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Ariel's not overdosing.

- And you are? - Dr. Reese.

I used to work here.

You got too close to your patient again.

Lost all objectivity again.

Let's face it, been an issue before, Sarah.

You arrogant son of a bitch.

You could never fathom that you might be wrong.

That was the reason I left.

Resignation letter, going to slip it under Goodwin's door.

Lenox is the future of the ED. Time for me to move on.

I don't have a family anymore because of you.

Scream, and I cut your damn throat.

[grunts]

[suspenseful music]

No, no, please wait. Wait! Please!

Wait!

Hey.

Oh, hey. What's up?

Do you want to go grab a coffee?

You know, I can't. I got rounds starting in five.

Are you... are you good?

Um...

Carl didn't show up for our first therapy appointment.

Oh, man.

Do you... do you know why?

He lost track of time, apparently.

OK, that's lame.

- Yeah. - But don't worry about it.

Totally typical, much harder to get men to show up

for therapy appointments. I gotta dash.

But I will come find you later, and we'll strategize, OK?

- OK. - Looking forward to it.

[chuckles]

[suspenseful music]

- Come on! - [slamming elevator]

Oh.

[both grunting]

Hey, hey, call security. Code Silver. 10th floor.

Oh, no. No. No.

[straining]

[lock beeps]

Ugh.

[grunts]

No!

♪ ♪

[glass shatters]

[alarm blares]

[screaming]

[screams]

Stop!

[screams]

Hey, come here. Come on.

- Come on. Come on. - [groaning]

[whimpering] I can't... I can't...

- I can't feel it... - I got you.

I got you. I got you.

I need help! Maggie?

- Get me a gurney. - Right now, let's go!

- Sharon? - What the hell happened?

Abdominal stab wound.

We need a trauma room right now.

- She's lost a lot of blood. - Maggie?

We're going to Trauma 1. Let's go.

She's been out of it in the elevator.

- Let's go. Move it. - Let's rotate.

Line her up, get her resuscitated

while I get the OR ready.

- Come on. - Oh, my...

Let's get an IV.

- Bilateral breath sounds. - Going over you.

Radial pulse is weak and thready.

- Dr. Archer. - All right, activate MTP.

2 grams TXA.

- She needs a Cordis. Kai? - Yeah?

eFAST her. Get a good look at her heart.

- Already on it. - Cordis.

We're going to need to intubate.

Heart rate 140. BP 80/55.

[vitals monitor beeping]

Sharon? We got you.

We're going to get you through this, Sharon.

All right, push a dose of epi so she doesn't code.

10 of etomidate. 100 of sux.

Epi on board. Etomidate and sux going in.

- What happened? - I don't know.

No pericardial effusion.

- OK, I'm in. - Damn it.

[together] Free fluid in the belly.

Bleeding into her abdomen.

All right, let's find the source.

- Let's get her to the hybrid. - All right.

Let's go.

- OK. - Yeah.

Let's rotate. Here we go.

Let's go. Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go.

♪ ♪

I just heard. I can't believe it.

I should have forced Sharon to let security trail her.

Just tell me one time

anytime anyone's ever been able to force Sharon to do anything.

Peter, it isn't your fault, all right?

Everybody, law enforcement included,

thought that this stalker thing was over.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat] Ms. Goodwin's alive.

She's stable.

She's not out of the woods yet.

Bad news is the knife lacerated her pancreas

and her common bile duct.

Damage is extensive, but temporized.

Some tough decisions need to be made.

- Maggie? - Yeah?

Who's her medical proxy?

Her daughter, Tara. She's on her way.

All right, let me know when she gets here.

- Yeah. - You know...

Just, what...

w-what's really going on here?

She's hour-to-hour, OK?

And we'll see how well she resuscitates.

And...

you know, it's a waiting game now.

[sighs]

[police radio chatter]

Thank you.

What's her condition?

Her local wound exploration was negative.

The knife didn't hit any organs.

That's some kind of luck.

It's not luck.

Ms. Goodwin knows her anatomy.

She was avoiding the major organs.

Is she dead?

We'll clean her up. Then she's all yours.

Then I suggest you get her out of here.

What's going on? Where's Dr. Reese?

Listen, I completely get how upsetting this must be.

But the fact of the matter is

that while you're here at Gaffney,

I'm responsible for your care, not Dr. Reese.

This is about the pills I took.

Why do I keep having to repeat myself?

I told you it was an accident.

I just... I just got confused. That's it.

I believe that you believe that.

Really, I do.

The trouble that I'm having is that you've been

taking antidepressants for a long time, right?

And you know that the appropriate dose

is one pill a day.

So what I'm struggling with

is how could you all of a sudden

just take a dozen,

and it's an accident?

I-I don't know, OK? I don't know.

But it's not what you think.

Well, what do you think that I think?

You obviously know I tried to kill myself.

Well, I mean, since you bring it up,

Dr. Reese actually left that part out.

[sighs] Look, this was not that, OK?

I... I don't want to die.

And you know why?

It's because of Dr. Reese, because she...

she brought me back from a very dark place,

so if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to her now.

There is one more thing that I think that you have

a fundamental right to know.

OK, which is?

You have not actually been taking citalopram.

[chuckles] What are you talking about?

You've been taking a placebo.

A placebo?

Yeah.

So Dr. Reese lied to me the whole time.

Look, I know that Dr. Reese was acting

with your best interests at heart, OK?

You know, she was trying a new course of treatment

where others had failed.

And believe it or not, placebos,

when used appropriately,

can be effective for depression.

I just don't believe that that was the case here

and that you have a right to know that.

I thought I was getting better.

I know it's a whole lot to process.

[door clicks]

I'm sorry to interrupt, Dr. Charles.

Do you have a minute?

I'll be right back.

[door thuds]

What?

It's not Sharon.

But I need you to meet me in the conference room ASAP.

Why?

Look, I know this is the worst possible timing,

but Dr. Reese filed a professional misconduct claim

- against you last night. - What?

I know.

Look, from the IDPH's perspective,

Ariel Sparkman is a potential suicide risk

on a 72-hour hold, OK?

If they deem you unfit to continue as her psychiatrist,

we need to find a suitable replacement

before the hold ends.

Not to mention, if this claim is upheld...

I could lose my license. You have got to be kidding me.

Daniel, I'm sorry, OK?

But, please, we just have to deal with this now.

Allie, Dr. Abrams from Neurosurgery.

I've asked him to consult on your new imaging.

I'm Grace, Allie's foster mom.

So what I'm seeing is consistent with

progressive Moyamoya disease. Her carotid arteries are...

Are severely narrowed, and I'm not getting

enough blood flow to my brain.

[yawns]

Sorry. This is boring you?

You bore me, Dr. Abrams.

You're reading me a book I've heard before.

Well, forgive the redundancy, young lady,

- but you need surgery. - Oh, I don't think so.

Already had three, and they didn't do jack.

Allie.

The last so-called surgeon

failed to establish perfusion to my left side

and didn't even bother with my right.

Which is why it's still progressing.

Your history is one of endless mini strokes,

and imaging shows some concerning

true strokes as well, and if that's not corrected...

I could die.

You could suffer permanent, life-threatening damage.

- Yes. - Please, save me, Dr. Abrams.

Um, I'd like to restore blood flow

with the direct bypass bilaterally today.

Yeah, but there is one issue.

Well, Allie knew you'd suggest surgery,

so she has a request.

Oh, do tell, Dr. Frost.

Well, she doesn't want her hair cut off.

The kids make fun of her at school.

They call me a freak. I hate it.

All right, that's impossible.

I need the area around the incision to be cleared.

Hair gets in the way, and that's an infection risk.

Unacceptable. I choose death.

DCFS gave signed consent?

- They did. - Good.

OR is booked for 2:00 p.m. See you then.

I'm so sorry about Ms. Goodwin.

Thank you.

It's important to me that you know

I filed the claim yesterday.

OK, so have either of you been through

a misconduct claim before?

No.

I've been sued before, but I've never

been subject to a complaint from a colleague before.

All right, well, it's a multi-step process,

the first of which is to establish

the validity of the claim.

A risk management facilitator will run the proceedings,

and an expert witness in your specific field

will analyze the data, speak to Ms. Sparkman

and decide if it should advance to the next step.

And they should be here momentarily.

In the meantime, Dr. Reese, I'm wondering

if there is a chance that you and Dr. Charles could resolve

this claim between us, you know, here and now.

No, I'd like to proceed.

[phone buzzes]

The facilitator is stuck in traffic.

They send their apologies. I guess...

Don't worry about it, Peter.

You know, there aren't any other psych patients

in this hospital that need my attention right now,

and my best friend in the world's life

isn't hanging by a thread a floor below us.

So, yeah, I have all the time in the world.

No place I'd rather be.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Isn't Allie supposed to be prepping for surgery?

Allie talked a lawyer into petitioning

the ward that greenlit her surgery,

so I've now been forced to cancel it.

Foster kids have rights too.

Allie, I wish you'd reconsider.

You've known me three weeks, Grace.

So please be a peach and butt out.

She won't win, but obviously

protecting her hair seems to be more important

than protecting her own life.

[exhales sharply]

Allie, you need to have this surgery.

This is your fault, too, Dr. Frost.

Me? How do you figure?

You lied to me.

You told me Dr. Abrams

was the number one neurosurgeon in the country.

- I am. - He is.

Not according to the "Northwestern Journal

of Neurological Medicine."

That distinction belongs to a Dr. Harrison DeSocio.

Is he available today?

Those rankings are highly political.

Oh, and you're not very good at politics,

are you, Dr. Abrams. What a profound shock.

As you kids like to say, I'm out.

Allie, is this really about your hair?

I've been told three times by three different doctors

that they'd fix my brain.

Every time they say I have to cut my hair.

Every time they fail, I end up looking like a freak.

The kids at school are happy to point that out.

All my life, I've been the sick kid.

I just want one small piece of it to feel normal.

Well, you know what?

I think that is completely fair.

- You do? - Sure.

When people keep letting you down,

why would you keep believing them, right?

But, hey, I am not going to let you down, Allie,

and neither is Dr. Abrams.

Look, middle school may feel like it's forever,

but it is the blink of an eye

compared to the rest of your life,

which you won't get to see if you don't have this surgery.

♪ ♪

I know it feels right now like you have no choice, I get that.

But, Allie, choice is what lies on the other side

when you are free of this disease.

So come on, please, just drop the petition.

Let us help you.

I'm sorry,

but until you can promise me

that Dr. Abrams won't touch my hair,

my answer is no.

Um, what's a Whipple procedure?

I would take the head off the pancreas,

the first part of the small intestine,

the gallbladder, and the damaged common bile duct,

remove them, repair and reroute her digestive tract

so that it functions normally.

That sounds like a lot.

It is, but it would allow your mother

to live the life she's used to.

Dennis, what do you think?

Sharon's lost a lot of blood.

And if you factor in her diabetes,

the risk of complications is pretty high.

Look, I really would like to move forward.

I've considered all the risks, and this is her best plan.

And what if we didn't do the Whipple?

Without the surgery now,

she would need a biliary drainage bag.

And due to complications associated with that,

it's likely she wouldn't be able to eat by mouth again

for the rest of her life.

Her life is our primary concern.

And mine.

But if drainage fails, I wouldn't be able

to get back in for at least a year

or longer because of the scar tissue

from the injury, so...

I can't risk losing mom.

No Whipple.

Of course. Of course, I understand.

Look, look, I know that this is frustrating.

When the hell did everybody stop

listening to me around here?

They're just afraid, Dean. Everyone is.

Yeah, well, Ms. Goodwin is going to pay

the price for that fear.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Dissect here with the right angle.

Wait, stop. What is that?

- [fluid whooshing] - Biliary drain is dislodged.

The common bile duct is totally transected at the ampulla.

Bile from her liver, pancreatic enzymes

are leaking everywhere in the back wall of the bile duct.

Draining her isn't going to work.

So we'll have to reattach the duct over a stent.

No, no.

The damage to the pancreas and the ampulla,

it'll just happen all over again.

[soft suspenseful music]

We have to do the Whipple.

We already need to reattach the duct.

It would be irresponsible not to do the entire procedure.

Dr. Archer, we need Tara's permission

if we're going to be changing course.

No, actually we don't.

It's part of all the other indicated procedures

on the current consent.

She and Dr. Washington were very clear that...

Ms. Goodwin is not going to spend the rest of her life

attached to a bag and an IV.

It's my call, we're doing it.

Hand me the clip and plier.

Hey. Where's Grace?

Off finding me Jell-O. She thinks I'm 6.

[chuckles]

I take it you're not her biggest fan, huh?

She's fine, actually.

But she'll be gone in a few months.

They always go.

Did you talk to Dr. Abrams?

I did, yes.

But he is not willing to compromise the surgery.

And, Allie, look, I totally understand.

I mean, he's just trying to protect you.

I don't like him.

I think you might.

Look, Allie, I know a lot of surgeons

have made you promises that they couldn't keep,

but Dr. Abrams is not one of them.

All right? I have full confidence

that he will succeed where others have failed.

Sorry, no dice.

Yeah, I thought you might say that,

which is why I brought you this.

I'm not going to let you cut my hair either.

It took forever to grow it back out after my last surgery.

Yeah, I bet.

But this is me trying to make your situation 1% fairer.

I can't make middle school kids nicer, all right?

But I can make sure that you don't go through this alone.

So here's the deal,

whatever Dr. Abrams does to your hair,

you can also do to mine.

- If I'm bald, you're bald. - Oh, even better.

You get to be the one that makes me bald.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[razor buzzes]

The other doctors will make fun of you.

Oh, trust me when I say they already do, so...

[chuckles]

So? Deal?

Deal.

Yes.

- All right. - Yeah.

Dr. Cuevas, did you assess Ariel Sparkman earlier today?

I did.

She adamantly maintained

that yesterday's overdose was accidental.

Do you think Ariel is being truthful?

She certainly appears to believe it.

But?

Well, her behavior is undeniable.

She took 12 pills she believes to be antidepressants

when her prescribed dose is only one,

and I certainly observed a great deal of anxiety

in my conversation with her,

and in light of her two suicide attempts...

Two suicide attempts?

Yes, the first was about eight months ago,

plus the incident from yesterday morning.

Hold on, I'm sorry, Dr. Cuevas,

but not only do you work here, you report to Dr. Charles?

This is a clear conflict of interest.

Point taken, Dr. Reese,

but Dr. Cuevas is just an expert witness.

She doesn't decide the case.

And, quite frankly, given the urgency

with which you filed your petition,

it was our only option given such short notice.

Mm.

Please continue, Dr. Cuevas.

Ariel is upset because she can't see Dr. Reese

while on her 72-hour cycle because

Dr. Reese's Gaffney privileges were revoked

by Dr. Charles last night.

But she is infuriated she's being denied

her citalopram dose today when...

Wait. I'm sorry, Dr. Cuevas.

You said she was infuriated that she was denied her...

her dose today?

I told her this morning that

she had been taking sugar pills for seven months.

Wait, you broke the placebo?

Yes, because she deserved to know.

I'm sorry, am I the only one who's lost here?

Wait, wait, so I interviewed this morning in an attempt

to get some clarity on why she took 12 antidepressants.

So what we're saying is that even though

she knew they were placebo, she asked for them again?

Maybe she didn't believe you.

Or more likely...

she forgot you told her.

Exactly.

I'm thinking EML, episodic memory loss.

Which would explain why she didn't remember

taking so many pills.

Yeah, she was confused because, well,

she couldn't remember.

Maybe even a little embarrassed.

So that's the name she gave it

to make sense of it that it was an accident.

Which means she isn't depressed

and something else is causing her memory loss.

That's right, and the root causes of EML

can be very serious, so we need to figure this out.

So are we good? Are we done here?

♪ ♪

Clear the room, please.

- Sure. - OK.

[vitals monitors beeping]

Tara and Dennis are asking for an update.

It's all good. Kai's closing her up,

and then we're taking her to surgical ICU.

All right, good. They'll be happy to hear that.

I can't believe we just did a trauma Whipple.

Make sure you're closing her right.

Take 1 centimeter by 1 centimeter

bites of fascia.

We don't want a hernia after all the work we've done.

This isn't my first abdominal closure.

[tool clacks]

[alarms beeping]

- What the hell was that? - Pulse ox is dropping.

Almost done here.

Dean, she's more difficult to ventilate now.

Peak pressures are high.

Her X-ray showed broken ribs on the right side.

Right.

Marty, what do you hear?

No sound on the right side.

Trachea's deviated.

She's got a tension pneumothorax.

- All right, needle her. - She's in asystole.

14 gauge Angiocath and get the crash cart.

Damn it. Push epi!

[monitors flatlining and beeping]

I'll take over compressions.

- Epi's in. - All right, pulse check.

No pulse. Still asystole.

Move over.

Another round of epi.

Come on, Ms. Goodwin. Come on. Come on.

Ms. Goodwin is on her way to the ICU.

She's going to be OK.

[soft music]

Thank you, Dean.

- I owe you everything. - Oh, you owe me nothing.

We all wanted the same thing.

Thank you for saving my mom.

♪ ♪

Graves' disease? No way.

Physical presentation doesn't match.

Oh, well, that's the end of that.

What does that mean?

That you always have to be right.

I am wrong all the time.

Don't give me that fake mea culpa BS.

One of your best moves.

Close cousin to the double-edged compliment...

you build me up and then tear me right back down.

I might have pushed you hard on occasion

because I believed in you, but tear you down?

Give me one example?

You called me insubordinate and reckless

for using exposure therapy on a patient.

Could that have been the time when you let a patient,

who had been having recurring visions

of stabbing his wife to death, put a knife to your throat?

Not walking that one back.

My point is you did not trust me to decide

- how much was too much. - Trust you to decide.

It was the third or fourth time you'd crossed that line.

What line?

The line where what was going on in your own life

compelled you to overpersonalize

your treatment of patients and put yourself in danger.

- I almost fired you. - Well, I was a kid, OK?

I was still learning.

And you're one to tell me about crossing lines.

You? You gave Tic Tacs to patients

on more than one occasion and just told them...

Completely different, and you know it.

How? Because the only difference

is that it's coming out of your mouth.

Only you get to decide how far is too far,

and you just move the line whenever it suits you.

And this placebo situation is no different.

Let's just say that we're right

about episodic memory loss.

OK, well, when did it start?

How often did it happen? Who cares?

You kept prescribing a fake antidepressant

to somebody who is suicidal.

Ariel tried to commit suicide while she was on citalopram.

And you and I both know that one of the most

dangerous proven possible side effects of SSRIs

is suicidal ideation.

OK?

So I had a hunch that the pills were responsible,

but Ariel deeply believed they were helping her,

so I consulted my colleagues

and several significant new studies

and switched her to a placebo.

Yes, without telling her.

But guess what? It worked.

Why didn't you tell me all this before?

Your voice

stayed in my head for so long after I left here,

and I just went on second guessing myself,

like I couldn't do anything right

unless you were there to tell me so.

So when I learned Ariel had been brought to Gaffney,

I was admittedly a little anxious and...

and then also excited because

I realized I missed you.

But then you just went right back in

with your questions and your judgments

and I just felt like a little kid again, OK?

And I hated it.

You want to know the real reason why

I could never bring myself to fire you,

and why I kept you around? The real reason?

It's because you were right so much.

And I don't mean right in a, oh, that's a sharp kid.

She's going to make a great shrink one day.

I mean, in a complex,

diagnostic, like, why didn't I think of that kind of way.

- Yeah, right. - You don't believe me?

How about the depressed florist

who you figured out just had Addison's?

The lawyer couple

who were intent on murdering each other until you...

Wait.

Could Ariel have Addison's?

Sodium levels are a big red flag for Addison's,

and hers... hers were normal.

Yes, but she's been craving salty foods.

Maybe because her body is trying to correct

its low sodium levels?

I mean, Addison's and depression certainly fits.

Why don't we do a ACTH stimulation,

and if we're right, put her on prednisone right away?

[phone buzzes]

[sighs] Sharon's going to be OK.

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

- Maggie? - Yeah.

[tense music]

Wait.

She's going to live.

She's strong.

Stronger than you'll ever be.

Remember that.

♪ ♪

[knocking on door]

How'd you get the best room in the house?

[chuckles]

Peter Kalmick, close personal friend.

Oh, yeah? I know him too.

Hey.

I really thought we were going to lose her.

Oh, man. Tell me about it.

You're not going to get rid of me for a good long time.

- Good. - [chuckles]

Because I need you more than you know.

Mm-hmm.

- You know what? - Mm?

I actually have a little surprise for you.

Wait a minute.

How much morphine are they giving me?

[laughs] Sarah Reese?

It's good to see you, Ms. Goodwin.

I'm so glad you're here.

So who's next, Will Halstead?

[quiet laughter]

Why are you looking at me like that, Daniel?

You scared the crap out of me.

Please don't do it again.

I don't intend to.

Anything you need, anything I can get you?

Yeah, could you tell Dr. Archer

that I'd like to see him, please?

I'm, like, fixed?

No more surgeries?

No more surgeries.

That's wonderful news.

And Dr. Abrams knocked it out of the park.

I'm so glad you think so, Dr. Frost,

but I do hope the queen is also pleased?

It depends.

Did you cut my hair off?

Of course I did. I'm a professional.

Then you better get your hair buzzer ready.

A promise is a promise, right?

All right, let's skip the bonding.

I got a surgery, and I need to check these incisions.

[soft music]

♪ ♪

[laughs softly]

Looks like your freak days are done, huh?

You look lovely.

So...

I didn't cut your hair at all.

I used the braids to part it along the incision lines,

so it'll take about a week to heal,

but when it does, you can let your hair down

and no one will be the wiser.

It was your idea?

Well, it was Dr. Frost's idea.

A safe, but ridiculous solution.

[exhales]

Nice braiding.

Do you have a daughter?

I do.

And I also have three older sisters who

forced me to braid their hair when I was growing up.

Do you think they sometimes wish they were related

to the number one neurosurgeon in the country

instead of just you?

[snickers]

But fourth place isn't bad.

♪ ♪

Can you tell him thank you for me?

You just did.

[both chuckle]

Well, one Sharon Goodwin was certainly happy to see you.

Look, I didn't mean everything I said earlier.

Well, you meant some of it.

I mean, at least I hope you did.

I needed to hear it.

Listen,

you're an excellent psychiatrist,

and if I ever did anything to make you feel otherwise,

I sincerely apologize.

I'm so glad that you set me on this path,

and I will be forever grateful.

Want to come work for me again?

Absolutely not.

Want to grab a couple dogs at Gene and Jude's someday?

- Absolutely. - Excellent.

♪ ♪

[knocks]

Yeah?

Hey.

Oh, hi.

How you doing?

- I'm good. - Yeah?

I am so sorry that I spaced out on our appointment.

Oh.

Anyway, I cannot believe that Carl, what,

he played hooky for your first session?

Shrinks.

They're unbelievable.

How do you mean?

Well, you had this incredibly crazy day.

I mean, I know that you and Ms. Goodwin,

you're really tight.

Oh, yeah.

Well, at least she's going to be OK.

That's good, but, you know, you don't have to be.

This... it's a lot.

You know, I really appreciate you saying that.

And, yeah, man, upsetting.

But look, her physical injuries are one thing, right?

But it's, like, the emotional trauma, that's...

that's going to be the tricky part.

Mm.

Well, and on top of everything else,

there's that rumor that's going around.

What rumor?

Well, apparently your curly-haired protégé

dragged you in front of a military tribunal.

A military tribunal?

We figured it out. Yeah, it's fine.

Look, this may be incredibly presumptuous of me,

but I think that if the person you normally download to

is currently in intensive care,

maybe I can be the one to check in on you?

You know, like, how friends do?

You know what?

That is incredibly thoughtful of you, really.

I just think that what I need to do right now is I just,

I don't know, I need a little...

quiet time to process all this crap, you know?

I totally get it.

I appreciate your understanding,

and it's so nice of you to come down here.

- I'm here if you need me. - Thank you.

Thank you so much.

♪ ♪

[door clicks]

Wait, Jackie?

Do you mind just before you go

saying a quick hello to another friend of mine?

Oh, that guy?

Yeah, we go way back.

♪ ♪

You think I'd be a better patient,

but I just cannot stand sitting around.

Well, you did almost just die,

so maybe give yourself a little break.

[knocks]

Where is everybody?

Well, Dr. Asher here is babysitting me

while Tara and Dennis grab some dinner downstairs.

Mm.

I'll give you two a minute.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

[whistles] Whew.

The VIP presidential suite.

Man, Kalmick is... he's really treating you right.

Yeah, he is.

So, be honest with me...

how close did I come?

Candidly, I'd say you had one foot firmly in the grave.

Whew.

Thank you for your candor. [chuckles]

I don't know how much you remember.

Everything.

But, mostly, I remember your voice

over me as I was drifting away,

so I knew I still had a chance.

I'm just glad I got there when I did.

You not only saved my life,

but you saved my ability to live it the way I want to.

You deserve that, Ms. Goodwin.

Oh, we are so beyond that.

Sharon, please.

OK, Sharon.

You know what else I deserve?

You tearing up your resignation.

Yes, Tara found your letter in my office.

Yeah, that's a conversation for another day.

No, no, it's a conversation for now.

♪ ♪

[sighs] Boy.

I want you to promise me that you'll stay.

This is highly manipulative,

given you just narrowly escaped death and all.

Highly manipulative.

But Gaffney needs you, Dean.

[chuckles]

So do I.

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]