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Previously on Doc...

- Dr. Larsen has no recollection
of the last 8 years.

Katie, she's been
through a lot.

- Everyone says that
I put up walls.

Did I do that with you?

I'm gonna make it up to you.

- Me and Amy were together.
I wanna tell her.

- So you want me
to back your play?

Six weeks ago she woke up still
in love with her husband.

- There's something
I need to tell you.

Nora and I are having a baby.

(tense music)

(loud chatter, funky music)

(beeping)

- Shoot, sorry, sorry.
Uh, gimme one sec.

(beeping)

(blipping)

- Are you sick or something?

- Uh, it's a long story.

- I just had my tongue
down your throat, so

how about the short version.
(indistinct arguing)

(girl): It's not worth it!
Come on!

(grunting)
(girl): Guys!

Stop!
- What the hell, man?

- I can't be here for this.
- Dude, you gotta chill.

- No, I mean it. I really
have to go. Sorry.

(gasps)
(glass breaking)

- Chloe?!
- Alright party's over.

Campus security is on its way.

- Chloe, are you okay?

- I'm fine.
(panting)

- Oh my God.
- What?

- Don't you feel that?

- Okay. There's something
I should probably tell you.

(suspenseful music)

(inhales deeply)

- Hmm.

(gentle music)

(birds chirping)

Oh. Hi, Sweetheart.

- Are you gonna stand
out here all morning,

or you wanna come in?

- So, your dad and Nora?

- Hit the farmer's
market Saturdays.

- Okay.
(exhales)

(murmurs)

Well, probably for the best
that it's just you and me.

Hasn't changed much.

- So, how's this
supposed to work?

You just walk around and
the memories come flooding back?

- That's the hope.

- Well, if you need
me, I'll be here.

(chuckles softly)

(inhales deeply)

(tender music)

You want some company
for this part?

- It's like a shrine in here.

- You wouldn't let
anyone touch it.

- But what about after I left?

- Not sure Dad
could face it alone.

Easier just to close the door.

(sighs)

- Can't say that I blame him.

- I take it the tour
didn't work?

- Lots of memories.

Just no new ones.

- But you're okay?

Sweetheart, I don't want you
to worry about me.

It's hard, yeah,

but I'm not gonna
fall apart again.

Come here.

It's okay.

- This is Amy. Leave a message.

(beep)

- I applaud your
commitment to the cause,

but you can't ignore me forever.

I'm in the office today.
Find me, will you?

We need to talk.

- Dr. Walker,
Ned Lenczyk is here.

- I know he doesn't have
an appointment on a Saturday.

- Does he need one?
His uncle pays our salaries.

- Ned, what a lovely surprise.
What can I do for you today?

- Cancel your whole schedule.

I need a full neurological
assessment with exam

and imaging. I've got
persistent cranial throbbing.

- So, a headache.

- More likely a brain tumor.

I've also got some nausea,
weakness in the left leg

and a bout of IBS.

- I have to ask: Are you dealing
with any unusual

stress this week?

- Don't do that. My head needs
scanning, not shrinking.

- I'm a neuropsychiatrist, Ned.
It's sort of a two-for-one deal.

- Look, are you going to order
the tests or not?

Because I'm happy
to call my uncle.

- I'll gladly admit you
for observation, but my terms

are the same as always:
in between tests,

you sit for a session or two.

- Fine. But the only thing
you'll find inside my head

is a tumor.

(sighs)

(distant indistinct chatter)

- Hey, one of those for me?

- Maybe next time.

- Ouch. Now I don't feel so bad
for taking Gina's VIP patient.

- What VIP patient?

- So, Ned Lenczyk
has a headache.

- He's still at it?

- Yup. Think I should've
warned TJ?

- No; it's a rite of passage.

Here, for the other day.

- Oh, look at you. Remembered
my order and everything.

- Well, you know, steel trap.

- What time is it? Weren't you
supposed to round earlier?

- Yeah, Richard let me switch.

I had to go
to my old house--

Michael's house.
Exposure therapy.

- Ah. Uh, so, how are
things between you two?

- He's married, he's having a
baby, end of story.

But it's okay. From today,
I'm looking forward, not back.

- Cheers, I'll drink to that.

Now, hurry up. We got a unicorn
that walked in last night.

18-year-old woman with CIP.

- What?

- That was a nasty
laceration, but

fortunately there's
no neuro-vascular damage

and Plastics says you should
be good as new in about 6 weeks.

- Well, I don't know about that
'cause my social life

flatlined several hours ago.

- I guess "inability to feel
pain" is quite the party trick?

- Yeah, well, my date
took one look at me

and ran for the hills, so...

not expecting a call
any time soon.

- Oh God, Chloe.

What happened? Are you okay?
- Dad, I'm fine. I'm fine.

I didn't mean to scare you.
I'm sorry.

See? They patched me all up.
- Then why did they admit you?

- She has an elevated white
count and a fever of 102,

which suggest--

- A serious infection. Yeah.

You think it's her hand?

- No. No, bloodwork
indicates the infection's

likely a few weeks old.

- But my fever didn't start
till last night.

- And you went to a party?

- It was only 99.3!

And I'm not supposed to freak
out unless it's over 100.

It's the first thing I asked
them to check when I got here.

- So what is causing this, then?

- If it's another injury,
it's not one we can see.

There's no cellulitis
or sores on the skin.

A little swelling
maybe in the left knee.

- Have you had any recent
incidents or accidents?

- No, nothing.

- Any loss of appetite?

- She never had one.
(sighs)

No sense of smell
or hunger pangs.

- Um, any travel
outside the country?

- College is the farthest
I've been,

and it's an hour away from home.

Have I been unhelpful enough?

- Don't worry; it's our job
to have the answers, not yours.

Just sit tight, and we'll
get you over to radiology

as soon as we can.

- Can I speak with you
both a moment?

- Yeah.

(tense music)

- Look. I've spent
most of my life waiting

for this phone call.
And that girl in there,

she's my whole world.

- We know, believe me.

- A fever for any other
kid means Tylenol.

For Chloe?

It means you have days,
maybe even hours,

to find out what's wrong
before it kills her.

- Look, Mr. Carlson,
we got you. Both of you.

(tense music)

(gentle music)

(door closes)

- So, what do you think?

Enough counter space
for pizza night?

- Looks like a magazine.

- Um, Incredible view.

But! Who needs windows when you
have 400 channels on DirecTV?

- Can I just see my room?

- Yeah!

That's the best part.

Here we are.

Big bed, walk-in closet,
and your own bathroom!

- That's cool, I guess.

It's kind of a blank canvas.
But I wanted you

to be able to decorate it
yourself, so...

- It's nice, Mom, really.

- I know it must feel weird,
but it's gonna be great.

You'll see.

- I'm gonna go get my suitcases.

- I'll get them. I'll bring them
in here. You just relax.

- Okay.

- So, how'd it go?

- It was good. I mean,
no memories, but she was good.

I think she's really trying
to accept all this and move on.

- That's great
to hear, sweetheart.

Even with the pregnancy
book on the couch.

- I'm sure that was an accident.

But this place was bound
to have some triggers.

- I know. It's just...

it must be weird and lonely
for her, is all.

- We're doing all we can.

- Are we, 'cause...

I've been thinking.
What would you say

if I went to live with her?

- Um...

(soft music)

I'd say it's not
your job to fix her.

And I don't want to see you
hurt, like last time.

- Well, it won't be
like last time.

- I know she's trying really
hard, but you can't know that.

- Well, what if I want
to find out?

And this way, you and Nora
can use my room for the baby.

Win-win.

(MRI humming)

- Chloe, you're doing great.
We're almost done here.

- So, labs show elevated
ESR and CRP,

but there's no bacterial growth.

- So the infection's likely
not in the blood.

- And it's not in her bones,
survey found two older

fractures, both healed
a little funky,

but neither show infection.
And her chest X-ray's clean.

- Which means
we're oh-for-three.

- Four. Like, there's no
way this knee's septic.

- Okay, so we need to zoom out
here, think about other systems

that can harbor infection.
It's not the bones, blood,

or respiratory, that leaves--

(Amy): Cardiac, renal, G.I.,
(retching)

G.U., um, nervous systems.

- Chloe? You okay in there?

(retching)
- Don't tell me she's gonna--

(vomits, coughs)

(groans)
- Clean up on aisle five.

Thanks.

(Chloe sighs)

(indistinct announcement
over PA)

- She's tachycardic,
and her vitals have been soft.

I think we should get a TTE
just to rule out endocarditis.

- Yeah, and get her on
broad-spectrum antibiotics,

just to be safe.
But with the vomiting,

I would concentrate
on the G.I. issues.

It could be bowel perforation,
obstruction, abscess--

- Okay, gross.
- I know it sounds bad,

but this is actually
a good thing.

we finally have a clue
where to look.

- Sorry, Chloe, we need
to get one more CT.

(groans)

- What is taking so long
in there?

Where are we, Canada?

- There are only two MRI
machines, Mr. Lenczyk.

We will get you in soon.

- Is there a reason I was
just paged to Radiology?

- Yeah, the intern you
stuck me with keeps

letting other patients
skip the line.

- As I'm sure Dr. Coleman
explained, more emergent

cases take priority.
If they bumped you,

it's because whoever's
in there is very sick.

- What, and I'm not?

Wait a minute. What do they
have? Is it contagious?

- Oh, only one way to find out.

- Nice to see you, Ned.

- And you too, Dr. Larsen.

We live to cheat death
another day.

- Amy, wait!

I've been calling you.

- Sorry, busy morning.

- Yeah, I know. How'd it go?

- Uh, well, I can't say
I love her taste in wallpaper,

but you know,
I don't have to live there.

- You wanna tell me how
you really feel?

- Oh, now we're telling
each other everything?

- This is about the pregnancy?

- You could've told me
that Michael is having

a baby with another woman!

- He asked me not to say
anything until he was ready.

- So your allegiance is to him?

- Of course not! But, honestly,

I wasn't sure
how you would take it.

- Oh, so you just let
him blindside me?

- I was trying to do what
was best for you.

- Yeah, well, you failed.

(tense music)

(Chloe): So what,
this is my fault?

- I'm not saying that, Chloe,

but you need to manage
your condition.

- I am! Why do you think I had
my thermometer at the party?

- Everything okay in here?

(both): No!

- One semester into freshman
year and she's in the hospital.

- For the last time, I'm doing
everything I'm supposed to.

- You're not even eating
the way you're supposed to,

you musta lost 15 pounds.

- You've lost weight?

- I've lost
a jean size, at best.

And I like the way I look!
(scoffs)

- Never should've agreed
to let you go away for school.

When this is over,
you're coming home.

- No, you promised me a chance

to be a normal college student.

- And you had one.

But you aren't like other kids.

(tense music)

- Chloe, stop! Stop,
stop, stop! Oh.

- Sorry, I didn't know.

- This is what
I mean, sweetheart.

You can't be on your own.

(gentle piano music)

(storm raging outside)

(door bangs)

(wind gusting)

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

- Hey, kiddo.

I'm just checking in on you.
Is Mom home yet?

- No. She's still
at the hospital.

- You must be hungry.
Did she say when she'd be there?

- I'm not sure, but she ordered
me Chinese and she said

the doorman would bring it up
so I don't have to worry.

- Do you feel weird
being there alone?

- I don't know.

Kind of.

- Okay, well, I'm gonna
call her and tell her

she needs to get over there.

- Please don't!

That's just gonna make her mad.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah. I just have
to get used to it.

- Okay, well, call me if you
need anything, okay?

- Okay. Thanks, Dad.

(tense music)

- I don't know how much more
of this I can take.

There is absolutely nothing
wrong with Ned Lenczyk.

And still, he claims
to feel every ache,

every twinge, every cramp--

- Okay, well, at least your
patient feels something.

Ours can't articulate a single
symptom. All we have to go on

is a rising temperature,
mild hypotension,

and intermittent vomiting.

- Plus weight loss, although
that seems to be intentional.

- Still, can't hurt
to check cancer markers

typical in women her age.
- Way ahead of you, Buddy.

She's negative for all
tumor DNA or protein tests.

- And before you say it,

we checked: it's not viral
or autoimmune.

- Hmm.

Suddenly my case
doesn't seem so bad.

- Fever's over 103,

despite cooling blankets
and iced saline bags.

At the rate she's going,
she'll be in renal

or respiratory failure by
midnight. We need a Hail Mary.

- Well, what if we do
a full-body PET scan,

nuclear study?
It'll pinpoint the areas

of high metabolic activity.

- Gonna be a lotta
false positives.

- Well, anybody have
a better idea?

- You know, I'd like to go back
to that first hospitalization

when you were 8.

- There's nothing to talk about.

- You said you were
in the hospital for a week

before they realized
it was strep?

Must have been pretty scary.

- Not as scary as a brain tumor.

We've scanned your brain six
ways to Sunday, Ned.

There is no tumor.

- Yeah, well, what about
this intermittent chest pain?

- I can have Dr. Coleman do an
EKG and monitor you overnight,

but that's only gonna keep you
on my couch for longer.

- Fine. And you're wrong
about the strep.

It wasn't scary; it was great.

My mom cancelled her business
trip to be with me,

We played cards, watched TV,

and I ate nothing but
orange sherbet for a week.

- You said both your
parents worked a lot

when you were growing up?

- And?

- And when you were
sick, they didn't.

- Well, you did it, Freud.
You cracked the case.

This is all just a massive cry
for attention.

(exhales deeply)

(harrumphs)

(tense music)

- That's a lot of areas
we've gotta biopsy.

- Looks like it might
be a late night.

- Yup.

- Aspirating all the fluid
in this pocket.

- Almost done, Chloe. These are
the last samples that we need.

(machines beeping)

No purulence. It's likely
just an old hematoma,

but I'll double-check
for occult infection.

- I've got a small amount
of blood from the pleural space.

It's warm, but that could
just be the fever.

- Lymph node looks reactive
and non-pathological.

- So, none of these are
the source of her infection?

- We don't know yet.
Let's go ahead and run aerobic,

anaerobic, and fungal
cultures on all the biopsies.

Send the tissue samples
off to Pathology as well.

- And how long will that take?
- I'll walk them over myself,

fast-track the results.

Meanwhile, I think we should
let Chloe rest.

- Go, Dad. I need sleep, anyway.

- I'm not going anywhere.

(indistinct chatter,
hospital noise OS)

(footsteps approaching)

- Just waiting on Pathology
and Micro to get back to us

with some answers.
So, nothing to do now but wait.

(phone chimes)

- Oh.

I hate to do this to you,
but I'm supposed to meet Katie.

I-I-you know what, I can go for
a few hours and then

I'll just come back
after she goes to bed.

- No, no, you've racked up
enough overtime for both of us.

You go; I'll give you a call
if her fever gets any worse.

(indistinct chatter,
hospital noise OS)

Glad to see someone can
sleep in those chairs.

- It's not his first rodeo.

Being my Dad
kinda wears a guy out.

Well, don't worry.
That's not just you.

My daughter, she's 5
and from the moment

I knew she was coming,
I started worrying

and I haven't stopped yet.

- It's different. He has to feel
all the pain, for both of us.

- Yeah. Can't imagine this has
been easy for you either.

- For as long as I can remember,

leaving the house
has been a minefield.

All the things normal people
can do, I can't.

Sleep at a friends,
and go for a bike ride.

Cook an omelet.

My life's like a bad remake
of "Final Destination."

I mean, I once overheard
a doctor tell him

I'd be lucky to see 25.

- No.

The way he looked after you,

the way you've been looking
after yourself now,

I don't buy that.
Not for a second.

- I don't know...

maybe my Dad's right.

There's no way I could ever
be careful enough.

- Chloe, you can't let yourself
start thinking that way.

- It's easy to say but,

you still don't know what's
wrong with me.

I'm a ticking
time bomb.

(somber music)

Right?

- Katy, I'm home!
They were out of garlic knots

but I got everything else.

Uh, hi. What are you doing here?

- I made dinner.

- I have dinner.

- It's 9 o'clock on a school
night, Amy.

Katie called me. She didn't
want to eat alone. Again.

(keys clattering)

- Right.

I bet you loved
playing the hero.

- You think I like having
to pick up your slack?

- Sorry, I don't have a job
where I can clock out at five.

- Don't do that.
Don't attack my job!

- Don't attack my parenting!
Our daughter's not neglected.

She gets everything she needs!

- She needs you, Amy.

Not Doordash and a doorman.

- No?
- No.

- I am doing my best!

- Well, your best
isn't good enough!

- What should I do, Michael?
- Get here before 9 o'clock!

- Should I quit my job?
Just go back to the 50s?

- Figure out a way to be
here for your daughter.

- You would just take
any opportunity to be

just a condescending ass.

Don't choke! Don't choke!

(squeals)

(giggling)

I thought you said you were
getting better at this?

Do you want me to prescribe you
something for your shaky hands?

- Oh, maybe I'm just
letting you win.

(timer ringing)

- Hold that thought. Brownies.

- You know, it looks
really good in here.

More you.
Less Patrick Bateman.

- I've been trying
to liven it up.

- You know what might help
with that?

A roommate.

- You--you want to move in here?

- Is that crazy? If that's
crazy, like we can just--

- No, duh, I--of course
I want you to live here!

That's--that's all I want.

Oh! Really?

Oh, I'm so happy.
I could do a TikTak dance.

- No! No! TikTok! God, Mom,
don't make me regret this.

- Oh, sorry. Okay.

Are you sure your Dad's
okay with this?

- Why wouldn't he be?

- There's more salmon
if you want it.

- Oh, I'm good.

(sighs)

- Look, I know that
Katie's announcement

must have thrown you, Babe.

I'll miss her too.

- Yeah, I guess just not ready
for an empty nest.

- Well, it won't
be empty for long.

- Can we just have one
conversation

that's not about the baby?

- Whoa.

Where did that come from?

- I don't know. Maybe if you
hadn't mentioned

the nursery every two seconds,

Katie wouldn't have
felt squeezed out.

- No, you are not putting
this on me.

I'm not the one who couldn't
make room.

I wanted to move to a different
house.

I wanted to give our
family a fresh start.

You're the one who wanted
to live in a mausoleum!

(breathes shakily)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
for it to come out like that.

(somber music)

(sighs)

(monitor beeping))

- Amy, nice of you to join us.

- Morning, everybody.

- Dr. Heller briefed
me on Chloe's case.

Given its complexity,
and the lack of clear source

from Micro--

- Fluid and tissue
were all normal?

- Afraid so.

I figured fresh eyes
couldn't hurt.

- Thank you, Sir. We need all
the eyes we can get.

You hear that, Chloe? Chief's
here. You're in good hands.

- Dad?

(strained breathing)

- How long has she been
breathing like that?

- About an hour. Fever crossed
104 this morning.

- Which is why we've
placed a Foley catheter.

We started cold fluid infusion.
Try and get her temp down.

- What is it, Chloe?

Does she seem like she's
sitting differently today?

- Here. Would you say that
the range of motion of your neck

feels restricted?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Can you open your eyes
just a little for me?

(tense music)

Sensitivity to light.

- What does that mean?
- Could be meningitis.

- Or it could just be a migraine
she can't feel.

Possibly caused by sepsis.

- No. Early-stage infection
of the nervous system

is hard to detect, even with
a patient can feel pain.

- PET scan could have missed it.

- We need a brain CT,
a spinal MRI,

and a lumbar puncture
to confirm it.

Let's get her down
to Radiology now.

(Chloe moaning)

- This is a waste of time.
- So you've said.

But it was the price
of admission, remember?

And since there's no
discernible cause

for your headache
or chest pain--

- What about the abdominal
pain this morning, hm?

We haven't seen my CT yet.

- You know what I see here?

A pattern. This year alone,
you've come in for back pain,

suspected ulcers,
and I quote: "Tingly knees."

- That could've been MS!

- But it wasn't, Ned.
It never is.

So maybe it's time
we start talking about

what's really going on here.

- I have told you
what is going on.

I am suffering
from abdominal pain.

- I'm gonna tell you
something about myself.

- Is that allowed?

(chuckles)

- When I was in my early 30s,
I dated a guy. Name was Blake.

He was funny. Smart. Sexy.

He proposed. We got married.

- And now you have 4 kids
and you live on a farmhouse

where you make your
own artisanal cider.

- Actually, now I live
downtown with my wife.

- Well, I didn't
see that coming.

- Right.

But I did.

The picket fence and the guy.

That was the story I told myself

so I wouldn't have to face who I
really was. But then I did.

And you know what? I was okay.

Better than okay. Because
whatever I was worried about,

it never came to pass.

- Dr. Walker, can I speak
with you?

- You found something,
didn't you?

- CT showed a mass
in your stomach.

- I knew it!

- Is it cancer?
- No reason to think so,

but we'll need
to conduct an endoscopy

and a possible biopsy to say
for sure. At the very least,

the obstruction could be
what's causing your--

- Gastric headache
and chest pain.

- You still think I'm
the boy who cried wolf?

- Dr. Heller. Um,

how long does it take to confirm
it's actually meningitis?

- The CSF cultures, that takes
a little bit of time, but

imaging should be back shortly.
Yeah, we'll know more soon.

(woman announcing on PA):
We need an emergency airway

cart Room 618, Room 618.

- That's Chloe's room!
- Hey, hey, hey!

- What's happening?
- Mr. Carlson,

I need to go help Chloe.
I need you to stay here.

(announcement over PA):
Code Blue! Code Blue!

We need an emergency
airway cart in Room 618.

(tense music)

- So, who's going on Saturday?

Will Kayla be there?

- No, Mom.

-Why not? She's your
best friend.

- Clara's my best friend.
I haven't spoken to Kayla

since that incident
at the skating rink.

(music playing on radio)

You have no idea what I'm
talking about, do you?

- Well, I guess I forgot.

- I'm gonna go set the table.

(phone chimes)

Is that work?

- Um...

it's just lab results.

Yeah, they'll call me
if they need me.

(phone ringing)

- Get it.

Dr. Larsen.

- Yeah, I saw.
How's his O2 saturation?

No, Dr. Schubert's at an event.

No, I'll come. I'll be there
as soon as I can.

Okay.

(Amy sighs)

Sorry, sweetheart. Get your bag.
I'll drop you at Dad's.

But what about that math test
I have to study for?

You can't seriously
be doing this right now.

- Okay, well, apparently you
also can't be alone!

So, I mean, what is it
that you want me to do?

(downbeat music)

Katie!

We're running out of time.

Her temperature drop wasn't
a response to medication;

it was a sign of sepsis.

- Her body's shutting down.

- Rising creatinine levels
suggest kidney failure is next.

It could be a matter of hours.

- And yet we still have
absolutely no clue

what's going on.
- Doesn't make sense.

We've imaged everything.
Bloodwork, biopsies,

there is nothing to see here.

- Maybe it isn't about what we
can see...

but what we can't.

Her appendix.
Or where it should be.

Yeah, that's normal.
An abdominal CT can miss

the appendix on
someone with as little

body fat as Chloe.
- Exactly.

- If you can't see the appendix,
you can't see appendicitis.

- Appendicitis takes days.
She's had this for weeks.

- Well, it's rare,
but I mean, it's possible.

Think about it: the two most
pronounced symptoms

are lower-right quadrant pain
and periumbilical pain.

Chloe wouldn't have either.

(sighs)

- Fever, vomiting,
light-sensitivity--

Stiffness. It wasn't her
spine; it was her abdomen.

She just couldn't tell.
But if she's already in sepsis--

- It's already burst.

- You're right. We need
an ultrasound now.

(woman): Nurses' station.

- Page Dr. Voigt, and clear
an O.R., right away!

(knocking)

- Good news, Ned.
Surgeons removed the mass

during your endoscopy
and concluded

you did not need a biopsy.

- Well, how do we know
it's not cancerous?

- Ah, have you been eating
an unusual amount

of Konjac noodles?

- They're a superfood.

- They're super-fibrous,
that's for sure.

And the way you've been inhaling
them, they congealed,

obstructed your GI system.

- You're saying
this was self-inflicted?

- I'm saying the next time you
feel like pasta, try spaghetti.

- Well, let me guess.
You're here to gloat?

- No.

Believe it or not, you and I
want the same thing,

for you to live a long,
healthy life.

Managing your health-anxiety
is part of that,

but I can't do it
without your help.

- The story I tell myself
is that I'm sick.

That's what you were saying,
right? When you

shared your autobiography.

It is.

- You know, I think you may
be on to something.

(gentle music)

I don't know why I'm this way.

I may not ever know.

- Doesn't always matter why.

Only matters that you
want to change.

So, would you like to work
with me and try and enjoy

the one life you've got?

- Sounds like a plan.

- Good.

- Hm. You always get this
personal with your patients?

(indistinct chatter,
hospital noise OS)

- Mr. Carlson?

Everything went perfectly.
The surgeons were able to remove

Chloe's appendix
and contain the infection.

Now, she will need antibiotics
for the next few weeks,

but her vitals are strong
and her temperature's

already returning to normal.

- So she'll be fine?

- She'll be better than fine.

(exhales deeply)

- Can I see her?
- Not quite.

She's still waking up.

(whispering): Oh my God.

- Oh.
(sniffling)

- Oh, I just...

You know...

(gentle music)

Her mom and I were only 18
when we had her.

Anna wanted to look
into adoption, and I just--

I couldn't.

When I chose to raise her on my
own, I knew there'd be some

things that I wasn't ready for,

but keeping her alive has been
a full-time job.

Seems like now she wants me
to find a new one.

- Well, for what it's worth,
she is taking her condition

very seriously.

- Then why did
she lose 15 pounds

and get injured in a brawl?

- Well, it was actually
9 pounds; we checked.

And the fight--I mean,
it wasn't her fault.

- Nor was the appendicitis.

There's nothing she
could've done to prevent

a chance infection or to
even catch it any earlier.

- Yeah. Nothing I could've
done, you mean.

- You know, all of us want
to be there every moment

for our kids. It's unbearable
to think about them

out in the world, all the things
that could happen.

But things do happen.

Despite our plans
and our preparation,

and even when we are
right there beside them.

- So then maybe Chloe is ready
to be on her own,

and I'm the one who isn't.

- Hey, from my experience,
just because you let them go

doesn't mean
they don't come back.

- It's like she doesn't care
about anything but her work.

- I know it seems that way,
but it's just her way of coping.

- Well, why does she
want shared custody

if she's never
gonna be around?

- I don't think it's accurate
to say she's never around.

- I don't want
to be there any more.

I want to come live
full-time with you.

(gentle music)

- She's never gonna go for that,
Katydid. She loves you too much.

- Well, just tell her that
the going back and forth

is too much for me.

- I know it's hard but

this is how it is when
your parents

are divorced.
- Then hire a lawyer.

- We're not gonna start
getting into all that.

And you're gonna have
to work this out with her.

- How can I do that when all
she does is argue

and defend herself!

Can't we just try it
for a little while,

and see how it goes?

Please, Dad.

Please.

(phone buzzes)

- Hey.

- You're a hard person

to get a hold of this weekend.

- Yeah, so are you.

Since when are you
a farmer's market guy?

- Yeah, that is new.

Listen, I talked to Katie

and I know she wants
to come live with you.

- And you don't think
it's a good idea.

- Well, I think you're
juggling a lot right now, and

I worry about adding
her to your plate.

- She's not a chore, Michael.

You know what I mean. You're
getting back on your feet

at work, studying
for the Boards.

I just want what's
best for Katie.

- But she's my daughter, too,
and this is what she wants.

I don't understand why you would
stand in the way of that.

(distant horns honking)

(gentle music)

- Don't look at me like that.
I'm gonna see you all the time.

And when the baby comes,
you're not gonna be able

to get rid of me.
- You promise?

- As long as he's cute.

(chuckles)

She's taking
the Boards next week.

I guess you knew that.

(exhales deeply)

- Kinda hard to imagine
Mom on that bike.

- As long as she's
not surrounded by other

sweaty people,
I think she's all right.

(sighs)

- I'm glad you're gonna get
a second chance with her.

I'm gonna miss you
like crazy, but...

I really am glad.

- You know I couldn't have
gotten through all these years

without you, right?

- Well, I am so happy to see you
feeling better, Chloe.

And, in the spirit
of full disclosure,

I'm sorry we didn't check
for appendicitis earlier.

- Well, you wouldn't be
the first to miss something

from Chloe, but you'll get
nothing but gratitude from me.

(chuckles)

- Well, we all appreciate that.

I'm glad we caught
it when we did.

- Thanks.

- So, two pills, twice a day,
for 10 days.

And of course you're gonna
need to keep up with your

daily temperature checks
and your self-examinations.

- I will.
- She will.

Sorry.

(laughs)

- And given the severity
of the event, it wouldn't hurt

to schedule monthly clinic
visits and just

keep your labs in order.
- That's not a problem.

But when can I get out of here?

- Soon as you handle
the paperwork.

We can discharge
you this afternoon.

- Great.
- Good.

'Cause I'd hate for Chloe
to miss any more classes.

- Really? Wait, I can
go back to school?

- As long as I can still go
to parents' weekend next month.

- You better.

(chuckles)

- Is it just me, or was Richard
a little salty back there?

- No, it's definitely not you.

- Well, what is his problem?
I mean, I get that the old me

wasn't his favorite person,
but the new me is--

- The new you is still
the smartest person in the room,

even with amnesia.

Some of us are just more
gracious about it than others.

(phone ringing)

- Hi!

- Hey!

- Did you settle in okay?

- I did, yeah.

Um, but I might
be heading out now.

I know it's our first official
night together, but my friends

are seeing a movie,
and I really want to go.

(chuckles)

- Okay, go, sweetheart.
Just be home by-- what,

what's your curfew these days?

- Um, midnight.

- Uh-huh. And if I
asked your father?

- Eleven.
- Mm-hm.

- But it was worth a shot.

-Okay, don't be late.
I love you.

- You too, Mom.
- Bye.

- Ah, stranded at the drive-in.

- Branded a fool?

(laughing)

- What about you?
Got a hot date tonight?

- No, no. I'm actually kinda

going through
a break-up right now.

- Oh, sorry.

Did she do a number on you?

- Grade-A heartbreak. But...

it's okay. I'll be fine.

- Her loss.

-I'm actually off
Daddy duty tonight.

So I don't know if you wanna
blow off some steam

and grab a drink?

(upbeat music)

- How did you know?

- Any respectable kiss-ass

knows the boss's coffee order.

Try MOOcow2009.

- You figured out your password?

- Jake knew it. Somehow.

- Let's get you back in the bed.

I didn't hate you.

- I, um...

I have something that I have
to do. I forgot.

Uh, raincheck?

- Yeah, yeah. Sure.

(elevator dings)

- Oh, I've been looking for you.

- No, me first.

- Oh.

- Did you know that Jake and I
were together?

(exhales)

Oh, you are unbelievable!

- I found out two days ago!

From him, by the way.
So thanks for that.

- Okay, well, you can't hold
that against me now.

And you still had two days
to say something!

- How could I? You don't
pick up your damn phone!

You don't think
I wanted to tell you?

Look.

You were right yesterday.
I did fail.

I can't be your doctor and your
friend, and succeed at both.

So, I'm sorry I let you down.

- Wow. I expected
that to take longer.

(laughs)

Almost makes me feel
sorry for my tone.

- Oh, I'm familiar
with your tone.

And I folded so fast 'cause
I miss my friend.

So what now? With Jake?

- No idea. I was counting on you
to fill me in.

All I have are questions.
How long has it been going on?

Was it just sleeping together,
or--

I mean, how did I
even feel about it?

- He said you were seeing each
other for months and, for him,

it was definitely serious.

But maybe all that matters
is how you feel about him now.

(insects chirping)

- Hey.

- How could you not tell me?

(soft music)

You remembered?

- No. I...

you left your Re-vita-lize
powder on my counter.

- Am I in trouble?

- Yes.

My curfew's at 11.

(gentle music)

(♪♪♪)

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