The Night Shift

Okay. What do we got?

Patient called 9-1-1 for acute onset worst headache of life.

Nausea and visual changes.

B.P.'S 147/89, heart rate's sinus, tach in the 120s.

Help me. Everything's blurry.

I-I... my hand is numb.

Okay, possible aneurysm.

Let's go straight to C.T., and then I'll tap her.

Wait, I have a backpack. Don't worry.

No, I came in with a red backpack.

The medics will bring it right in. Don't worry about it.

You need to go back to the exam room, Mr. Neville.

Hey, I like how you look in those scrubs.

Thank you. But we bring the test to you.

I don't want you to put anything up my bottom.

We'll try not to.

I just need you to go back and sit and wait for me.

I'll wait for you all night.

Okay. Great. Fine.

Uh, actually... whoa. Um...

Over there.

Oh, yeah. Just... Getting my bearings.

Okay. Right there.

Can we stay out here a little longer?

I hate being stuck in my room.

I know you do. It's just what's best for you.

But here, I do have something for you.

Something even better than a parking lot full of sun?

I don't think so.

Hmm? Don't be so sure.

What... Is that... Turkish delight.

Just don't go selling out to the ice queen like Edmund.

Never.

You can have some after your percussion therapy.

You gotta wait for me, though.

Not now? Man.

Man. Ugh. No. Now.

Mm.

Ooh!

Let's get you back,

get you to your breathing treatment.

Okay.

Woman: Do we have any more signs?

What are they doing out here? And in their regular clothes?

We are on strike, honey.

It's like seeing your teacher at the grocery store.

In her underwear.

The hospital promised us raises three years ago

and still hasn't followed through.

And they always have us working shorthanded.

Do you have anything to do with this?

I do not, ma'am. No way.

In fact, they're the real bosses. Don't forget that.

We're all on your sides. Good luck.

Thanks, drew. Brianna: Bye, guys.

Drew: All right. Hey, bri.

Hey, Dr. toph. Hey.

And what do you want?

You could catch more flies with honey, Mollie.

Oh, so now I'm supposed to provide you honey?

I just need you to tell me where the EKG paper is

and the handheld urinals.

Ask the scabs you called in to replace us.

Throw me a bone, ladies.

Only two scabs have shown. We're on the same side.

We're all getting screwed by the hospital.

Some of us are getting screwed just a little bit more, toph. Yeah.

Come on. It's the patients getting screwed now.

You're really gonna go there? You're gonna put that on us?

You need to take those handheld urinals

and shove them straight up your...

If could find them, you know? But...

Okay, I need you to draw a rainbow on Mr. Neville

and get it to the lab stat.

Absolutely.

Um, where are the I.V. Start kits

and the saline bags?

Yeah, uh, they're in the supply chest

down the hall. Which supply chest?

And where's the lab?

Should I be taking notes?

Uh, never mind. Never mind. Uh, Shannon.

Can you draw blood on Mr. Neville?

Yeah, but, uh... Shoot.

What?

Paul. Over there. So?

So I sort of slept with him.

What?

I already regret it, so a little less shock would be appreciated.

How did this even happen?

A little vulnerability, maybe some hormones.

But now he's gonna get all weird and clingy

and maybe even cry in front of me.

I mean, you know him,

and I really don't need that this morning, so...

Hey.

Hey.

Mm, seems fine.

Oh, my god, I was dying.

Man, be cool.

Yeah, I just... i don't want her to think that

I'm not interested, you know, because I am.

I mean, like, really interested.

M-maybe I should... You know what?

I'm gonna... I'm gonna text her and explain... look, hey, hey.

You did... you did me this favor in return for my advice,

so I'm gonna something for you.

Give me your phone.

Wait. Oh, no... okay.

Man, hey, play it cool, all right?

She thinks you're too into her,

she'll drop you like a bad habit.

Now just remember what I told you.

That women... Women play the game.

Right, exactly. You got it. Okay.

So... so keep it cool, man. Trust me.

I promise you, it works. All right?

Right.

Can I talk to you, Kenny? Privately?

Yeah.

I might need my phone, though.

Hey, you... you know I was just playing, right, joce?

Yeah, I don't care about that. That's after hours.

But right now, you're our union liaison.

We've walked out and you're walking in?

Oh, no, I'm not here to nurse. No, I'm here for Lauren.

You know, she's the...

The high school soccer star I've been training.

She's been sick for weeks. She might have pneumonia.

She has practice, then school, practice,

and so this is the only time she could come by.

There are other people here to help.

The scabs? Oh, no, no, no. No, no.

No, she's come way too far to get lost in the shuffle.

There's a recruiter coming on Thursday.

She's got a shot to be the first in the family to go to college.

But she's gotta be on, not sick.

I heard that. And I'm not sick.

I'm just feeling a little tired

'cause you work my ass into the ground.

I only give you what I know you can handle. Mm.

Okay, well, I get it.

So get her checked in

and get your butt outside on the line.

My bad.

Did I get you in trouble with your girlfriend?

Nah, it's just some work stuff. Mm-hmm.

And she's not my girlfriend.

Oh, so is that why she hangs around the gym all the time?

It's just work stuff? That's cool.

Mind your own business.

Let's get you in to Dr. cummings. Yeah, all right, coach.

Oh, hold on.

It's a mom check in. I gotta take this. Yeah.

Hey, ma.

Um, uh, where's the ambulance that brought me in?

In the parking lot. This is sort of my first day...

No, I gotta find my backpack. Well, I could get that for...

Okay, maybe not.

You better get your ass out there, Kenny.

Mollie's gonna kill you. Oh, uh, EKG paper?

Please help me.

Oh, under the counter in the box marked "EKG paper."

Have you seen Paul? No.

We need to get our nurses back.

Tell management, not us.

Yeah, we did.

Management's taking their own sweet time with negotiations.

Okay, has anybody seen my patient?

I dropped her off in C.T. five minutes ago.

She went to go get her backpack.

Sorry, you let a patient that came in, in an ambulance

walk out of the E.R.?

Oh. I-i, uh...

To get the backpack that's right there at your feet?

Oh, jeez.

The paramedics must've brought that in.

I-I'll go take it back to her.

Where's the John?

No, Mr. Neville.

Uh, did you see a woman come out here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, ma. Okay.

Yeah, I'll be home soon. Yeah, bye.

Jordan: Mr. Neville? Mr. Neville!

Lauren!

You're okay, Lauren. It's gonna be okay. You're okay.

Come on, Lauren. I got you.

Aah! My leg. My leg. My leg!

I got you. Aah! My leg!

Oh, god! Help! I need help! Tee!

Tee, I need you!

Okay. You're okay. Her leg is hemorrhaging.

We need to get a tourniquet on it.

Hand me that blood pressure cuff. Go. Aah!

I got you, okay.

I need you to get me a milligram of dilaudid or morphine,