Chicago Med (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 7 - Who Knows What Tomorrow Brings - full transcript

- Cancer is a heavy lift,

but there's strength
in community.

Once I let them in,

it was a real comfort.

- Truth is,
she trusts Phillip.

That night in my car, she was
coming to show me her ring.

- I don't know what
she was gonna say to you,

but I do know she wasn't
gonna show you any ring.

- He slipped
the ring on your finger

when you were unconscious.

- He's lying to you.



- It doesn't matter
because it's over.

- I'm sorry, I just--

I should've done something,
said something--

- No!
Get out of my life.

- I know we said someday, but
you'd make the best mom ever.

- Mm, smells so good.

- Frittata with
chicken sausage,

Swiss chard, and gruyère.

- Too bad I have to go--
early shift.

- I know, I remembered.
I'm prepping yours to go.

- You are too good to me.

- Protein, iron, vitamin B
from the dark leafy greens.

A Mediterranean diet breakfast.
Been shown to...

- Help ovarian health?
- Exactly.



- Is this what I think it is?

- Uh, fertility chart.

Tracking your ovulation
schedule, like we talked about.

And good news...

we are in your fertile window.

- [laughs]
Oh, my God, Ethan...

I just...
I thought we'd take

a little more
of a laissez faire approach.

- If our goal is having a baby,

then we should
definitely be having sex.

Especially when
you're ovulating.

- Thank you for breakfast.
- Mwah!

I also put some folic acid in
there, you know, to prevent...

- Birth defects?
I know.

- Yeah.
I know you know.

- Are you ever gonna tell me

where we're going
to dinner tonight?

- I'm not telling.

- Come on,
spill the beans please.

- I'm not telling you.

Oh, come on.
I like this.

I got us a reservation
at Alinea.

- Alinea?
- Alinea.

- It takes three months
to get a table there.

How'd you swing that?

- I might've told them
that I'm dying.

- Are you serious?

- No, come on,
I didn't do that.

- Jesus.

- Come on, you know
your wife's a rock star.

- That I knew already.

Matter of fact,
I have all your albums.

- You do.

- Alinea.
- Alinea.

- Hey, you going to Crockett's
crawfish boil tonight?

- Maybe, I don't know.

- Well, you should.

You know with Crockett,

the food and booze
will be great.

Heads up.

Treatment 3.

- Tom Lyons, 25,
collapsed in the stairwell

of his building.
GCS 15, BP's low at 88/55

even after a liter of NS.

Heart rate's 97 and sats 100%.

- Hi, Tom, I'm Dr. Halstead.
What's going on?

- I fell.
- Oh, yeah?

- Isn't this all a bit much?

- We're just gonna check you
out, make sure you're okay.

On three.
One, two, three.

Thanks, guys.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Lungs are clear.
CBC, CMP, trops, and an EKG.

Also, a chest x-ray
and stick him for glucose.

- On it.
- Really, I'm good.

- Not sure why
his pressure is so soft.

Let's fast his belly.

- [retching]
- Okay.

It's okay.
Get it out.

Tom, you with me?

- [retching]

- Get it out.

♪ ♪

- Give him two units
of blood now

and get GI down here
to scope him.

- What's up with his fangs?
Can't be natural, can they?

- I don't think so.
It's odd.

Let me know as soon as
his labs and EKG come back.

- Yeah.

- Hey.

- Takes a while
to mend a broken heart.

- Yes, I'm familiar.

- Okay, Maggie,
100 pounds of crawfish

delivered to my place.
I'm fixin' to boil.

Tell me you're still
good for the jambalaya.

- Crockett, I've set
aside this afternoon

to cook,
cleared my schedule.

You're gonna get
your jambalaya.

- Okay, how are we
on the guest list?

- Everybody, huddle up.

Get over here.
- [chuckles]

- As you know,
Dr. Marcel and I are hosting

a crawfish boil tonight

and you're all coming,
no excuses.

- Uh, some of us have
shelf exams coming up.

- Attendance
is mandatory, Elsa.

- Mandatory party?
- Mm-hmm.

- I'm sorry, you guys, I'm not
gonna be able to make it.

The move back into my house
has been really hard

on Owen
and I'm still unpacking.

- Okay.
- Okay, you get a pass.

But everybody else,
you're coming.

No excuses.

If I can swing it
after a day of chemo,

you can, too.

- True that.

- Natalie,
I have an MVC coming in.

You're going to Trauma 1.

- All right.
Elsa, with me.

[alarm beeping]

Danson, what do we got?

- Kayla Patten, seven-year-old
unrestrained passenger,

head injury
with scalp lacs, GCS 13.

Mom's in the ambo behind.

- All right,
let's transfer on my count.

Ready?
One, two, three.

[tense music]

Airways cleared.

♪ ♪

Breath sounds bilaterally.

All right, let's get
a chest and pelvis x-ray.

- Uh, sats 92%.
BP 100/65.

- Pupils are equal, round,
and reactive to light.

All right, let's take down
that dressing and see

where all that
blood's coming from.

I'm not seeing any other
major external traumas.

- Uh, not sure if there's
active bleeding or not.

- Well, grab some saline
and flush it out.

- What size syringe
should I use?

- Forget that, give it to me.

Squeeze hard.

- Okay, I can visualize
the full wound.

It's a deep lac.

Galea muscle's intact.

Still a little bit
of bleeding from the skin edge.

- All right, well, put
some pressure back on it,

let's get her x-ray
and then send her up to CT

for a panscan.
We'll stitch her up later.

Let's move.

- Isn't it a bad sign
that she's so groggy?

- Hopefully it's
just a concussion.

- Mom is here.
June Patten.

Stable, Baghdad.

- All right.

Hi, June, I'm Dr. Manning.
This is Ms. Curry.

She's a fourth year
medical student.

- Where's Kayla?
- She's stable.

She's up getting
some x-rays to make sure

there's no internal injuries.

- I swear her seatbelt was on
when I started the car.

- Uh, can I look at her arm?
- Yeah, go ahead.

- [groans]

- There's a deformity
at the elbow,

but neuro vascular intact.

- Let's get some x-rays.

- I would've pulled
over if I'd known

she'd taken it off.
I need to see Kayla.

- No--June, please.

We need to get
these x-rays, okay?

You can see Kayla as soon
as she's back from radiology.

All right?

Thank you.
Step back.

- Shooting.

- Looks like a simple
posterior elbow dislocation.

We need to reduce it
to preserve blood supply.

50 mics of fentanyl,
one of versed.

All right, Elsa?
- [gasps]

- Supinate while
applying traction.

- [groans]

- All right, you almost got it.
A little further.

- Okay, okay, I felt it go in.

- All right,
let's do a repeat x-ray

to confirm
and get her an immobilizer.

You'll be able to see Kayla
as soon as she's back.

- It still hurts.

- Some soreness
is to be expected,

but if you need anything,
you let them know

and they'll page me directly.

- Hey!
- Hey, CeCe.

Maggie.

Come here.
Come here.

There you go.
How you doing, girl?

- Ready to get off
my feet for a few hours.

- Well, come on.

Pull up a chair
and stay a while.

- Morning.
- Piper's got you.

- [groans]

I'll never get used to this.

- Kind of feels like
you volunteered to get

your ass kicked, doesn't it?

- Sounds about right.
- It gets better.

- [groans]

- They juice yours up
with steroids yet?

- Uh-uh.
Today's my first day.

- You're gonna love it.

- Yeah?

- It's like getting
a jolt of rocket fuel

right when you need it.

- [moans]
I could use that.

- You look pretty good to me.

I'm sorry.
I'm Ben.

- Maggie...Lockwood.

- Nice to meet you, Maggie.

And I'll be right here

in case you need
any more silver linings.

- Glad I know
where to find you, Ben.

- [chuckles]

- Gina Todd?
Hi, I'm Dr. Choi.

I recognize that jacket.
Army, huh?

- That's right.
- He's in the Navy.

It's kind of his thing.
- I get it.

Wear it loud and proud.

- So what's going on, Gina?

- Um, I have this infection
in my arm

where my prosthesis
is connected.

Getting treatment
at Walter Reed, but, uh,

this is killing me.

- I've never seen
a prosthetic device like this.

Most move at just one joint,

but this looks
so much more complex.

- One of a kind, I think.

Tons of R&D
went into this thing.

- Looks like something
from the future.

- Yeah, check this out.

- How are you able to do that?

- Three years of interfacing
the arm with my nerves.

- So it's wired
to your nervous system?

- You're controlling that
with your brain?

- [winces]

- Let's take a look at
this infection, all right?

- I'm feeling much better.

- Good.
- I think I'm ready to go home.

- Is this necessary?

- We haven't met.
I'm Dr. Halstead.

- Kirsten.

- And, uh, you are...
- She's my girlfriend.

- I see.

So, Tom...

- [indistinct whispering]

- Unfortunately,
your test results show

you're in acute liver failure,

which is causing
bleeding in your stomach.

- Can we go now?
- No.

Tom needs to be treated.

If not, he could wind up
in end-stage liver failure.

- End-stage?
- Be quiet.

Treated?
What exactly does that entail?

- Well, for starters,
I need to run some more tests

to find out what's causing
the liver failure.

- No, unhook him
from all of this.

We're going.

- Oh, wait a minute.

Tom, what do you want?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- I wanna leave.

- Well, I strongly
advise you not to.

- Let's go, Tom.
Get up.

- Hold on,
before you can leave,

you have to sign an AMA form.

- Then get it.

♪ ♪

- [gasping]

It took me three months
just to tap my finger.

It's a frustrating process.

For a while there,
it felt like I'd signed up

for a billion-dollar
backscratcher.

- You seem pretty
well-acclimated now.

- Yeah...now.

Sucks getting trapped
under an exploded Humvee,

but it's pretty cool
I get to be the bionic woman.

- Let's start you on
IV clindamycin, 600 milligrams.

- My doc had me on Augmentin.

- Let's try something
a little different.

Let's get a CT scan too,
see if the infection

has spread into
any deep spaces.

- Okay.
- What if it has?

- Could require surgery
to clean it out.

Who's your doctor
at Walter Reed?

I need to loop them in.

- It's Dr. Flanagan.

Uh...but the thing is,
I flew in this weekend

for my sister's wedding.

I wasn't really
supposed to travel.

The Army doesn't like their
toys taken out of the box.

- So they don't even
know you're here.

You're AWOL.

- I know how it sounds,

but it's
my little sister's wedding

and I'm her maid of honor.

I'll be back in Bethesda
first thing Monday.

I'd really appreciate
if we could keep the military

out of this if possible.

- We'll respect your privacy.

- It's like I tell
all my students

at the start of each year.

It won't always be easy,

but it will be
worth it in the end.

- And does that work on them?

- Not really.
- [laughs]

- Ten-year-olds have a hard
time seeing past recess.

But I say it anyway,

just to remind myself
as the school year rolls on.

- Excuse me.
Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Can I get either
of you anything?

- No, thanks.
I'm good, CeCe.

- Okay, we have
some really good cookies.

We have chocolate chip,
we have macadamia...

- I think I'll
take one of those.

- Okay, right over there.

- Yeah, maybe
I'll stretch my legs.

- All right.
- [chuckles]

- [laughs]

I cannot believe
you're not breaking a sweat.

- Why?

- I'm having a hot flash
just watching y'all two.

- Oh, CeCe.

- Did you ask him out yet?

- I'm not gonna hit on some guy

getting chemotherapy
next to me.

- Technically you've been
hitting on him the entire time.

- CeCe, this is not
the place to meet somebody.

- Okay, so if you
met him in a Starbucks,

would you ask him out then?

- Oh, CeCe, please.

- Listen, I'm not
telling you your business,

but that man is fine as hell.

Ask him out.
What are you waiting for?

- I couldn't decide
on which one to get,

so I thought maybe...

if you'd be willing to share,

we could both live like kings.

What do you say?
- Hmm.

Thank you.

- You know, I should probably
eat an actual lunch after this.

But...

problem is...

- What's the problem?

- I don't like to eat alone.

What are you up to?

- [chuckles]
Stop...

- [laughs]

[alarm beeping]

- Something's wrong!
Help!

Someone please get in here.

- Sats are down to 84.
- Kayla?

Kayla?
Her GCS is worse.

She's not protecting
her airway.

All right, bag her while
I get an intubation kit.

- What does that mean?
What's happening?

- She's not breathing on her
own and she needs help.

- Ms. Patten,
why don't you come with me?

- I'm not leaving her.

- Please, let's give
the doctors some room.

- Hyperventilate her.

- Sats are going back up.

- All right, good.
Why don't you intubate?

- Etomidate and sux.

- Are you ready?
- Yep.

Pressing and lifting.

- Okay, you see the cords?

- No...

- Get the tube.
I'll hold down.

All right,
go nice and slow, okay?

We've got time.
Don't worry.

Push a little.
Over there, yeah.

- Okay, I'm in.
- All right...

bag her.

- Why are her sats dropping?

- Probably in the stomach.
I'll do it.

All right.
Take off the bag.

Yep, I'm in.
Bag.

88...92, we're good.

All right, get her on a vent
and get Mom back in here.

Look, it was your first time
intubating a child.

It happens.
Don't beat yourself up.

- I'm not.
I am a medical student.

This is supposed to be
a learning experience.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Doc, could I curbside
you for a minute?

- What's up?

- So I've got this guy with
liver failure and hematemesis.

Then his girlfriend shows up
and insists he leave

without getting treatment.

- Well, that's his choice,
not hers, right?

- Well, but...
he's going along with it.

She's very...controlling,

is I think the word you'd use.

- Okay, well, I mean,
if he wants to leave,

there's not really a whole lot
we can do about it, right?

- No, you're right,

but there's something odd
going on with these two.

They have these pointy teeth,
like really sharp.

Implants or something.

- Okay, well,
now I'm interested.

- Gina's CT scans.

- It's an abscess where the
tissue meets the prosthetic.

- It'll require
surgical drainage.

- Yeah, but let's hold off
before scheduling anything.

- Why?

- I called her doctor
at Walter Reed.

He's coming out to take a look.

- Ethan, what?

She asked us to keep
the military out of this.

- It's not about that.
- She's AWOL.

- Look, April,
I didn't wanna make the call.

But Gina's health
has to take priority.

Her prosthetic is such
a specialized piece,

I need her doctor's input
before having it operated on.

- But you violated
her HIPPA rights.

- Actually,
HIPPA makes an allowance

for situations just like this.

We would contact
the manufacturer

of a prosthetic
in any other scenario.

- But in this case,
the manufacturer

just so happens
to be the military.

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Maybe you can get
a little overzealous

when it comes to the military.

- I'm just trying to keep Gina

from losing
her arm a second time.

- What's the worst
that could happen?

I die?

- Well, if you leave,
it's a very real possibility.

- Look, shut up, Tom.
Get up, we're going.

- Whoa, hey.

Tom.

If your liver fails,
your brain will deteriorate.

Your entire body will swell up
and you will most likely

bleed into your stomach again.

- And that will kill you.
- But I'm already dead.

- Tom, don't.

- I'm a vampire.
- Okay, hold on.

- Get out of our way.
- I can't do that.

I gotta keep you
at the hospital.

I'm putting you on an
involuntary psychiatric...

Hey!

- Let me see it.

- Go get them.

- Security, stop them!

Hey, hey, come backhere !

Whoa, stay right there.

♪ ♪

- [wailing]

- Whoa, get him out of the sun.

- [groaning]

- I'd treat it with silvadene.

- This is why I wear a hood.

Vampires can't
be out in the sun.

- Tom, there are
medical explanations for why

this is happening to you
and I can figure this out

if you just let me
take another blood sample.

- So you can experiment on me?

This is exactly what
Kirsten said you'd do.

- What did she tell you, Tom?

- That you'd parade me
out in the news,

claiming to be the doctors who
discovered and cured a vampire.

- No, no,
we're not gonna do that.

We just want you to get better.

- As a vampire,
I get to live like a god.

Long after you
become worm food,

Kirsten and I will just be

starting our next chapter
together.

- Look, Tom...
- Will, could I get a minute?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- What is with this kid?

- Look, he's submissive.
He's impressionable.

She's essentially
brainwashed him.

As far as he's concerned,
he's a vampire.

Trying to reason with
him...it's a waste of time.

Could even be
counterproductive.

- Fine,
but he's on a psych hold.

Can't you medicate him?

- Not unless
he becomes acutely dangerous

or we got a court order.

- He vomited a pint
of blood this morning.

He's going to bleed again
and it will kill him.

- I never thought I would ever
eat at the Rainforest Café.

[laughter]

- Since I got diagnosed,
I've been trying to live more

like my fourth graders.
Not a care in the world.

All they wanna do is have fun.
- Yeah.

- But I should quit
taking restaurant tips

from them, huh?

- Maybe.
[laughter]

Well, this is me.

- I had a lot
of fun today, Maggie.

- Yeah.

Me too.

Listen, um...
I'm throwing a party

with a friend from
the hospital tonight.

A crawfish boil.

You should come.

If you're feeling up to it.

- Are you kidding me?

With this rocket fuel
in my veins.

- [laughing]
It does feel pretty good.

- You know,
I appreciate the offer, Maggie,

but I really
don't wanna impose.

- No, please.

I want you to come.

- Okay.

I'd like that.

- Okay.

Actually, I'm supposed to make
some jambalaya for the party.

I could use
an extra set of hands.

- I got hands.
[laughter]

- Okay, then.
Come on in.

- I'm Dr. Choi.

I called about
Sergeant Gina Todd.

- Dr. Choi, I'm Captain Sims.
This is Officer Miller

and Officer Campo,
Military Police.

- Military police?

I thought you said
you called a doctor.

- I was expecting Dr. Flanagan.

- I don't know
anything about that.

We just came
straight from Fort McCoy.

Our orders are to transport
Sergeant Todd

back to Walter Reed.

- As Gina's doctor,

I need to know
the plan for her treatment.

- Any decisions pertaining

to Todd's care are classified.

- Dr. Choi,
Treatment 5 needs you.

- Excuse us.

[alarm beeping]

- She's hypotensive.

- And her fever is spiking.
She's in septic shock.

Bolus a liter of saline.

[alarm beeping]

- Not getting a good flow.
Her IV's blown.

Do you want to put
a central line in?

- No, I'm gonna drill
an IO in her leg.

It'll be faster.
- Okay.

[drill whirring]

- Okay, open up the fluids.
- Mm-hmm...

okay, much better.

- All right, she's stable,
but she's septic.

Give her a second liter
and hang levophed.

I'm transferring Gina up
to one of our operating rooms.

Her abscess needs
to be drained immediately.

- Sorry, Dr. Choi,
but Sergeant Todd

is headed back
to Walter Reed with us.

Helicopter's
already on the way.

- And how long will
it take to get there?

Three hours?
It's too risky.

Gina has
an infection in her blood.

She needs surgery now.

- We'll let the doctors at
Walter Reed decide that.

- I assure you
they would agree.

- This patient
is not going anywhere.

- I have orders.
I intend to follow them.

- I'm getting Ms. Goodwin.

- So, after hitting the front
and back of her head,

she has what we call
a coup contrecoup injury.

The foci are small
but they're cumulative.

- I don't understand.

- Kayla has multiple
small bruises in her brain,

but none of them are big enough
for me to drill and evacuate.

- So what can be done?

- Nothing.

Hopefully with time
they'll resolve on their own.

I'm sorry I don't have
anything else to offer.

- You know, there are
some things we can try

to stop the bleeding
from causing problems.

We can raise the head
of Kayla's bed

and give her mannitol

to decrease
intracranial pressure.

- Do you think it will work?

- Statistically,
it has maybe a 25% chance

of changing her outcome.

- Oh, God.
[gasping]

- Hey, I have seen
this treatment work before.

Ms. Curry?
- Mm.

- Why would you say that
to her?

- Because it's the truth.
She asked.

- No, what she was
asking for is hope,

not grim statistics.

- How do you know that?

- Trust me,
that's what she was asking for.

- Our job is to look out
for the best interests

of our patients.

I'm sorry you had to come
all the way down here.

- You shouldn't even be here.

- Look, Sergeant Todd
isn't just another one

of your hospital patients.

She's part of
a special DARPA project.

They've invested a lot of time
and taxpayer dollars

into Gina and her arm.

- Unfortunately, Captain,
this isn't a military base.

You don't have
jurisdiction here.

And if you want
to move this patient,

you'll need
a judge's court order

and the local police to do it.

- We'll have all our ducks
in a row by the time

our chopper arrives.

- Until then,
out of consideration

of our other patients,

do you mind stepping
into the waiting room?

Thank you.

- Ms. Goodwin,
we cannot let them take her.

She's septic.

- Well, what can
be done right now?

- If we can drain her abscess,

we can remove
the source of her infection.

But I will need
a surgeon to do it.

- I can take her up to the
surgical floor in the meantime.

- Well, move fast, because
if they get that court order,

there's nothing that
any of us can do to stop them.

- Hey, I'm worried about this.

- I'm gonna be fine.

Took a bunch of antibiotics,

you know,
a fistful of ibuprofen.

I can't feel a thing.

- I get the feeling
it's gonna be a late night.

Maybe we should cancel
our reservation.

- No way.

Alinea, are you kidding me?

- We could get another
dinner reservation,

but who knows when you're gonna
get another vampire in the ED?

- If only I could figure out

how to talk to this guy,
how to get through to him.

- You can talk to anybody.

That's why I love you so much.
Even vampires.

What?
- Keep the reservation.

- [chuckles]

- First of all, Tom,
I would like to apologize.

Clearly, you are a vampire.

It's just that
we've never treated one before,

and so it's our mistake.

And I'm sorry.
You must be getting hungry.

Would you like me to contact
the blood bank or...

- You're messing with me.

It's just like Kirsten said.

Doctors can't be trusted.

- Oh, yeah, Kirsten.
Where--where's Kirsten?

Is she out in the waiting room?

- No.
- She left.

- Tom, do you mind me asking

how long have you
two been together?

- Eight, nine months.

- I'm--I'm just curious
because, well...

I mean, if you'll forgive me,
it seems like she...

kind of abandoned you.

- She had to.

- But to the very people who
she said were so dangerous?

- You chased her away.

She'll come back for me.

Tonight.

- Well, hopefully,
but I mean, even if she does,

doesn't it kind of bother
you a bit that, I don't know,

that she put herself first?

I think you deserve
someone who...

who puts you first.

You know?

I mean, someone who loves you.

Because if Kirsten did...

I mean, I don't know.

Why isn't she here?

[somber music]

- Give us a chance to help you.

Let me run some tests.

- I just pulled
a 14-hour shift.

Can't someone from ortho do it?

- Already tried but they say

it's a soft tissue
general surgery case.

- Crockett, please.

We are one court order away
from losing this patient

to the Military Police.
We have minutes, not hours.

- Us versus them, huh?

Will you assist?

All right, then.
Let's go.

Game on.

[alarm beeping]

- Now what's happening?

- Blood pressure's 200/70,
heart rate's 40s.

She's going to arrest.
Call a code.

- Code Blue!
- Please, do something.

Help her!
- Ms. Patten...

- No, I won't--I won't go!
- It's okay.

It's okay.
She's bradying.

Swelling must be causing

increased
intracranial pressure.

Take her off the vent
and bag her.

- Cushing reflex?
- Yep.

- Do something!

- We're doing
everything we can.

I can't find a pulse.

- She's asystole
on the monitor.

I'm starting compressions.

- Milligram of epi.

- Oh, I can't believe
this is happening.

Please, Kayla, please.

Come on, baby.
Come on, baby, please.

- Hold compressions.
- [sobbing]

Come on, baby.
- Still no pulse.

Continue compressions.
Another milligram of epi.

- Baby, please.
Come on...

[gasping]
Kayla, please, please.

No...

- Pupils are blown.
Stop compressions.

- What?

Don't stop!

Why are you stopping?

- She's still asystole.

Her brain has herniated.

I am so sorry, June.

- [sobbing]
No!

- Time of death, 16:08.

- No!
[sobbing]

- I'm--I'm so sorry.

- [wailing]
No, no!

No, no, no!

[sobbing]

- I've received word
Captain Sims

got her court order.

A military helicopter
is touching down

on the helipad now.

- Thanks for the heads up.
- All right.

Hey.
- Yeah?

- MPs are moments away
from pulling the plug.

How far off are you?

- I gotta finish scrubbing,
gown, and glove up.

I'd say five minutes.

- I'll try to
buy you some time.

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Captain!

- Here's a court order,
Dr. Choi.

- Sorry, you and
your crew will have to wait.

Sergeant Todd
is already in surgery.

- Then we'll get her out.

- The procedure
won't take long.

You'll be on your way in
a little over an hour, tops.

- Your role in this is over.
Step aside.

- You interrupt that surgery

and you'll be putting
Gina's life at risk.

- I have my orders
to bring her back ASAP.

- Are your orders
to bring her back dead?

Because that's exactly
what you'll be doing.

- We'll see what DOD says.

♪ ♪

- Thank you for sticking
around to do this.

- I can refuse you nothing,
Nurse Sexton.

Irrigation.

- You're not really
here because of me.

- Well...
I do love a good race.

You ever had a sazerac, Sexton?

- What is that?

- Oh, my favorite cocktail.

New Orleans special.

I'll make you one tonight.

- Hey, Tom?

What can I do for you?

- I'm not feeling good.

I'm sick.

- Yes, you are.

And I can help,
but only if you'll let me.

- I've been texting Kirsten.

She's not answering.

When I call, it goes
straight to voicemail.

I think she blocked me.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

She's not coming back, is she?

- I'm sorry.

- I never felt more alive
than when I was with her.

Imagine the most exciting
woman you ever met choosing you

to go with her on
an extraordinary trip

that lasts forever.

- Must have felt
pretty special.

- [laughs]

She could've picked anyone,
but she picked me.

And now...

This is probably hard
for you to understand.

- Actually, Tom,

I know exactly where
you're coming from.

- Was it all a lie?

I-I feel so stupid.

- How about we focus on
getting you feeling better?

- Okay.

- Okay.

- So the abscess was drained.
No damage to the prosthetic

and hopefully not the patient's
implanted nerve endings.

- Thank you, Dr. Marcel.

Captain Sims and her team
will be transporting

Sergeant Todd to Walter Reed
via helicopter immediately.

- Okay, just make sure
the patient receives

the proper post-op fluids
and meds in transit, okay?

All right.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- That poor woman.

- She's gonna pull through.

- Yeah, but we have no idea
what the Army will do to her.

It didn't have to go
down like this, Ethan.

If you had just listened.

- Elsa?

You okay?

- People make
assumptions about me.

Okay, but they're wrong.

[stammers]
I'm not some kind of a robot.

I have--I have feelings.

- Okay, well,
that's a good thing.

- No, you don't understand.

They're--they're so...
they're so powerful,

I feel like if
I didn't hold them all in,

I have no idea
what would happen.

- You're afraid
of being overwhelmed?

- Yes, yes.
I couldn't stand watching

that mother lose
her daughter today.

- I do understand, Elsa.

But those feelings
that seem so frightening,

ultimately they will become

one of your greatest
assets as a doctor.

- [sniffling]

I don't know.

- What have you got
going on tonight?

- CeCe got reservations
at Alinea.

I think I might
just make it, too.

Any luck?
- Tom has Hepatitis C.

- You got him
to take the test?

- He needed a little more time
to think about what you said.

- Huh.

- Is this your vampire?

Does that explain why
he blistered in the sun?

- Yes.
Liver failure combined

with Hepatitis can cause
porphyria cutanea tarda.

Makes it so sun exposure
causes painful skin lesions.

And since Hepatitis
is transmitted through

bodily fluids,
probably got it from

having sex with
his girlfriend.

- Or from sucking her blood.
Yikes.

- Wait, didn't
that woman bite you?

- Yeah, Dr. Charles,
you need to get tested.

- First thing in the morning.

- Given the risk
of transmission,

you should have
your blood drawn ASAP.

- You mean like right now?
- Now.

- You're kidding me.

- Dr. Halstead, anything else?

- No, I'm gonna get Tom
started on antivirals.

[upbeat zydeco music]

♪ ♪

- Come and get 'em!

Don't be afraid to get
your hands dirty now.

♪ ♪

- So sorry.
Yeah.

- Oh!

- April, this is Ben, my date.

- Hello, Ben.
Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you.

- Whoa, Maggie,
where's the jambalaya?

- Sorry, there isn't any,
but I brought

rotisserie chicken
already cooked.

- You realize
that supermarket chicken

is not generally served
at a crawfish boil?

All right, well, glad I made
extra red beans and rice.

Put 'em in the kitchen.
Let's go.

- I got them.
- Thank you.

♪ ♪

- After all the grief
you gave us this morning,

you show up late?

- Mmm...

got a little busy
this afternoon.

- Oh...

- Not that busy.

Maybe that busy.

- [laughs]

- Hi, Elsa.

- Dr. Halstead.
- Oh, come on.

I think you can call me Will.

- Okay.

- So how you doing?

- You don't have
to be nice to me.

- I know.

So I've never been
to a crawfish boil before.

I'm a little out of my element.

- Um...I can--I can
show you how to do it.

Okay, so,
as far as I understand it,

you pull off the head

and then you squeeze
the tail to get the meat out.

- Wow, I take it you've
been to a few of these.

- It's all on YouTube.
- Good to know.

- Whew!

I knew crawfish was spicy,
but my mouth is on fire.

- [laughs]
Well, this sazerac should help.

Absinthe rinse,

rye, bitters, sugar.

Ain't nothing to it.

So how is it?

- It's good.

Doesn't taste strong.

- I assure you it is.

- Okay, my lips
are still tingling.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

Ethan.

- Hey.

Can I talk to you?

♪ ♪

Look, April,
I'm sorry about today.

You know I can be kind
of a hardass sometimes.

And...when I think I know
what should be done,

I have trouble stepping back.

- Okay...

- What I'm saying is...

I love you.

And I need
to respect your wishes.

So no more ovulation chart
or schedules.

Let's just see what happens.

Forgive me?

- Yes.

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[wolf howls]