

- Yeah. Dr. Banks, our OB on call, is finishing a delivery

but she'll be in to see you soon.

- I hope it's before my mom gets back.

I love her, but she drives me nuts.

(chuckles)

- My mom is pretty attentive too.

- Attentive.

Ha. I like that.

I can't really blame her.

She had a rough ride. My dad died,

sickle cell complications. I was a baby...

- I'm sorry. - Yeah.

She did it all.

Worked her ass off so she could raise me on her own.

Now I'm gonna head down the same path as her,

which freaks her out.

(beeping) Everything OK?

- Um...

Shanice, your blood pressure's really elevated.

- I don't feel awesome...

a bit light-headed actually.

And my hands and feet feel swollen.

I think I might pass out.

- Whoa...

- I need Dr. Banks in here. I need help!

Someone help! HELP!

Get that up. - H-E-L-L-P is a variant

of preeclampsia. It's a rare syndrome

that can occur in the last trimester of a pregnancy.

- Hi. The other nurse told me what happened.

Is it serious? - It can be. Very.

- Oh, my God.

- In certain cases, the only treatment is

to deliver the baby prematurely. - But I'm only 32 weeks!

- The baby's too small. It's not ready to come out.

- We will try to get your blood pressure under control first.

The next few hours will be critical.

Uh, let's monitor liver enzymes, platelet count, and maybe do a stat smear.

- Everything's gonna be OK. - Is it?

- Mom! - What? - Don't.

- Here, let me do that. No, I'll do it.

- I said don't! Just leave it.

Please. - OK, OK, OK.

(keyboard clacking)

- How is the market treating you?

- Huh? Oh.

Stock market. Good one. - Yeah, the only thing we nurses

can afford to invest in are good shoes.

And people.

We can invest in good people.

We never did get that next round.

- There's still time. - I don't know.

With all this coronavirus stuff, it kind of feels like

we're going off to war. - What are you

suggesting, Nurse? We...

fake a fever and get out of here?

- Don't tempt me.

(phone buzzes)

I'm on code team... led by Damien,

who hates me. - He does not hate you.

- Oh, no. He hates you too. He hates all of us.

(phone buzzes)

(inhales sharply) - Sorry to bail,

but my patient who was struck by lightning needs me.

- Wait, what? Really? - Really.

(camera clicking) - Never thought I'd see

Lichtenberg Figures live! - I don't think you should--

- It's fine. It's fine. - Excuse me. Thank you. - What the hell are you doing?

- I'm protecting my patient's privacy. Can you help me

get them out of here? She's been through enough,

and she's not an art installation!

- Let's go! Everybody out! Show's over!

It's over. Bye. - I'm sorry.

- Greetings from the eighth wonder of the world.

- Yeah. Seriously. How is it to be like,

one in a million? - Yeah, I guess those are

some... serious odds.

- You transcend odds. Um, it was nice to meet you!

- Thanks, Wolf. (monitor beeps regularly)

Is there some family that I can call for you?

- Um... my family are far away.

We're not in a ton of contact. So, nah. It's all good.

- You sure? I mean, I'm here for you,

but it might be nice to have someone close,

you know, to advocate for you.

- There's nobody like that, OK?

(inhales deeply)

God, this is like some cosmic joke.

- What do you mean?

- Nothing, just...

you go to do a thing, and...

God--or whoever--intervenes...

- What were you doing up at the Bluffs?

- I'm a dog walker...

- But there weren't any dogs found with you.

Dawn... if you were up there to hurt yourself...

I should contact someone.

And we can help you.

(monitor beeping regularly)

- No. I'm fine. If I die of electric shock

or whatever this is, call my father.

Otherwise, drop it.

- Dawn? (exhales heavily)

(monitor beeping rapidly)

Oh, no. (alarm blares)

CODE BLUE! CODE BLUE! I NEED A CODE TEAM

IN HERE! - (over PA): Code Blue. ICU.

- Code team, let's go!

Let's move! What do we have? - She's in V-tach.

(tense music)

- OK. - Charge to 200.

- 200 joules, good to go.

- Ready and... CLEAR!

(clicking)

(machines beeping rapidly)

- Go again.

- Clear! (clicking)

(machines beeping rapidly)

(sighs)

OK, OK.

All right.

(soft music)

OK. And then here, we'll elevate

your legs. That'll help with the swelling.

- Excuse me. I have to-- - Oh! Ahem!

(chuckles) (coughing)

Sorry, excuse me. Ahem.

- You've developed a bit of a cough.

- Oh, no, it's just mild asthma. I've had it since childhood.

It gets exacerbated with stress.

- Exacerbated by me. - That's not what I'm saying.

- What are you saying? - I'm saying we're

in a stressful situation. Don't you agree?

- I am immune to guilt. - This isn't guilt!

- It felt like guilt. - It wasn't!

- Ladies, I need quiet to get a proper reading.

- Quiet. Yeah. Good luck with that.

- I'm just worried.

The baby is still so small. - I know.

Do you think I don't know?

- OK. I don't think we can hold off on this any longer.

I'm calling the doctor. I think we need to induce labour.

(machine beeping regularly)

(Shanice breathes heavily)

- What flavour do you want?

- Aren't popsicles usually after chemo?

- Yeah, but I'm not sick anymore.

And I'm going to prove it to you.

- What are you-- - You don't believe me

about the tumour. - Mitch, you have to understand,

my training-- - Don't worry.

I'll prove it.

And then I can go back to being a normal kid.

OK, semi-normal.

(laughing)

- A semi-normal kid that's gonna eat,

what, six popsicles?

- No. Listen, I haven't been able

to smell since I was diagnosed, right?

- The tumour's pressing on your occipital lobe, yes.

- Well, guess what? It came back.

- Your sense of smell?

- Mm-hmm. Few weeks ago.

Test me.

Shuffle 'em up.

Five flavours. Multiples of a few.

I'll tell you which is which using only the power of...

(chuckles)

- OK.

That's a fair experiment.

Sample one, young sir.

(inhales deeply) - Easy. Grape.

(mysterious music)

- How about this one? - Banana.

Which I know we both hate.

Watermelon. Never had it. Smells good.

- Here. Try this one.

- Grape. Again. Oh, smart.

Like a trick question.

(sighs)

I know.

Can I eat one of those?

Oh! This is banana!

- (man): No, that's it. Yeah.

OK.

- My patient, Mitch Biggs-- - Brain tumour.

- ...just correctly identified multiple popsicle flavours by smell.

That sounded better in my head. Um...

The point is... his sense of smell is back.

So I--I think

that we should order an MRI to see if his tumour shrunk.

- I must have missed that study

in the New England Journal of Medicine that validates

the 'popsicle test'

with neurological oncology diagnostics.

I totally would've clocked that.

- Dr. Goldwyn, I'm not suggesting--

- That patient...

...that child has a pineal tumour the size of an orange

that's lodged against his occipital lobe.

- Precisely, which is why he shouldn't be able

to identify smell. - Right, Naz.

I know how much you want this to be true. I do. We all do.

But his prognosis dictates that his course of treatment

is palliative, like, life-extending at best. OK?

For it to have the effect that you're describing

would be statistically next to impossible.

So... - I know that, Doctor.

I know that. - OK. OK.

So unless I have credible medical evidence

to send him upstairs for an MRI, I can't. I just can't.

I'm sorry.

- Inducing labour is the best thing we can do for you now.

This should get the party started.

- Awesome? (coughing)

- Hey, you should really let me listen to that chest.

- Oh, no. Don't be silly. I am as healthy as an ox.

I have to be, what she's put me through.

- Here we go.

- What? What did I do now?

- I don't-- - I open my mouth and she hops

down it with extreme prejudice. - Ma.

Do you ever stop talking?

- Only when I'm sleeping, child.

It's the only time I find some peace.

(coughing) - OK, Ms. Brixton. I would really like to listen--

- I told you, I am fine. - She's never been

a great patient. You should just--

- But I'm not the patient. You are.

You and that tiny baby that needs us rooting for her...

- Or him. - She wants it to be a surprise.

- Hmm. - Wait until you have a small child

emulating your every step.

You will be surprised by the sheer weight of it.

- Will the baby have to be in an incubator?

- Most likely, yeah.

- So I won't be able to hold them?

- Let's just take this one step at a time.

OK?

- OK. I'm sorry. It's just...

oh, I just didn't

expect this to happen today.

(coughing)

- I'm gonna go get us some--

some--some ginger tea. That's what I'm gonna do.

I'll--OK? Ahem. (coughing)

(Shanice groaning)

- Contractions coming on? OK. It's all right. You got it.

Just take a deep breath, all right? You're very strong.

- Hey. Blood work came back.

It's good. - Yay.

Nothing like a little pointless chemo.

- I tried to get an MRI ordered, just to see...

but the chances of this being true is...

extremely unlikely.

- No dice from the higher up, huh?

- I'm worried we're going down a rabbit hole of wishful thinking.

- I was diagnosed with cancer when I was seven years old.

If anyone's a realist, it's me.

I'm not a dreamer.

But I am a gamer, and a damn good one.

I beat the game, Naz.

(sighs)

- Oh, my goodness. - It's OK.

- Oh! - All right.

Deep breaths, long exhales. Does that help?

- I don't know. (Shanice breathes deeply)

Now it helps. - OK.

- Yeah. OK. Whoa. - You want me to grab your mom

for you? - No! God, no!

Oh! - OK. I hear that.

Like I said, my mom can be a lot sometimes too.

- Oh, yeah. I remember. Your attentive legacy.

- I think they, uh,

feel the stakes are high

when it's just them, so it's hard to just sit

and trust everything'll be OK.

But... it's the tiredness alone.

Man, my mom, she's a nurse too but...

she waitressed on her off-days just to put food on the table.

- You can stop. - What?

- I know what you're trying to do.

- Is it working?

- No... but I applaud the effort.

Really, I do.

It's just... different between mothers and daughters.

Even more complicated.

- Women are smarter, I'll give you that.

- She's scared I'm gonna end up

in the same situation she was in.

It comes from love but it just

feels like judgment.

And Jesus, it's relentless.

- Maybe if you told her how you felt?

- Oh, can we not? Whoa, boy! - Easy, easy! OK. OK.

Just breathe. Just breathe. Here we go.

You gotta control your breathing, OK?

- Yeah. Back log from the weekend.

(blows a raspberry)

(indistinct speaking over PA)

(thudding) - Ow, my head! Gah! Help!

- Oh, my God! Mitch! Are you OK?

- I got dizzy.

- Did you--

- AGH! My head!

OW! - I'm gonna deal with you later.

Can we get a doctor over here?

- What's going on?

- My patient, he--he fell.

He says he hit his head. - OK.

Take him to imaging for an MRI.

Get him up.

(playful music)

(camera clicking)

- Guys, come on!

(sighs) Sorry. So...

how are you feeling?

- Alive.

I'm alive... again.

- Yeah. You gave us...

quite a scare back there.

- Why am I still here?

- I'm not sure. But you're pretty lucky.

(camera clicking)

- I should start charging admission.

Every doc in the building's been in to see me.

- I'm sorry about that. - Young ones want pics.

Older ones seem almost afraid to touch me,

like I still might be live or something.

- I will talk to the charge nurse about security.

- Don't bother. Never been so popular.

(chuckles) Never been popular.

I've been Googling the effects of lightning.

- Oh, that is not a good idea.

Dr. Google is nobody's friend. Way too much information.

- I don't know. I found some fun stories.

Like this one guy, after he got struck,

totally changed his personality. - Hmm!

- Yeah. He went from being

an agoraphobic shut-in

to, like, this Tony Robbins motivational speaker.

- Oh, gosh. I don't know what's worse.

(chuckles)

- Maybe it's happened to me.

You know, a billion volts and... zap!

Change the hardwiring.

New me.

(machines beeping regularly)

- Listen...

If you want to talk to somebody, we have--

- I don't.

I actually don't really feel like talking anymore.

- Would you like me to leave? - Just...

...sit with me for bit? OK?

- Sure.

(both sigh)

(buzzing)

(mysterious music)

(chuckles)

(machine beeping regularly)

- You OK, Mitch? Comfortable?

- Oh, yeah. Golden.

- You'll need these.

♪

(sighs)

You're one of the bravest people I've ever met.

And one of the sneakiest!

- Will you stay?

- Of course.

I'll be in there.

It's mic'd. You can talk to me.

(breathes deeply)

(exhales heavily)

He's ready.

(mechanical humming)

Just breathe, Mitch.

(breathes deeply) (machine beeping rapidly)

[Tell me how you blasted the tumour.]

- I just imagined

that the tumour was an alien ship...

...like a gross green colour.

[And I...]

[I studied pictures of it,]

[of my brain.]

And I knew where my occipital lobe was.

Then I built up these red and orange lasers...

...like the force,

on my rebel craft.

And I just...

[blasted away at it.]

(chuckles)

I know it sounds cringe-y.

- No, Mitch.

It sounds incredible.

♪

(coughs)

- Hmm!

(coughing and wheezing)

- Hi. I just wanted to update you on where Shanice is at...

- Mm-hmm? - Yvette, you have to let

a doc take a look at you. I'm concerned for your health now.

Your symptoms are congruent with coronavirus.

I think you should be tested. - I already told you,

it's just asthma.

- Maybe, but I'd like to track down

a pulse oximeter, and give you a once-over if you'll let me?

- Fine. I just wanna be with my daughter.

- OK. I'll do my best. I'll be right back.

(wheezing)

Yvette!

(wheezing)

Oh, my God. You're burning up!

We need a stretcher here, please?

My patient needs a stretcher!

All right. Just give her some space.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

(phone rings)

(indistinct speaking over PA)

- What is it, Dr. Goldwyn?

- MRI results for Mitchell Biggs.

Where's his mom?

(footsteps approaching)

- Let the poisoning begin! - Actually, Mitchell's not, uh,

going to be having his scheduled...

his scheduled chemo today. - Great. Why?

- MRI results came in.

- Oh, God... what now?

- Nurse?

- The MRI results have shown that, um...

...the tumour is gone.

- What? (Mitch breathes heavily)

(laughing)

Oh, my God.

Oh, my... This is

what a miracle feels like!

(crying) Baby, baby...

Oh, baby... I...

I... I didn't even know

this was a possibility.

(uplifting music)

Oh, my God. - I mean, the work that we do here is science-based,

but it's also often, um...

a leap of faith. (laughs)

(crying)

- Thank you. (sighs)

(laughs)

(Shanice groans) - It'll be time

to start pushing soon. - Where's my mom?

I was such a bitch! - No, you weren't.

Like you said, it gets complicated with moms and daughters.

- Can you get her? Where is she?

- You just focus on you and the baby now.

OK? You're doing great. - Why are you wearing that?

What's going on?

Why won't you tell me where my mom is?

- Shanice, your mom is sick.

- What? - She's been put on oxygen.

She's up in ICU. (groaning)

- ICU? Oh, my God...

(whimpers) Wha... what happened?

Oh, it's my fault.

I stressed her out. - It's nobody's fault.

(groaning)

She caught an infection.

- That one on the news? - We don't know that yet.

And the best thing that you can do for her right now is

to focus on bringing her grandbaby into the world.

(groans) All right? Just keep breathing.

OK. Squeeze as hard as you need to, OK?

It's fine. It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

(groaning) I'll be right back. OK, Shanice?

I'll be right back. It's OK. It's OK. I'll be right back.

(sighs)

- Yvette Brixton tested positive for the coronavirus.

Get swabbed. Isolate immediately.

This patient and her baby will need to be isolated too.

We need to lock this down before it takes off.

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter)

- Hey! Have you seen Keon?

- No. You OK?

- I'm good.

I still have to give him an answer.

- You go girl! Keon is way cuter than Miss Vickie.

Hey, check the nurses' lounge.

- Oh!

(sighs)

- Hey. You seem to be feeling better.

- You've been good to me. Thank you.

- It's my job. And my pleasure.

(inhales sharply) - It was the loneliness.

My world shrunk so small

I barely noticed it.

Like that frog in the boiling water?

One day I woke up and realized...

...nobody was there.

- You know, half the people in this hospital are lonely.

But you... are not alone.

(sentimental music)

- Ever since I woke up, it's like...

I don't know. It's like, um...

...I woke up. (laughing)

- Yeah, well, anything is possible.

I mean, you wouldn't be here at all

if you weren't struck by lightning.

(chuckles)

I feel like I've been given a second chance.

And from who or what...

it doesn't matter.

Even what it means doesn't matter.

(sighs)

I think it's time to begin.

- My baby. (Dr. Banks chuckles)

(baby gurgles) I wish my mom was here.

- There you go. Your baby is healthy.

But because of her size,

we're gonna need to monitor her closely.

- Can I take her to see my mom?

Where's Keon?

- He's, um... ahem.

We'll figure it all out. (baby gurgles)

- Hi.

Yes, hi.

Mommy's here and grandma too...

(machines beeping rapidly)

(sighs)

- Thank you.

Her O2 stats are dropping.

78. She needs to be on a ventilator.

You need to get swabbed and isolate immediately.

You're an infection risk until we know your status.

(tense music)

(exhales heavily)

If today is all we have,

then there's no way in hell I'm going into a pandemic

without doing this first. - Wait! Wait! Whoa! Stop! Stop!

Back up! Back up! Back up!

- OK. I've never been great at reading signals,

but I really thought this was a slam dunk for sure.

And also why are you wearing that?

- I might have been exposed to coronavirus.

I have to go into isolation

until the test results come back.

(pensive music)

- Everything's about to change, isn't it?

- Easy, Chicken Little.

The world isn't actually ending.

And all of our training, all of it,

is for this moment.

(siren blares)

- ♪ You were waiting outside for me ♪

♪ In the sun ♪

♪ Layin' down to soak it all in ♪

♪ Before we had to run ♪

♪ I was always 10 feet behind you ♪

♪ From the start ♪

♪ Didn't know you were gone ♪

♪ 'Til we were in the car ♪

♪ Oh, the glory of it all ♪

♪ Was lost on me ♪

♪ 'Til I saw how hard it'd be ♪

♪ To reach you ♪

♪ And I would always be - Light years ♪

♪ Light years away from you ♪ (inaudible speaking)

♪ Light years, light years away ♪

♪ From you ♪

♪

- She got to see the baby before she went under.

They got to meet. - Naz, thank you.

- Are you OK?

- It was just... it was fast.

She was fine, and then... she wasn't.

Naz, what if I'm-- - I know.

I know...

But you're gonna be OK, Keon.

And I know it... it seems petty now

but... I just want to say...

I've been trying to find you...

to say yes, to go out or stay in

or just try this.

And what I mean is...

yes! Yes, yes, yes!

- Oh, my...

I think this our date. (laughs)

For now.

- That's good for me.

- Me too.

(phone buzzes)

Keon, our date's about to take an interesting turn.

- ♪ Light years away from you ♪

♪

♪

(inaudible speaking)

(tense music)

- (reporter): Are we ready for COVID-19?

An invisible enemy in what is officially now

a global pandemic according to the World Health Organization

with no cure or vaccine... - Looks like the battle is about to start.

- Yeah. - Our only weapon in this fight

is to stay out of its way. - But I'm so grateful...

that we're on the same side.

- ...and now COVID is spreading like wildfire.

The next few weeks here will be vital

to flatten the curve and avoid...

- We're gonna get through this, Grace...

together. - ...a virus surge so drastic,

it's overwhelming medical services

and putting ICU doctors in the tragic position of having...

- Where the hell is this all going to go? - ...to choose who gets

a ventilator and who must fight to breathe without it.

A cautionary tale for our health services:

are our doctors and nurses

prepared to meet a surging pandemic?

Are emergency rooms ready for the coming storm?

Do our ICUs have enough ventilators?

Are we equipped to protect

our frontline health workers?

- All right, listen up people!

All non-emergency patients to the north entrance.

If this is not an emergency,

north entrance.

Thank you! COVID testing across the street.

Fast track, take him to the back.

Clear a resus bay! Page OT.

- All right, Ashley. All of them straight up to COVID unit.

Double-check all protocol, all PPE. This is

a chronic care facility and we're looking at half their occupants.

Off you go.

(tense music)

(gasping)

(loud beep) (indistinct speaking over PA)

- Listen up. Who's on crash team?

Go. Just go.

You, ICU. We got three transfers going in right now.

You, ER. Three, four more incomings as we speak.

♪

- Patient's a 56-year-old male. Vented for acute ARDS.

Wind was collapsed. Been down for two minutes.

He's in coarse V-fib. Let's shock him 120 joules.

(electricity hums)

(machines beeping rapidly) Clear.

(clicking)

(sentimental music)

(machines beeping regularly)

- ♪ Cold ♪

♪ Bones ♪

♪ Yeah, that's my love ♪

♪ She hides away ♪

♪ Like a ghost ♪

(indistinct speaking over video)

♪ Oh, does she know ♪

♪ That with bleed the same ♪

- [Can you wave? Can you wave to Papa?]

(toddler chatters) - [Papa, we love you.]

[I love you so much. We need you and miss you.]

- ♪ I've got a fear ♪ - Again! 200 joules! Clear!

(machines beeping rapidly) (clicking)

(long single beep)

- ♪ She was carried out ♪

- Call it. - ♪ Into the clouds ♪

♪ High above ♪

♪ Ooh, if you bled ♪

♪ I'll bleed the same ♪

- (narrator): It shut down. The world... stopped.

At least the world outside did.

But... when the world outside slowed down,

we sped up, entered a new time,

a new reality, fighting an enemy we didn't understand.

Still don't. No time to talk, or reflect...

No way to make sense of it or what life will be like

on the other side of this. But eventually,

that moment will come. - ♪ If you ran away ♪

♪ If you ran away, come back home ♪

♪ Just come home ♪

♪

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