The Pitt

2701! Get the fuck out!

Is there a MedicAlert bracelet?

- Did you get an ID on him? - Student ID.

- Name says Jackson Davis. - That's a start.

- Jackson, what's going on? - Title 18!

- Title section 508! - Javadi, you're with us.

We're gonna take good care of you, Mr. Davis.

- You're in a safe place. - You're okay.

- Get off! - Trauma One.

- Reasonableness! 2709! - Okay, okay, Jackson.

We're gonna need you to calm down

to get the Taser barbs out of your neck.

- Do you need to jump on that? - Mm-mm.

Covering calls for Dana.

Stop talking to me.

You can't! Title 2710...

Hard to assess pupils.

- Hard to assess anything. - Yeah, yeah.

Wait till after he's sedated.

- 10 of olanzapine. - No, no.

That'll take 15 minutes to kick in.

Uh, 5 of droperidol puts him down in 5.

No, you can't give it without knowing his QT.

Two beats of a rhythm strip before he took off the leads.

No.

You can't be in here. Get out!

That looks good. Go with the droperidol.

Get the fuck out! Get off me!

Do we take the Taser barbs out?

- 2701. - No.

We got to wait till he calms down first.

Get off me, man. 2901, get out!

Get out! 2710.

Title 18, section... 1938.

Mr. Randall, happy 20th anniversary

and a very happy Fourth of July.

But no sex fireworks for you tonight.

Give everything a chance to heal.

Don't worry, I will.

Thanks, Doc. Ow.

We're going right back through here, okay, ma'am?

Oh, thank you.

Change the dressing twice a day.

Doggy bag of the ointment and nonstick gauze.

Cool. I know the drill.

Come back if it starts to ache or stink.

Exactly. Good luck. Stay safe.

Oh, shit, it's Daddy, with your daddy.

Lord, what'd they get up to now?

Treatin' and street in'.

"Pros from Dover."

I'm sorry, Ms. Graham.

I just saw the ASL note in your chart.

This is Lindsey.

We'll bring you back as soon as possible.

Stay with her.

All right. Who here needs help?

You? You need help?

Oh, no, no, no, ma'am. I've been on these since 1987.

This one here, he got dizzy, fell down.

Forgot my blood-pressure medication.

I left it back home in Georgia.

And presto.

We're back, Mr. Digby, with some IV antibiotics.

First we scrub your outsides, then we clean your insides.

What do you need to document in his chart?

Uh, time started, time completed,

and any adverse reactions.

What else?

Um, lot number on the antibiotic vial.

Excellent. Mr. Digby.

It's just Digby.

Digby, why'd you wait so long to come see us?

I don't like going to doctors.

Well, that makes two of us.

We all need help from time to time.

Think maybe we could arrange for some ongoing care?

I just kind of want to get patched up, you know?

I do know.

But that's today. What's tomorrow?

Sunday.

Use the system. That's what it's there for.

Buddy of mine, Dylan, knows all the angles.

He even works the occasional miracle.

You think maybe I could have him stop by?

I guess, yeah.

Great.

- How about a sandwich? - Yeah.

Yes, please.

We always offer.

Two most important things... That they know we're here

and that we'll never stop offering.

Thanks for covering, Princess.

Anytime.

Yo, can I get some help over here?

Yeah. What's going on, man?

The crazy kid in there, screaming.

- All right, have a seat. - Yeah, that's him.

Still going nuts.

Probably meth... fucking animal.

- What's your name, sir? - You don't understand!

Tony Chinchiolo, campus security.

Yeah, I was at work when this happened,

so I'm gonna need everything documented.

Okay.

All right. Heart rate's 89.

Pulse ox 97.

Scalp lac's tiny

- 5 millimeters. - Ow.

Should hold together with Dermabond.

Kid threw a fucking chair at me.

Work-related injury gets a full exam.

- Jesse here will take you. - Oh, no.

I-I'm gonna stay here till the cops come

so I can give my statement and so I can watch him.

Yeah.

Trust me, you do not want him getting out of there.

Ow, fuck.

- Did she say anything? - No more than she said to you.

Nothing going on at home. Nothing at school.

- And you believe her? - There's some flags.

Bruising in various stages of healing.

She's a little withdrawn,

doesn't engage much for girls her age.

But she could just be a little shy,

or scared of being in here.

Or she's being abused.

That too.

We'll find out more when Dad shows up.

Yep. If he shows up.

I need a hand here!

There's the first barb out.

All right, Javadi, you're up.

Okay, so you're gonna want to clamp

where the shaft meets the barb.

- Mm-hmm. - Yep.

Stabilize the skin.

Not so close so as to stick yourself.

I've seen that once or twice.

Uh, pull up at 90 degrees.

Harder. Yep.

Harder.

Oh.

Do we suture those?

Nope, just a Band-Aid.

- Mel, we need orders. - Right.

I got a rainbow.

Uh, CBC...

CMP, UA, blood alcohol, and tox screen.

All of the above.

Cap, if this young man's stable,

can he go to Central 10 pronto?

Double trauma at the back door.

Okay, you heard the boss. Let's get going.

Today is starting to heat up.

Mark Yee, 32-year-old restrained driver,

auto versus motorcycle.

Altered with normal BP, satting 99 on 2 liters.

We're at the hospital now, Mark.

What's wrong with him? Why isn't he talking?

His wife, Nancy, front-seat passenger,

- declined transport. - I'm fine.

We weren't going all that fast. The motorcycle ran the light.

I'm Dr. Robby. This is Dr. Al-Hashimi.

- Nice to meet you. - And this is Nurse Dana.

She's our charge nurse.

We need to look over your husband.

Hello. Let's step over here for a minute, hon.

Let them get to work, okay?

Antoine, Larry, transfer out here.

T-I will be open in a sec.

Aye, aye, Cap.

One, two, three.

Incoming.

Okay, Joy, you stay with me.

Samira, you stay with Dr. Al-Hashimi.

Open skull fracture.

Tubed him for agonal respirations.

BP 60 palp initially.

Started a liter of NS, but lost his pulse en route.

Oh, boy, this doesn't look good.

One, two, three.

Joy, check his pupils.

Somebody hand me a pair of scissors.

8 millimeters. Nonreactive.

AKA blown pupils, fixed and dilated.

Oh.

Crushed skull with tons of gray matter extravasation.

At least it was quick.

- No helmet? - Nope, 'cause he took

the PennDOT Motorcycle Safety Course.

Isn't that what you took, Robby?

Hold compressions. Yes, but I still wear a helmet.

- Is he a donor? - Also nope.

That is too bad.

Asystole. I think we are done here.

- What's next door? - The guy who hit him.

Joy, you're with me.

What about a moment of reflection? I thought...

He'll still be dead when we get back.