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- I mean, Hannah's kind and super cute.

- She's a catch no question, but you're still in recovery.

- But Sean, he's a donor match for you, Dean.

We can get you in for surgery next month.

- Did you talk to Sean today?

He's not answering his phone. Didn't show up for work.

- Try not to think the worst.

- 2.0 put Med on the map.

To show just how much I believe in this OR suite,

I'm gonna put my life in its hands.

- 2.0 hitting the stock exchange

benefits Dayton Corporation, not Chicago Med.

- The large lesion that Crockett attempted to ablate?

It's not on Richard's CT.

- 2.0 created the lesion on its own?

- Crockett wasn't responsible for Richard Evans' death.

- 2.0 was.

- Hey.

I don't have long.

Got a meeting with Goodwin and legal.

What's up?

- If it's about Richard Evans' death, cancel that meeting.

- What?

- You were not responsible. - Oh, come on, Will.

You saw the surgical record.

I got too close to the hepatic vein.

I caused the clot.

- Because you were trying to ablate a large lesion.

- Yeah, so? It's still my fault.

- No, because actually that lesion wasn't there.

- What do you mean? - It didn't exist.

- Yes, it did.

It was clearly evident in the intraoperative CT.

- Right. 2.0's CT during surgery,

but take a look at the pre-op CT.

- They're not there.

I... I don't understand.

How could what 2.0 showed be so different?

- 2.0 made it up.

During surgery, you asked 2.0 for navigational guidance.

It didn't have the data to give you that guidance,

so it created a lesion that did not exist.

- Why would it do that? - Unfortunately, in a way,

we've taught 2.0 to please us.

What it did was a misguided attempt to help you.

We're actually seeing this across various AI chat bots.

- But in 2.0's case, it's not as harmless as giving you

the wrong driving directions.

It can kill someone.

It did.

- And until we can figure out how to install guardrails,

we've got to shut it down.

- So, Jack launched his IPO.

- Yeah, it's a big day for him.

- And us.

- Oh, I don't know that Jack's corporate business impacts us.

Why don't you go over and say hello?

I got my phone to keep me company.

- Eh, I mean, she looks... She looks busy.

- You two having problems?

- Kind of had a row last night.

You know? I asked her to move in with me.

- Oh.

Uh, and it was a mistake, I take it?

- I guess it was.

I mean...

I don't know. Maybe it was the timing.

Right?

Look, she just lost her life savings and her apartment.

That's another conversation.

But she's broke, doesn't have a place to live.

- Oh. - Yeah.

Said I was treating her like a charity case.

- Yikes. - What?

Yeah, and why didn't I ask her to move in before?

- That's a tough one, Daniel.

I mean, I can get how she'd feel that way.

She seems like a pretty independent woman.

- I mean, I don't know.

Why didn't I ask her before?

I don't know.

- Sean here?

- Yeah.

- What happened? - He's OK, Dean.

He fell off the wagon, passed out.

A friend brought him in, said it was alcohol and benzos.

We're running a tox screen just to make sure

there's nothing else. - How's he being treated?

- Heavy fluids and dextrose, a dose of flumazenil.

He's awake right now.

- Hello, son.

- I'm so sorry.

- No, it's all right. It's all right.

- No.

I let you down. - No.

It's gonna be OK.

We'll get past this. Just rest.

- Dr. Johnson, I'm Dr. Halstead.

What do you got?

- Husband and wife.

Fred and Janice Anderson.

Early 50s, MVC.

Car went off the road into a tree.

Fred was trapped for several minutes inside the vehicle

while it was on fire.

He was extricated and intubated due to stridor

and respiratory distress from smoke inhalation.

Carboxyhemoglobin tested in the helo was 55.

Janice was able to self-extricate,

complained of chest pain.

Gave her 50 of fentanyl en route, satting at 95, GCS 15.

- Let's go.

- Airway's intact. Bilateral breath sounds.

- Heart rate 122. BP 130/86.

- Same as en route.

- All right.

No outward signs of blunt force trauma.

X-ray?

Chest first, Mike.

Clear.

- That looks OK.

- OK, now pelvis.

Clear.

- That looks good too.

- All right.

All right, Nancy, call over to CT.

Let them know we're sending him for a pan scan.

- Got it.

- Loren. - Maggie.

- You're running an air ambulance now?

- Yeah, I got my accreditation.

- Guess we're seeing more of you.

- Vitals are good.

Satting at 95 on 2 liters of oxygen.

- C-spine?

- Clinically clear.

She has a couple broken ribs, minor pulmonary contusion.

Nothing serious.

- OK. Thanks, Kai. - Yeah.

- Ms. Anderson, are you still feeling pain?

- It's not that.

- Can you tell me what happened with the accident?

- Janice?

- My husband... - Fred is stable.

What is it?

He tried to kill us.

He tried to kill us!

- Hey, Jack.

- Hey, Crockett.

I was just headed up to pre-op,

see if I could find a flattering gown.

Fat chance, huh? - Yeah, well, listen.

We can't do your hernia repair in 2.0.

- Sure we can. That's the whole point.

- No. We discovered there's a serious problem with the system.

- Oh, come on, Crockett.

You're not still beating yourself up

over Richard Evans, are you?

I told you, the entire surgery was a Hail Mary.

He was terminal to begin with.

- Jack, the AI gives bad advice.

Hell, it makes stuff up. We got to shut it down.

- Look, every surgeon makes mistakes, all right?

Even the best.

Don't blame the scalpel.

- 2.0 sent me after a lesion that wasn't there.

It produced images of a tumor that did not exist.

The platform is defective. You understand?

Let me show you the pre-op scans next to 2.0's.

- No, no need.

I trust you.

Right, well, let me figure out what to do about this.

- Thank you for bringing it to my attention.

- Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

- What's up?

- Husband and wife, possible murder-suicide attempt...

At least that's what the wife says.

- I have to tell you, I don't believe it.

- This is Dr. Johnson.

He runs the medevac service that flew the couple in.

- Yeah, I've known them for years.

The Andersons are a devoted couple.

Fred could never do anything like that.

- Yeah. Fred's intubated and currently in the CT scanner.

- Can I talk to her?

- Yeah.

- Mrs. Anderson, how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

- Psychiatry?

- Can you, to the best of your ability,

try and, you know, just tell me what happened today?

- I was driving and

Fred suddenly grabbed the wheel and turned us off the road.

- Oh, man. That must have been...

That must have been terrifying.

- Yes.

I screamed at him just to let go,

and he wouldn't, he...

Before I could brake, we hit the tree.

- Had you been quarreling or anything?

- No!

It's just completely out of the blue.

- OK.

- We've always had a very happy marriage...

I thought.

- So nothing out of the ordinary recently

relationship wise?

- I don't know.

Fred has seemed a little different lately.

- Different how?

- A little off.

Out of sorts, you know?

Really down.

I always ask him if anything's wrong.

He always says he's fine.

I... I just don't understand.

I mean, to do something like this, it's...

- Look, I completely understand how upsetting this must be,

but I promise you, we're gonna get some clarity.

All right?

In the meantime, can you try and get some rest for me?

All right? And I'll check back with you in a bit.

- Thank you. - OK.

- Hey, Dean. Sean's tox screen came back.

- Hi.

- You OK?

- Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just a headache.

So what about Sean? - Well, good news.

There were no other drugs in his system.

- Ah. Cold comfort.

All right. Thanks.

Never should've...

Never should've let him give me his kidney anyway.

- Why?

You think somehow all this was your fault?

- He was already fragile.

I just added another level of stress.

- From my experience, it's...

It's very hard to say what factors

lead to anybody relapsing.

- Well, I'm gonna remove one of those factors

and tell him that I don't want his kidney.

- No, Dean.

That's... that's the last thing that you should do.

Sean already feels terrible. That'll make him feel worse.

It could send him into a spiral.

- Hannah, we both know there's a problem

with him donating now anyway.

- Yes, but we don't need to tell Sean that yet.

OK? Don't take this away from him.

- Dr. Archer, Maggie wants you in treatment six.

- All right.

- Sarah, sweetie? This is Dr. Archer.

- What's going on, Sarah?

- Hurts, pretty bad.

- Yeah? Abdomen? For how long?

- Couple of days. It's getting worse.

- OK.

- Vitals are normal and there's no fever.

- OK. Milligram for hydromorphone for the pain,

and we're gonna do an ultrasound.

Will that be OK? - OK.

- All right. OK. Can I take these from you?

- Um...

Yes. Yes.

- Peanuts?

- For the squirrels. - OK.

- OK. It's gonna feel a little cold.

All right?

- I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

Have you been having any other symptoms?

- Well, I've been, um...

Constipated.

- And that isn't usually an issue?

- Mm-mm. - OK.

Gonna need to do a CT of your belly.

It's kind of an X-ray to help us

find out what's going on, OK?

- The techs will be in to bring you up to radiology.

- Thank you. Thank you both.

- Fred's awake and extubated. You can talk to him now.

- Mr. Anderson, how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles.

- Loren, is Janice all right?

- Look, she's injured, Fred, but not seriously.

- Oh, thank God.

- Can you remember what happened this morning?

- What did Janice tell you? That I grabbed the wheel?

- Yeah, and, you know, drove the car off the road.

I can't explain what happened.

I... I wasn't in control.

- How do you mean? - It wasn't me.

- Oh, somebody else was in the car?

- No.

- I'm sorry. I'm just not quite following.

- It was this hand.

It grabbed the wheel. I couldn't stop it.

It wouldn't let go.

- It wasn't me, it was my hand. I gotta try that one some time.

What do you make of it?

- You know, I'm not quite sure yet.

- I guess we report it to CPD.

- No, it's not a CPD matter,

and deputies from Grundy County

where the accident occurred are investigating.

- OK.

Well, what do you want me to do with this guy?

You want me to see if psych unit has a bed?

- Let's just hold off on that for a second.

I'd really like to take a look at these CAT scans.

You, uh, give me a shout when they're up?

- All right.

- You're still booked for surgery in 2.0.

- Let's pick this up later.

- Come on, Jack. After what I told you?

- Look, Crockett, I appreciate the concern,

but there's no risk here.

You've done the procedure a million times.

- The platform is defective, Jack.

Come on, just cancel the surgery or move it to a regular OR.

- I invited people to observe 2.0 in action.

These are investors. These are friends.

I... I'd look ridiculous, and forget the IPO.

- Jack, you can't promote a platform that doesn't work.

It's actually dangerous. Put off the IPO.

- I'm not gonna start sowing doubt

into the reliability of the system.

You can never recover from that.

- OK, if you don't, I'm sorry, but I won't do your surgery.

- You can't be serious. - Oh, I am.

- You know, I could easily find

another 10 surgeons to take your place...

Who'd be happy to take your place.

With or without you, this surgery is moving forward.

- That's up to you.

- Crockett. Crockett, come on!

You're the face of 2.0. You have been from the get-go.

I want you to perform the surgery.

And look, because it's you, I will make this promise.

Once the IPO is launched, I will sideline the platform

until every last bug is worked out.

Now, how does that sound? Huh?

Come on, man. I'm your patient.

That's gotta mean something to you.

- He won't budge.

He's gonna move forward with the surgery

with or without me.

- Then we've gotta go public with the scans.

- Oh, come on, Will. Forget the legal nightmare.

It won't work.

How can we prove the veracity of the scans?

2.0 can make them up. So can we.

He'll likely accuse me of trying to cover up

my mistakes. - He's right.

Even if we went down that road

and didn't get hauled in front of a medical board,

it could take years.

Certainly wouldn't stop today's surgery.

- So? What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna do the hernia repair.

- Why?

- If 2.0 does deliver incorrect scans or recommendations,

I can't have some novice there who's gonna get thrown.

I have to protect Jack.

- Crockett... - Listen to me.

Jack promised after the IPO he'd sideline 2.0 and fix it.

OK? - And you believe him?

- Well, I don't see as I have a choice.

- Hey. Sarah's CT scan came back.

It's a bowel obstruction from a sigmoid volvulus.

Her intestine is twisted on itself.

So let the OR know we're coming up.

- No, we can't have surgery here.

She has terrible insurance.

Registration just called and said that

Med is not even in her network.

- They won't approve an operation.

- So, obviously, she can't afford

to be out of pocket for the surgery.

So I just need to transfer her to a hospital in her network.

That's all. - Yeah.

- Hey, Dean. I'm discharging Sean.

Thanks.

All right. Sign right here.

- Hey. - Hey.

- How you feeling? Huh?

- Well, other than screwing up? - Ah.

- But I am feeling good about one thing.

I got a message from Dr. Cameron.

Turns out I'm a match to donate.

Pretty great, right? - Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Look, um, I-I know it's no excuse,

but I know why I fell off the wagon,

and I promise it won't happen again.

Um...

You guys don't have to hide your relationship anymore.

I'm OK with it.

- Uh, what?

I... I don't understand.

- I'm gonna be honest.

I have feelings for you.

So when I saw you and dad together,

I guess it hit me pretty hard...

- I'm s... no, hold on. I'm sorry.

What did... what do you mean you saw us together?

- In the doctor's lounge. - Well...

I don't know what you think you saw.

- No, whatever it was, you... You misinterpreted it.

- Dr. Asher and I are just good friends.

- Really? - Absolutely.

I mean, this? No way.

I mean, no way. - Yeah, yeah...

- That... - Yeah, OK.

He's got the idea.

OK.

Sean, I...

I mean, I'm...

I'm touched by your feelings for me.

- Wow.

I feel pretty stupid.

But, um, like I said, I'm over it.

I'm just glad that I'm a match.

- Yeah, well, we're not there yet.

So, you know, why don't you just head upstairs,

hang out and grab a bite,

and I'll give you a lift at the end of my shift?

All right? - Yeah.

- All right.

- Come in.

- Ms. Goodwin, you have to stop Jack Dayton's surgery.

- That's Dr. Marcel's case.

Why is it your concern?

- 2.0 is responsible for the death

of my patient Richard Evans.

- What? How?

- Its AI produced a phantom lesion

that led Crockett to make a fatal surgical error.

That thing killed my patient.

- That's a very serious charge, Dr. Halstead.

Does Dayton know this?

- Yes, but he's insisting on going ahead with the surgery

to promote the platform for his IPO.

- And where's Dr. Marcel in this?

- He's stuck.

He won't abandon his patient,

especially because the AI is unreliable.

Ms. Goodwin, you are the only person who can do something.

- If Dayton were risking his life,

I could get a court order to stop it.

But no judge is going to rule an elective hernia repair

a life-threatening procedure.

- So there's gotta be another way.

- Dr. Halstead,

Chicago Med is now a for-profit private hospital.

Jack Dayton basically owns it.

So if he wants a surgery,

I no longer have the authority to stop it.

- I can't stand what this place has become.

- Dr. Charles,

there's a couple deputies here investigating the accident.

They wanna question Fred and Janice.

- OK. Well, take a look at this.

His head CT came back.

Right here.

- Calcification.

Atrophy in the frontal lobe.

Looks like it happened a while ago.

- Yeah.

I would, um, tell our visitors to hold off for a bit.

Highly unlikely a crime was committed here.

- So you, Mr. Anderson, have had a stroke.

- A stroke?

- A small one, some time ago.

See right here?

Frontal lobe?

- A stroke?

- You recall recently having any headaches,

dizziness, weakness on one side of the body or the other?

- Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bad headaches, right before Easter.

- Huh.

You know, that would time out just about right.

How about since then?

- I feel... I feel weak at times.

I forget things.

I thought that was just age, maybe.

- I've got a hunch that you have

a very rare neurological condition called,

believe it or not, alien hand syndrome.

Can absolutely be brought on by a stroke,

disrupting blood flow to the primary motor cortex

and causing involuntary grasping,

difficulty releasing objects.

- That's right.

With that steering wheel, yeah, I couldn't let go.

- Exactly.

- Oh... oh, my God.

- I know it's a lot to take in,

but, look, there are treatment options.

There are.

We'll need a neurologist to confirm, of course,

but the first thing that I'd like to do

is I'd like to bring your... your wife

into the conversation. Would that be all right?

- Yeah, please.

Thank you so much.

- OK. I'm about to start Mr. Dayton's hernia repair.

A hernia is a hole in the abdominal wall.

For you all to get a little bit more about the procedure,

2.0 shows the patient's anatomy in three dimensions.

- Loading.

- First I will open the skin.

Then I will dissect the tissues

to define the borders of the hernia.

Once I have this completed, then I'll close it primarily

or use a piece of mesh to bridge the gap.

So how about let's say we do the real thing?

Dr. Song?

- You're good to go. - Great.

OK. 2.0, what is the optimal location to make the incision?

- 1 centimeter cranial

and 1 centimeter caudal to the umbilicus.

- OK, very good. Thank you, Carmela.

Making the incision.

- I'm so, so sorry, Fred.

- Oh, God. Are you kidding me?

I don't blame you at all, sweetie.

- What can we do for him?

- Well, there's no cure, per se,

but the condition is treatable.

There are several modalities...

Visual spatial coaching, cognitive behavioral therapy.

There are medications.

- Oh.

I'm sorry. I have... I have to make a call.

- Janice, let me get somebody to...

- I'm all right. Really.

I won't be long.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. It's true. I knew it.

- Knew what?

- She's having an affair.

- Having an affair?

- You saw how she left the room to take a phone call.

I mean, it's not the first time.

She's been so secretive, so distant.

- Doesn't necessarily mean she's having an affair.

- Dr. Charles, what if when I grabbed the wheel

it was some kind of a subconscious thing?

Like, you know, maybe deep down I wanted...

- I can assure you, Fred, that your condition

is entirely neurological. OK?

No psychological element. Nothing subconscious about it.

End of story.

- OK.

- We're still waiting on the ambulance to transfer you.

I just put another call in.

- Thank you.

- Is the pain getting worse?

- Yes. Terrible.

- Why don't you lie on your back

and let me check your stomach?

OK.

Oh.

- OK.

OK. Ready?

- OK.

OK.

You're not going anywhere. I'll be right back.

- OK.

- Dr. Archer? - Yeah?

- Sarah Malone, she's febrile, she's vomiting,

and her BP's soft.

- Most likely fully torsed.

She needs an operation now before her intestine

becomes necrotic.

- And by the time the ambulance gets here

and she's transferred, admitted...

- She could die.

Not gonna wait.

All right. We'll have the operation here.

- OK. But what about her insurance?

She could be in debt for the rest of her life.

- Unless we do the surgery off the books.

Of course, that means Jack Dayton's

for-profit hospital won't be reimbursed.

Can't say I have a problem with that.

- OK, but how? How?

We can't take her to the main OR.

- I'll just do it in her treatment room.

That's all. OK?

Now you use your renowned powers of persuasion.

Get me an anesthesiologist. OK?

- Thank you, Dr. Archer. - Just, the anesthesiologist.

Come on. - OK.

OK.

- OK.

I'm now freeing up the bowel from the hernia sac.

- Warning.

There has been a full thickness

small bowel enterotomy.

- 2.0, I have not injured the intestine.

Please reevaluate.

- Protect the field from gross contamination.

Assess damage and decide between primary repair

versus resection.

- No, that image is not correct.

2.0, I repeat, I have not cut into the intestine.

The bowel is intact.

- If you do not address perforation,

there is a 100% chance patient will become septic.

OK, everyone.

There is no perforation of the bowel.

No complications of any kind.

2.0 is either off target or its sensors are malfunctioning.

Dr. Song, would you please show the gallery

direct view of the field?

Coming up.

- OK.

As you all can see,

there is no perforation of the bowel whatsoever.

- Repair bowel perforation immediately.

- Dr. Marcel, should I shut it down?

- Yes. - Chance of mortality, 90%.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I can assure you all

Mr. Dayton is not at risk.

This is a procedure I've performed hundreds of times.

I can easily proceed without 2.0.

Continuing to reduce the hernia.

- Great, there you are. - What's up?

- Uh, I wondered if you'd come spot me in a surgery.

Laparotomy.

- Spot you?

- Yeah.

I'm, uh... I'm feeling a little wobbly.

- I'm an OB, remember?

Don't you want a surgical resident?

- No. See, the circumstances are unusual.

If admin were to find out about this, we'd probably get fired.

- Ooh, what an incentive.

I take it that this is important.

- It would save the patient's life.

Kinda why we're here, right?

It's definitely sigmoid volvulus.

Alpha retractor.

All right. Yeah?

- Yeah.

- Help me untwist the sigmoid.

There we go.

Got it? - Yeah.

- That looks viable.

- Yeah, but the sigmoid is really floppy.

- Yeah, it just needs to be resected, and, uh...

and re-anastomosed.

Uh...

- Dr. Archer? - Yeah.

No, I just... for a second let me sit down, will you?

- OK.

- Hannah, you could take over?

- Absolutely. - All right.

- Marty, how's the patient?

- She was bone dry, but after two liters of Ringer's

and one of albumin, she's making adequate urine.

- OK, great.

Let's get this sigmoid resected.

- Janice.

- Dr. Charles.

I'm sorry that I ran out like that.

- Is everything OK?

- Actually, I just spoke to my doctor,

and I got some very good news.

- Oh, that's who texted you?

- Yes.

I had a biopsy a couple of weeks ago,

and I just found out that it's negative.

- Congratulations. That's very good news.

Does, um... does your husband know about this?

- No. I never told him.

Like I said, Fred seemed to be struggling with something.

I-I guess it was the stroke, but I didn't know it.

And... anyway, I didn't want to add to his problems.

I didn't want him to worry.

- If I may, I think it might be a good time to fill him in.

I just... I think there could be a...

pretty serious misunderstanding brewing here.

- Oh? - Yeah.

And, you know, maybe the sooner, the better.

- Hey, Sarah.

You know where you are?

- Hospital.

- OK. Can you press against my hand?

- Mm. - OK, great.

And again.

Good.

- Sarah.

You're gonna be just fine.

- Mm. Thank you.

- You are welcome.

- I thought you'd be dropping by.

- 2.0 is not ready to be put on the market.

Not without verification of its data set.

Right now we don't know the data sources.

It could be biased or false.

And not only that.

In the wrong hands, the data could be manipulated.

- As you and your friend demonstrated.

- Friend? No.

It was just me.

- Just you? - Yes.

- Mm.

- I couldn't risk 2.0 killing anyone else.

- I appreciate your passion, Dr. Halstead,

but I don't believe for a minute

you have the technical wherewithal to pull that off.

I suspect Dr. Song had a hand in it.

- My letter of resignation.

If Dayton comes looking for a culprit, you have one.

- So your plan is to take the blame?

- Let's just say I hope it ends the matter.

- You realize I have no choice

but to accept your resignation?

And I hope you also realize that I don't want to.

It's not gonna be easy for you out there, Dr. Halstead.

I can't give you a reference,

and Jack Dayton has been known to be vindictive.

- Where I grew up, everyone I knew was vindictive.

Will Halstead...

What are we gonna do without you?

You have been a constant source of irritation

and a constant source of inspiration.

Your leaving will be a great loss to us.

A great loss to me.

- You had no right.

I'm just as much to blame as you are.

- No, I put you up to it.

- I'm the one who hacked the system!

- At my insistence. - Will!

- Grace, you're a brilliant doctor.

If you destroy your career, I'd never forgive myself.

It's over.

It's done. Let it go.

- He resigned? - I know.

- 2.0? The malfunction?

- Talk to him.

- Are you kidding me, Halstead?

Why don't you read me in?

- Didn't see a reason to.

- What? To protect me?

Or did you think I wouldn't go along?

- Does it matter? - Yes, it matters.

And for the record, I wouldn't have.

Damn it, man.

I disagree with Jack and his IPO,

but I never would have gone this route.

- Oh, come on. You said it yourself.

2.0 wasn't ready. It needed to be sidelined.

- Sidelined, yes. Blown up, no.

Whatever its faults, 2.0 has been

an incredibly valuable tool...

And now no one's ever gonna wanna use it.

- Crockett, it was the only way.

It had to be done, and you know it.

You're still here.

So is 2.0.

Fix it.

- I guess they both made some

pretty wild assumptions about each other.

- Yeah. Even after so many years together.

You know, it seems like they both feared

there wasn't enough love there to fully trust.

- Amazing, right?

Human beings' capacity to doubt each other,

doubt ourselves.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

I was glad to hear your surgery went well.

- That's debatable.

I'm alive, which I'm grateful for.

- Well, from what I understand,

your recovery time should be minimal.

- Yeah.

Only one hitch, though.

- 2.0?

- IPO is dead.

Yeah.

Some of your doctors

were against putting this platform on the market.

They'll be happy now.

- Oh, it's an amazing innovation, Jack.

It just needs more time and development.

- Right, and who exactly is gonna fund that?

- What do you mean?

- I'm ruined, Sharon.

I put all my eggs in that basket.

I leveraged everything.

- I'm sorry to hear that, Jack.

- Yeah, well, listen, it's not the first fortune I lost,

so I'll survive.

Not sure about all of you.

I don't understand.

I have no other recourse but to sell the hospital.

- What are you doing?

- I am... I'm writing a letter to...

To you.

- Can I read it?

- Sure.

- "Dear Liliana."

- That's all I got so far.

- Daniel, the problem isn't just

about me moving in with you.

People are always noticing our differences.

You are the big important doctor.

I'm just the janitor.

- Lili, I gotta be honest with you.

I mean, you sound an awful lot like your brother.

Didn't we already handle this stuff?

- You don't feel sorry for me?

You don't think that I'm a charity case?

- I can't feel a little bit sorry for you?

You lost your frickin' house.

But a charity case?

Are you kidding me?

I look at you and I see this strong, independent woman.

You know, if anything, I spent, you know,

a fair amount of time thinking

that I might not be worthy of you.

- What do you mean?

- Look, just because I have a fancy title,

it doesn't mean I don't wake up with the same

doubts and insecurities as everybody else.

I mean, you wanna know why

I didn't ask you to move in with me earlier?

I was probably terrified you'd say no.

Look.

You...

are the best thing that's happened to me

in a long, long time,

and I probably could have told you that earlier too.

So let me just be crystal clear about something.

OK?

I am in love with you, Liliana.

There you have it.

- Then I owe you an apology, Daniel.

I misunderstood.

It's very hard for me to feel dependent on someone,

even if I love that person.

- Hey! Happy couple.

How nice.

Let's go. I parked the car in the loading zone.

- Hey. Has Dr. Cameron come in?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Antibiotics?

You're septic?

Let me see.

Let me guess.

Bacterial peritonitis from your dialysis catheter.

- Right. Right. Did you hear about Will?

- I did, but we're still talking about you, Dean.

This is your third infection.

Enough DIY.

You need to be on hemodialysis in a proper clinical setting.

- Oh, three times a week for four hours?

- Yes. - No, not for me.

Thank you. Oh, boy.

- Dad. - Sean, hey.

- What's going on? What's the matter?

- It's just a little infection.

- Your father needs to switch to a different type

of dialysis. - Hannah, come on.

- Whoa, wait, wait, wait. Why... why do that?

I'm here. I'm ready. Let's do the transplant.

What?

- They won't let you.

- Why? I'm a match. - There's a rule.

You need to be at least six months sober

in order to donate.

- What have I done? - No, no, no.

It's not a big deal.

I'll just go on hemodialysis, like Hannah says.

- Dad. - Sean, come on.

Please. It's just six months.

Don't worry about it.

- Will?

No.

You can't go.

- I have to, Maggie.

I have to.

I'm sorry I have to say goodbye.

This is not easy.

You've been my family for so many years.

I'll never forget you.

You will always be a part of me,

and I'll always be grateful for the time we had together.

- I know we all want to wish Dr. Halstead the very best.

- Thank you.

- Will!

Will!

- Hey, buddy.

Man, look how big you got.

- Mom, he's here!

- Hey.

- Hey.

- Is that all you brought?

- I didn't know how long you'd want me to stay.

- I'm never gonna let you go.