All language subtitles for Transplant.S04E08.720p.HDTV.x264-SYNCOPY.Sdh

(screaming)

- Mac Hinkley. Owen's GP.

What you don't know about

is his mass cell
activation syndrome.

- Owen has MCAS?
- I've been taking

a hormone therapy to
stimulate ovulation.

- You're trying for a baby.

- Did you change your
mind about having a kid?

- My body changed it for me.
- I heard Novak's gone AWOL.

- Yeah.
- I think we should use this

as a reason to move
him out of Trauma OR.

- If you have pain, Claire,
that pain should be managed.

- I don't understand why'd you
even come back to this place.

- What interview?
- St-Agnes.

They offered me everything.

And then I got this feeling
that it wasn't for me.

- Claire told me that she
and Bishop used to mock me

for being a naive little idiot.

- Well, I fell in
love with that idiot.

- I guess that makes
you an idiot, too.

- I guess so.

(opening theme)

(upbeat music)

- This is effective when, June?
- Four weeks.

- Cleveland.
- They're gonna be

the only hospital in the
Midwest with a Trauma OR.

They're using ours as a model,
except it's gonna be bigger

with three operating theatres.

- How long have
you been speaking?

- Well, it all
happened really fast.

They reached out a week ago, I
accepted the offer yesterday.

- So multiple ORs, and they're
hiring fellows to run surgical teams.

- Their team leaders
are already in place,

I'm just coming on
as a staff surgeon.

- And why would you leave an
arrangement where you have

a supervisory role to
be just another body?

Wait, wait, don't
tell me. Money.

We have invested a lot in
your development, Dr. Curtis.

And this, uh...

This leaves us in the lurch.

- I figured Mark Novak
could easily step in...

- That's not an option.

- Okay.

- The zipper won't shut.
- Just... come eat.

We'll fix that later.
- I can't go if it doesn't fit.

- Amira, I know two months sounds
like a really long time, but...

- Did you know one third of
London died of the plague?

- That was like 400 years ago.

- It's one of the most haunted by
ghosts cities in the world, too.

There are subway stations
people literally avoid.

Was this a bad idea, Bashir?
- Yeah, you're right.

I'll call Mr. Redican now.
- Wait...

- Or you can just take the flight, and
if for whatever reason you hate it,

up to and including
ghosts and the plague,

you remember our deal?
- You'll always come get me.

- Always. Are you hungry?

I made my world famous pancakes.

(in Arabic)

- Oh, here.

Mags left you something.
It's an expensive face serum.

Don't tell her I
ruined the surprise.

- I'm missing your graduation
from residency on Friday.

- Hey, it's okay.

We'll celebrate when
you get back, okay?

Hmm? Now go eat, we'll
make sure it fits.

(gentle music)

(sirens wailing)

- Pick a card, any card.

Not with your hurt one.

- I heard we have
a broken finger.

Owen?

- They were busy
at registration.

Samuel's mom had to make a call,

and I could tell he was scared.

- Well, I see my resident
here's already got you started.

Um... We'll be right
back, okay, Sam?

- Six of hearts, am I right?

- Owen. Why aren't
you in school?

- The air pollution's bad today

and that's definitely
an MCAS trigger.

- And did you text Mac
because your GP should know?

How'd you even get here?
- I started feeling

breath stuff and itchy
arms. The streetcar sucked.

Everybody was eating something
or smelled like something.

Did you know Mac says
I still can't drive

when I'm 16 because
it's not safe?

- Okay, look. I know you
don't love the waiting room,

but we have a cue here
for a reason, buddy.

- I was scared. I
texted you, Theo.

- You did? Because I forgot
to charge my phone overnight

so it's plugged in somewhere.

Okay, let's sit
down in here, okay?

Shouldn't be too loud in
here. We can do our drill.

Arms out.

Alright, no hives or rashes.

No swelling.

Other side.

Breathing sounds good, buddy.

Guy at that desk is
eating a sandwich.

- Well, no problem because pretty
sure you're good to go, pal.

Last time, your mom told
me to put you on a Uber.

- You're kicking me out? And
those cars aren't safe for me.

The last driver was a smoker.
- I'm sorry, Owen.

Look, I will drive you
to school in one hour.

That is more than enough time to figure
out if there's gonna be a reaction, okay?

- You know, it never
fails to amaze me

how quickly people go to just
caring about how things affect them.

(chuckle)

- I mean, did you expect
her to be happy about it?

- Sorry, just, uh... Lou, do you mind
dimming the lights over the chairs?

The kid's scanning the room
like he's The Terminator.

Has SPD and gets life-threatening
allergic reactions to lots of stimuli.

- Yeah, no problem, Theo.
- Thanks.

- Cleveland's only
five hours away.

- Four, the way I drive.

(indistinct radio announcement)

- Hi. You missed
morning espresso time.

- Yeah, yeah, I was
restless at like five.

Her plane just pulled
out of the gate.

I'm getting a play-by-play.

- Ah, yeah, there was
a small moment of panic

right before we
got to the airport.

But as soon as we found
her group, she was happy.

- Oh, well, speaking of
being happy at airports.

- Uh-huh. Oh, sorry.
(phone ringing)

- That'd better not be
her changing her mind.

Hey. Salaam alaikum, Saleh.

- W'alaikum al-salaam, Mags.

- Amira just left this
morning so we're processing.

- How is he handling that?

- Actually, better than you
and I expected it, I think.

- I'm ending this
meeting right now.

Mags is very busy.
- Goodbye.

- And important.

(in Arabic)

- She asked me
to, but that means

me learning French,
and, uh... I'm not sure.

(in Arabic)

- Wait, you're moving?

(in Arabic)

- I know you offered to
sponsor us to Canada.

Thank you.

We did really consider it.

- Yeah, Gaziantep's, uh...
it's a nice place to live.

- Did you ask security
to lower overhead lights

for a pediatric patient
and also watch him?

- Um, lights, yes, but I
never said to watch him.

It's Owen, why?
- The kid slipped off.

- What? I literally
just left him?

- Lou's worried he messed up,
and also, Owen's not registered.

- Yeah, we have a routine.
I get him out fast.

Cover me while I go find him.
- Theo, you have patients.

- Owen has been dealt more
hardship than anyone deserves.

Alright, he lost his dad, he's in constant
terror learning his MCAS triggers.

This system is not
set up to help him.

- What about his mother?

- Uh, she's around,

just overwhelmed
by the challenge.

- You almost lost your
job ignoring the rules.

You try colouring inside the lines for
all of five minutes before putting me,

your direct supervisor, in the
role of having to let you do

whatever you want just
because you and me are...

whatever we are.
- Wait, are you saying

I've taken advantage of my
boss being my girlfriend?

- Am I even your
girlfriend, Theo?

- How would I know?
You make all the rules,

I'm just supposed
to do as I'm told.

- Then tell me what you
want instead of constantly

straining against
the structure here

and dumping all of your
confusion into your patients.

- Alright, fine, okay?

I will call his
GP, are you happy?

- Wanna talk about that?

- I really don't.
- Okay.

- Hey, I was thinking Chicago.

Like an Al Capone walking
tour and live music.

- You two going away?
- Yeah, we're talking about it.

- Or we can rent a cottage and get
you a true Canadian lake experience.

- Those are both
great options, but...

- C'mon, stage one rejection
is common for almost

every heart recipient.

- Mags, how long have
you been in stage one?

- Not long. And
we've adjusted meds,

we wouldn't be going that
far, and I don't want this

to get in the way.
- Look, I agree

with what you're saying, but...
- Mags?

Um, all my patients'
painkiller scripts

and notes on why they're needed.

- You don't have to show your
math for my sake, Claire.

- Actually, I do.
- I have a second, Claire,

if you want me to
take care of the meds.

- Claire?

I just wanted to let you know

that we're paying for
a year of counselling.

I didn't realize that
union caps at 500.

- Does that mean admin knows?

- About the request,
but not why it was made.

- Um, I was wondering what
are you reporting obligations

with the college of nurses?

- In your annual
licence renewal,

you're asked to self-report, but what you
choose to say or not say is up to you.

- You really think
that's the right call?

- Claire, this
department needs you.

So do I.

- Dr. Devi.

I'm sorry, I know that Novak
wasn't your first choice.

- I just loathe that man.

If you had come to me sooner,

we could've gone
to Olsen together.

Transition already in place,
but the way it is now,

he just expects me to
beg Mark to come back.

- Look, I know that this
is personal for you,

but I never agreed to push
him out in the first place,

and I did come to
you about that.

I'm moving to Cleveland.

Yeah.
- Like... for life?

- This big fancy private
hospital recruited me.

- Congrats, June.
- Thanks.

Yeah, they have, like, three operating
theatres, and a new Trauma OR so...

- You can't just rip us apart.

- I never said we would.
- Stop pulling, Paul.

- I'm not pulling,
you're twisting.

- Uh, Rhoda, what?
- They're stuck.

- Yeah, I can see that, but why?

- I'm fixing up a
bedroom in the house.

Veda touched the glue,
and then touched me.

Even though, I told her not to.

- Okay, well, can we
walk them to a room?

- We tried with wheelchairs,

but it's hard to
time it without...

- Ripping off a
whole mess of skin.

- Paul, maybe if you
lie back, and Veda,

you can stand facing him.
- No, no, no.

Veda should lie down,
she's got health problems.

- Oh, so you're chivalrous now

after chucking out 45
years of marriage?!

- What kind of health problems?
- On meds for bum kidneys.

And moving bedrooms is not
chucking out our marriage.

- Okay, let's just
switch positions here.

Okay, slowly,
careful. Okay, okay,

and one, two, three...
Perfect, carefully.

- Pharmacy was out of acetone
so I had to raid internal.

- Well, the internet said to try
mayonnaise, but it didn't work.

And then, Paul's
chest started hurting.

- Do you mean his skin? Because
some people have a reaction...

- Oh, no. It's inside like
a tight band's across it.

And my heart's racing.

- You didn't tell us you
were having chest pain?

His rate is fast and irregular.

- Do you have a history
of heart problems?

- No.
- Maybe the chemical

in the adhesive that's
acting as a stimulant?

- BP's 95 over 65.

- But he... he's
gonna be okay, right?

- Dr. Hamed's gonna
pour the acetone now.

It's like nail polish remover.
It usually works with glue.

(heavy breathing)

- Alright, now, gently try
to separate yourselves.

- No, it's no good.
- Careful.

- I need to lie down...
- Paul!

Paul!
- He's in AFib?

- Arnold, page cardiology.
- Yup.

- Wait, is he dying?
Can you help him?

- His heart rhythm is unstable.

We're gonna shock and
try and reset him.

- Except can we even do that
while they're still attached?

- We don't have a choice,
but she could get a big jolt.

- Charging 200.

- What are you waiting for?
- We're just not sure

of the effect that
it will have on you,

but there's definitely
a risk here.

- I don't care. Just help him!

(beeping)
- Alright, clear.

(thump)
- Look out.

- Okay, okay, okay.
Mags, are you...

- Where's Veda?

- Lie back, sir, lie back.
- Veda?

Veda, can you hear me?
- Pulse is good.

- Okay, we're gonna
need vitals, blood gas.

- Bedside glucose, IV
bolus, and ECG stat.

- Arnold, have dialysis
on standby, ASAP.

- Copy.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

- You paged?
- Here she is.

Dr. Curtis, this is Margot.

Margot had elective
rhinoplasty last week,

and she discovered that
she has von Willebrands.

- It's a bleeding disorder.
Usually, a mild one.

- Until things spiralled out of control,
she ended up in ICU where we met.

- I'm better now. And apparently,
my nose will be perfect.

- Which is where you come in, Dr. Curtis,
because it was supposed to be twofer.

The surgeons were supposed
to take out her tonsils

at the same time, but when the
bleeding started, they reneged.

- Which is... understandable.

- For the cowardly, yes, but I
told Margot that that's not you.

- I see.

So you want me to remove
her tonsils in Trauma OR.

- They're aberrantly large.

And all I see when
I look at myself.

- No, absolutely not.

- It's okay, it's okay.
I got it, I got it.

June... Um, June.

- Do you want me to take on this dumb
risk all because you miss Trauma OR?

- Or I'm trying to help you get used
to being guided by profit motive.

- I see, so word travels fast.

But is this your way of...

- I treated her
during her recovery.

Her sleep apnea is serious.
She needs constant CPAP,

and Trauma OR was
built to solve problems

that the bureaucracy can't
and, you know, end of story.

- End of story?
- Yeah.

- So those are your only
thoughts on me leaving?

- World's largest rubber
stamp is in Cleveland.

(in Arabic)

- Sorry, too fast for me.

- Nothing, we were
just, uh... Nevermind.

- Plus, staying
on top of stress,

never easy during those early
months in a new country,

I get it, but I'd be here to help
in any way that I could, okay?

- Then, you have room in
your practise, doctor?

- Eliott. And I don't
have my own practise,

I rotate between
walk-in clinics,

but if Madiha texts me when
she lands, we'll sort it out.

- Thank you, gentlemen.
- Yeah.

(in Arabic)

- Hey, um... How come you
never joined a practise?

- Oh, uh...

I wanted time at home
when the kids were little,

and the freedom to go overseas
with the Red Cross when I could.

Certainly not the
path to wealth.

That wasn't about you...
stress in those early months.

- Um, thanks for taking her on.
- Yeah.

You can do it with me.

- Be her doctor?
- Yeah.

- I won't have a place to
practice in a few weeks.

- Well, I could stand to
offload some walk-in hours,

and I don't know. This
kind of community medicine

seems like the type of work
that you'd be drawn to.

- Eliott, I know I'm still
going to need to make a living,

but I wasn't asking.

- Of course not.

Old habits.

(emotional music)

- Plastics is optimistic
about our superglue couple.

How's the wife?

- Getting set up for
dialysis. Her kidneys failed.

- Is that because of the shock?

I notice you skipped a beat
when we shocked that woman,

is that like a stage
one rejection situation?

- Yeah, they upped my meds, but
they don't seem to be worried.

- Novak has a patient
with a bleeding disorder.

He wants me to take her
tonsils out in Trauma OR.

He says it's a medical thing,
she says it's a cosmetic thing,

and I'm pretty sure
that he just wants me

to go in there and mess
things up because he...

- Are we seriously not
gonna talk about this?

Like, do I really have
to do the emotional work

for everyone in my life?
- Okay, just calm down, alright.

I get it, you're upset
that I'm leaving.

- No.

I'd support anything you wanted,

but the fact that you would do
this without even telling me

that you were considering it...

- They called, and then the
next day, they made the offer.

What would you even have said?
- I would have asked you

how you were feeling about
the pregnancies not taking.

- Not good.

What do you want me to say?

If you're suggesting that that's
why I took the job, Mags...

- June.

Biology is random and cruel.

You can't blame
yourself for that.

- Of course, you'd say that.
You get things that I don't.

- Look, biology screwed me, too.
- It's not what I mean.

I'm talking about
connection and love.

Those things come to
you, and I wanna believe

that I can have them, too, but...
- Yeah, well, you do.

And as someone who
does love you, June,

if this job is what
you want, great.

But if you're just
running, don't go.

Paul, your heart
rhythm is normal now,

but it would probably
be a good idea

to get on beta blockers. So we'll
refer you to a cardiologist.

- And, uh, what about Veda?

She's never needed
dialysis before.

- Well, uh, a few years ago,

they told me that my kidneys
had reduced function.

And I had to have
a stent put in.

- Unfortunately, Veda,
you're going to need

outpatient treatment for
the foreseeable future.

- Which means what?
- Frequent dialysis,

additional medication,
lifestyle adjustments at home.

- I, um... Is it
maybe, you know,

worth considering
some kind of...

Well, assisted living situation.

- What, another bedroom
isn't far enough?

What, you'd rather just
push me into a home?

- What if you need more
than I can... give?!

- Maybe we should go.
- Wait, wait.

Dialysis appointments
are a lot, right?

- Paul, stop, please!

(sighs)

I've been feeling this
from you for a long time.

Why can't you just admit I'm
not what you want anymore?

- Fine.

But I never wanted to hurt you.

I thought maybe if I
just had some space.

(machine beeping)

- Your cycle's over, Veda.

- You two should go.

- Amira lands in 45 minutes.

Oh, don't pretend you haven't
been tracking her flight.

- Just trying not
to think about it.

- It's okay if you have, though.

- Look, about our trip.

It's not that I don't
want to go, it's just...

The truth is, not when I'm
about to be out of a job.

- Then, let me pay.

Oh, what, does that offend
your fragile male ego?

- No. No, it's not about
the money or my ego.

It's the uncertainty.

Can we just do it
when I'm more sorted?

- Sure.

- Like, really, are you upset?

Because I know I'm being dumb,
it's just how my brain works.

- Bashir.
- And I'm trying...

- It's fine.

It's probably smarter for
me to stay close to home

these days anyways, so...

- Yeah, and with Amira away,

we have all the
freedom in the world.

- I just got a new family.

No, I'm not ready to
be an empty nester.

- Well, at least you and
I are glued together.

- Oh...
- That's... That's funny, right?

(laughing) That's good.

All not is good.
He is not home.

He is not answering his phone.

- He's annoyed because
I made him leave.

- There's more. His school
says he hasn't been in a week.

I know he hates it,
but he's signing in

at his homeroom, and then...

- So his mother
doesn't find out.

- They're talking about
calling Children's Aid.

If that kid gets
into the system...

- It'll kill him.
Look, I'll drive around

the neighbourhood a few times.
- I'll do it.

We were making progress
before you got involved.

This whole... ridiculous idea
of getting a driver's licence.

- Look, you and I met after Owen jumped
off a cliff to try and hurt himself.

How much progress
were you making?

- Mac, I think he
took my car keys.

He knows where I park.
- Oh, Theo, what the hell!

- Look, I've only got a minor burn
and an asthma kid waiting in handoff.

Keep an eye on them for me?
- Your patients?

I don't work here.

If I went looking for Owen,

neither of us would be
risking our licences.

- That's why he comes to me.

Because he knows I will
do whatever I need to.

If you want him found,
Mac, just have my back.

(indistinct PA announcement)

- Stop messing with her.
- What now, Leblanc?

- Well, maybe you're not aware
of it, but she did everything

she could to save
you from yourself.

And she looks up to you. And
you're using that to, what,

get her to kick the
door on her way out.

And all of that to make
yourself feel better

about ruining the one good
thing you had going on here.

You should be her friend
or leave her alone.

(indistinct PA announcement)

(clears throat)

(soft music)

- Hey, you good?
- Yeah, where are you going

looking all stressed out?
- This app is supposed

to GPS locate my car, but it just
keeps spinning and... doing this.

- You lost your car?

- No, a teenage
patient stole it.

It's a long story. I just...
I want him to be okay.

- Well, if you want
your GPS to work,

your location services
have to be on.

(chuckles)

- Thank you.

- So... Last week as
a medical resident.

Congratulations, Bashir.
- Thank you.

I'm also graduating
from being a patient.

- Oh?
- It occurred to me

that I won't have extended medical
insurance to cover our sessions.

And, you know, I didn't want to
take advantage of our dynamic

by asking you for
any favours so...

- I deserved that.

I want you to know,
though, I'm impressed

that you've kept coming
to our regular sessions

after we... course corrected.

- Yeah... Can I
ask you a question?

- Absolutely. Get them all in

while somebody else
is still paying.

- Will I ever feel
like a regular person?

- Hmm. I guess it depends on
what you mean by that question.

- I'm not sure I can explain it.

- I know that facing
an uncertain future,

it's got you feeling
in your head.

- My... My friend Saleh,

we grew up together
and... I left, he stayed.

Now he has a medical outreach
job in a nice town in Turkey,

and hearing that affected me.

- Because part of you
still wants that life?

- No, that's not exactly it.

And don't tell me
it's never wrong

to feel my feelings
because sometimes it is.

(light chuckle)

What?

- It's just, from where I sit,

it's evident all the work

that you've been doing
to get to this place.

And just so you know, extended
medical insurance or not,

in case of an emergency,
you can always call.

- See, that's what I meant.

People thinking they
need to save me.

I hate it.
- Well, in that case,

call and I'll send
you a bill. (laughing)

(cars honking)

(worried chatter)

- What is this? Owen!

- Is this your vehicle,
sir? (Owen screaming)

- Yes!
- Sir, don't do that.

He's lucky I saw him before he
killed someone behind the wheel.

- You gotta let him out of here.
He has a medical condition.

- Dispatch, we might need
an ambulance. Standby.

(Owen screaming) Hey,
guys. Clear the area.

Hey, don't do that. Step
back from the vehicle.

(crying)
- It's okay, Owen, I'm here.

It's okay.

- I just wanted to
prove I could...

I'm sorry.

- Owen? Owen?

- What's happening to him?

- He's having an
allergic reaction

to something in your cruiser.
It's probably the food.

Just give me a second
to get him stable,

and then we'll... get
him to a hospital.

(moaning) We got
this, right, bud?

(painful groaning)

Alright. Just breathe.

Breathe. (dry breathing)

(indistinct PA announcement)

(soft music)

- Hey. You worked it out?
- Ha!

She glued us back together
while I was sleeping.

- I came in to check on
him, and there it was.

- Why?
- I panicked.

The thought of being
alone with everything.

- I never said I was
walking out of your life.

I'll still be around to help.

We can't unsay what's been said.

- Well, maybe I wish I
hadn't pushed so hard.

- Well, maybe things will be
better now that the truth is out.

- Well, we will, uh, find
someone to get you guys unstuck.

(laughing)

- Uh, hey, Mags, um... I've...

I've changed my mind
about the cottage.

I think it's close
enough to home for you,

and it's a good idea for
us to get away for a while.

And for me to clear
my head. And...

You know, at first, it was the
uncertainty, but now I'm...

- Really? You would let me pay?

- Um... when it's you offering,

it doesn't feel
like charity so...

- Good. Because it isn't.
- I know.

- And at the risk of
pushing it too far,

what if you let me
pay for rent, too?

Just for however long it takes
for you to clear your head.

- Part of me wonders, what if
instead of looking for a job,

I open a clinic.

- That's... Yeah, but...

Like, what kind of a clinic?

- Mag, wait, are you in pain?

- Uh, it's just... usual
discomfort is up like 20%.

My BP was also low earlier.

I thought maybe I'd just run
it by Viri just to be safe.

- Yeah, it's a good idea.

- Would you come with me?
- Of course.

- Owen is stable. They're
on their way back.

He'll need a bed for tonight.

- You obviously know that someone else
would have sat on Theo's patients.

Why open yourself up
to this kind of risk?

- Oh, he made a
pretty strong case.

And I can't help but notice you
haven't exactly ratted us out.

- Guess we're both in the
business of enabling Theo.

- I admit to seeing a bit of myself
in him, but what's your excuse?

(sirens wailing)

- Did you miss a
dose of tacrolimus?

- No, my whole life revolves
around that stupid pill alarm.

- She's never more than
a few minutes late.

Even when she's on shift.
- Are you seeing a higher level

of lymphocyte infiltration?

- Your white count is elevated,

but you're still stage one.

- Okay, so I am overreacting.

- Not necessarily. And
I trust your instincts.

So I'll switch you
to the 12-hour tacro,

and I'll add a pulse
of high dose steroids

as a preventative measure.

- Prednisone gives
her heartburn.

- Prednisone gives me heartburn.

(chuckles)
- I can tack on a PPI.

- Just another pill to remember.

- Should we discuss admission

just for a day or two to
get us over this bump?

- Not yet. If it gets
worse, we can talk.

But I'm comfortable sending you home
since you both know what to look for.

- Cough, shortness
of breath, chills.

- Fever, swelling, ascites.

- We'll do a repeat
echo tomorrow

and another biopsy in a week
when the meds take effect.

No work until this
is under control.

If you feel anything
new or different...

- We'll call.
- You'll come in.

And they'll page me
and your surgeon.

- Should she be on
her portable ECG?

Because she's had trouble
with arrhythmia before.

- That's not the worst idea.

I know you hate
this, Mags, but...

- Yeah, to go through all
this just to be here, it's...

But it's okay, it's okay.
It's better to be sure.

(indistinct chatter)

- I'll be back in about a
half an hour to check on him.

- What are you still doing here?

- I should be asking you that.

- Uh... I mean, I work here.

- Why though? All the
rules, the bureaucracy.

You don't have any space to be
the kind of doctor you wanna be.

- Yeah, and what kind is that?

- You're a born family doctor.

I know because so am I.

Look, you should take
over my family practise.

So I can retire.
- Whoa, Mac, that...

- No, you were right. Owen trusts
you because you fight for him.

I don't have that fight anymore.

I wasn't sure anyone still did.

- Okay, but you
don't understand.

I turned down a family
practise to be here.

- Well, maybe it wasn't
right for you then.

But it is now.

At least, give it some thought.

- Look, you barely know me.

You have no idea
what's right for me.

- Liz does though.

And she feels the same way.

(gentle music)

(exhales)

- Hey. Do you need anything?

- No.

I think I'm just gonna
go get some water.

- Do you want me to do it?
- No, that's fine.

You have an early
shift tomorrow.

I'll just go watch something in
Amira's room if I can't sleep.

- Okay.

(Facetime ringing)

(in Arabic)

(water pouring)

(indistinct phone conversation)

(sighs)

- It's morning in London.

- Still nothing from the boss?

- Not since that
bloody airport selfie.

- Well, that's good, right?

That means that she's having
fun and forgot all about us.

- Yeah, because if
Amira was not okay...

- My parents like to say that
they only ever hear from me

when I need to complain.
- That's not true.

You check in with
them all the time.

I guess I should trust Amira
to let me know she needs me.

Hey, uh, that couple
with the glue,

do you get the sense they fell
apart slowly or all at once?

- Well, they were incapable of facing
the hardest truths between them.

- The idea of you paying
rent, it bothers me.

- I know.

You never answered my
question. About a clinic.

- Yeah, uh, I referred
Eliott a patient,

and he suggested I take her on.
- Mmm.

- There is an empty office I've
walked by a hundred times so...

But if it doesn't work out,
it'd be such a huge risk,

and... I don't know, I'm torn.

- Bash...
- Mmm.

- Torn is okay.

(distant shouting)

And like clockwork,
the past three nights.

Three A.M. existential scream.

- Yeah, if it
escalates to violence,

I'm not going out there.
- Not gonna make a chest tube

with a shard of broken beer
bottle and a plastic straw?

Something's not right.

- No, your readings
were in range.

- I know, I just...
still feel off.

(exhale)

(beep)

- I hear some fluids.
- 38.

That's up there
considering the steroids.

- You think we should go in?

- Yeah, okay.
- I'll call an ambulance.

- Can't we just drive?

Okay, I'll text Viri.

(phone ringing)

(fluid dripping)

(monitors beeping)

(sirens wailing)

- Might as well
get a head start.

- Where were you
even stashing that?

- Under the bed.

Good thing you never
clean or sweep or tidy up.

What does that say?

- 60% chance of showers.

(knocking on door)

- They're here.

(ripping velcro off)

(door opens)

- Good evening,
sir, you called 911?

- Yeah. Bash,
c'mon. She's inside.

Mags is six months post-op
from a heart transplant.

We're just being
extra cautious here.

(indistinct radio chatter)

- Hey, Mags, I'm
Lori, this is Derek.

Bash tells us you're a
heart transplant patient?

- Uh-huh.
- Where's your team at?

- Memorial CICU.

- We're gonna take
your vitals, okay?

- Rate's 165, BP is 90 over 75.

Temp's 38.1. We're ED doctors.

- Both at Memorial?
(both): Yes.

- But we promised not to
get in your way or anything.

- You wanna tell
us what happened?

- I've been at
level one rejection

for, um... a couple of weeks.

But today, I've been
increasingly off.

(clears throat) Chest pain,

increased heart rate.

Tonight, fever,
chills, dizziness.

- We called ahead. Her
team will meet us there.

- Okay. We better
get moving then.

We're gonna help you
up on the stretcher.

- No, I can do it.

(exhales)

(sirens wailing)

(monitor beeping)

- Do you want me to
call your family?

- I texted Cam already.

My parents are in
Sicily, remember?

- Right. Their...
reunification trip.

- You know, they both
told me separately

that my heart got
them back together.

Like some bad romance
novel. (chuckles)

(accelerated beeping)
- Pressure's dropped slightly.

- Bash?

I don't regret any of it.

- Mags, stop.

It doesn't go that
way, not that fast.

- We both know it
sometimes does.

And all I have is how I feel.

- No, wait, listen...
- No, you listen.

I believe in you.

And you can do
whatever you want.

(monitor beeping)

- When we get there,

they'll adjust your
meds, up your steroids.

They know how to treat this.

(sirens wailing)

We'll start prophylactic
antimicrobials.

If we don't see results in the
next hour, we'll recalibrate.

- Yeah, when we went to
bed, she was tired but fine,

and then, when her
fever started...

- It's possible she
picked up an infection

that's exacerbating things.

- I should never
have let her go home.

- Bashir...
- Would you guys either

come in here or talk louder?

- I was about to tell Bashir
that the twenty minutes it took

to get here wouldn't have
changed where we are now.

- What's the plan?

- Your lungs are
struggling a little.

- I know. My SATS are crap.

- One option is
CICU and intubate

to mitigate the risk of sepsis.

- It would take
stress off the lungs

and help the meds do their work.

- Are you suggesting
to do that now?

- Not concretely.

Waiting to see how you respond

to the infusion
is another option.

- Intubation and CICU.

I mean...

I don't want to, but
I feel like I need to.

- Then I'll get the
wheels in motion.

- Thank you.

Do you want another blanket
or some ice chips or anything?

- If they're gonna intubate me,
I need to tell you something.

- Okay.

- I really hated you
the first night we met.

(chuckling)

You were so confident
in your instincts.

I was jealous.

I had never trusted
myself like that.

- You do now, though.

I'll talk to work and
make sure all your shifts

are covered for the
next couple of weeks.

- I think it's gonna
be longer than that.

- Let's just take
it as it comes.

Hmm?

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm scared.
- I know. I'm here.

Your SATS just ticked up. It's
probably the meds working.

- Good.

- You know, if you're not
sure about the intubation,

wait and see is still an option.

- I'm sure.
- Okay.

- Would it be weird if
Cam slept in Amira's room

for a couple of nights?

If she wants to...
come and be helpful,

and I don't want
you being my nurse?

- No, that's fine.

You can rest if you want.

I've got you.

(moaning)

- What is it?

(monitor beeping rapidly)
- I don't know.

- She's in V-tach.
- Um, do you have lidocaine?

- Yeah. On it.

- Mags?

We're almost there, Mags.
They're going to help you.

Mags! Mags?

- What happened?
- V-tach. It came on quickly.

- Get her into B,
attach pads, call RT.

- On it.

(high-pitched ringing)

(muffled beeping)

- Charge. Everyone clear.

(thump)

- No change. 26 minutes.

- Again. Charge.

Clear. (thump)

- No change.

- Again. Charge.

Clear. (thump)

- Stop contracting.

- Wait, uh... Why isn't
anyone doing anything?

- I'm so sorry, Bashir.

- Why? What happened?

- The arrhythmia
stopped her heart.

We shocked and did
many rounds of CPR,

but despite all of our efforts,
we were unable to save her.

(sad music)

- Are you telling me she died?

- I'll give you some time.

(♪♪)

(dramatic music)

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