Chicago Med

Who's there?

I've already called the police!

Mr. Sullivan, you were sentenced to three years

for a class IV felony aggravated battery

of one Pawel Wapniarski.

We're here to consider a compassionate release

based on a new diagnosis?

My client's physician, Dr. Mitchell Ripley,

would like to address the board.

Dr. Ripley?

Mr. Sullivan's latest PET scan

indicates that his cancer has metastasized

to his lymph nodes and adrenal glands.

Given this new diagnosis,

how much time does Mr. Sullivan have,

in your opinion?

Less than three months.

Thank you, Dr. Ripley.

Mr. Sullivan has a new family.

This is his girlfriend, Lynne, and his son, Nate,

who he's barely got a chance to hold.

I've known Mr. Sullivan most of my life.

He's not perfect.

Far from it.

But he's a good man, and...

I believe his son would be better off

knowing his father

during the short amount of time he has left.

Thank you.

Thanks, man.

Ta-da.

My first attempt at Ma's sweet potato pie recipe.

I'm sure you nailed it.

- Mmm. -

Well, you can be the judge tomorrow.

- Yeah. - Hey. Sorry.

Uh, where's Hannah?

Got two cans of cranberry sauce with her name on it.

She's decorating the doctor's lounge for Friendsgiving.

You remembered the potluck.

Best thing about a demotion

is the freedom to do grocery store errands.

Is that self-pity I hear?

On the contrary, it's just a more well-rested,

more relaxed disposition.

Hmm.

Your sister call you back?

- Nope. - Sorry.

No, you know, I made a peace offering.

- Ball's in her court now. - Yeah.

Good morning, Dr. Archer.

Good morning, Dr. Lenox.

I promise not to make this awkward.

I'm glad to hear that.

I know a change like this could be difficult to process.

It's good, actually.

It feels like a huge weight's been lifted.

You sound like you mean that.

That's because I do.

You're the boss, and I respect that.

And I'm gonna make sure that everybody else

around here does too.

- I appreciate that. Thank you. -

Overdose just pulling up in five, Dr. Lenox.

- On it. - Oh, no, no, no.

No worries. I got this. I just gotta change first.

Is he really okay?

He thinks he is.

Just go with it.

- Hey. - Hi.

The board rejected Sully's compassionate release request.

I'm so sorry, Mitch.

I'm so sorry.

The chairwoman said that

if he was well enough to commit battery,

he was well enough to serve out his sentence.

He should be with Lynne and Nate.

- I know. -

Sully screwed up. I... he did.

But he doesn't deserve to die alone in jail.

Hey. Come here.

Going to treatment five. Talk to me, Corey.

Ariel Sparkman, 24-year-old female, possible drug overdose.

Heart rate 122, BP 130/70.

Her roommate found her passed out on the floor

next to a nearly empty bottle of pills.

What did she take and how much?

Antidepressants.

Ariel probably took around 10 to 15 pills,

but she's only supposed to take one per day.

I called her psychiatrist. She's on her way.

All right, on my count. One, two, three.

Struggling to breathe.

- Okay. -

Heart rate is climbing at 165.

You experience chest pain?

Let's bolus her a liter of LR

and get her an EKG

and a tox order set for a possible overdose.

- You got it. - Morning, Dean.

I have the bullet points, but do we know what she took?

Antidepressants, but her heart rate's

just shot through the roof.

This is her roommate.

- Savannah. - Hi, Savannah.

Do you happen to know the name of the antidepressant

she's been taking?

No.

We left so fast. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Her breathing is worsening.

Ariel, how are you doing?

I'm Dr. Charles. I want you to do me a favor.

Take a deep breath with me, okay?

Ready?

In through the nose...

And out through the mouth.

Beautiful. One more time.

In through the nose and out through the mouth.

Excellent.

Ariel's not overdosing. She's having a panic attack.

Sarah?

Hello, Dr. Charles. It's nice to see you.

And you are?

I'm Ariel's psychiatrist, Dr. Reese.

I used to work here.

Tachycardia is improving.

Should I still run those labs?

No need, Doris.

You still have privileges at Gaffney, Dr. Reese?

I don't, but I was hoping

Dr. Charles might grant them while Ariel's here.

- Of course. - Cancel those labs, Doris.

Mm-hmm.

I promise this physical reaction

was not brought on by the drug itself.

It was fear, your fear.

And now you are taking back control.

Deep breaths.

- - Good.

I'm gonna go call your parents, Ariel, okay?

I'll be right back.

Thank you, Dr. Reese.

Hey, Daniel.

Some history there?

Yeah, Sarah interned under me when she was here.

Can't say we parted under the best of terms.

It was complicated. But let me tell you something.

She's so talented.

I haven't seen her in six years.

A May-December thing?

No, Dean.

It was a people thing.

Okay.

Dr. Archer, aren't you joining the festivities?

Oh, you bet.

I can't miss out on Doris's Jell-O salad.

It's even better than her cookies.

How about you?

Well, I wish I could, but I'm meeting Dennis in...

oh, jeez.

I forgot to charge my watch.

Anyway, I'm gonna grab some things from my office,

and then I'm out.

Oh, sounds lovely.

How are you holding up?

Letting go of the reins isn't always easy.

Mm, I got in my head about it at first,

but frankly, it's been liberating

to focus on just being a doctor again.

- Feels good. - I'm glad.

You're an excellent doctor.

Oh, don't blow smoke up my lab coat, please.

Oh, no smoke, just simple fact.

- All right. - Happy Thanksgiving.

You too.

Hey, Catie?

Kip.

Can we talk?

Oh, why don't you close the blinds too?

Hide me from your terrified minions, right?

I told you never to come here.

Why?

Are you afraid I'll tell them you're not actually scary?

- - What do you want, Kip?

I can't go tonight.

What? Well, why not?

Something came up.

I don't believe you.

Kudos to the human lie detector.

Nothing came up. I just simply don't wanna go.

What happened to your face? Looks like...

Nothing.

Just fell.

Oh, you fell?

'Cause it looks like you got punched.