Mercy

- More coffee, sweetie? - You need any more bacon?

You look real pretty this morning, sweetheart.

Okay, guys... I really appreciate the attention.

And thanks for coming over for breakfast. But I'm fine.

So... We can all just act normal.

- I love you. - Oh, my God, Ryan...

- Nice going, jackass. You're freaking her out. - No. It's fine.

- I love you too, Ryan. - We're all just worried about you, hon.

A thing like this can stay with a person.

Ma, I told you, nothing's gonna happen.

As far as the police department's concerned, she acted in self-defense.

I don't think she's talking about the legal ramifications, dummy.

She's talking about the emotional fallout from shooting a guy at point blank range, okay?

What do you know about emotional fallout? Shut up about things you don't know

what you're talking about.

Is that the first person you killed? Or did you kill people over in Iraq?

- What is the matter with you? - If it makes you feel any better, Trae Adams

- was one bad mope. - Trae Adams? That was his name?

Yeah, the guy had priors for b and e,

aggravated assault, even a murder one charge.

But D.A. couldn't make it stick.

Strike me dead for saying this,

but you've made the world a safer place, Veronica. Thank God it's over.

- Hey, thanks. - No worries.

- Sure you're okay? - Yeah, like mom said.

It's over.

- Hear, hear. - To it being over.

Over and out.

Okay.

- Everything's gonna be okay. - Top lying to me!

You can just take the money and leave us here.

- Stop lying to me! - Everything's gonna be okay.

Hello?

Hi... uh, sorry, I don't mean to barge in on you on a Tuesday.

- I know how you feel about that. - No, come in. It's okay.

I know that we said that we'd give it a couple of days,

but I just... I really wanted to see you. Be sure that you were okay.

I'm okay. I've just been sleeping mostly.

Besides, it's kind of hard to get a quiet moment around here.

- Seems pretty quiet right now. - Everybody just left.

- Actually, I was just leaving too. - Hey, I love you.

- We're gonna get through this, you and me, together. - Okay.

Can I give you a ride to work?

- Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. - Chris...

Chris, don't worry. I'm not gonna let some horrible random thing

- stop us from being together. - No, no, I mean I wanna make sure

that your dad's not gonna come home and kill me.

- I think... I think we've got some time. - Oh, yeah?

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- How are you sleeping? - Fine.

Any change in appetite? Are you feeling fatigued or depressed?

- No, I'm doing pretty good. - Intrusive thoughts?

To be honest, I'm doing okay.

Look... we've both got better things to do

than sit here and lie to each other.

I could send you home on a mandatory three-week leave

- right now if I see fit. - Helen... Please.

When Jerry died on 9/11, the hospital offered me

a six-month sabbatical. I couldn't stay away 72 hours.

People thought I was nuts. But... I couldn't sit home

alone with my grief, and my daytime television, and...

Think about the love of my life falling from the 100th floor

of that tower, in the peach shirt and green tie I picked out for him that morning.

To be honest, I'm having some trouble not dwelling.

But with a place to go, and knowing that I'm helping people,

- I think that I can hold on. - Good.

Molly... this is Veronica. She's gonna take good care of you, okay?

Three days of vomiting and right upper quadrant pain.

- This is her father, Nate. - Hi.

Welcome back.

- Hey, Molly. - Hi.

Nice polish choice. We're twins.

I still don't see why an 11-year-old needs a manicure.

Whoever heard of silver nails?

- It's called "battle armor." - Honey, you feel any better?

Been like that since they got here.

- V-Tach. - What's happening? Molly?

She's got an abnormal heart rhythm.

- Molly? - All right. I don't feel a pulse.

- Charge to 100. - Oh, God.

- Charged. - Clear.

Normal sinus. History of intractable vomiting.

Strong pulse. She's okay.

What's wrong with her heart?

Nothing. All the throwing up made her potassium

levels extremely low. Add a 40 of "K" to the bag.

Her labs aren't back yet. It could be dangerous.

What's dangerous is her going into V-Tach again.

I'll push Lidocaine. - Good to see somebody's

out in front of this. Let's draw up the potassium, come on.

- Fine, I'm not giving it to her. - You don't have to.

Molly singer. Potassium, 2.8.

Okay, thank you.

Good, something we can fix.

She's gonna be fine.

Can I talk to you for a minute?

I have every right to question your authority.

- If you're gonna yell at me... - Shut it down, chatty.

Question me anytime you want; It just makes me look

- all the more spectacular when I'm right. - Then what do you want?

The E.R. nurse who came up on the elevator with you, the one with the giant fun bags, who is she?

A kid is coding and you're rack checking? That's nice.

Relax. Not asking you to get us a room.

I just wanna know what the situation is... married, boyfriend, lesbian,

kid in a wheelchair, what?

For the record, this conversation is making me very uncomfortable.

Oh, my God. Are you gonna get all sexual harassment lawsuit on me?

'Cause honestly, it's soul-sucking and boring.

- Give me the goods on your sexy friend. - I don't discuss my co-workers'

ersonal lives. Especially not with skeevy doctors.

- Are we done? - Fine.

But she's gonna be very upset when she finds out I asked about her,

and you didn't give me the goods.

Dr. Briggs, your lap band's prepped and ready.

All right.

- What a nightmare. - It's not that bad.

Really? Would you be caught dead in it?

- Throw it away. - All right.

Oh. The Halston Caftan. Now that I will be caught dead in.

Set it aside for my funeral.

I don't think this is gonna work for a casket. Something more fitted. Pants, maybe.

Really, Sonia? A pantsuit?

I am not going to go to eternity looking like Hillary Clinton.

- Get this thing off me. - Hey, it's helping you take deeper breaths.

Dr. Harris prescribed morphine if the mask makes you

uncomfortable, every two hours if needed.

It's needed. I'm not gonna spend my days yelling

- like a lunatic over that machine. - Here, this will help.

I'm a civilized woman who does civilized things.

Like handwritten correspondence.

My penmanship looks like a four-year-old's.

- So where's Paul, by the way? - We sold the house on the vineyard.

I sent him up for the closing.

- You need to keep this on. - No!

It makes me look like Hannibal Lecter. Although looking

like a killer is fitting, I suppose when you're planning

- to off yourself. - What?

Don't look so surprised. I'm cleaning out my closets.

Writing letters. Haven't you ever taken a course in psychology?

I've decided to end my life and I need you to help me.

Are all immunizations up to date?

Sorry. I'm not sure.

Do you know the name of her pediatrician?

I think it's, uh... who is it, baby?

Dr. Ferris. And I'm not a baby.

- BP is 106 over 64. - Good.

Repeat potassium's 3.2. Molly's liver tests are all normal.

No evidence of hepatitis.

Then why is she in so much pain, doctor?

It could be an unusually bad stomach virus, although these things resolve themselves fairly quickly

if not, we could look at an ultrasound of her abdomen.

Would that be all right with you?

He has no right to answer that. I'm Molly's mother.

I have full custody.

Hi, mommy.

Sorry it took me so long to get here, honey.

I went home to get some of your things.

Make you feel more comfortable.

Tammy, the school nurse called and said Molly was rushed to the E.R.

The only reason they phoned me is because they couldn't find you.

Mm, that's strange, because I was at my job.

The same place I've been every day since you abandoned us

for your fancy new family.

Why did you let them bring her to Mercy? It's out of my network.

- I'll pay. - We don't need your charity, Nate.

Let's continue this outside. Molly needs her rest.

- You're just never gonna get it, Nate. - What do you expect me to do?

So what do you want me to do with these guys?

Give 'em to a sick kid.

Are you sure? What if your dad comes back to visit?

He won't. My mom says we don't want anything to do with him.

Gotta be on her side.

Whatever they're discussing out there has nothing to do with you.

Keep the frog. The rest can go.

Here. Why don't I help you unpack?

- Sure. - All right.

Carrie? Aren't you, like, in fifth grade?

- How about Nancy drew? - Not scary enough.

What's so great about scary?

My parents always fought after I went to bed,

and it gave me bad nightmares. The kinds you can't wake up from.

I hate those. Especially when you think you wake up,

but you're stuck in the dream and the monsters are still chasing you.

That's what's so great about scary books.

At the end, the monsters usually get their butts kicked.

I don't want to ruin the end of Carrie, but you may want to brace yourself.

It's my third time reading it

and the monster isn't Carrie. It's the teenagers who are mean to her.

- You're pretty smart. - Well, I'm no Nancy drew.

Nobody likes a wise-ass. Except for me.

Ooh. I miss food. I'm only on the second day of my cleanse.

- Dating a pastry chef made me fat. - You're not fat.

And this is boring. You and your cleanse are boring.

Come on. It's my first day back at work after shooting a guy dinner.

The least you can do is drink with me.

- Too soon? - Yeah. Kind of.

Sorry.

Just because we're not talking about it doesn't mean that...

that we can't, if you want to. Do you want to?

No. It was bad, but it's... Over. I'm good.