Fun fact about the heart:
if you don't have one, you die.
Take it for granted, well, you're gonna learn
that it's as fragile as it is resilient.
One mysterious little muscle.
Adjacent to the heart, we have the lungs.
One breath at a time, we pull the world inside us
then push ourselves back out.
Moving down the torso, we come to the liver.
Bed of human emotion,
seat of anger, the organ
closest to the divine.
Don't mess with the liver.
Dude, we gotta bounce.
Yeah.
But not to be outdone is the brain.
- Excuse me. - Can you take my photo?
Ten billion neurons each connected to ten billion more...
the most complicated object in the universe...
but the adult brain doesn't reach full maturity
until the ripe old age of 25.
Before that, well, who the hell knows what's going on in there?
And finally, the spine, the backbone:
strong, flexible, coordinator of brain and body,
conduit and coach.
When these five vital components play their part,
well, that's how we get through the day,
if we do.
Alright, fresh meat!
Listen up!
I'm your charge nurse Damien, but you can call me Sir
or Sir Damien or Damien Sir.
Alright.
Get into your fatigues and meet
Head Nurse O'Rourke in the atrium asap.
Welcome to St. Mary's.
Alright, kiddos, are we all here?
Welcome to your first day. Okay, let's get started.
I'm your head nurse Sinead O'Rourke.
You may or may not be aware that at this exact moment,
just over there in the Simpson Wing,
the new residents are getting their welcome speech.
The ra-ra-rock star speech for the ra-ra-rock stars.
That is not what you'll be getting.
I want you to know who you are
and what you are.
Because when you're elbow-deep in a 75-year-old man
who's cursed with anal boils or checking the lady business
of a half-dilated labouring woman who's bellowing like a gorilla
you won't be a rock star.
You'll be the one thing
between that old guy and the death of his dignity,
between that ape woman and the bloody miracle of life.
There's nobility in that.
Those rock stars make them well;
- we make them matter. - Sinead!
We got a multiple trauma five minutes out.
I need you and any available hands you've got in emerg.
That would be you.
- Come on. - Shocked eyewitnesses said
the vehicle deliberately crashed into throngs of pedestrians
on the sidewalk. Many of the victims appear to be students.
- They never had a chance. - Ash, that's three blocks from us.
Good thing we left early this morning. Too soon?
Code orange, ER. Code orange...
You're gonna need far more gauze than that.
Alright, listen up. As you've no doubt seen,
a van's just driven into a courtyard of people down at the art college,
so not the kind of day that anyone expected.
But wise up, lives depend on it.
Whatever comes through the door
- is yours. - Incoming!
- Synced and corrected by Firefly - - www.addic7ed.com -
- Ash? Ash, is it? - Uh, yeah.
- Tell me. You ever been to a rave? - Is that a trick question?
Ha-ha! That's what I thought.
I need you running crowd control in triage.
Look, all due respect, I'd rather stay in here.
- Trauma's sort of my jam. - Just do it.
- What have we got? - John Doe. We're patching up a neck wound.
Plugging it down in the abdomen. The FAST is positive.
- Internal bleeding? No kidding. - Having problems ventilating.
Okay, let's prepare to intubate.
- Blast lung. - What?
- Nothing, it's just... - It's a team sport, I want
- to hear from you. - EMS reported that there was
a propane barbecue that the vehicle rammed into
causing a mini explosion.
- Keep talking. - The way they saw our John Doe positioned,
they think that maybe he put himself in the way of that vehicle.
- Like a human shield? - Yeah. I'm just wondering
if he might also have blast lung from that explosion.
Get an X-Ray tech in here. Shoot the plates,
see if your hunch pays off. Go!
What do you know about the driver?
Looks like he fled the scene on foot.
Citywide manhunt out for him as we speak.
Sorry.
My daughter.
I've been texting her ever since this happened.
I get it. Got three of my own.
We're gonna find out who did this.
We need to question the victims.
As long as it doesn't compromise their care.
I'm sure you'll let us know if we're stepping on your toes.
Oh, don't worry, I will.
We're still waiting to find out the full count
of casualties, but at first reports, it appears
the number will be high.
Wolf, go gather information and personal effects from EMS.
- You'll need PB bags lift? - Right. What are those
- and where would I find them? - Supply closet.
Excuse me, Doctor?
Uh... nurse.
- Oh, sorry, I just assumed. - It's all good.
So, I was near the Sororon Art Institute.
I saw the whole thing happen. I fainted right on the sidewalk.
- Were you dehydrated? - I don't think so.
- Have you had a cough recently? - No...
- Any cardiovascular condition? - No.
Any pre-existing conditions?
I'm pregnant.
- Right! Of course you are. - Yeah.
Sorry, I took the long way
- back from the storage closet. - First day?
- Is it that obvious? - Mr. Roger's sneakers
are a bit of a giveaway.
- I'm trying to break them in. - Wanna get personal?
Right, yes. Let's, uh, let's do this. Okay.
I had a part-time job bagging groceries back in high school.
Well, they say the ER is just like high school,
but with dying. Wedding ring.
- I'm... I'm not married. - Bag it.
And the finger it rode in on.
Oh! You're not joking! That's...
Still viable for reattachment after a little clean-up.
Still viable, copy that, okay.
Wait, what's the patient's name?
Don't know.
Yeah, his lungs look wet
- and a telltale butterfly effect. - Great catch!
Blast lung's gonna make the anesthetist's job real tricky.
Yeah, if he makes it to OR. There's no type O negative.
I mean, we could push hydroxyethyl starch, but...
The only way he'll survive is with more blood.
There's a shipment on its way from the blood bank.
- Well, how long 'til it's here? - 10, maybe 15 minutes.
I don't know if he'll last that long.
- What are you doing? - I'm O negative,
universal donor; we can buy him some time.
- Hook me up to him. - Are you serious?
People do whole blood transfusion. They do it on the battlefield;
that's pretty much what we're looking at here.
Okay, chances are he'll react negatively.
Chances are he's gonna die, so...
Okay. Okay, let's turn you into a blood bank.
- Two units coming up. - Lydia, you are
a higher risk pregnancy.
The word is geriatric. You can say it.
Look, when you fainted, we don't know how you fell,
so we need to rule out a placental abruption.
I'm going to give the baby's heartbeat a listen,
make sure everything is shipshape, alright?
Blood flow to the placenta seems normal.
She's a girl. I mean, the baby, it's a girl.
Congratulations.
Girls are the best. I'm like the only boy in my family.
Siblings, cousins, all girls.
Most of them are nurses actually.
- Oh, they must be proud. - Yeah, yeah.
I think they're just happy I'm fixing people
and not dismantling them like I did in my previous life.
As a serial killer or... ?
I played college football.
Ohhh...
What do you think of the name Willa?
Um, yeah.
Yeah, sure, like Willa Holland from Gossip Girl.
No, like Willa Cather, the author?
Is there something wrong?
Could you shift just a little to your left, please?
- Please tell me what's wrong. - I, um...
- ... I can't find the heartbeat. - What?!
- I need some help here! - Wand, please.
Oof!
- Hmm. - Thank you.
Administer a foetal heart test every 20 minutes for the next 2 hours.
Take her up to the obstetrical floor.
Think you can find that, "LeBron"?
- I played football. - I don't care.
Alright, this is a bit awkward,
but I should probably get your history.
Can you be more specific?
Oh, you want my sexual history?
I'm doing a blood transfusion, it is standard protocol.
Oh, people usually buy me a drink first,
but... fire away.
Any STIs?
Nope. I'm cleaner than an OR in the General. You can put that.
So what happened there?
- It's time for your history. - It's complicated.
Usually is. Still, it's a pretty great gig to land right out the gate.
And Dr. Hamilton gave you such a glowing recommendation,
you must have been doing something right.
- You know him? - Thomas Hamilton?
Yeah, I trained under him.
He's a great surgeon. Ow!
Oh, sorry. Needle was slipping out just a little bit.
I think it's in there pretty good now. Thanks.
Well, you can never be too careful.
Live by that motto in the ER, you won't last long.
So you still haven't told me why you left the General.
I think we have enough to see him through.
Gonna check on that blood bank delivery
and get him ready for the OR.
I'm assuming you can find your own juice and cookies.
Please, we're doing... we're doing our best to keep you
updated on all of your relatives.
We're doing everything we can and we ask for your patience.
- Thank you. - Excuse me? Excuse me?!
I'm looking for my son, Nathan Richie.
- Mr. Richie? - Yes.
My name's Naz, I'm going to be taking your vitals.
I just bumped my head. Please go take care of my students.
Acute head trauma is a priority.
We have to rule out parenthesia, autoria and rhinorea.
You sound like an A student.
How did you know that?
Takes an egghead to know one, I guess.
But really, I'm fine, there's nothing wrong with me,
except for the fact I can't see anything.
You're experiencing vision loss?
Okay, that could be stroke or retinal detachment.
Or my glasses. They fell off.
I'm totally blind without them.
Right, of course. Sorry. "Egghead".
My students,
I was just at a café with them.
Is everyone okay?
We're still assessing injuries.
- Please, just go take care of my students. - I will.
Right after I give you a full neural workup.
But in order to do that,
I'm gonna need a pen light.
- Be right back. - Nurse, uh,
if you see my, uh... my-my, um...
f-f-fraggled, just...
We need help over here!
- What's his name? - Nathan Richie!
Nathan, look at me. Can you hear me? Nathan?
His pupils are blown, must be a brain bleed.
He's gotta get up to the OR now, you're going with him!
- Of course. - One, two, three, go!
We could really use some more O plasma.
- I called the blood bank. - Well, call 'em again.
- Is this our human shield? - Yeah.
Last BP was 140 over 60. Sats, we're holding at 98.
You already started him on "cephalexin"?
Yeah. I used to work in the OR, so I knew you'd have to.
I just went ahead and did it, I'm... sorry.
- For doing my job for me? - Never apologize for that.
You're welcome to assist in the OR.
No. They need me on the floor. Thanks.
- I'll page you when he's in recovery. - Take care of him.
We'll do our best. Okay, we're up, ladies.
You've reached Kabir Pavan. You can try me
at my office or leave a message and I'll get back to you.
Hey, it's me.
Can't seem to get ahold of you, and I'd really love
to hear your voice right about now.
Sure you must have seen it on the news: van attack.
Some of the patients ended up here, it's crazy.
Some first day, huh?
Anyway, give me a call back when you get this.
Who are you?
I am Nazneen Khan. I'm new.
Nice scrubs. Do they come in your size?
Mr. Richie, he's just out of surgery,
- where should I leave him? - You shouldn't.
I'm down two nurses to a Shawn Mendes concert
and now this.
I need you to stay with him.
Do you have a problem with that?
No. I just...
I wasn't expecting to spend my first day in ICU.
This isn't a dream come true for me either, Princess.
I need you to take him into 9,
which is right there.
I need you to get him comfy, and I need you
to update the family.
You want me to do the notification?
God, no,
but his surgeon is still in the OR, so it's either you or nobody.
Hey! Hey!
My first shift: full-ass trauma and I'm stuck behind
- a desk calling family members. - You come across anybody
- with the initials J.D. or B.M.? - "B.M."?
Ash, please. Okay, they're initials
engraved in the back of a wedding ring
- that belonged to one of these. - Holy shit, dude! Okay.
Yeah. I'm trying to find who they belong to.
I'm looking for a Caucasian male,
middle-age variety, he's married.
Ha! You're asking me if I've seen a White dude?
I think the distinguishing feature would have to be
his partly severed hand, Ash. I'm freaking out here.
I can't find this dude. I'm behind on five different things now!
Irish nurse, she's gonna kill me!
Okay, just please, just help me out with this one thing.
- Okay. - Okay?
Let's see here. J.D., J.D...
No, nothing's coming up.
Maybe he's at another hospital.
- Or maybe he's in the morgue. - That's... that's, yeah.
That better be your lunch.
Are... are you sure that the patient was brought into this hospital?
No, but I gave you those fingers a while ago.
Clock's ticking, rookie.
And Willa HollandCather
remains entirely unfazed.
- Heartbeat's normal. - Ah, thank God!
I'll do one more for luck, but...
you should be good to go. Can I call someone to come get you?
Oh, I'll just call an Uber.
Lydia, after the day you've had,
you shouldn't be on your own tonight.
I won't be on my own.
We'll be just fine. Really. Thank you.
I'd really feel better discharging you to someone's care.
There isn't anyone, okay? So, just drop it.
Alright.
- Sorry. - No, I... I overstepped.
No. I'm sorry.
I think my water just broke.
- Uh... - Um...
I'll be back in just a minute. Hang tight.
- Mrs. Richie? - Yes.
My name's Nazneen, you can call me Naz.
I'm the nurse who's been taking care of your son.
- How is he? - Nathan's out of surgery.
- His doctor? - Is stuck on another case.
He'll be in to see you as soon as he can.
- I wanna see my son. - Of course.
Mrs. Richie... before you...
You should know Nathan suffered a subarachnoid hemorrhage.
There's still significant swelling.
We are hoping that that subsides.
And what if it doesn't?
The damage will be irreparable.
But there's still hope.
When will he wake up?
- That, we don't know. - But he is going to wake up?
We are going to take good care of him.
I promise you that.
His glasses.
- I'm sorry? - His extra pair,
- he texted me to bring them. - Uh, Mrs. Richie...
He'll need 'em when he wakes up.
Of course.
Let me take you to him.
Hey. Um... This seat taken?
Why would it be taken? We don't know anybody here.
- Right. - So, day one,
and I just made a woman go into premature labour,
and that was after I made her think her baby died.
Dude, you're the one who couldn't find the heartbeat?
Damien's gonna kill me, or fire me,
whichever one he gets around to first.
I did a year at the OR in the General,
and it was nothing compared to this.
Yeah. That's not comforting.
Don't worry.
Trust me, it takes more than scaring a patient to get fired.
What about scarring one?
- Oh! - Ooh!
Yeah.
First days suck.
Yeah, and we're not even halfway done.
We don't know what the motive is,
but what we do know is that there has been
this horrible collision.
Welcome back.
You were a victim of an attack that hurt a lot of people.
You were badly injured,
but you're safe now
and you're in recovery at St. Mary's hospital.
My name is Grace,
I'm your nurse, and I'm not going anywhere.
- How many... - Hmm?
I'm sorry. Try one more time.
How many
of you bitches did I get?
How are you holding up?
- It's him. - Who?
Our patient. We need security.
There was a cop. Is he still here?
- Did the patient hurt you? - Not me. Them.
Our John Doe was the driver who did this.
- They saw him trying to save people. - Yeah, well, they got it wrong.
I was just in there holding his hand,
comforting him when he told me it was him.
- Linda, call security! - He's alive because of us.
Grace, we didn't know.
You didn't do anything wrong.
Oh, Mrs. Richie, we're not supposed to have food in here.
You can eat in the cafeteria out the door to the right.
It's red-bean soup, it's my specialty. For you.
- Me? - You didn't take your dinner break.
You haven't left Nathan's side.
I'm fine.
You must be starving, take it.
Thank you.
He loves his teaching job.
He never misses Sunday night dinner at my place.
It'd be tough to stay away from this soup.
It's really yummy.
I'm a good cook.
Probably why he can't find a girlfriend who lives up to me.
Relationships are hard. At least, that's what I'm told anyway.
You're single?
- Mm-hmm. - I find it hard to believe
men aren't camped out on your front lawn.
I live in a condo.
Attracting them isn't the problem per se;
it's me staying interested in them
for more than five minutes.
I get bored easily,
ADHD probably,
and I like myself a lot
which, in this country,
they call it vanity.
Seriously, if I'm not married by the time I'm 25,
my relatives in India will invite me to my own wedding and...
Why am I telling you all this?
I like it.
You two are very similar.
Almost like talking to him.
Still...
... you should be the one doing the talking.
Yeah, yeah. And in and out.
Yeah.
Look, I am sure this wasn't part of your birth plan.
You have no idea. I was meant to be you.
You know, the person beside the bed who's playing
the Maori fertility chants and whatever.
Um, it's a little late for fertility chants,
but if you want 'em, you got 'em.
Aaah... Aaaah!
Oooh!
WAAAAAAAH!
Ohhh, oooh,
aaaaah!
Sorry to interrupt, whatever it is I'm interrupting.
Lydia, I'm Dr. Banks. I'm gonna be delivering your baby today.
Wow, that sounds so surreal.
- Hi, I'm... - The noob who couldn't find the heartbeat.
Yeah. You're already a bit of a legend around here.
Okay, Lydia, you are 4 centimetres dilated.
Why isn't she on a foetal monitor?
She wanted to be able to move around during her contractions.
She's a geriatric pregnancy delivering a month early,
and she's been through a major trauma.
I wanted to honour her wishes.
Now, you can honour mine. Get her on a monitor.
We have portable ones by the way.
And if anything changes,
I wanna know immediately.
Especially if any of those beluga whales
you were summoning ever show up.
Hey, don't take it personally.
Sarah, my ex, she would have loved your beluga calls.
She wanted to be a mother. Couldn't wait to get pregnant.
It just didn't work.
I'm sorry.
She just disappeared inside herself, you know?
So genius over here thought,
"I know what will bring her back: I'll get pregnant,
so she can be a mom, so we can survive".
So I did one Hail Mary IUI,
but we didn't survive.
One month after we split, I got the news.
- Wow, that's... - Bad luck? Yeah, I was sure
I would terminate.
I guess...
I guess I just wanted to be a mom more than I realized.
Why isn't she here?
Oh, she doesn't know.
It would break her heart all over again, so...
- Oooh! - Another one's coming?
- Yeah. - Alright, alright. You got it,
- you got it. There you go. - Oooh!
Aaaah!
_
Grace, hey.
Dude, they're cuffing your patient to the bed,
- did you know that? - Yeah.
His name is Eric Wayne Tippit.
Okay, and why is he being... ? Oh, shit!
- No. - "Women choose
anyone of colour". He blames us all.
He's a piece of crap.
Yeah.
Um... But, Wolf, you can't tell anyone.
Okay?
Oh, okay.
What the hell, Grace?!
The driver is your patient? So what are you gonna do?
- About what? - About treating him.
What choice do I have? I mean, that's the job, right?
I guess, but I wouldn't really be topping off
his morphine if I were you. And there are a few angry relatives
who I'm sure would love to know his room number.
Ashley, we need to protect his privacy.
So now, we're not only treating him, we're protecting him too?
It's just that nobody can know that he's here.
You mean like Ann Spalding, the mother of four
up in the ICU whose husband I just had to call,
who will never walk again because of him,
- she shouldn't know? - Just no need to alarm anyone.
I have been on the phone calling and alarming people all day actually.
Okay, well, the police have already arrested him.
- Then what is he still doing here? - He was injured in the attack.
Grace, one of his victims should have that bed!
We don't make that call.
Who he is or what he's done,
the second he comes through our doors, none of that matters.
Yeah, you know, if you really believed that, you wouldn't be
so worried about people finding out that you're his nurse.
Wow. It must be so easy when you only treat the patients you like.
Tell me it's time for my sponge bath.
I'm gonna be changing the dressing
on your neck wound, Mr. Tippit.
"Can't always get what you want",
as the man said.
- What will I call you? - You don't need to call me anything.
Hmm. Nursie it is, Nursie.
- Ah! Ah! Ah! God! - Oh, my God, sorry! Are you okay?
I'm just kidding.
You know they're everywhere now.
Can't escape.
Can't catch a break.
I didn't get into that school,
but I'm better than all of them.
Diverse,
"deeverse",
whatever we're supposed to say.
Everything looks good.
Yeah, it sure does.
- Nice try, Mr. Tippit. - Help.
Code blue! We have a chronic bleed in 68-A! Code blue!
Hi, Trudy.
This is your grandma Joan talking.
Yes indeed. Uh-huh.
Can you pull up the oldest medical chart on file for Lydia Moon?
Yes, I'm the one who couldn't find the heartbeat.
Just let me look at the damn chart.
Please.
This one's from seven years ago.
- Knew it. - What?
No one ever changes their emergency contact.
This is Sarah. Talk at the beep.
Sarah, hi. Um...
I'm calling from St. Mary's.
Lydia's in the hospital. I thought you should know.
- Keon? My God! - Lydia,
- what are you doing out of bed? - I don't feel so good. Ow!
- Get Dr. Banks now! - Okay, breathe, it's okay.
Dr. Banks to delivery room 3.
- Dr. Banks, delivery room 3. - Green tea, extra honey.
Mm-hmm. Okay.
Are you still searching for the missing-finger guy?
Doesn't your clock officially run out on those?
Still. I haven't done one thing right today.
Besides, there's a wedding ring.
Have you checked the intakes from Sunnybrook?
You know, they just transferred three more over.
I know this because I have been stuck behind a desk, all day.
You mentioned, um...
"Jason Day". That's J.D.
He arrived 20 minutes ago.
Which means you never even had a shot at finding him, Wolf.
You're a good person.
I gotta go talk to him.
Uh, Mr. Day?
My name is Wolf, I'm a nurse here,
and I've actually been looking for you all day.
Don't tell me, you have my fingers?
Actually...
Oh... Oh, wow,
I was just joking.
But due to the length of time that they've been separated
from your hand...
- They're toast? - They're no longer viable.
Yes, I'm sorry.
Yeah. Yeah.
You know what, man?
It might just be the morphine talking,
but I'm just happy to be alive.
- Really? - Yeah.
- I got married three weeks ago. - And your wife, is she okay?
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah. She was in Calgary.
She was doing a work thing. Yeah. Ha-ha!
She's actually holding down the fort
while I go back to school to pursue my dreams.
It's pretty awesome.
Yeah, she is.
You know, when I saw that car coming towards me,
all I could think was,
"I'm never gonna see her again" and...
that it's over before it even started really.
Oh, hey. Her plane just landed.
She'll be here soon.
Well, you should...
you should have this on when... when she gets here.
- That's my ring! - Yeah.
Oh, wow!
Dude, I was actually a lot more bummed out
to lose this than my fingers.
- Wait, wait. - Yeah...
Not sure this is gonna work exactly.
Here, I, uh...
Here you go. Perfect fit.
That's above and beyond, Nurse.
Thank you.
Any time.
Mrs. Richie we've been closely monitoring Nathan
as his ventilator support was removed while we conducted an apnea test.
Unfortunately, his test results are positive.
What does that mean?
A positive result is defined
by the total absence of respiratory efforts.
It means Nathan has no brain activity.
No.
No, please!
I'm so sorry.
No, he's a fighter. Nathan's...
No!
She just needs some time.
- Not enough time in the world. - Yes, you may be right about that.
And if she wants to help those students...
You're talking organ donation?
You... you just said she needs time.
Yes, but those students
that he loved so much do not have any time.
See what you can do.
I'm not ready to let him go.
Take all the time that you need.
All these...
machines and...
all these tubes...
... this isn't what he would have wanted.
Maybe not,
but you need to think about what you need right now too.
I need him!
Why him?
What was the last thing he said to you before he... ?
Please...
I need to know what he said!
He kept asking about his students.
He needed to know that they were okay.
He would have done anything for them.
Anything he could.
Maybe he still can.
You're right.
I don't want to be.
I'm so sorry.
He wouldn't want to live like this.
Not for a single day.
My boy...
My beautiful angel boy.
I didn't know what to do.
I hesitated.
I've been doing this almost 20 years;
I have those moments every single day.
How do you cope?
Used to be white wine by the box.
Now yoga.
I can put someone else on this.
No, I got it.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, he's my patient.
Molly, hey. Sorry to interrupt.
Nathan Richie's organs, who's getting them?
You know I can't tell you that.
Of course.
Princess?
His heart was a match.
It's going to one of his students.
Thank you.
You need anything?
Maori fertility chants? Beluga call?
I'm good.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Can I... ? - Yeah, yeah. Hi.
Haha! This is Willa.
So cute.
- Hey. - Hey.
It's all over the news. Are you okay?
No. No.
I want Thai food, Netflix and you.
Not necessarily in that order.
Uhh... now is not really a great time.
Kabir, who is it?
Uh, it's just Steve.
Tell him you can't talk, you have a wedding to plan.
She came back home a day early.
I was gonna text you.
- I'm sorry. - No, go.
It's fine, you should go.
Four years of college ball,
I don't ever remember being this tired.
Six months as a pro bartender,
I don't ever remember needing a drink this badly.
Wanna come get a drink with us?
- No thanks, I'm too tired. - Next time.
I can't wait to get in the bath.
Glass of wine, trashy magazine...
Okay, guys, first shift's in the bag,
Hands in? Hug it out? What are we doing?
Damn!
The thing about these vital components: the spine,
the lungs,
the liver,
the brain,
the heart they depend on each other,
rely on each other.
They need each other
for our very survival.
Watch an all new Nurses, next Monday on Global.