Trauma

- I feel like a tourist. - Part tourists.

Hey, hey, hey. Troy, don't hit your sister. Come on.

I came here because it's Nancy's favorite.

And judging by how often you come to visit me,

I'd say that you are a tourist.

Oh... never miss a birthday.

Thank God for small favors.

- So... Troy. - Yes, dad.

I am still taking the orthopedic residency,

I am still straight, and I still root for the niners.

Thank God for that.

You know, I remember when you could still smoke a cigar in here.

You know, I remember when you first let me have one.

I was 16.

Whoa, you let her smoke?

It was a different time.

What? She's like four years older than me.

That's before I quit for your mother.

Uh, drinks all around?

- Yeah? - Uh, not for me.

No, I got a shift on in an hour.

You know, honey, I worry about you out there.

- I can handle myself, dad. - I don't doubt that.

And when you decided to take a year off, did I squawk?

No.

Not even when that one year turned into seven.

Any father worries about his only daughter

when she's out at hunters point at 3:00 a.m.

Dad, I can get a cop faster than anybody.

- God knows she probably has. - Hey!

Quit it.

Good. Good.

Disgusting.

Happy birthday, dad.

Happy birthday, dad.

Cheers.

You know,

getting old isn't...

it's not so bad.

You're not getting old.

Ah, spoken as only a young man could.

Hey, how are you?

That's the... the...

- What exactly is his name? - Dimaggio.

Dimaggio, hey. Yeah. Um. .

Excuse me for a minute, please.

How come you're still trying to piss him off?

I'm not.

Believe it or not,

most of my decisions these days have nothing to do with him.

Okay.

Why are you still sucking up to him?

Excuse me?

Could we get the check, please?

Oh, Dr. Carnahan's alrady taken care of it.

Help!

Help me!

The man has a will to live.

Or he's really stoked for the workman's comp claim.

Dude.

Sorry.

Why aren't you pulling him up?

He won't let go.

He's got the scaffold in a death grip.

He might have a severed nerve.

Help!

Help me!

All right.

Hey, can you hear me?

What's your name, bud?

Roy.

Okay, Roy, I need you to try and let go.

I can't.

I just can't.

Please, I don't wanna fall.

You're not gonna fall.

Please.

But if you stay here,

you're gonna bleed to death.

All right, now...

one at a time, okay?

I can't.

You can.

One finger at a time.

One, two, three.

I got you.

I need you to let go of my hand.

- I can't. - All right.

- I can't. - Bring us up!

Okay, city, I've got a 36-year-old male with an arterial bleed.

Find me Dr. Joe Saviano!

So I guess you aren't afraid of heights, huh?

I'm starting to learn.

Jeez, my wife's gonna kill me.

She bought me this shirt.

Oh, I'm sure she'll give you a pass.

You don't know Kaylee.

Hey, joey, I got a 36-year-old male,

he fell through a window.

He's got an arterial bleed in his right arm.

I'm running him on ns through a 14 gauge.

BP is 90 over 55, and dropping.

- Rabbit, open up his fluids. - I know, I know.

What's going on?

God, he's falling he's going hypertensive.

He's lost some blood but not that much.

Something's going wrong.

Hey, Roy! Roy!

What's on the monitor?

What's happening, Rabbit?

No pulse.

This is not good.

Rabbit, his rhythm? Did you lose his pulse?

Rabbit?

How far out are we?

1.5 minutes out.

Joe, this guy was fine, then went hypotense,

now he's in cardiac artst, PE.

I got him on bilateral IVs,

I stopped the bleeding... it can't be that.

He said he's not on any medication, and he's got no allergies.

There's something wrong.

There's some kind of blockage the heart, the lungs.

It sounds like a pulmonary embolus, Rabbit.

It doesn't look good.

We need the trauma team on stand-by for when we get to the helipad.

We'll have them there.

Come on!

When we gonna get there?

We're one minute out, Rabbit.

- One minute out. - Come on, Roy!

Come on, man!

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How's he doing?

He's not.

What?

He coded.

Happens sometimes.

You know, one moment he's fine, the next...

I think he had some kind of blood clot in his lung.

Or... nothing to do with the accident.

Can't do anything about it.

Nothing, huh?

Nothing.

Not you, not me.

Nobody.

You got that form?

Please?

You doing okay?

Yeah.

I thought we had a save.

Yeah, well...

man, you just worked really hard, you know?

To keep him alive. And then he codes, and...

you're just acting like

You're not even affected.

Hey, it affects me.

I just deal with it, okay?

How come you're not?

I don't know.

I guess I'm just tired of it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Whatever.

No.

No, no, no, not whatever.

God, I am so tired of

You saying "whatever"!

You know, Rabbit,

I am tired of you pretending

like you don't care,

like you're too cool to care,

like you're just all numb,

nothing affects you,

you're just too cool for school.

Well, you know what, I didn't come here to not give a damn.

God!

You wanna know what's wrong with me?

No, no, no. I don't.

I don't even remember that guy's name.

That is what's up with me.

The guy's name's Roy.

Hey, uh, doggie can't speak, but

I think the drool says "fiercely hot. "

What are you even doing here, Tyler,

your shift is over.

I got a shift swap with Freddy.

You are an overtime whore, you know that, right?

But a very sexy one.

- Oh, yeah. - Yeah.

Come on, let's do this!

You looking for someone new?

Hey, hey.

Uh, thanks.

Aw, man, don't be weird,

you're a good partner.

Just good?

I mean, come on.

Where do you stand on gay marriage?

Or do you lie down for it?