The Resident

- Previously on The Resident... - It's multiple sclerosis.

You will get better.

I actually want a child. Would you give me

one of your eggs?

You want me to be your sperm donor?

I don't like being alone.

I want to be a father.

Hi.

I'm here to save my daughter's life.

Who are you again?

You only get one father.

So, the two of you...

Oh, we're friends.

We're also friends.

So far.

Daddy! Daddy!

I'm coming, sweetheart.

Daddy.

It's okay. I'm here, honey.

What's going on?

There was a bad man. He scared me.

There's no one here but me. Look. Look.

See? See?

It was just a dream, bad dream.

He was going to hurt me.

I won't let anyone hurt you.

Can I sleep in your room tonight?

I'll stay right here until you go to sleep again.

Please?

Up you go. (groans)

("Suitcase" by Bodytalkr and Mr. Gabriel playing)

Look, we are all pretty blessed here tonight,

wouldn't we agree?

- Yes. - Yes. - Yes. (whoops)

Cheers. - So, uh, which one of us

has the most to celebrate?

- Uh, me. - Me.

Because I'm having twins.

Perfect, healthy...

ooh... hiccupping at this very moment... baby boys.

Hear, hear.

Identicals... - Identicals rule the world.

Oh, yeah. - But in second place,

Devon's trial results just got published

- in the New England Journal of Oncology. - Ah.

- Hey. Respect, man. - Mm. - Aw, thank you.

Thank you. And not to brag,

but I have a great clinical trial about to come in, so...

- Yeah. All good. - Mm.

Well, I don't mind taking third place.

I just closed

on the perfect condo

- for Padma and the babies. - (giggles)

And it's in a great school district, I might add.

Nice. - AJ is controlling five years out.

- (chuckles) - Hear, hear. And Conrad

finally has a new love at last.

That is a big deal.

And what about you?

Chastain's newest chief resident.

We all know what that means.

You are the most promising

- young surgeon at Chastain. - (chuckles)

The big news is I finally have my own office

with my own private shower.

- (groans) - Oh. Which actually means I have

- the most to celebrate. - (Austin chuckles) - (Padma scoffs)

PADMA (chuckles): Oh. Okay.

Get a room. (chuckles)

You know, after four boring glasses of bubbly water, I think

I will make a bathroom run.

Oh, I'll come with.

Whew.

You okay?

Um... whew.

I'm not sure.

Woozy. I felt, uh...

a little faint.

Maybe I got up too fast.

You know, that's been happening.

Light-headed and...

Padma!

Devon, AJ,

don't you guys have work to do?

I feel seriously stressed

with everyone hovering over me.

Padma, you fainted. Scared all of us to death.

You should've let us take you to the ER last night.

I was dehydrated.

Okay? It's fine. I feel fine today.

- It was nothing. You said you were

still feeling light-headed.

Go. You'll be late.

Devon is meeting Dr. Voss in his new lab.

I want to stay.

- Ugh. Three doctors

- in the room is plenty. - (AJ chuckling)

We've got this.

Okay.

- Update me, okay? - I will.

Ciara?

Oh, Dr. Hawkins. I'm so glad you're here.

- What have you done this time? - Me? Nothing.

I was viciously attacked.

- By a vat of barbecue sauce. - (chuckles) Let me see.

- Who knew being head chef would be so dangerous? - Yeah.

- (chuckles, sighs) - Oh.

That's a bad burn.

- How's the hand healing? - Finger's still sore.

Well, that's to be expected. You almost cut the damn thing off.

So much for my samurai knife skills, huh?

Can you clean and dress Ciara's burn?

Hmm? Oh, sure thing.

And, Hundley, give our cooking queen here

one gram of acetaminophen for the pain.

Uh, Bay Four.

- Give me a minute. - Yeah.

Right this way. (chuckles)

Hope you brought us some of those buttermilk biscuits.

- (chuckling) - With that fine honey butter.

I didn't, but you know I will.

As you know, Dr. Sullivan,

pancreatic cancer is usually fatal.

But your tumor was operable,

your nodes were clear

and there's no evidence of metastasis.

But there could still be

residual cancer cells that no test can see.

Yes, but you've had postsurgical chemo and radiation,

uh, you haven't developed diabetes,

your weight is good, so I think

that, for the foreseeable future,

you're all clear.

This couldn't be better news, Dad.

You missed the best reason I have for hope.

I have a great support system right here.

Well, there's nothing

I can prescribe that's better than that.

Thank you. (clears throat)

I love your barbecue ribs,

- but they aren't worth this, Ciara. - (hisses)

Best barbecue in all of Alabama.

Atlanta. Unless you're opening up

- a new branch. - (phone vibrates)

Oh...

Thank you. - There you go.

Oh, I got to go.

The lunch service won't wait for me.

- Whoa. Dr. Feldman just got started. - (groans)

That burn needs a lot more attention.

- Ataxic gait. - Slight confusion.

This is the second time we've treated her in a month.

It's time we talk about why she's so accident-prone.

Sorry, my friend,

but we have a few more things to check out.

What? Um... (sighs)

Let's go.

We should get Billie on board for a neuro exam.

Mm, that won't be necessary.

Chefs have a high rate of addiction.

We should start with a tox screen.

Okay.

And this edema in your legs... is this recent?

No, but it has gotten worse,

and she's been complaining of headaches.

Maybe it's preeclampsia.

- What's that? - It's a, uh,

a condition during pregnancy that requires monitoring,

but it's manageable.

Thank you, Dr. Austin,

but I'm gonna dig a bit deeper before I make a diagnosis.

Ah. Sure.

Uh, I see you missed your last prenatal appointment.

You did what?

Padma.

I'm sorry, okay?

Oh, God, there's just so many appointments,

and I didn't want the ultrasound.

You know what, no one really knows what those electronic

vibrations or whatever do to tiny brains, so...

I'm going to be the bigger man right now

and pretend my head is not exploding.

Padma, you cannot

miss any medical tests or appointments.

Twin pregnancies often have complications.

It's dangerous for you and the babies.

Let's take a look.

I promise no brains will be harmed.

Okay.