Chicago Med

Whoa, whoa, whoa, we're live.

Naima?

22-year-old male,

gunshot wound to the abdomen. Gcs 15.

- Dr. Choi, gsw! - On it!

- Bp, 100 over 50. - Oh, wait a second.

Wait a sec. Whoa.

- Get this one up to surgery. - All right, let's go.

Okay, here we go.

Dr. Choi, you're good? - Good.

All right, monique...

Seven treatment rooms on the east side,

four trauma bays on the west.

Bays three and four combine to treat gunshot wounds,

a place affectionately known as baghdad.

4,000 shootings in chicago.

Some days, we get...

a dozen.

- drug dispensers are in the north and south end of the e.D,

extra gurneys, isolations suites in the ambulance bay.

Uh, band-aid, wound dressings, gauze, and extra weaponry

are in the supply closet next to the elevator,

which brings us right here to the command center.

- Deer in the headlights. - Mm-hmm.

- Nursling? - Monique lawson.

She's got her pediatric advanced life support certification,

and is doing her e.D. Check-off skills training

with yours truly.

Be careful, she bites.

Monique, doris, move.

I hardly slept last night.

I couldn't stop thinking.

I mean, so many people coming in,

horrible injuries.

- And this isn't even a busy day.

I just hope I'm up to it.

Quick, nurses' credo?

- Uh, cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.

- Uh-uh. Don't kill your patient...

All: Because that's the doctor's job.

I heard that.

maggie, what you got for me?

Alzheimer's patient,

here from long-term care facility.

Hypotensive and high fever in treatment 2.

- Any family? Advanced directives?

- No, surrogate just passed away,

and no one else was designated, so it's going to be our call.

Okay, and you need to be initiating catheter duty.

Patient in treatment 6. Have a stab at her.

Wait, we need to page will.

What is it?

- This is bella rowan... Dr. Rowan.

She was will's teacher, his mentor.

Okay.

Lungs are wet.

Does this hurt, dr. Rowan?

Oh... - okay, all right, all right.

Who are you?

I'm dr. Halstead.

Oh...

- I'm gonna help dr. Manning here take care of you.

Is that all right? - Oh, good.

- Okay. - Gotta go.

- Why is that? - Mm, miss my bus.

Oh, where are you going?

What?

okay, okay, okay...

tell you what, dr. Rowan...

we promise to do our best,

to get you out of here so you can catch that bus.

How's that sound? - Good.

- Good. - Good.

all right.

I'll be back to check on you in a few minutes.

I'm pretty sure she's got aspiration pneumonia.

- Yeah. - You start antibiotics?

- Vanc and zosyn, plus levophed to maintain her pressure.

Metabolic panel, urine analysis,

and blood cultures are all pending.

- She's obviously been sick for days.

Why did they wait so long to bring her in?

I'm sorry, will.

- Dr. Halstead, I came as soon as I heard.

I was an o.R. Nurse under dr. Rowan

when I was starting out.

How is she?

- Not good, and we're playing catchup.

All right, let's put in a central line

and get a chest x-ray,

and I wanna keep close tabs on her volume status.

Please, keep me updated every 20 minutes.

Of course.

- Hey, we went to joe's last night.

My sister loves stone crab.

It was nice.

I mean, there were a lot of years

when claire wasn't speaking to me.

- Eh, I'm sure she had very good reason.

- Well, she can tell you all about it herself.

- What do you mean? - She wants to meet you.

She wants to have you over for dinner.

By meet, you mean grill?

Make sure I'm worthy of a rhodes?

- No, that's more my father. Claire's not like that.

She's happy if I'm happy, and I'm happy.

- I'm not sure if I'm ready to, uh, meet the family.

Morning, dr. Rhodes.

Robin... - Leah.

- Dr. Bardovi, are you ready for your first coarctation repair?

- I've been studying cases all week.

Good.

- Course there's nothing like watching the maestro.

I will catch you at lunch, maestro.

- We'll continue this conversation later.

Let's go.

Patient's 13.

Pretty late to get a coarctation diagnosis.

- Uh, his dad's an oil worker. He did a stint in nigeria.

Nobody there caught it.

Knock, knock?

- Dr. Rhodes. - Mitch, how are you doing?

This is dr. Bardovi.

She's gonna be assisting me in the surgery.

Brandon, how are we doing this morning, bud?

- We are both looking forward to getting on

the other side of this thing. Ain't that right, buddy?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Hey, are you guys gonna have to saw me open to do this?

Yes. Yes, we are.

I'm not scared.

I'm just wondering if halloran's gonna have a cool scar

after the battle of madigan.

- Halloran? - It's a character

in some dumb online game that he plays.

- Dad, it's not a game. It's fan fiction.

I published a chapter today,

and my followers are gonna wanna know what happens to halloran

after he slays the high locust.

That's you.

- All right, then. Well, I am honored.

And yes, halloran's gonna have a pretty gnarly battle scar.

Sweet.

- Well, at least one of us isn't nervous.

So, coarctation repair.

It sounds complicated,

but it's actually a relatively simple procedure.

Uh, I'm gonna make an incision in brandon's left chest.

We'll place him on partial bypass,

and then resect, or cut out,

the narrowed portion of his aorta,

and place a graft.

Now I know all this is a lot,

but any questions, feel free.

- Uh, yeah, I was doing some research online,

and it seems that, uh,

brandon's chicken legs and his puny size

are because of his condition?

I mean, any chance that that'll change?

- Uh, obviously, brandon's health is our primary concern,

uh, but yes, he may grow at a more rapid rate

once the blood flow issue is corrected.

- Good. Okay.

- All right, brandon, see ya on the battle field.

Dr. Reese?

You didn't answer your page.

Oh, sorry.

I... I was just...

Uh...

When jason wheeler jumped, do you think he was scared?

Was...

I mean, was... was he at peace?

Right before he stepped off,

was there a moment of regret?

I just... I just can't stop thinking about him.

Yeah.

But see, I... I don't want to,

and then I feel guilty, because I don't.

The thing about suicide,

it's never really a lone act.

It tends to leave a lot of victims in its wake.

I'd be lying if I said I'd been sleeping too well recently.

But, um... but you and I...

We've got work to do.

Excuse me.

Sean adams, formal naval aviator,

now flies for a private charter company.

And he was doing his pre-flight check

and felt faint.

Co-pilot brought him in. Says it's not the first time.

Now I checked mr. Adams out. Can't find anything wrong.

Probably just dehydrated and overworked.

Says he feels fine and wants to go.

So, um... so why are we here?

- Charter company wants a psych evaluation.

Uh-huh.

Co-pilot says he's also been acting different.

Doesn't go out with the boys anymore,

naps a lot,

seems to be low energy. Huh.