Combat Hospital

Six!

Jeez! Run me over, why don't you?

Bring him over there. Trauma bay 3.

Let's go, people.

He's like a furnace.

He's burning up. Get me vitals.

Rebecca.

You ever see anything like this?

- No. You? - No.

- Vivid skin markings. - Massive swelling.

- Temp's 105.2. - Okay, I need ice. A lot of ice.

Let's hang 2 liters of ringers, wide open, squeeze the bag.

Hey, we need a terp. We need to get these guys out of here.

Good. You understand English. Are you his commanding officer?

All right, then let me tell you something.

Not only did you almost kill me,

but you almost killed him by not getting him in sooner.

Rebecca--

No, Bobby. He almost ran me over.

Now because of your irresponsibility,

this man could die.

He better not.

You're American?

Okay, one in each armpit, one in the groin.

Nice and easy.

He says it's too cold.

Man, I know, but we gotta get this fever down

as quickly as we can.

800 ibuprofen, please.

He's shivering! It's a paradoxical effect of the fever. Okay?

With a temperature this high,

he could have a stroke or a seizure.

- Raise your arm above your head. - What?!

Raise your arm! Keep it elevated!

- You're bleeding all over the floor. - Let's move him to I.C.U.

We'll start him on pip/tazo,

4.5 grams I.V. Every 8 hours.

After we get him stable, can you do an ultrasound on the swelling?

- Sure, and I'll get some blood for the lab as well. - Okay.

Well, let's just hope it stays that way.

Vans.

What have I told you about using these computers?

You said not to.

Which means?

Not to, sir.

Uh, uh, no, he's in good hands, okay?

And there's nothing more you can do,

so let's take a look at that arm.

I tried to keep pressure on it,

but it was too tough to do that and drive.

Okay, well, that explains you nearly running me over.

I'm sorry.

2% Lidocaine and suture kit.

Yes, Doctor.

So what's the story behind your friend?

His name is Hamasa. Mm-hmm.

He never mentioned being sick,

but when he passed out and flipped the truck

he's Afghan national army, doctor...

Gordon. Rebecca Gordon. And you are?

I can't tell you.

You're joking, right?

Okay.

You're special operations.

Undercover. Wait. What does the army call you guys?

Snake eaters.

They call us a lot of things.

What should I call you?

George Washington.

Too presidential.

Lord Byron.

Pretentious.

You can call me Joe.

Joe. Joe works for me. It's got a nice ring to it.

Has anybody ever told you about your eyes?

They're amazing.

I'm serious.

So am I.

Believe me.

That's funny coming from a man

who won't even trust me with his real name.

Well, you know the saying.

- If I had to tell you, I'd have to kill you. - Oh, don't tell me.

In your case, it's not just a saying?

Why do you dress like that?

Or am--am I not allowed to ask?

No, I can tell you that.

Uh, those men outside. They're A.N.A. Special forces.

It's my privilege to train and fight alongside them also.

Good enough explanation?

For the time being, yeah.

All right.

You're done.

With his temperature elevated

but generally stable at 103 degrees,

we were able to discontinue external cooling.

Mm-hmm.

He continues to receive I.V. fluids

while we treat this unknown infection empirically

with systemic antibiotics.

All right. Thank you, Doctor.

Good report. Your prognosis. Cautiously optimistic, sir,

subject to further analysis of this pathogen. All right.

The labs here can tell whether it's gram-negative or positive.

But they're not equipped for more complex microbiology,

so you're sending samples to Landstuhl?

They're on the plane to Germany.

Good.

- Dr. Gordon. - Yes, sir.

You mind not passing notes during rounds? It's distracting.

Sorry, sir.

Surgeons. I expect you to have read

these notes from Walter Reed and Edmonton... go, oilers!

About fasciotomy procedures.

I don't want any of you sobbing after Thursday's conference call

because you got chewed out by head of U.S. trauma.

That includes you, too, Dr. Hill.

You're not immune to his wrath.

Well, I will make sure I do my homework, Colonel.

That'll be a first.

Let's rock 'n' roll.

Hey.

Thanks for making me look like an idiot during rounds.

Our pleasure. Happy to oblige.

Mm. Have you seen Bobby?

Uh, yeah. We passed him at the coffee shop.

Actually, the coffee there is quite drinkable.

It's gourmet, unlike the stuff they serve at D-fac.

- Gourmet coffee in Kandahar? - Yeah, the Americans--

they, um, they like to bring a taste of home.

Weren't you looking for Bobby?

Yes, I was. You're right.

Good luck.

Thank you.

I was talking to Beverly.

I'm not sure she likes me.

Good.

What, are you jealous?

Hell, yeah.

Perfect. Thank you.

Okay.

Here you go--coffee.

Now do you need sweetener or sugar?

Quit stalling. I know you got my test results.

So... let's have it.

It's good news. All right? There's nothing wrong.

Your hormone levels are normal,

your thyroid and liver enzymes are fine. I missed my period.

It's not that uncommon to miss a period. Stress--

Don't say "stress," because my entire life

has been nothing but stress, okay?

Even when I was doing night shifts at Miami general

with a cold sore and the flu, I-I wasn't late.

See, I-I am never late.

Well, besides missing your period,

can you think of another reason why you might be pregnant?

I mean, I didn't think it was immaculate conception...

Or anything like that.

I mean, I-I had sex, if that's what you're asking.

- I don't-- - And you know what? It was stupid, okay?

Without protection.

I mean, I-I thought that I was in--in love,

and--and I just didn't even think about it.

I'm like, you know what? I-if it happened, it happened,

and he dumped me... ooh.

At my favorite restaurant because he thought

that I wouldn't make a scene.

You--

He was wrong, because I made a scene...

And now I can't ever go back there.

That answer your question?

Actually, that wasn't my question.

Oh, sorry. Oh. I thought that you--

No, it's fine. I just wanted to know if--if maybe

there was another symptom you haven't told me about.

No.

Then there's nothing wrong with you. You're just not pregnant.

Nothing wrong with not being pregnant.

No, not in your case.

9-1-1. Let's go.

I'm sorry, honey. I'm gonna have to call you back.

His fever's spiked at 104 degrees and rising.

We sent vans running back to D-fac to get some more ice.

Try 800 milligrams ibuprofen I.V. Where's that lab report?

These meds aren't working, Bobby.

They're not working at all.

Lab report, sir.

Gram-negative rods or variant strain.

That narrows it down to about a billion.

I would've thought the pip/tazos would've been effective.

What now?

We'll just have to try another cocktail.

What about the third- and fourth-generation cephalosporins.

Do you concur?

Bobby's the diagnostician. Yeah.

Okay, let's do it.

Graham.

- Dr. Tarzi may be out of Kandahar, but call him,

see how fast he can get here. - Yes, sir.

Oh. I think that's yours.