I am a student of life and light,
but in order to bask in the light,
we need to first outshine the darkness.
- Dana? - Yeah?
I want you to close your eyes.
What are we doing here?
- I want you to know this... - Currently?
Yes.
We are opening our sacral chakras.
Okay.
Your past does not equal your future.
Though I am pretty sure my chakra's broken.
I can book you in for a chakra-ectomy.
Ladies, I'm trying to meditate.
Oh.
- So are we. - Breath.
Well, you're doing it wrong.
And true forgiveness is letting go of the idea
that your past could have been any different than it is.
I want you to stop doing what you think you should.
I want you to start doing what you feel.
How's it going with Charlie anyway?
To choose to...
You two are still clearly nuts about each other...
just what's keeping you apart?
I'm trying to meditate.
I know... uh, um...
Ow.
- Ohm. - Ohm.
Ow!
- I don't think this is part of the class. - Ow!
I don't think so, either.
Aah! Please keep going with your... meditation.
My name is Alex, I'm a doctor.
Could you just lay back for us?
Here you go. There you go.
Can you tell us where it hurts?
- Yeah, my solar plexus, I think. - Uh-huh.
Do you mind if I check it out?
Can I take your pulse?
There is a large protrusion in the upper left quadrant.
I think we better take her in.
Class, I am so sorry for this distraction.
Please just continue with your practice right now.
Oh, you guys, I can breathe through this, okay?
I'm fine.
Oh, okay, no. Uh, class is dismissed.
Everybody just roll up your mats.
We need to take her to the hospital.
- 3, 2, 1. - Oof.
Oh. Your mind is a fountain of worry.
- You can say that about any surgeon. - Mm-hmm.
How long has this been bothering you?
On and off, I'd say a few weeks.
All right, Layla, I'm going to attempt to reduce this manually.
You may feel some pressure.
Here we go. Ready?
Aah!
Could be incarcerated. We'll need to run some tests.
I don't know if I'll be able to guide this in without surgery.
No.
Look, I already had surgery when I was a kid. Didn't work.
Every few years, it just comes back knocking.
On your abdominal wall?
Sorry, it's a doctor joke.
I know it's stubborn, but I can handle this without surgery.
Layla's, uh, quite famous, actually,
for her self-guided healing techniques.
Well, we are going to check you out anyway,
as long as you're in our house.
Shut up and drink the pharma Kool-Aid.
Not exactly how I'd put it.
Don't you think it's a little bit strange
you guys push chemicals as conventional medicine,
yet nutrition is alternative?
That's a rather simplistic way of thinking about things.
Life is simple. It's us who make it complicated.
Incoming!
Oh, darn, I'd like to stay and see how this plays out,
but duty calls.
Play nice, you two.
Aah! Help me, I'm dying!
- Louder! - There is blood everywhere!
- No! - Aah!
- Louder!
Don't listen to him, he's fine.
Zip it.
- Spaghetti. - Ah.
He's been doing this the whole ride over to the medic center.
Should she be filming in here?
No, she should not. Hey, what did I tell you?
Give me that camera.
Thank you.
Dom and Iris, amateur filmmakers.
They were shooting in their tree house when it collapsed.
Hey, kids, I'm Dana.
So you must be brother and sister.
- We're twins. - We're twins.
Oh, complete with the creepy
- talking at the same time vibe. - At the same time vibe.
Weird. All right.
Littlest Hitchcocks are yours.
All right. You want to show me where that hurts?
I'm just gonna...
Ow, I told you that hurts.
Okay.
I'm gonna need to run a few tests.
Can you give us a number where we can call your parents?
No. Our dad can't find out about this.
He's a TV producer, and if we pull him out of his meetings...
- We're dead. - Like 6-feet-under dead. I'm not kidding.
Really? Well, lucky for you, I know a great mortician.
You can even use my frequent die-er miles.
Is this thing on?
Hey, that was pretty good. Come on.
All right. Take Scorsese here up to imaging.
You wait for me. I'm not done with you yet.
And call their parents.
How's it going in there?
Gonna be one of those days.
I need more suction, please. Pressure's dropping.
Give me a minute. Six-oh.
- Lost visual. - Clamp!
Hey, Charlie, the legs can wait.
Assist the kid with the bleeders.
Charlie, come on, what are you doing?
You heard the lady... get in there!
He's crashing.
Damn it, I need more volume.
Oh, come on, I need more blood here!
- He's not gonna make it. - Yes, he will.
Help me.
Seriously, what are you waiting for?
Save me!
Dr. Harris.
Charlie!
What are you doing?
Don't.
Charlie.
Charlie!
What the hell was that?
You just walked out of surgery.
- What happened in there? - I'm not chief anymore, Dawn.
You don't have to worry about me.
Well, maybe you should worry about you.
- They called me. - Who did?
Evelyn Crace, the board. There's been complaints.
So what? They want you to replace me?
No. Not yet.
Know what? I'm tired, Dawn.
You want the job back, now's your chance.
Look at me.
- They know. - They know what?
What do they know? They know who you've been.
Half the staff has a story about working with you.
So what? They think I'm crazy?
It's gotten worse, Char.
Just... I just want you to go talk to somebody.
Yeah. I'll get right on that.
Layla.
Hey.
I'm just doing some positive visualizations.
Well, imaging has confirmed the size and location of the hernia.
Now, we had hoped to reduce it noninvasively.
But?
But I'm worried that it's strangulated.
Okay.
Well, then you just need to focus.
I mean, clearly, our energies aren't aligned.
This isn't about energy.
This is about ischemic tissue that won't cooperate.
I'm saying that if we cooperate, then it will.
Trust me.
If we try this, it'll work.
No, it'll only get worse.
What, you want to cut me open?
I have to open your abdomen and put the tissue back.
Well, I'm not having surgery again.
Layla, if a piece of your bowel is trapped,
the obstruction could kill you.
So you trying to solve this on your own,
you're taking your life in your hands.
You don't mince words.
So do you consent for surgery?
Yeah, as long as you don't put me under.
The only way to safely reduce the tissue
is with general anesthetic.
Or I can breathe through it. Which I can.
Look, if we do this, I need to be fully conscious.
If not, I'm out.
No, Layla. This is crazy.
Why don't you tell me why?
This is my temple.
All right. Well, as a patient, that is your right.
I will let the nursing staff know
that you would like to consult with another surgeon.
Have a namaste.
Billy, the schedule is set.
Yes, but you can un-set it.
So come on, why don't you give me something juicy?
Ow!
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Stop! Stop!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. - Hey! Stop!
Hey! What is this?
- Are you okay? Cassie? - I'm fine.
- You need security? - Yeah.
No. It's fine.
They're gonna be right here.
I'm Cassie. Who are you?
The Horn of Death.
Jake... Jake Bugle.
Get it?
- This guy thinks I'm on steroids. - Okay.
I was trying to clean glass out of his back.
He was acting agitated,
so I suggested a tox screen, and he just...
Yeah, you said it with a smirk.
Yeah, dude, you're wearing blue spandex.
Just saying it's kind of hard not to smirk.
Billy. You want something to do, go get Dev cleaned up.
- I'm not leaving you alone with him. - I'm fine.
It's fine.
I can handle it.
Sit.
Sit!
So this glass...
Part of the show.
Cassie, that's, uh, short for Cassandra, right?
Like that myth.
I don't know it.
Well, she was beautiful, too.
Too bad things didn't go so good for her.
I wasn't always like this, you know. I used to read.
Now I can't even think!
Hey. Hey!
Stop.
You've come to the right place.
Okay?
I'm gonna figure out what's wrong with you.
Dr. Harris.
Amos.
Are... Are you going somewhere?
Yeah.
Is that a good idea?
Would you be here if it was?
Dawn sent you?
Well, she's worried about you.
Well, I don't need talk. I need sleep.
And are you having trouble with that?
Sleeping?
Seriously? You want to do this here?
You walked out of surgery, Charlie. You need help.
If you walk out of here now, it's not just your job on the line,
it's your medical license, so...
"So" doesn't sound like I have much choice, then.
Just sit down with me and talk.
I'll get the board off your back.
Let me help you.
- Hey. - Hey.
Your self-help guru just fired me.
Guess that means I'm not getting my money back.
Kidding. Her loss.
So, um, I wanted to ask...
h-how are you feeling after all that, anyway?
I don't know. The same.
Huh.
I hate to admit it, but it's actually got me thinking
- about a few things regarding you. - Oh.
And you still haven't answered my question.
About what?
What is keeping you and everyone's favorite orthopod
apart?
Dana, you are like a broken record.
I just... I just want you happy, sweetheart. That's all.
Okay, well, I think about him pretty much all the time.
- I just... - I knew it!
Dr. Reid? Layla Rowland's paperwork.
You can't be discharged with a bowl obstruction.
- On whose orders? - Hers.
Okay, well I'm gonna take care of this.
I am intelligent. I am successful.
I have a stable home environment.
- Shahir? - I am intelligent.
- Hi, Dana. - What's going on?
This is a little preparation for the adoption agency.
Jonathan and I have a follow-up interview.
- That's great! - Is it?
Because the last time, I spent seven minutes
explaining the odors unique to exposed brain tissue...
- faintly feminine with a hint of mildew. - Yep.
If I don't learn how to talk to these individuals,
I'm afraid he's just gonna leave.
What are you talking about? That's crazy.
Dana, this whole idea was mine in the first place,
but this is all he's thinking about, is being a father.
Now, if I can't give that to him,
- then why should he stay, hmm? - Because you're a...
Aah!
Uh, excuse me.
Hmm.
I am intelligent.
Aah!
Dom, you've had a serious fall.
If you don't lie still, it's not gonna be your dad that kills you.
How'd you get that back, huh?
Damn it, Miller.
Okay, come here. Sit down, both of you.
I want to show you something.
This, my friend, is your liver.
And that little speck right there is a laceration.
- Now, it's small... - Cool.
No, not cool, 'cause we have to keep you under observation
for the next 24 hours.
So that means that you're gonna have to stay put...
no sudden movement.
But we're making our horror movie!
It's not going really great.
Have you thought about switching to documentaries?
Leaving?
Yeah, uh, one of my students is a doctor in Ixtapa.
Said she'd do it my way.
Amer and his Honda Civic are three minutes out.
I meant what I said.
You're taking your own life in your hands.
By taking an Uber?
Come on, it's just a joke.
This isn't.
I know that.
All due respect,
whose hands do you think my life should be in right now?
Mine.
All due respect, Layla...
this is the wrong choice.
Ah, well, it's my choice.
I'm choosing this.
Why is that so important to you?
It's not even gonna matter to you, why.
Really?
Okay.
Uh, last time I was unconscious,
I woke up behind a dumpster
with the captain of the rowing team on top of me.
I know you think I'm nuts. I'm not.
I have worked very hard to turn my pain into strength.
And you know what really matters to me?
It's that every girl knows that she can do the same.
It starts with me.
I got to go.
No. Layla, stay.
I don't know how, but I'll figure it out.
Uh, how long this takes depends on you.
I can't say that's the vibe I'm getting.
I feel I need to be clear.
I'm here to evaluate
an episode with a patient who was in a critical condition,
and my job is to determine whether that was a one-off...
It was.
Or if there's any risk of it happening again.
So...
You had been working a long shift.
Thirty hours by my count.
And remind me... that's longer than the limit, isn't it?
And then, as I understand it,
you left the hospital finally, only to come right back in.
Yeah, that's right.
So let's talk about what happened
after you left the hospital.
I was driving home.
The radio was on.
Usually, I can't find anything I like.
But, um, this time, every song was just right.
I was in a good mood.
Yeah, I'll stay with him. Thank you.
Ambulance is on its way.
I told you I don't need one.
Yeah.
I'd take you myself, but it's been a long day, you know?
It's a freaking nosebleed. You think I haven't had worse?
A couple years ago at Mardi Gras...
You ever been to New Orleans? It's...
Where did you say your car was?
Ah, don't worry about the car.
It's a piece of junk.
I just need a ride into town. I can't be late again.
Don't... get up.
Stay still.
So, it was an emergency.
That clears you of working over the regulated shift limit. Good.
And that's why you walked out of the operating room.
Fatigue?
Charlie?
He lied to me.
He kept talking about getting to work,
like it was the only thing he had to worry about.
I'm telling you, man, it's wrecked.
I thought I told you to stay put.
That's the thing about me... I don't stay still.
Not for long, anyway.
Who did you say was driving?
Is that me?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You found him at the side of the road or in the car?
Uh, I'm sorry, I must have mixed that up.
Mm-hmm. I...
Um...
Yeah.
It was one of them.
One of who?
A ghost.
Hi.
I'm Dr. Shahir Hamza,
and I'm here to tell you a little bit about my me.
Myself... about my me! Get it?
I can't. Damn it! Dana, this is not working.
Of course you can. Look at it this way.
You can fumble your way through another interview,
telling them about the time you got a piece of cerebral cortex
- in your mouth... - It wasn't in my mouth.
- You just got to relax. - You can just...
- Yeah, act like we're not here. - Yeah.
Just try to act cool.
- Loosen up. Cool. - Yeah.
- Chill. - Cool, chill.
- Yeah. - That's it. You know?
I can act cool.
Okay.
Hey.
Oh!
Oh! Oh, my gosh. No!
- No, no, no, no, no, no. - Don't look, don't look.
Dana, I can't do this. I can't, I can't.
Yes, of course you can.
- We're gonna try it one more time. - Oh.
- What is this? - Dad?
What the hell's going on?
Uh... Oh!
Uh, gosh, you must be...
Their father, that's right.
Hmm.
And I would love an explanation.
Oh, I remember the first time I got punched in the face.
Why am I not surprised it's more than one?
Ho ho.
Anyway, chicks dig scars, bro.
Maybe Cassie will go once more into your britches.
You need serious help.
I do not know how you lasted as long as you did with her.
You like her, huh?
Come on, I don't know what you're talking about.
The old schoolyard bully thing, it's a little obvious.
Would you be cool if I asked her out?
Honestly, I'd pay to see that.
I think she digs me, too.
You done?
Uh, all stitched up and ready to get back on the horse, boss.
Are you gonna press charges?
Dr. Miller said this would happen sooner or later.
Price of doing business.
Hey, so, uh, did you figure out what's wrong with this guy?
Something is definitely off.
You know, he takes light bulbs and smashes them onto himself
during his wrestling matches?
Wait, wait, like florescent ones?
- Yeah. - Those things are toxic, man.
Yeah, they have a whole whack of chemicals inside of them.
You know, the test I ran was limited to narcotics
and infections, so I need to widen the parameters.
Our lives have been brought together.
I mean, I really think that we are going to experience
something so profound today.
Or get fired in the process.
When you wrote that article on the usage of hematite
- for your doorway elves? - Yeah.
Roxy, focus.
Right, okay.
I found a case study from a hospital in Atlanta.
They reduced a strangulated hernia
in a very similar location
without the use of general anesthetics.
General anesthetic has three components...
an antianxiety drug, a muscle relaxant,
and a sleeping agent.
And Roxy is willing to take the Propofol from the mix,
if that's a deal breaker.
Which it is, but I also want you to remove the muscle relaxant.
No, that's not a good idea.
I can control my breathing and my muscles.
Look, I told you. I need to be in full control.
So do we, Layla, as much as possible.
And without a relaxant, your muscles could twitch.
If I have a scalpel in my hand at the time, it...
We would be talking minutes
until I could put you under to fix it.
It's not even going to happen, so what are you worrying about?
You know your mantra about your past being behind you,
so let it go?
Yeah.
It's helping a lot of people.
What about you?
This is how I want to help you, okay?
I'm gonna freeze you. We're gonna give you a local.
Then Roxy is going to give you an epidural
to take care of the midline incision.
One-two punch.
Okay.
This is a one-shot deal. I can only give you 60 CCs.
Whatever you got to do to keep me conscious, okay?
And part of the decision making.
We'll take this one step at a time.
But you are gonna have to trust me.
Now, when we are on the bowel, you will feel some discomfort.
That's okay. I'll take over from there.
Okay, we'll ride this out together.
So, we have a plan.
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
So, what are we waiting for?
I'm not coming to this blind, Charlie. I read your chart.
Gavin Murphy, your last psychiatrist,
he thought you could manage your visions.
But you're having troubles, aren't you,
separating them from reality?
Now, Charlie...
I'm done with this.
Please, Charlie. Sit down, please.
You hear about that cat in Squamish?
No.
It was in the news.
The therapy cat at the old folk's home?
Yeah, they said it had this gift.
Whenever someone was about to die,
without fail, it would curl up with them.
So they knew if that thing showed you any love,
that was it, man.
You're done for.
I guess the question is,
did the cat know who was gonna live and who was gonna die,
or was it the one who was deciding all along?
And we are good to go.
Everyone ready?
Yeah.
Scalpel.
Layla, you all right?
I'm scared.
I'm here.
Dr. Reid?
Is everything okay up there?
Never better.
All right, you're gonna feel some pressure.
You all right?
I'm good.
Keep going.
Oh, no.
Oh, no, no.
Talk to me. Tell me what happened.
That can't be me, man. What is this?
Hey! The accident... what do you remember?
I don't know. There was a cat.
- A cat? What cat? - The frigging cat, man.
A cat ran out in front of me. What do you mean, what cat?
I have to get to work.
This isn't a good idea.
So, if someone should see you like this, it's...
I needed more time.
- Come on, Charlie. - Let's... Let's keep going.
Come on.
How is she, Roxy?
She's great, actually.
Heart rate stable, blood pressure steady.
What do you charge for that seminar?
Mm.
Get me out of here in one piece, I'll cut you a monster deal.
You get through this, it's on me.
Okay, Layla, I've come across a scar tissue
from your previous surgery.
I'm gonna have to manually reduce it.
There will be more pain.
Do it.
Okay, we can't keep doing this. You're moving too much.
- Distract me. - What?
Talk to me, please. It'll help.
Why did you come this morning?
Come on, you got to talk to me.
Okay, if you must know, my life has been falling apart lately.
- Why? What's missing? - What?
You said lately, which means you had something and now it's gone.
My mother passed away.
Ohh!
You got to keep talking to me, please.
Okay, and there's also my fianc� or e-ex.
- He, uh... - Left?
Not really. No, you know what?
I... This is just... This is too weird.
How do you think I feel? Come on, please.
Please keep talking. It's help... It's helping.
Okay, so you left.
And now you're wondering if you made the right decision.
Aah!
All right, there we have it, okay?
I'm through the scar tissue.
Do you love him?
We have to stop.
No. No, no, this is working.
Keep going.
No, Layla.
The bowel has lost blood supply. It's necrotic.
What does that even mean?
It means I don't have a choice anymore.
I have to put you under.
What if you don't?
Then you'll die.
His liver just needs time.
I mean, we're keeping him here as a precaution,
but, uh, it should heal itself.
Yeah, unless you're parading him around, shooting something...
What is that, a dating profile?
No, no, not at all. I mean, that...
Well, what is it? What are you doing?
Never mind.
You're right.
It was inappropriate, and I apologize.
All right.
Sorry, I had a bad day.
No, it was...
Well, those are passionate kids you've got.
- Yes. - They get that from you?
No. That's their mom.
I'm more...
- Pragmatist? - Yes.
- Somebody's got to be. - Right?
Yeah.
Although...
seems like the only time I'm spending with them lately
is just driving them someplace
or busting their chops for not doing chores.
But they admire you. You know that.
Yeah, when they're not afraid of me.
You know, at the, uh... at the risk of stepping over the line,
can I offer a little advice, pragmatist to pragmatist?
Sure.
Support their thing.
You don't know how lucky you are
to have kids with drive like that.
Yeah, they're pretty into it, right?
Some people spend their entire lives
searching for that kind of passion.
- All right. - Mm.
If you assure me Dom's liver can take it,
then you can go ahead and finish your whatev...
- Oh. - Yeah.
- Wait. - Well...
What are you shooting?
Really, it's a long story.
So...
the good news is Dr. Sekara will not be pressing charges.
What's the bad news?
You have to stop smashing light bulbs during your matches.
Well, that's part of my gimmick.
Jake, listen to me.
Smashing these light bulbs against your skin
is releasing trace amounts of mercury into your bloodstream.
It's what's causing your violent mood swings.
I have mercury poisoning.
Luckily, the mercury should flush itself out naturally,
and any sensory issues you're having should stop.
And I'll be fine then?
I'd like to see you next week just to check on your levels,
but, yeah.
You want to see me again.
Me or... the attending on call.
So I'll see you around.
Stop, wait.
- I want to say thank you. - It's not necessary.
I-I know it's not, but I just...
I'm sorry.
Uh... th-the mercury.
Goodbye, Mr. Bugle.
Get out of the way! This patient's on the brink of death!
- Move! Move! - Wait! Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!
- Huh? - Shahir.
Yes?
- You have to stop smiling. - Huh?
It's supposed to be serious.
No, not like that. Just a... Just do your normal.
- Just your regular face. - Like this?
- This is normal. - Yeah, just like that.
- Exactly, just like... - Iris?
Take it easy, take it easy.
It's okay.
Come up close to the wall here.
Yeah, come lean against the wall.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Honey, can you tell me what's happening?
Kind of dizzy.
- Uh-huh. - All right, just look straight ahead.
Okay.
No. No. You promised me.
That was before.
Now we need enough exposure
to evaluate the extent of the necrosis.
I can't do that without putting you under.
Her pulse is skyrocketing.
Dr. Reid, what do you want us to do?
Call it off. You got to call it off.
Okay, okay. No, don't... Get off me!
Okay. Okay.
Look, I understand that this is hard for you,
but if you don't let me take care of this, you will die.
I can't.
Don't ask me to.
Layla, let me fix this.
No, I can't do it.
I won't give up my power.
There is power in this...
a decision right here, right now.
You let go of what happened to you.
You choose what happens next.
You and I, we can do this together.
We have more than enough fire, like you said.
We just have to trust each other.
Don't leave me alone.
I won't leave you.
I will be here every step of the way.
Layla, we are running out of time.
Please.
Don't let this beat you.
Okay.
Roxy?
I was worried about Dom.
I guess I didn't remember hitting my head.
We assessed her, but he was our clear priority.
Her mother's gonna kill me.
I have good news.
You're leaking cerebral spinal fluid.
- What? - No, it's okay. It's minor.
Like I said, good news.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
She's afraid of needles.
Oh, but we're just gonna drain some of the excess fluid,
- and then we can get right back to filming. - Get that away from me!
Iris, it's gonna be okay.
No, it's not okay, Dad.
All right, everyone. Let's just take a deep breath.
Iris... can you wiggle your toes for me?
Right. Let's check motor function.
Yes. Mm-hmm.
- Guess I'm all good. - Mm.
Actually, you know what, Dr. Kinney?
I do need to check the patient's spine.
Of course. Iris, would you mind
lying on your side so he can take a look at your spine?
Let's get you right up here beside your dad.
Very slowly.
Careful.
- There we go. - Okay.
I'm just going to check the bone density in your spine.
You know I've never seen the movie "Evil Dead"?
Are you serious?
Not a fan of zombies. They don't have brains.
They're not zombies. They're "Deadites."
Oh. What's the difference?
Zombies are dumb.
They just shuffle around all slow and stupid.
And Deadites aren't like that?
No! No way.
They're smarter, and they play tricks and...
Ow! What was that?
That's a trick. At least my version of one.
Okay, that's the procedure. You're all done.
You just stabbed me in the back?
No...
Well, technically, yes. Yes, I did.
But I drained some of the excess fluid.
We're gonna keep you monitored just for a bit,
but I think you're gonna be just fine.
Layla? Layla, it's okay.
I'm here. I got you.
Oh, Alex.
It's done?
We're good. It's over.
You did this.
And you're safe.
Oh, thank you.
You're okay.
You're treating this accident
like it's not something that happens all the time.
How often do you treat drunk drivers?
What, daily? So why the rage?
What is it about him specifically?
Because he lied to me!
You couldn't tell the man from the spirit,
and that's upsetting.
No, it wasn't...
It was my fault.
You have to know that is not true.
You don't understand! You're not listening to me! You're not...
Because you're not telling the truth.
What really happened, Charlie?
Hey!
What was this about a cat?
What happened to the cat?
Okay. I give.
What are we doing?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no. No.
No!
Help!
He has no pulse!
No. No.
I wasted time.
If I had just gotten there sooner,
if he hadn't held me up...
You are losing control.
You've got to shut it down. Stop it.
I can't.
Maybe you can.
What are you talking about?
You couldn't save him
because you didn't have enough time...
because you were talking to them.
And what if it happens again?
What if, next time, it's Luke?
I'm not gonna let that happen.
Oh, no? What are you gonna do about it?
I'll stop it if I can.
I'm here to help.
I'm here to put things back the way they should be.
What do you... You think I want to see them?
Do you think I... Do you think I w... I want any of this?
I can fix it. I can.
But first you have to trust me before it takes them all...
Luke, Alex...
the new baby.
I can't... I can't get away.
They're...
They're everywhere.
They're everywhere!
They're...
Charlie.
I should've been there.
I should've...
Okay.
I should've...
Okay.
Okay, come here. Come here.
I got you. I got you.
Shh.
Hibiscus mint. No caffeine.
Thank you.
I wanted to see how you were doing,
check and see how those staples are healing.
That just an excuse to see me?
I really do believe
people come into each other's lives for a reason.
And I think that yours was to help me through this.
Thank you.
It's my job.
No, your job is to cut people up and take out their disease.
You went above and beyond and...
I would really like to do the same thing for you,
maybe help you move through
whatever past you're running from.
You did a great thing for me today.
I'd like to balance the scales, if possible.
I'm handling it.
This doesn't look like handling it to me.
I have to talk to the family.
Not like this.
Go home.
Get some rest.
I'll take care of it.
And... lights.
When he told me he wanted to adopt,
I never questioned that Shahir would be a father.
That's not to say he doesn't face challenges...
difficulty communicating, forming relationships.
These are the things they teach us at medical school
when we study autism.
But we all struggle with connection...
fathers and sons, friends, students, family members.
Shahir might have to fight twice as hard
to connect with the people in his life,
but he does it without complaint.
He does it honestly, with the needs of others in mind,
and his patients adore him for it.
That's why I know he'll be a great father,
because he's a great man.
Asking whether or not
Shahir Hamza should be given the chance to be a father
is simply the wrong question.
The one you should be asking is,
"Who's the kid out there lucky enough to get him for a dad?"
You missed the standing ovation in there.
Ah.
Is something on your mind?
So many passionate people today.
Shahir and your kids
just, you know, fighting for what they want,
knowing they want it with every fiber of their being,
and it... it makes me question what that might be for me.
Right.
Midlife crisis.
Something like that, yeah. Yeah.
So I spent this last year chasing after a new specialty,
thinking that was what I wanted.
But now that I have it...
There's still something missing.
Yeah.
- I bombed my pitches today. - What?
Yeah, if I didn't get the call the kids were in the hospital,
- I'd have been laughed out of the building. - Aw.
Wasn't good.
But you captured something in there.
- Seriously. - Oh.
You've got s-something. I don't know. An ease or...
And the camera adores you.
Oh, now you're just busting my chops.
- I'm really not. - Come on.
Listen, I've had this idea
- for quite some time. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, it's...
- it's a medical show geared towards women. - Mm.
But I've never been able to find the right host.
Oh, you...
- You're not serious. - I am.
You want to grab some dinner and talk about it?
Okay.
Oh, and, obviously, it's not, you know,
some weird "casting couch" kind of thing.
Oh, too bad.
When did that change?
Dr. Harris said he had some surgeries
that needed to be moved up?
I'm calling the patients in now.
Yeah, hold off on that.
I'll take care of it myself.
Mrs. Crace, it's Dawn Bell.
We need to talk about Charlie Harris.
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