The Resident

Previously on The Resident...

The child you gave up when you were 13,

he's-he's out there, he's looking for you.

Well, I wrote back and I told him I wanted no contact.

Hey, how's it going so far?

- Just enjoy the spa retreat. - Okay.

I got this. I'm Super Dad.

Hey, do you want to get a bite?

That's really sweet,

but I am just whipped.

You know, it's not like I meant anything by it.

I'll wait for you, and we can talk

about moving in together.

Excuse me, I've been waiting to get a cast.

Our tech just went home sick.

I'll have someone with you as soon as possible.

And I don't feel great myself.

Hey, I don't see that Winston ever checked out.

I'm gonna go down and check on my patient

Winston Robards, okay?

Hi, it's Devon. I can't get to

the phone right now. Leave a message and I'll call you back.

It's Leela. This is the third time I've called or texted.

Call me back when you can. I'm starting to get worried.

Kit, I just wanted to talk to you about last night.

Me asking you to dinner.

Of course, but can it wait?

I've got eight full hours

of bureaucratic nonsense in my future.

A board meeting, two high-end donor phone calls,

and a mandated kitchen hygiene inspection.

- The board. - Oh, thank you.

Oh, and I've almost landed Dr. Browner

from St. Paul's Hospital.

Browner? The neurosurgeon?

He's a specialist in skull-based tumors.

He'd be a Barrett Cain replacement.

Expensive, but I'd love to have him at Chastain.

Browner is a star with a national reputation.

He would burnish our image.

Oh, come on.

Another item to add to the list:

call Custodial about the elevator.

- Yancy. - Yeah?

Elevator two is stuck at the roof. Go take a gander.

Have either of you heard from Devon?

- I've been calling him all morning. - Probably overslept.

- Coffee? - He doesn't oversleep.

And he said he'd quit after he rounded

on his last few patients last night,

and then he didn't text me after that.

Might have turned off his phone

and fallen asleep in a spare room. I've done that.

More than once.

I'll try the on-call room. That's probably the answer.

That's odd.

Oh, my God.

This is Yancy. I need help. By the helipad.

I need a doctor. Hurry!

Hey, watch out!

She's ODing. We need to get her to a hospital.

No, no, no. We drop her back at the dorms.

Campus security will find her.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Good idea.

They'll take care of her.

They'll take care of her? With what...

Band-Aids and a flashlight?

Dude, if we take her to the ER, they're gonna call the police.

Then they're gonna drug test her and us.

Then they'll call the school and we'll all get expelled.

So you'll let her die to protect your B.A. in French Literature?

You know you'll lose your scholarship, too.

He doesn't care, okay? He can go

- anywhere he wants. - Okay, you guys can bail.

I'll take her to the ER myself.

Hospital, now!

Okay! Okay, okay, okay, okay.

Hi.

- Hello. - Ah.

Look at that... no crying.

The perfect drop-off. Oh, my gosh.

When your mom comes over tonight, mm,

she's gonna be so impressed.

Ooh... I love you, GiGi!

Say, "Bye, Da Da". Yeah.

Bye-bye.

Hey, man, are you a doctor?

My friend OD'd. She's still breathing but she needs help.

OD incoming! Need some help in here.

What did she take and when did she take it?

Uh, I d-I don't know. I just found her like this.

- What's your name? - Trevor.

Trevor, listen to me carefully.

I need to know exactly what drug she took,

otherwise I can't help her.

Two milligrams of a generic 3,4 methylenedioxymethamphetamine.

A party drug, like ecstasy.

But it wouldn't cause respiratory distress like this.

Okay. So, maybe opiates, too?

No, no, no. She told me she wasn't using those.

Conrad. It's Devon, he's hurt. He's in Bay Ten.

Give her O2 and Narcan. Let me know if she doesn't wake up.

We'll take care of her.

What the hell happened?

They found him collapsed in the elevator on the roof.

- Is he responsive? - Unconscious, localizing to pain.

Devon.

Devon? You know where you are, buddy?

- He's seizing. - Push two of Lorazepam.

Hold him steady.

- This better work. - Done.

He's settling.

We need a scan.

I'll take him.

I'm going with you.

Irving, can you take the OD in Bay Two?

Sure. Hundley, with me.

Oh, my God.

Why are you here?

- I'm not here to see you. - Please just

- lower your voice. - W-Wait, wait, you think I'm stalking you

in an ER? Are you really that self-absorbed?

I know this is hard, but I can't have you

in my life right now. I told you that.

- I thought we had an agreement. - Get a grip.

I am not trying to reconnect with my birth mother.

I gave up on that. The sign out front

said this was a hospital.

My friend's ODing.

She's dying. So maybe do your job and help her?

I am a neurosurgeon, not an ER doctor.

But our team here is great.

They'll take good care of your friend.

Oh, and nobody here knows about you, so please,

if you would just respect my privacy.

Give her another dose of Narcan and double the dose.

If she doesn't respond, we intubate.

Giving .08.

This is dose number three.

Sleeping Beauty awakens.

What the hell? Who are you?

Oh, damn it!

Son of a bitch, my head.

Oh. I was fine.

- I was... - You weren't fine, you were dead.

I doubt that.

Doctors are always saying

how they saved your life, but it's crap.

Actually, it was your friend that saved your life.

You OD'd. He carried you into the ER.

Trev?

Hey.

You feeling okay?

I'm good. Better.

You really carried me in here?

You're the best. Seriously.

My hero.

Knight in shining armor.

Okay, here's the deal.

Hospitals freak me out. I feel fine. I'm leaving.

I've got a sick doctor going to CT

and I see ten ODs a week.

I don't have time for your nonsense.

You leave when I say you can.

101.4.

Could be the drugs you took,

but have you been having any fevers at home?

Any cough or cold?

Mm-mmm.

Anyone ever tell you you have a heart murmur?

No. Why are you asking?

Page Raptor. We need an echo.

There's a lot she's not telling us.

We just heard. How is he?

Still profoundly altered.

Bradycardic, hypotensive.

Well, a nurse told us he might have been assaulted.

- Was there head trauma? - Bruising and lacerations,

but I'm reserving judgment

until that CT comes up.

If he was assaulted in our hospital,

I have to call the police.

Scans are coming up now.

Well, that's a normal head CT.

No evidence of stroke or bleed.

Which rules out brain injury as the primary issue.

I don't think he was assaulted.

Look at his lungs.

Bilateral infiltrates.

You know, he could have aspirated when he was down,

and that would explain the hypoxemia.

He might have, but that wouldn't explain the seizure.

I just don't know.

Let's review the differential.

We ruled out brain bleed.

- And stroke. - What about an arrhythmia?

Maybe it made him pass out and hit his head.

It's possible, but his EKG was normal.

Nothing strange on telemetry.

Are his labs back?