Miami Medical

* I wanna dress you up *

* You ought to be someone *

* We're gonna live it up *

* Before the livin's done, done, done *

* Get up off the floor... *

Sir... Huh?

That's beautiful, but it belongs with the...

Uh, cocktails and the hors d'oeuvres.

Yes!

Yes.

Thank you. You're welcome.

It's gonna rain.

And so much wind.

Which is why we have a tent, honey.

Trust me, when you look back on this day,

the one thing you won't remember is the weather.

But you probably will remember

the piece of tissue stuck to your father. What? Oh, God.

This is why you need to get married.

So you don't leave the house with toilet paper on your face.

Whoa, whoa, Emily.

I'm fine.

Sweetie, if you don't want to do this...

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's just nerves, that's all.

Vivaldi.

That's our cue.

Zander looks so handsome.

Emily!

Emily...?

Someone get some water, please! Give her some room!

Emily...

Are you okay?

Zan?

Oh, God, is everybody staring at me?

I gave them all Sudoku puzzles.

They'll be busy for a while.

Oh, goodness.

Want to see if you can try to get up?

Yes, please. All right.

* Here it comes... *

* Here it comes *

* Here comes your 19th nervous breakdown. *

Incoming in eight.

Anything good?

Hunky high school reunion guy.

Details, Dr. Warren.

Serve 'em up.

Hey.

It started with a cup of coffee,

turned into a weekend.

Wow.

I haven't seen a girl blush like that

since seventh grade.

Sounds like my kind of weekend.

This freak weather phenomenon,

known as a microburst, is short-lasting, isolated,

but can pack winds of over 100 miles per hour.

The same phenomenon struck the Dallas Cowboys' training camp

early last year.

Half dozen incoming red-bands four minutes out.

Possible crush injuries,

lacerations from debris scatter.

Attention, Alpha Team, incoming, four minutes.

Dr. Proctor... can I get your autograph

on these discharge orders.

Sure.

Who should I make it out to?

Kathy. Lipson.

Hey, so, speaking of microbursts,

what's Nurse Kathy doing here?

Chatty's on loan

from Bravo team until Tuck gets back

from search and rescue training.

I swear that woman's like a bad case of toxemia.

Always stirring it up.

Can't believe she started that pool.

Pool...?

What?

Saved by the page.

There's a pool taking bets on when you and I

are gonna, you know, play doctor.

Well, that's what I call a sucker's bet.

Wait.

Where would they get such an idea, Chris?

Uh, don't look at me.

Remember last week, you gave me a ride to work?

I guess somebody figured...

Not the only ride I gave you? Yeah.

Ugh. Eva...

You're in the ambulance bay.

Chris, stand by for the second wave.

Got it. Got it.

Anyway, you know what they say about gossip...

Underneath, there's usually a kernel of truth.

You can't handle the truth.

Emily Palmer, 23-year-old bride-to-be.

Blunt head trauma and deep forehead lac,

altered with GCS of 4-6-4.

Where's my family? Zander?

Oh, my God, what's happening?

I'm Dr. Zambrano.

Do you remember what happened?

We were at this wedding, and the tent... collapsed.

All right, all right. Oh, my God.

Try and relax; we're gonna take good care of you.

Okay. On my count. Ready?

One...

Two, three.

Get me a second large-bore I.V.,

and a liter of normal saline.

BP, blood count every 15 minutes.

All right, Emily. It's okay.

Can you tell me where it hurts?

My... M-My head is... pounding.

You have a deep laceration.

Grab me a six-oh proline on a large needle.

No, not on my-my forehead... it really hur...

Hurts in the back.

Penlight. Gina, call CT

and have them bump whomever's next.

We may have a brain bleed.

Emily.

Pulse is strong.

She just fainted.

Well, at least now she won't have to see this.

Avert your eyes, ladies.

Hey!

Hey, I've got incoming!

This is your incoming.

What, are you catering today's trauma?

Fortunato Delgado, 39-year-old male

with penetrating chest and abdominal injuries.

The guy couldn't fit in the ambulance.

Is he 800 pounds?

Not exactly. Because of the pole

into through shoulder and out through his lower flank.

Hello.

Hello.

Why didn't they just cut the pole down in the field?

Guess they wanted to save time at the scene,

considering the severity of the injury.

Can you prep the O.R.?

Have at least eight units of O-neg ready.

Primary survey...

airway clear.

I was... just finished arranging the ice sculptures,

when the wind comes out of nowhere.

Breathing's shallow but with good air movement.

I heard screaming.

I w-went to help,

and suddenly, something fell from the sky,

and knocked me to the ground.

EKG now, and have a crash cart standing by.

Pulse is strong, BP 120/80.

That's good? That's very good.

Pupils equal and reactive.

GCS, 15.

Perfect.

I'm perfect?

That will come as a big surprise to my wife.

Um, e-excuse us.

I'm Dr. Proctor.

This is Dr. Warren. Fortunato Delgado.

I would offer you a hand, but under the circumstances...

Okay, Fortunato, on a scale

of one to ten, how much pain are you in?

One.

Maybe one and a half.

All right, what do we got?

Henry Palmer,

49-year-old male.

Hypotensive,

had to be extricated

from the collapsed wedding tent; father of the bride.

Okay, let's get him into Trauma 3... over here.

Wait, wait, wait... I'm Edie Palmer.

I'm his wife, and I'd like to know

where you're taking him and what tests are being run.

Ma'am, I'm Dr. Deleo,

and I won't know anything until I've examined him.

Okay, well, my-my-my daughter's here somewhere,

and so I-I need to know what's going on.

I have a few questions...

Will you just hold on! Please!

Okay, Mrs. Palmer, Mrs. Palmer,

I understand you have had a rough day.

The best way for you to help your husband is to wait

in the waiting room.

You're really very young.

How... How old are you?

I'm old enough to know

that we're wasting precious time. Please.

Okay.

I promise you

I'll take good care of him, all right?

Please, help Mrs. Palmer with any of her questions.

A-And her wrist.

All this on my wedding day.

Where's my family?