Miami Medical

Hmm-hmm.

She's coming in a week, Frank.

We have to choose a name.

You hate every name I suggest.

Because you're not taking it seriously.

No, because you're taking it so seriously.

Anastasia.

No, that-that's...

Now the paint fumes are talking.

I mean, she's coming from Russia.

Think of it as an homage to that.

Why not just call her Putin?

Gorbachev.

Borscht Vodka Caviar.

Dasvidaniya Simon.

Hang on, sweetie. It's okay.

I just saw your inhaler.

Go out on the balcony. Get some fresh air.

It'll help you breathe.

Oh, God.

Stop being so funny.

You're bad for my health.

After five years of trying,

all those shots, those fertility tests...

We're finally going to be a family.

What was that?

You know what? Maybe we should get off this.

Whoa!

So, what was the deal with you and Eva

at the Crab Shack the other night?

It was nothing.

Yeah, right. It was Flirt City.

No, it was not! It was, too!

You two were totally vibing each other.

Nope. Just the cocktails talking.

Nothing happened, Serena.

In fact, at one point,

Eva got up and went to the bathroom

and never came back.

It was very Bermuda Triangle.

Hmm. I wonder who intercepted her.

I don't know, but I intend to find out.

Morning.

Morning.

You know, the Brown women's lacrosse team

beat Princeton, 5-4.

Came from behind.

Scored four of their goals in the second half.

You a college lacrosse fan?

Not really, no.

Lacrosse?

Yeah, he probably woke up,

he realized that cricket was the most boring sport

on the face of the earth...

And he tried to move on.

Hi.

Hello.

Did you hear that we've got a...

Balcony collapse in Aventura?

Two red-banders three minutes out? Yeah.

I've already notified Ortho and Neurosurg

and I've got carts standing by with splinting materials.

One of these days, one of us will actually get

the bullet to you before you've learned of it.

I wouldn't bet on it.

Um...

I hate to bring this up...

This has...

Actually never happened to me before,

and it's kind of awkward.

But, uh...

I was wondering if we could

talk about what happened, you know,

after our last shift.

Something happened?

Coffee?

You see, that's the problem.

I-I'd taken a bunch of allergy medication.

I hadn't really eaten.

I don't exactly remember

how I ended up

naked in your bed.

You were in my bed?

Uh... yes. Naked.

Yes. Uh-huh.

That really is something, isn't it?

Incoming, one minute out. Hey, Tuck.

How are you? Missed you.

You know, you go off

to Search and Rescue training for a week and Kathy manages

to turn this whole place upside-down.

Thoracotomy trays are where the gloves should be

and central line kits are in with the ABGs.

Yeah, she's like the Terminator of disorganization.

Don't worry. I got it all squared away.

Karen Simon, 37 years old.

Fell three stories on pool tile.

She's tachy.

Otherwise, vital signs stable.

Multiple contusions and obvious tib-fib deformity

of the right leg; given five of morphine en route.

Hi, Karen.

I'm Dr. Proctor. This is Dr. Zambrano.

Do you know where you are?

Hospital, right?

Good. Do you have any sensation in your leg?

It hurts.

Another five migs of morphine.

That should take the edge off the pain.

Karen, you've had quite a fall. We're gonna have to check for crush injuries.

Are those bad? They can be.

But you fell three stories

and you're here to talk about it,

so you're already ahead of the game.

Get her to CT for a head/neck/ chest/abdo.

And X rays of the entire leg.

Once we see what's going on

inside your body, we'll have a better idea

on what to do next to take care of you.

More incoming.

My husband Frank-- is he okay?

Frank Simon. 40 years old.

Found facedown in the pool after falling

off the balcony.

Started breathing on his own once we pulled him out.

Tachy at 136.

BP normal.

Okay. One, two, three.

How are his lungs?

Did he aspirate any water?

Lungs are clear; he's got multiple abrasions

and a deep wound running down his left side.

I think he got hit by some falling furniture.

Hi, Frank, I'm Dr. Deleo. This is Dr. Warren.

You have any medical conditions we should know about? Asthma.

Okay... probably going to do a little

sew-and-tell on your torso here,

so you're not flashing the world your insides.

I'm going to take off the pressure dressings.

See what we're dealing with.

There were some building de vlations.

They were retrofitting it.

Never would've let Karen go out there if I'd known that...

Sats are dropping.

I thought his lungs were clear.

No, they are. His throat's spasming closed.

All right, get me a 100% non-rebreather mask.

And lorazepam.

All right, Frank, hang tight.

Going to just adjust

your neck a bit here to open up your airway.

John Doe, late 2os,

altered with blunt head trauma surface wounds.

He's been intubated and he was struggling

in the field, so they had to restrain him. GCS 241.

Where'd they find him?

In the wreckage. Turns out the balcony collapse

had collateral damage, so may be more incoming.

All right. Well, let's see what our John Doe has to offer us.

Lift him. One, two, three.

What the hell?

Guess he'll be paying in cash.

So the deal with Money Man is...?

When I found him, he was clutching a bag full of cash.

I didn't know what else to do--

So you strapped it on for good keeping?

Oh, next time, the front seat

of the ambulance would probably do.

Make sure it all gets logged in, Einstein.

Who carries that much cash around?

Well, it is Miami. You do the math.

More likely vice than nice.

The good news is

our Money Man's pupils are reactive to light.

Hopefully, he'll regain consciousness

and tell us who he is. In the meantime,

let's get him to CT for a head scan.

Okay, we've got some sort of spasm here.

That's quite a tremor.

And localized in his right hand.

Increasing intracranial pressure

might have caused a partial seizure.

CT will tell us for sure.

Oh!

Turn him.

Get me an NG tube-- I need to decompress his stomach.

All right.

Roll him.

Can I have some...

Tape? Yeah, and a...

Large syringe to listen for placement? Already set up.

Thank God you're back.

My leg is still killing me.

Well, Karen,

three stories is quite a way to fall.

We're going to have to see whether you're going

to need surgery to reset the bone.

Can you give me something for it?

She's already had ten milligrams of morphine.

I'm afraid any more will drop your pressure.