Chicago Med

It's a death threat. I've done this job a long time.

I've pissed off a lot of people.

I wouldn't take this lightly.

I have determined that

you are a significant danger to yourself.

How dare you?

You're gonna sit there

and you're gonna tell me what's inside my head?

The only thing we wanna do is to help you.

You have a beautiful family.

Thank you for taking care of my girl.

You are gonna see her when you wake up.

It's gonna be OK.

- Oh, my God. - She's flatlining.

- No. No! - Time of death, 22:31.

I need to see my baby.

Right now, we need to get you into surgery.

- Am I gonna be OK? - That's the priority.

I'm not going under until I see Ruby, please.

Open a vaginal tray in the Jada.

- Hemabate is in. - Give 2 grams of TSA.

Hi, Ruby.

I'm your mom.

I've loved you for so long.

I want so much for you.

She's back in defib.

- Charge to 120. - Clear.

- Right angle retractor. - No.

- Another milligram of epi. - She's flatlining.

No, no.

Come on, come on, come on.

Time of death, 22:31.

Hey.

Uh, Ms. Wilson's labs came back.

Everything looks good. H2 blocker and discharge?

No.

No, not yet. That's...

You wanna run another test?

I'd like to get an MRI of your chest and your abdomen.

- - Dr. Asher,

could I steal you for a moment?

Mm-hmm. I'll be right back.

All right.

Why has this patient been in the ED over three hours

for heartburn?

Because heartburn in pregnancy

can be a sign of more serious conditions.

All of which you've already tested for and ruled out.

I haven't ruled out an aortic dissection.

Her vitals are stable. Her symptoms don't line up.

It could be an unusual presentation.

You're reaching, Dr. Asher.

When was the last time you went home?

Patient has reflux,

give an H2 blocker and discharge.

What's up, guys?

I had nothing to do with it.

Me neither.

To be honest, I was a way bigger Nick fan.

I just find your character kind of annoying.

No offense.

None taken, Kai.

You think maybe people will forget about this soon?

I think you gotta expect a solid month of ribbing.

- Hmm. - Yeah.

It's not every day you find out your colleague

was a teen heartthrob.

Ah.

But hey, joke's on them, right?

How do you figure?

Well, according to Loren,

random women just throw themselves at you.

Guilty. Yeah.

And I bet you're the only resident here

not drowning in med school debt.

Right.

See you out there, Hollywood.

- Jackie! - Hi.

Oh.

What are you doing here?

You don't know?

I'm working here.

- Wait, you're the new nurse! - Yeah.

I realized I was onboarding

a new transfer today, but I didn't realize it was you.

- But that's great. - Oh, OK.

Is this... it's... this is...

it's not lost on me that this could be weird for you.

What do you mean?

Well, working with me after you found me

- bleeding on the bathroom floor. - Stop it.

But no, not at all.

Maggie, where are we going?

OK, I gotta go.

- Yeah, of course. Go. -

Dr. Charles.

Jackie, hello.

Hi. I owe you an apology.

Uh, for my, uh...

colorful word choice the last time I saw you.

If memory serves,

"condescending prick" was a highlight.

Yeah, yeah.

Well, in my defense,

you were trying to commit me to a psych ward at the time.

Totally fair.

Daniel.

I, uh, need an opinion.

I'm gonna go change into my scrubs.

Great to see you again.

What do you got?

Headache.

I just hate this texting crap.

- Texting crap? - Yeah.

It's... it's ruined the already fragile art of communication.

Boy, I tell ya.

And, uh, how can I help you with this one, Dean-o?

All right, so this is a message from Margo, right?

"Got time for an afternoon coffee.

We should talk."

I mean, I don't know.

Is she asking to move in together,

or is she about to break up with me?

You know, considering that my girlfriend

just transferred to another hospital to get away from me,

I'm not positive that I'm the guy you should be asking.

Maybe, you know,

consult a member of the, uh, the female persuasion?

Oh, look, there's one right there, see.

Do you...

Hey, Hannah. I, uh... I need an opinion.

Hannah? Earth to Hannah.

Sorry, what? What's up?

Are you getting any sleep?

No.

It wasn't your fault.

Please, don't. I don't want...

OK.

We're going to Trauma 1.

35-year-old female, Tessa Myers.

Appears to have experienced

some kind of blunt force trauma to the eyes.

Neighbors heard screaming from her apartment.

PD is investigating it as a possible assault.

She was highly combative at the scene.

Tried sedation, but, you know, she wasn't responding,

so we intubated her for safety.

She couldn't see.

I think she was afraid we were her attacker.

OK, folks, on my count.

One, two, three.

Let's get her on a vent.

- Thank you so much. - Yeah.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

- You need me to tap in? - No, no, I got this one.

- You sure? - No, go ahead.

Um, why don't you take the ankle sprain in Treatment 3?

OK, yeah. Great.

Her eyeballs are as hard as marbles.

Mm.

She must have retrobulbar hemorrhages

and orbital compartment syndrome.

I need to release the pressure.

Right, I'll page ophthalmology.

I mean I need to release the pressure now.

- Get Kai and grab a lac kit. - Yeah.

You're gonna slice open her eyelids?

I'm gonna cut lateral to her eyelids, but yes, basically.

You ever do a lateral canthotomy?

One. You?

This will be my second.

That's reassuring.

- Scissors. - Scissors.

- You ready, Kai? - Ready.

That isn't from blunt force trauma.

No.

These are chemical burns.

Someone poured acid in her eyes.

Well, good morning, Ms. Administrator of the Year.

Bow when you speak to me.

Picking up my suit at the dry cleaner's at lunch.

Well, thank you again for doing this for me, Daniel.

I'll be your arm candy any day of the week.

But, uh, where's, uh... where's Dennis?

Keynote speaker at an oncology conference.

Oh.

What...

Where's my...

- What? - Oh.

Hmm?

I wonder what, uh, happened there.

I don't know.

Maybe it was housekeeping,

but it's odd they didn't leave a note.