The Doctor Whose World Collapsed

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- Listen up! This is a search, rescue, and recovery mission!

We got a 200-occupancy building. Partial collapse.

There's no telling if the rest of the property

will stay intact, so everyone must be evacuated!

Let's go! - Yes, sir!

- I know you're scared. I am, too.

But we are the closest hospital to the scene.

In a matter of minutes, we are going to be inundated

with dozens of trauma patients,

patients who have lost everything that matters to them,

and they're going to be terrified, too.

So we cannot appear distracted.

- But, Dr. Wolf, it's Ericka's building.

- I understand this goes against everything I've ever taught you,

but some days being a doctor

requires a certain level of disassociation.

Today is one of those days.

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- Patient rooms are reserved for critical cases!

Minor injuries go wherever we have space.

We have chairs when we run out of beds.

We need an MBG test!

- Is the pain sharp or is it dull?

- Negative Hoffman's sign and normal neuro exam,

but with that shoulder pain and history of blunt trauma,

my bet's on high-grade high-grade splenic lac.

- He's hypotensive. Let's do a FAST ultrasound.

He may need surgery.

The O.R. is swamped, but I'll scrub in.

Has my mom gotten here yet?

- Uh, not yet, but I'm sure she's on her way.

In the meantime, why don't you borrow my mom?

She's the chief of surgery.

She'll take care of you.

We've got you.

- Ambulance is waiting. Load him up.

- Hey. Hey. We need some help in here.

Female victim, 40s. Conscious. Critical condition.

No medication. No allergies. She has a bad skull fracture.

Legs are pinned under the rubble.

- - Help me! Help me!

It feels weird.

Ohh! Hold still.

What's your name?

Jenna.

- Okay. Jenna, you're gonna be okay.

I just need you to hold still.

And don't touch anything. - Okay. I won't.

It hurts.

- Open your eyes. - You found her just like this?

- Yeah. Trapped. - We're doing everything we can.

- We don't have the luxury of time

with an open depressed skull fracture.

I'm a doctor.

Unfortunately, I'm not a neurosurgeon.

We need one here right away.

Somebody help me!

- They called for a neurosurgeon, not a neurologist, Wolf.

You don't think there are people here who need you?

- The first responders are undoubtedly overwhelmed.

Who knows what they're juggling?

What's the harm in an extra pair of hands?

You sure that's all this is?

Look. You're worried about Dr. Kinney. I get it.

If it were one of my interns, I'd be doing the same thing,

and you'd be where I am, telling me it's a bad idea.

Are you riding with me or not?

What? No! Absolutely not.

Motorcycles keep neurosurgeons in business.

Wolf, did you hear anything I just said?!

- We'll be faster if we lane-split.

How long do you think your patient has?

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Do not get me killed!

- Okay, everyone, the best thing you can do right now

is fill out information about your missing relatives.

If you have any photographs handy, that would be helpful,

but we are going to need other identifying details.

- In case they're unrecognizable when you find them?

- We are seeing a wide range of injuries right now.

The more information you have, the more we can help.

Hi.

I'm Dr. Pierce. What's your name?

Betsy Chase.

- Ms. Chase, did you want to fill out a form for me?

Mnh-mnh. No.

- Is there anyone you're looking for?

No.

Is there anyone we can call?

Mnh-mnh.

Did you hurt yourself?

- Oh, um... not today. Three weeks ago.

It won't stop bleeding.

- Dr. Dang, can we do a full workup on Ms. Chase?

History and exam. And let's clean up her arm.

Labs and any other imaging.

On it.

Hi. I'm Dr. Dang.

- This is not an ideal situation for my face blindness.

- Got it. I'll let you know if I see Kinney.

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- Nichols, right? - Yeah.

- So, the woman's got severe head trauma

and her legs are pinned. It's a real doozy.

- Is that a list of survivors? - No. Deceased.

At least the ones we've been able to identify.

- Can you tell me, is there an Ericka Kinney on that list?

No Kinney. Follow me.

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Hey. Please wake up.

Come on.

What happened?

Is everybody alright?

- Ladies, we-- we gotta get out of here.

I think the building's collapsing.

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Help! Help!

Is anybody there?!

Ohh!

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- Call in all available staff, including off-duty personnel.

Postpone any non-emergent procedures and prep O.R.'s.

Let me see this. This lady here?

Hi. Excuse me. This is probably gonna hurt, okay?

- Alright. Femoral neck fracture.

Get ortho down here, get her in a bed,

and start her on pain control.

Ma'am, you have to let me go.

- But I need to find my boyfriend.

I was FaceTiming with him, and then everything went black.

- I am going to help you, but I need you

to slow down for me, okay?

Uh, Nurse Carter? Let's start with the basics.

What's your boyfriend's name?

- Oscar. His name is Oscar Sanchez.

He's 22 years old. Like 6'1".

Brown hair, brown eyes. And he was wearing a tan jacket.

- Someone is going to come to help you. Excuse us.

Page Dr. Pierce. Fill her in.

Delivering bad news, not my forte.

- Okay. Let's start there and work our way to the back.

- Where the hell do you two idiots think you're going?

Ericka could be hurt.

I mean, she could be alone. She needs us.

- Yeah. We need to do something. - I-I'm sorry.

You two actually think that Ericka

is stuck inside of the building and thinking,

"If only Van and Jacob were here to save my life"?

Take it from someone who knows her better than that.

You two are the furthest things from her mind right now.

She's not some damsel in distress,

a-and she's not in trouble.

And she's not stuck inside the building.

If anything, she is on the scene being a doctor,

which is more than I can say for the two of you right now.

Do your jobs!

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Yeah.

Idiots!

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Bring the trucks back up!

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There she is.

This is worse than I thought. There's no way to get her out?

Not yet.

Paramedics did what they could.

Triage is overwhelmed right now.

- Are you the patient's father? - No, I'm a doctor.

I was on my way to see my wife.

I heard the collapse. I thought--

I thought I could help, but there wasn't much I could do

other than sit here with her.

Sometimes that's everything.

Hi, there. I'm Dr. Wolf.

This is my colleague, Dr. Nichols.

We're here to help you. - You're a wolf?

Am I dead?

You're very much alive.

And we're gonna keep it that way.

Her name is Jenna Driscoll.

What she's been able to tell me, she's 41,

runs a nonprofit, keeps calling for Stuart--

boyfriend or, uh, fiancé, I'm guessing.

She's in and out over the last ten minutes.

She's strong.

Jenna, I'm gonna go help the neighbors.

You're in good hands.