Transplant

You're not the only residents who put in.

How will you decide who gets the one spot?

You think that this place saved you,

it makes sense that you would be worried.

I really want that job, Bash.

I'm going to do everything I can to get it.

I'm on the transplant list.

So you've decided not to decide.

I used to cut myself. I managed mostly to stop.

I don't know you, but I know trauma.

And if you really thought that that was something I was capable of,

maybe it's because some part of you is.

I wait but no one is come so I decide to get on with my night.

Guess he'll just need to find a doctor

who isn't trying to prove his lapses in judgment are behind him.

- Theo? - Damn it, Rhoda, are you deaf?

You're not hearing what she's saying!

And you don't even work here!

Here we go!

My sister and I immigrated here because of a man who helped us.

He found us overseas when we were very desperate.

But?

What do you want, Bashir?

- I stopped by your place. - Tracey told me where you were.

She must have been surprised to see you.

- Did the kids recognize you? - A little bit.

It's been such a long time.

I remember you used to come here a few days a week.

Look, if you need to go to work or anything, that's...

I should probably get home shower, yeah.

Last time I saw Amira, she was nine?

- Yeah, 15 now. - Starting high school.

And you?

I'm re-doing my residency at York.

- Surgery? - Emerg.

Still very much you. First year?

It's my fourth year, actually.

Are you still back and forth overseas?

Among other things.

This is me.

Listen, Elliot, uh...

The way I left things when we moved out,

I've just been thinking about it, and...

Now, after five years?

Six years of not speaking.

I know, I know. I should've reached out earlier.

Yeah, you didn't. Not until your last year of residency.

Uh... Anyway, um, what's next for you?

Fellowship? Specialization? ED job?

All that is up in the air right now.

And I'm the guy who once tried to help.

No, no. I'm not here to ask for your help.

The way that you say "moved out" so casually.

You and Amira were part of our family.

You just packed up and left.

I mean, the kids kept asking about you.

I didn't know what to say. What we'd done...

- No, no. Nothing. - Look, you were perfect

and we owe you so much. It's just...

I couldn't uh...

I should go.

Say hi to your sister for me.

Hey, medium, black.

Don't I owe it to them to be honest about the whole situation?

No. It's your private information.

The hospital owes you nothing. If you tell them

you're on the transplant list before they decide who gets the job...

It gives them a reason not to give it to me.

But my chief, Dr. Devi, you know,

she's done a lot to make room for my physical limitations.

Every time I have to go for labs like today,

- I have to make up an excuse. - When we were trying for kids,

I made the mistake of telling one of the partners.

Next thing I know, they promoted the guy hired to work under me.

The second time, I didn't tell them until I was five months.

And, what if a heart comes and I have to take a year off work?

You should get the job when that happens.

Legally at that point, they have to offer you medical leave.

They're not your family, Magalie.

- Yeah, speaking of that. - It's Mom's birthday,

and I didn't get the "Be at L'Express wearing

"the dress I bought you in 2006" text.

If she's still afraid of getting us together

after the split, I'm pretty sure we can help with that.

About that...

Last night.

Without even telling me?

- Oh, Dad was there, too. - Yeah, and you're right.

They can still share space.

We sort of used my boys as a buffer.

How could you not call me, Cam?

She made me promise.

You know how much is on your plate right now.

Oh, so you decided for me like I'm not even a real person.

Mags, what you said about a year off,

does that mean you're saying yes to a heart?

What happened to getting out of your head

and only deciding if one comes?

Yeah, that's a mindset, Cam.

I'm trying to embrace it,

but think about how I'm living right now.

Like, if...

If, if a...

If a heart eventually comes and I take it,

my thirties could be over by the time I'm recovered.

What's in my life now, that's what I'll have.

- Okay, I'm sorry. - What can I do?

Well, this dinner, again, all of us.

I'll get the 8:00 P.M. flight to Montreal.

And don't let our parents have one sip of champagne before I get there.

- Craig Albright? - Yeah.

- Hi, I'm Dr. Hamed, Bashir. - Finally.

Tell us you're going to help him. He's in agony.

I am, but full disclosure, we're running low on beds in our department

so I'm only here to assess needs.

You told our triage nurse

that you are experiencing some hip pain.

Did you fall or injure yourself?

Because I'm looking at your medical history and...

Can we please have the discussion in private?

Craig didn't fall or anything like that.

He was getting into his car when the pain just started.

Angrily slamming the door after getting me from school, he means.

And no, that's not how this happened.

And don't ask Eli to say how.

I mean, it's only his eye. Why would he know?

Two great medical mysteries for you to solve today, Doctor.

Uh, well, at least you got the afternoon off school.

- You're in what? Seventh grade? - Tenth.

You don't need to correct him for me, Dad.

I can handle the embarrassment. In fact, I don't even feel any,

- so it's fine. - You're being rude!

- Craig, it's fine. - No, none of us would be here right now

if we weren't called to the V.P.'s office

for a punch in the face that you won't admit.

This is the part where I cheerfully confess to being bullied?

Except it's not that part because I'm not.

And nobody hit me.

Why don't I grab a porter to take Craig to X-ray?

This way we can rule out any fracture of any kind.

And hopefully, by the time you're back,

- we'll have a bed ready for you. - Sure, thank you.

Dr. Devi, do you remember that patient I lost

- to carbon monoxide poisoning? - Faulty unit in his building.

You reported it to public health?

Yeah, but I also dug into the amount of illnesses

and deaths we see in patients from low-income housing.

Mould, pipes, ventilation.

I'd like to share that data with public health as well.

Those risks are minimized with greater awareness.

Stats only. No patient data for privacy.

And I will need to review it up first.

But it's a good idea.

You should both know you won't be in limbo

for much longer about the fellowship spot.

I'm deciding by the end of the month.

Last year, they announced them near graduation,

- that's in six months. - Yup.

Mags, I admitted the bowel obstruction

so there's a bed for your knee sprain now.

Actually, Rhoda, can we give that to Craig Albright

when he gets back from his X-ray?

He's way down the queue.

He's in pain and won't tell us why.

Plus, his son has a black eye

he doesn't want to talk about either.

You thinking domestic violence?

Something seemed off.

I could check with a social worker.

Let Mags try.

She's good at getting underneath complex dynamics.

- You stay on Dad, Bashir. - Sure.

This son is older than he looks and touchy about it. Eli.

Got your note. We'll be fine without you

- for an hour today. - Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

It's the only time I could get for that appointment.

I know some of the other hospitals are already interviewing...

No, it's not that. It's personal.

Okay.

End of the month. That's like, next week.

Yeah. Perfect timing for you to be officially better

at getting underneath complex dynamics.

So, you have your CBT and self-harm worksheets, and your partners.

- Get going. - Want to start?

I didn't write anything down.

First time at one of these?

No, it's my second.

Last time, I bailed halfway through so...

- You? - Oh, I'm a vet.

Allow me.

"Strategies for revealing your scars,

visible and invisible.

Number one, the plausible lie."

Uh, my cat scratched me.

I don't have a cat.

I see you've never taken improv.

- I'm a doctor, why would I... - So what? I'm a chef.

It forces you to let yourself be embarrassed.

Okay...

Why don't we just move on to number two?