Chicago Med

- Isn't it finally time you admitted I'm quicker?

Old man. All: Ooh!

- These young boys always come out

the side of they mouth.

Uh, what you run the 40 in at the Combine?

Um, 4.46.

- That's good, that's fast. 4.42.

- Ooh! - Oh.

- If you even, I'm leaving, baby.

You got to keep up, know what I'm saying?

- I literally have no idea what just happened.

Baby, now you know how I feel

when I come pick you up from work.

Everybody run around, talking about,

"Let me get 50ccs of epi, STAT," or something. I'm like...

- 50ccs of epi? You trying to kill my patient?

Baby, mm.

Doc in the house.

What's good?

- Hey, let me set you up with a beverage.

Yeah, sure, sure.

- Noah? - Hey.

What's up, man?

What's happening, brother?

What's up?

- Got to get these fellas ready for morning practice.

Gonna get your fast break on point tomorrow,

I'm telling you. - Sounds good. Come on.

- All right. I'll be right back.

He said he wanted to meet some players.

So what's all this, man?

- All right, so this is my recovery ultra, okay?

It's filled with electrolytes and antioxidants.

Yeah, that sounds real good.

- But first, I want to get you guys started

with some B-12, okay?

Babe?

I got to go home. - What's wrong?

- Nothing, I just have an early shift in the morning.

- Okay, I'll drive you. - No, no, no.

Stay with your friends. I-I just texted for a ride.

- Honeymooners with food poisoning,

take 'em to four.

You can say it.

What?

You were right about athletes.

Ah, what happened?

Help!

Get me a gurney.

Dr. Manning, we're going to six.

Oh, my stomach is on fire!

What's your name, sweetheart?

Ellie Newman.

- Get me a gurney. - I'm on it, Maggie.

Get ready to raise the head.

- Let's start an IV. - On it.

Are you her father?

- Uh, yeah. - She eat anything

that could have made her sick? - No... she ate what I ate.

- How old is your daughter? - She's 16.

She on any medications?

Any medical issues we should know about?

- I-I don't think so. I don't know.

When did this start?

Uh, last night.

Did you take any drugs?

Alcohol? Were you at a party?

- No, I was just trying on my prom dress.

- BP is 138/88. Heart rate 112, stats 99%.

- Give her 0.2 of hydromorphone.

No, no drugs!

- Sweetie, you are in pain. Let us help you.

No, I don't want any drugs!

- She doesn't want to end up like me.

- FAST is negative, i-STAT labs are normal.

- So it's probably not a surgical issue?

I'd like to put a scope in her

just to make sure we're not missing anything.

Without pain meds?

- We could try a non-narcotic. Maybe she'll go for that.

Hi, Ellie, Mr. Newman, this is Dr. Rhodes,

our trauma surgeon. I've asked him to consult.

- Has Ellie ever experienced this before?

- Um... - A year ago.

A year ago.

How long did it last?

Maybe, like, three weeks.

- Your daughter was sick like this for three weeks,

and you didn't know?

- I was... - Strung out?

Yeah.

- Ellie, we're gonna give you a painkiller

that's non-narcotic.

I don't want anything.

- The girl won't even take two aspirin.

- Did you see a doctor for your last attack?

But he couldn't find anything.

He sent me to a psychologist.

But I'm not making this up.

- Don't worry, Ellie, we're gonna get to the bottom of this.

- I don't know, she's in a lot of pain.

Maybe it is psychological.

I'll page Dr. Charles.

- Dr. Rhodes? - Yep.

Your sister's on line two.

- Uh, right, tell her I need to reschedule.

Like you did last week?

- Yes, Maggie, like I did last week.

- Ms. Rhodes, he's with a patient.

He said he won't be able to make lunch today,

but he'll call you back to reschedule.

Okay. - Hey, Maggie.

Do you by any chance know of a good contractor?

- I'm thinking about turning the basement

into a man cave for Bert.

Oh, trying to buy him off

so he'll stop bugging you about retiring.

Something like that.

- Yeah, I got a cousin, not too big a crook.

Text me his number.

I will.

Dr. Halstead.

Maggie.

I got a patient in two

that's from your old hood, Canaryville.

Thought you might be interested.

Sure.

Vitals?

- BP 164/90, heart rate 92, Sat 99%.

Okay, Mr....Tucker.

You got to be kidding me.

Ginger Spice is our doctor.

- No way. - Ginger Spice?

- Ah, what they called me back at De La Salle.

- How about we get a real doctor?

- Dr. Halstead is a real doctor, an excellent doctor.

It's okay Reese, this is how

we gentlemen relate in Canaryville.

Andrew, what's going on with that leg?

- Swelled up during my truck route.

Pain won't let up.

- Push on my hand, like you're stepping on the gas.

Come on.

- All right, how long ago did the pain start?

About 12 hours.

Why didn't you say something?

Wasn't this bad at first.

- You on any medication? - No.

Still smoke?

Been cutting back.

- Not much since this one bumped me up

to transpo coordinator.

Gotta be ready to cover any driver who calls out.

- Hey, you should ask Ginger about the fight

we had in high school.

Caught him staring at my girl.

How many times I knock you on your ass?

A hundred?

Sounds about right.

Ever had any pain or swelling like this before?

Any shortness of breath? - No.

- Okay, well, we're gonna start with some basic labs

and get a duplex scan of your legs

and we'll take it from there.

- So, where you living now, Ginger?

Gold Coast?

Not quite.

I'll get those orders started.

Were they always like that?

- The Tucker brothers were very popular,

and they loved sticking it to us lesser mortals.

Go ahead and order an ultrasound of Mr. Tucker's leg.

April.

Hi.

How's my guy?

- Better. - Much better.

Coming in for Eric's check-up upstairs.

Cool.

Hold on, hold on.

You got little hands. See if you can untangle these.

- I can do it. - All right.

Please?

Just wanted to make sure you're okay.

You left in a bit of a hurry.

- Look, um... I don't know if this was such a good idea.

Wait, what do you mean?

Last night, just not my scene.

- It's not mine either. I'm... okay, it used to be,

but I got Eric now. Things are different.

Just wanted you to meet some old friends, that's all.

I have to get back to work.

Daddy, I did it!

Good job.

Bye.

It's a tough situation, man.

16 years old, taking care of herself

and her heroin-addicted father,

doing it for years.

- She said she was trying on her prom dress,

I mean, could that have been some kind of trigger,