Complications

Previously on "Complications"...

We had an eight-year-old daughter, Becky..

We lost her last year.

- - Help!

Somebody help!

- I'm a doctor. - They're coming back, man!

While your pops is gone, it's my job to look out for you.

See that man right there? He a doctor, he got your back.

I run things for Easy. That's Antoine's daddy.

- There you go. - Is this a fake medical record?

Uh, yeah.

If you want Antoine in the system

at Ansley Surgical Center, this is the way to do it.

Someone was transferred over to Ansley under the wrong name.

Really?

Yes, really.

Let me sort it out.

I want answers on my desk tomorrow.

Will you get off my back about the schedule?

It's the night shift, Sam! It's my job.

This isn't about your job!

I am in there boxing up Becky's things by myself

because you don't want to deal with anything.

Just because I won't grieve on your timeline...

That is completely unfair!

Really? You're yelling at me right now

'cause I won't stop everything.

I'm asking you to stop shutting me out!

You don't talk to me. You won't come to group.

Wanna know why I don't go to group?

'Cause it's self-indulgent pseudoscience bullshit.

Okay?

The stages of grief they go on about...

that was made up by a psychiatrist in the '60s.

It's a fiction.

A fiction?

So what, I'm some sort of pathetic dupe for going?

That's not what I meant.

You make me feel like I'm going through this all alone.

So a few days ago, I got a letter in the mail

from a cooking school.

I guess Trish signed us up for some cooking classes

before she passed.

An anniversary surprise.

But I didn't hide from it.

I didn't push it away.

Instead, I picked up the phone,

and I called the place,

and I scheduled the class.

Decadent Desserts.

You know, I figured if I was gonna be crying,

might as well be over a chocolate mousse cake

with an almond dacquoise.

Anyway, when I started coming here,

never would have been able to make that call.

So... thanks.

'Cause of you, I'm gonna gain 30 pounds.

Okay, it was a few weeks after I went back to work,

and I saw this stapler,

started bawling.

Why?

This is gonna make me sound like a bad mom, but...

When Becky was in first grade,

I got her the school uniform,

and we were in a rush, so I didn't have her try it on.

First day of school,

she comes downstairs in this skirt,

and it fits her like a parachute.

It's so big.

We're running out the door.

There's no time to alter it.

- So I... -

Yeah.

Oh, I'm terrible.

No, no, you're like MacGyver.

- Jeez. - Hey, we're still here.

If they wanted us to leave, they should have just asked.

I'm sorry.

I'm... I'm sorry. Uh...

- _ - (John) Nurse Polk, do you have a second?

Actually, I don't, Dr. Ellison.

No, I really need to talk to you.

We're done, remember?

So whatever your problem is right now,

have someone else help you.

Or fix it your Goddamn self.

I'm with a patient, Doctor.

Bridget knows someone was transferred to Ansley.

We need to move Antoine Tyler.

What happened?

I told her I'd look into it,

but if I don't come up with something,

she starts to go looking, and she finds out

that Antoine was the one transferred to Ansley.

Dr. Ellison!

If she finds out about Antoine,

this whole thing comes unraveled.

Oh, so now you need me.

No, this isn't about me.

This is about an 11-year-old boy lying in a hospital bed

with a gunshot wound.

And what do you propose that we do?

Maybe weet him... get him a hotel room or something,

bring some medical equipment in there.

Dr. O'Neill is breathing down our backs,

and you want to steal an IV pump

and a truckload of antibiotics?

I'm just trying to come up with a solution.

Dr. Ellison!

All right, uh, listen,

I might... might have a place,

but it's not gonna be cheap, and we're gonna need some...

Dr. Ellison!

What is it, Natasha?

Incoming Trauma Two.

All right, you go, and I'll make some phone calls.

Thank you.

19-year-old female, hypertensive,

severe lacerations, major blood loss.

- Clear the way! - What happened?

Cops busted up a college party in Candler Park.

Kids jumped out a window.

This one landed on a razor wire fence.

We were just hanging out, and then the cops charged in.

- Get it off! - Oh, my God, is she gonna die?

- Status? - It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be all right. Just have a seat here.

She lost about a liter of blood.

- One, two, three. - Get it off!

You couldn't remove more of this stuff?

We tried, but it's hard as hell to cut.

When you do, it snaps back at you like a snake.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - It hurts!

Hold her down, hold her down.

Hey, Natasha, page Dr. Harper.

Then go down to maintenance

and get me some electrical gloves.

Electrical gloves?

Yeah, go!

- Okay, Okay. You got it? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay. Okay, steady, steady.

Okay, on my count, okay? One, two, three.

- - Yep, got it.

- Okay. - Steady.

Beautiful, beautiful.

- There it is. - Okay, nice.

Got it, got it. Next one.

We're hitting the tibial nerve.

Yep, we need to knock her out.

Let's give her fentanyl, 50 mics.

Wait, wait. Hold up on that.

This isn't really, like, a "hold up" kind of situation.

Look at her BP.

We gave her three bags of fluids,

and it's still low.

I think these girls

were self-medicating before they got here.

And if she's already high...

No sense in bringing more drugs to the party.

Good call.

Well, let's see what her friend can tell us.

No, no, no, don't look down.

No, keep your eyes on the handsome doctor.

You're gonna be fine, okay?

So your friend,

can you tell me what she's on?

Nothing.

She's isn't... we aren't even really friends.

It's just when Tanya fell into the wire,

everyone else ran.

And you stayed behind?

I couldn't leave her there. She was screaming.

No, that was the right thing to do.

You helped her.

I promise you, you'll be helping her now

if you tell me what she took.

If I don't know and I give her the wrong medication,

it could hurt her.

I think she was powerballing.

Coke and H.

Okay, tell Quentin no opioids.

And no beta blockers either.

What's your name?

Mandy.

Mandy, can I take a look at your hand, please?

You feeling all right?

Yeah, fine.

You see there here?

They're called splinter hemorrhages.

Could be harmless,

just vasculitis from an allergic reaction,

or more likely something called endocarditis.

What is that?

It's an infection of your heart valves.

If you've been using...

What?

Well, we see it a lot from dirty needles.

No, I mean, I... I've only done that a couple times.

And these things have been there for weeks.

I told you, I feel fine.