3:00 P.M.

- But right now, the average wait time

is six hours, and that's before you see a doctor.

You need to hire more staff

so we can open more inpatient beds.

- Are there rats in the ED? -

Oh, there goes one.

- Kid brings in his dehydrated mom.

Mom's vomiting is self-induced for the sole purpose

of getting him here after she finds

his death list for classmates.

- I'm ready to get law enforcement involved

whenever you are.

- Any word from David? - Not yet.

- Devastating personal loss can be

very hard to manage on your own.

Would you be willing to speak

to a behavioral health specialist?

What do I do?

- 18-year-old woman with dysuria.

She's with her female boss, who's very controlling.

- She doesn't mind. We--we have no secrets.

- And you're thinking? - Red flags for trafficking.

- Who the hell ordered BiPAP? Garcia?

- No. His--his sats were down. I did.

Without running it by me?

- Bella. - Yeah?

- What have you heard about Amber?

- There is absolutely no chance of recovery.

Amber has died. - No! No!

- Can you--can you just put him on the phone for a second?

I just want to hear his voice.

There's my guy.

How you doing, buddy?

I would love to hear your--your song.

You should go home.

- Oh, that is the last place I want to be.

- Are you sure you shouldn't see your OB?

I checked myself.

Uterus is empty, barely spotting now.

I'm fine.

Oh, honey.

I'm so sorry.

- Oh, I shouldn't have bought that fucking stroller.

Oh.

Fuck that fucking stroller.

- Losing a kid is hard on everybody.

That's as hard as it gets.

We do these debriefs

to try to give a sense of closure, meaning,

to difficult cases so that they won't linger.

But trust me, the kids you'll lose will linger.

So what do you do?

I did my residency at Big Charity in New Orleans.

And day one, I got a kid, five-year-old boy,

accidentally shot by his brother

playing with Dad's gun,

worried he was gonna get in trouble

right up until he coded and died.

That night, I asked myself, like,

what do I do with this kid?

Where do I put this feeling?

And I found myself walking all night.

I was walking and walking and walking.

Then I found myself back at the gates

of Big Charity Cemetery, and I'm looking

at all those mausoleums and those crypts

and I'm thinking to myself, OK, that's what I need.

I just need a safe place where I can put these feelings--

- Yo, we got patients throwing punches in chairs.

- Uh, OK, everybody. Let's get back to it.

Just remember, the Employee Assistance Program

is available, as are Kiara and myself,

if anybody needs to talk.

Where's McKay? - In Central 11

with our UTI accounting assistant

while we keep her boss on ice in North 2.

- Robby, critical case flying in--

possible MDMA overdose, high temp,

en route from PittFest. Five minutes out.

Stay here. Set up for that.

Ahmad and I got chairs. - Hey, hey.

Is everything all right with Collins?

Something's bothering her. I asked her about it.

She said she doesn't want to talk to me about it.

Oh. Imagine that.

She probably learned it from you.

Seriously? You just gave a speech titled

"How to Literally Bury your Feelings."

Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta break up a fight.

- Yo, you need to control your wife, man!

Shut it, man!

Hey, hey, Olsen!

Olsen, what the fuck, man? - Took you long enough!

- Calm down. - No.

Don't tell me to calm down.

How hard is it to put a mask on your kid?

- He has allergies, you fucking Fauci zombie.

- What? - Allergies! Fuck you.

- You fucking bitch! - Hey!

Hey! That's enough!

Jesus almighty, I don't believe what I'm seeing.

Where do you people think you are, huh?

This ain't Philly.

This is a hospital, for Christ's sakes.

What's the matter with you?

You call yourselves adults? Huh?

There are children in here.

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

Olsen, you catch any shrapnel?

- Craziest shit I've seen since I've been here, but I'm good.

I'm good, seriously. - Jack-offs.

- Ladies, are we finished with the craziness?

- This is fucking ridiculous.

All I did was offer to put a mask on her child

who's been coughing for over an hour.

And--and now I'm missing half my goddamn tooth

and talking like this.

- First of all, masks are bullshit.

- Oh, my God. - And B, it's an allergy.

He's allergic to cat dander, like I fucking told you.

My sister brought her two Persians--

- Shut up. Shut up right now, please.

And only answer the questions I ask.

What happened to the tooth? Did you swallow it?

I don't think so.

- I think it's still in my hand.

It sure is.

I hope you both have all your shots.

- What do you mean, like, vaccines?

- Jesus, please don't stir this pot.

Let's take these ladies back

and get them treated, separately.

- Stick with me. - Come on.

Ma'am, it's time to go.

Guess that makes us a team.

I guess it does.

Ma'am, come with Mateo and I--

Mateo and me.

Yes, with us both.

- OK, Earl, let's take a look at you.

Oof, she really tagged you.

- Red's got a left hook like Billy Conn.

- Well, let's get you cleaned up.

Come on, baby.

Excuse me, sir.

You're not allowed back there.

- Unless, what, I start a fight?

Become homeless?

Apparently, that's what it takes.

- I understand your frustration.

I promise you'll be seen

as soon as a provider is available.

- But how can they become available

if new people keep cutting the fucking line?

There's no line.

We see patients by severity of need.

As soon as we have your tests and labs, you will be seen.

- This place is fucking unbelievable.

Runaround after runaround.

Hey. What's up, Erik Estrada?

Still keeping your eye on me?

Always, my friend.

Always.

Who's Erik Estrada? - Shame on you. "CHiPs."

Know your television history.

And thank you. - Yeah.

Crazy people.

- If you do get my tooth out, I don't want it

after it's been inside that woman.

- Reattachment wouldn't be possible.

- A type two fracture into the dentin.

Seal with dental cement.

Prescription for Pen VK, soft diet.

Follow up with the dentist in one to three days for a crown.

You handle Spinks while I check on Ali.

You got this.

Don't worry, partner.

Yes.

I totally got this.

How are we doing in here?

- You should write that bitch a script for calcium

because I didn't even hit her that hard.

Too much almond milk in your soy lattes.

That doesn't even make sense.

- You know, most commercial almond and soy milks

are fortified with calcium, so they end up having

a higher percentage of calcium than cows' milk.

Prepped with Betadine and draped.

Very nice.

Let's have a closer look.

Dr. King, can you please grab me

a 10 cc syringe, a 20 gauge needle,

and some sterile saline, please?

- Pluck it out, stitch me up, and send me home.

I've got to get back out there to my kid,

who is still waiting to be seen, by the way.

- Afraid it's a little more complicated than that.

You got yourself a fight bite, which means a couple things.

First, we need to determine

if the bite extended into the joint space.