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- - Ma'am.

Kristi, please.

OK, ma'am, that's enough.

- Are you OK? - I'm fine.

Let's clear the hallway and get Kristi out of the bathroom.

Either you gotta calm down, or I will escort you out.

El, you're making a scene.

- I'm so sorry about all of this. - What happened?

Daughter locked herself in.

Sisters started fighting. Collins got in the middle.

- Mom pushed her. - Ma'am.

- Are you all right? - I'm Gloria Underwood,

chief medical officer of this hospital.

How can I help?

I just want to take my daughter home.

- OK. - We will get Kristi out,

and we will bring her to you, yeah?

- Let us help you. - Right this way.

- Right this way. - It's OK.

You're on it.

At least they didn't see the rats.

How long has she been in there?

About five minutes.

I'm gonna find the key.

We are gonna handle this.

- This is your patient? - Yes.

No, actually, it's my patient.

She's been here for hours.

Patients come in already in distress,

and waiting only makes it worse.

Wait time has nothing to do with this.

Which is why we're seeing hospital workers

like Dr. Collins get assaulted.

Assaulted?

It was a little push.

Which we're gonna take seriously.

We risk our lives coming to work here every day.

What if that mother had brought a weapon?

We have metal detectors.

This is what happens when you keep all the hospital

admissions stuck down here instead

of properly staffing upstairs.

I've got four patients waiting on ICU that have been here

since before I got here, and it's already 1:00.

I can see that you're...

We've got four more waiting on psych.

One of them's been here for a fucking week.

So please, for the love of God, hire more nurses.

I'll come back later.

That's not gonna help anything.

Same fucking thing every day.

You OK?

Yeah.

- Are you sure? - Yeah.

Dr. Robby, X-rays came back

for that elbow fracture in the hallway.

OK. Thank you.

Can you also find Esme and tell her

to bring me that bathroom key?

You got it.

Terrance, I'm Dr. Langdon.

Do you go by Terrance or Terry?

Terrance.

So what brings you in today?

I everted my ankle playing table tennis.

- Everted? - Yes.

You mind if I take a look?

Are you an orthopedic surgeon?

No.

I am an emergency medicine specialist.

Could I talk to an orthopedic surgeon?

I'd prefer an expert in that area.

Well, I'm pretty good at ankle sprains.

How do you know it's a sprain?

Well, I'd have to examine you first, but...

Could it be a Jones fracture or a dancer's fracture?

Could be.

Again, I'd have to look.

Why don't I examine you, and that'll tell me...

Shouldn't you take a complete history

on the present illness first?

It sounds like you're more interested

in asking the questions, so...

You didn't ask me if I felt a pop or a snap.

You didn't ask about previous injuries.

You didn't ask about weight bearing.

Why don't I get you some fresh ice?

- Kristi? -

It's Dr. Robby.

No, I'm not leaving with her.

Your mom is not out here.

Your mom is in the waiting room.

Listen, I can put you in a quiet room.

You can spend as much time as you want in there.

But I cannot have you locked in this bathroom

for safety reasons.

Does that sound OK?

Kristi?

OK, I'm gonna open this door now.

A quiet room without my mom?

Of course.

Lab is back on our 25-year-old.

Thank you.

Sickle cell and cirrhosis both on deck for the ICU.

Subway fall is next in line for the OR.

And our good Samaritan with a head injury is waking up.

Oh?

He's alert with good parameters for extubation.

Great.

- You working this weekend? - No.

I've got a date with my bed

and "The Great British Bake Off."

You?

My new boo planned a romantic weekend getaway

but won't tell me where we're going.

Oh.

I hate surprises.

Make sure you share your location

- with someone, just in case. -

Hey, pussycat.

Oh, um, my name is Whittaker.

Pussycat, I need to use the bathroom.

Can you get a key for this?

I don't think I should.

Don't be a pussy, pussycat.

I only use this so no one steals my wheelchair.

- Uh... - You need a bedpan, Myrna?

Lassy.

Good sandwich?

Uh, yeah, really good, actually.

Yeah, I can tell from all the crumbs

you're getting on my workstation.

We eat in the lounge, if we eat lunch at all.

I am so sorry.

I was gonna grab a patient.

Maybe wash your hands first?

Yeah.

Too harsh?

A little.

Maybe I've gotten too soft.

Want me to find you something for lunch?

- Nope. - You seem hangry.

I'm not.

I managed to get the Mifepristone teen

out of the bathroom and parked in Central 14.

How are mom and aunt?

Mom's in chairs.

Aunt was headed to the cafeteria.

Do you want to talk to them?

I don't know what's left to say to them.

I think they need to talk to each other.

Nick Bradley's friends.

How do you get through the loss of a child?

The same way you get through anything,

by leaning on your friends and family.

How are they doing?

Still working through it.

I'll let you know when it's time to revisit

the organ donation conversation.

OK.

Any update on my abandoned senior, Ginger?

I still haven't reached the daughter.

I tried Ginger's son too.

He was no help... lives in Cleveland.

That's disappointing.

At least she's in good spirits.

I'm sure she appreciates the company.

And her daughter, Rita, does need a break.

I just hope she comes back.

And you know, um,

I wanted to apologize about earlier.

I... I spiraled.

Sometimes I occasionally jump to the worst case scenario.

So I...

Understandable, given what we see here.

I'll let you know if I hear from Rita.

OK. Thank you.

Hey, Mel.

Hey.

What's Mel short for, Melanoma?

- Melatonin? - Melissa.

Yeah, I'm just...

I'm just messing with you.

Um...

I noticed that you and Langdon have

really been hitting it off.

- You think? - Yeah.

Have you noticed anything... strange about his behavior?

Like what?

Anything at all.

I have noticed that he...

he has a tendency to sweat a lot.

I don't know if that's weird.

- It could be genetic. - Yeah.

- Just keep an eye out for me. - OK.

Is everything OK, Dr. Langdon?

Oh, yeah.

I've got Dr. Google in Central 9

bombarding me with questions like my four-year-old.

I couldn't even get through a history.