.
- The form asks for an employer.
I'm retired,
so sh--should I just leave it blank?
- Sure, they'll figure it out.
- Hey, Emily. - Hey!
- I've helped four people with the vending machine,
three with directions to the cafeteria.
Closing in on 2,000 steps carrying paperwork.
Oh, and I'm wearing a triple-XL vest,
because the one in my size has barf on it.
I wish I could say the waiting room
gets more glamorous, but it doesn't.
- She's gonna quit.
- You don't know that.
- Volunteering could be huge for Emily:
responsibility, purpose.
I'm just worried she won't see it through.
- Give her a chance.
- Remember those tickets we bought for The Revivalists?
- Oh, yeah. - Yeah, it's next weekend.
- Well, you go. Take Jay.
- I'm not going on a date with my brother.
Don't you want them?
- I promised Owen I'd take him to Navy Pier.
You use 'em.
- Faster scan rates,
a greater resolution,
a host of diagnostic improvements
in cardiac calcium scoring,
TAVR planning.
The--the ED would put a new CT scanner to good use,
but the machine alone's upwards of $2 million.
Kay, then there's maintenance. You got tech support--
- And higher patient throughput,
wh--which is increased revenue, Peter. Come on.
I'd go to the board myself,
but considering my stock these days,
it'll sound better coming from you.
- Well, so much for a free cup of coffee, huh?
- I need help over here!
♪
- We just piled them in and drove.
- I need a doctor!
- Some lunatic opened fire with an automatic rifle
at Millenium Park.
- A lot.
♪
- Clear every treatment room and trauma bay.
Patients go to the waiting room.
We need more space on the floor.
Chairs, COWs, carts,
pile everything in the consultation room.
Lock down the walk-in entrance.
From now on,
all patients funnel through the ambulance bay.
- Maggie, trigger an All Hazards Disaster Plan.
Every doctor, nurse, and tech on call gets in here now.
- Already on it.
- How many victims can we handle?
- 16 yellow tags, four, maybe five red tags.
- We're gonna have more than that.
- You're going to Trauma One.
Deb?
- She's pouring blood everywhere.
Prep a chest tray for an ED thoracotomy.
- No, no, no, Mass Casualty protocol.
No chance of recovery, no resuscitation.
- Save the living, Dr. Sexton.
Doris, move her out.
- Dr. Choi, April, Baghdad. - On it.
Go, go, go.
All right, weak pulse, not breathing.
One, two, three, four holes, face, neck, chest.
- Belly's hard as a rock. He's bleeding into his abdomen.
- Okay, we'll deal with that after we get him an airway.
Intubation kit? - Yes, Doctor.
♪
- Half his face is gone. No chance I get a tube in.
He needs a crich.
♪
- Here we go! They're coming in!
Noah, you're going to Treatment One.
Dr. Reese, you're going to Treatment Two.
There you go, sir.
Dr. Charles...
- You're going to Treatment Three.
♪
Okay, file in down the line.
You're going to Four, you're going to Five--
there you go-- and you're going to Six.
There you go.
Be careful. Rotate. Rotate here.
♪
- Fast scan.
- I can't get the tube in.
Too much blood in the airway. Suction.
♪
- Blood in the pelvis.
Two more units of o-neg on the rapid transfuser.
Block party today at Millenium Park.
Saturday plus tourists.
Gotta be a few thousand people down there.
- Owen's nanny sometimes brings him down there
to ride his scooter.
I don't know if they went today.
- I'm sure they're fine, Natalie.
- Yeah, that's I keep telling myself.
♪
Okay, I'm in. Bag him.
♪
Maggie?
- I don't know if Owen and his Nanny went to the park today.
Can you-- - I have her number.
I'll call her. Okay. - Thank you.
♪
- Oh, my God.
Where do we begin?
- We need to prioritize surgical candidates.
Where are they? - Everywhere.
- Connor, I need you.
- All right, start in the treatment rooms.
I'll meet you on the other side.
- Sinus tach. Pressure dropping.
- Trach tube. - Trach tube.
- All set up.
He's crashing. - Asystole. I'm on his chest.
- No compressions. We can't save him.
- Dr. Choi, I'm losing her pulse.
She's apneic.
- Okay, time of death: 14:38.
Him out, her in.
- April, Stohl needs you in Triage.
- Come on, come on, let's go. - Go.
Doris, can you move him? - Morgue's full.
- Okay, then just find a place up here.
Bag her.
W Is it bad?
- No, no, no, it's just a move now
to save time later if there is an emergency.
But I have a yellow tag.
That means stable, right?
Red's the bad one and black--
- No, no, no, it's just a preemptive measure.
That's all.
- The shots, they just kept coming.
I--I ran, but I got knocked out,
and I couldn't get up.
- I can't imagine.
I--I'm so sorry.
- All around me, people were just being...
torn apart.
This blood is not mine!
Kay--look at me.
Look at me.
Slow, deep breaths, okay?
Like this. Loo--look...
Dr. Charles...
she's reliving the moment.
- Hey, here, take my hand. Okay, it's okay.
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me.
Look at my hands. You see me holding your hands?
You feel me holding your hands?
You're safe. You're in a hospital.
You're here with me.
We're gonna take care of ya, all right?
I'm Dr. Charles. Can you tell me your name?
- Uh, Jill.
- Okay, Jill.
We got this, okay?
- Okay.
It'll be all right.
- ...Appears to be a mass shooting in Chicago...
Uh, would you like a water?
Oh, my God.
Uh, help? Help!
Uh, he--he just looked at me and slumped.
- Okay, he's breathing.
Weak carotid pulse. Nothing radial.
I need a gurney!
Help me elevate his legs.
Emily? - Uh...
What happened
- BP dropped too low. He passed out.
Sometimes a fracture can trigger a sudden dip.
There could be a broken bone beneath the swelling.
- You passed out.
- Sorry.
I'm gonna get you on some IV fluids
and send you in for an X-ray of your right arm.
- Feels busted.
Good thing I'm a lefty. Sorry.
I shouldn't joke right now.
It's just...this is a lot.
- It's okay.
I get it. Don't feel bad.
- This is madness.
- Dr. Stohl, we've got incoming.
- 25, at least 10 critical.
- That's too many. We're already swamped.
They need to be rerouted to East Mercy
or Lakeshore Memorial. - They can't.
They're choked up too.
They're trying to send patients to us.
So let's get Maggie to double up patients
into treatment rooms and trauma bays.
Remove the dividing walls to make the space.
April, with me, we need to help unload these ambos.
[sirens wailing, ambulances honking]
♪
That's not gonna do it.
- No, not even close.
♪
.
- Hey, Maggie, where do you want us?
- Treatment room, wherever you can fit.
- Copy.
- Follow Noah and make space. - Mm-hmm.
- No, no, no, no, no, I gotta stagger the intake.
Find a trauma bay. - They're all jammed.
- No, voicemail.
- Please keep trying. - Yeah.
- Two hemostats and 10 ml of lidocaine.
- We're out of lidocaine. Waiting on resupply.
50 mics of fentanyl instead? - 25.
He's gonna need a neuroexam. Can't dope him up.
- All right, squeeze my hand.
Come on, it's only gonna take a second.
- Okay, keep squeezing.
We're almost there.
- Done.
- Lacerated right carotid.
Bleeding's under control for now.
- Low but holding. 89 over 50. - All right, up his volume.
I'll get him in the O.R. as soon as I can.
- He can't wait.
Connor, I clamped off blood flow to his brain.
He sits too long-- - He hasn't stroked.
That means he's got adequate flow on the other side.
He can wait.
- Dr. Rhodes, I need you in Three, Four, Six, and Seven.
- Ava and I are running all over the place.
We get to one patient, three more pile up somewhere else.
This isn't working.
- Oh, heads up, next wave five minutes out.
- Ms. Goodwin, we're stabilizing patients,
but if we can't get them to surgery,
we'll start losing them.
Unless something changes, the ED's gonna collapse.
- Well, if you have an idea, now is the time.
- Casualty collection areas.
Designated zones for specific treatments,
especially surgical eval.
Doctors stay put, patients shuttle between zones.
All right, you set it up in Triage,
I'll spread the word. - Yes, ma'am.
- I saw the shooter.
I should've...run at him,
tackled him, done...something,
but instead, I just stood there,
like a coward, while he mowed people down.
- Have you heard of fight
Before that is the freeze.
It's an instinct that kicks in
when there's no time to think.
Not running at that shooter might've saved your life, okay?
Sir, do you know where you are?
Wow, you were, uh...
♪
You were right there, huh?
♪
- Dr. Charles, uh, Dr. Reese...
♪
Paramedics are bringing in
personal belongings from the scene.
Uh, what should I do with them?
- Oh, this is awful.
- Uh--uh, people are gonna wanna go through those,
so, um, we should put it on display.
- There's at least three-dozen boxes already,
and they said there's more coming.
- Um...use the cafeteria. Dr. Reese, can you oversee?
People are gonna be, you know, overwhelmed and...
- Yeah, got it.
♪
- Uh--uh, I'm Dr. Charles.
What Can you tell me your name?
- Roger.
Where am I? - You're in a hospital.
You were--you were involved in a shooting.
- Yeah.
You know, you have a wound on your head,
and I'd very much like to get one of the ER doctors
just to take a look at it.
Would that be all right?
- Yeah. Okay.
- Okay, good.
- All right, CTs and X-rays are in the elevator hallway.
If the line gets long, just snake it around the corner.
Monique, One and Two are now laceration repair
and hemorrhage control. You lead.
Dr. Sexton, Trauma Two is now strictly for chest tubes.
Once they're in, move them to Baghdad
for surgical eval.
- Okay.
- Ms. Goodwin...
- Uh, have to.
Our disaster plan wasn't designed
for an incident this massive.
That makes me nervous.
- Noted.
Uh, Dr. Halstead, you now live in Treatments Six and Seven.
Nothing but intubations.
Any person with respiratory compromise
will be coming straight to you.
- Okay, but, uh, meds are a problem.
It's taking forever for nurses to run back and forth
pulling etomidate and sux.
- All right, I'll override the fingerprint scan
on the medication dispenser.
Leave the door open,
so nurses can stuff their pockets.
- We'll have no idea who's getting what.
- You mean who's being charged for what, right?
Let's figure out billing later.
- I need help!
Trample victim. No pulse.
♪
- No breath sounds either. On his chest.
- April, quick look and an intubation kit.
Then start a line to push meds.
- No, triple zero. Pupils are fixed and dilated.
He's dead. Where's his family? - I don't know.
Good Samaritan found him on the ground not moving,
drove him in in his own car.
- Dr. Bekker, Dr. Rhodes is calling you.
- If Owen and his Nanny did go to the park today,
what if they got separated too?
- Until you know for sure,
don't let your mind lead you to a bad place.
Stay focused on right now.
- Natalie, need extra hands.
- I'll move him.
♪
- I need a hand in here!
- No! No, no, don't touch me!
- I'm sorry, honey, but I have to.
I'm a doctor, okay? I promise you I'll be quick.
- We're gonna do our best to try to find her,
but right now, I have to help you.
Can I do that?
Thank you.
- Bullet wounds to the left hand,
the left thigh...
- Good pulse in the wrist and feet.
No life-threatening issues.
4 of morphine for the pain,
then bandage her wounds, send her upstairs.
They can dress her up there.
I'm gonna send you to another doctor, okay?
Be brave, sweetheart. - Okay.
- Hole in the left anterior chest wall.
Breath sounds present and bilaterally.
Get him in line for a chest X-ray.
- Yep.
♪
- Things moving smoother in here?
- Yeah, bringing patients here
instead of us trying to find them, it's a great call.
♪
- Uh, heavy confusion, memory loss,
no recollection of what--what happened today.
He could barely tell me his name.
But, I mean, I guess it could be neural.
I'm just thinking shock.
- Yeah, him and everyone else, including me.
We'll stitch that up when we get a chance.
- Oh, my God. What--
- Roger...
so, listen, I--I know it's difficult to make sense
of what's going on around you right now
and--and what happened today,
but I can help you put that puzzle together, okay?
Just keep some pressure on this right now.
Unconscious when he came in.
GSW nicked the external jugular vein.
As long as he keeps pressure on it,
his vitals are stable,
but...he refuses to do it.
- You keep pressure on that.
I'll be right back, okay?
I got it. How we doing?
- You don't have to help me.
- Yeah, well, I-- I mean, I kinda do,
'cause if--if somebody doesn't hold this,
you're gonna die,
- I'm okay with that. - Yeah, well, I'm not,
so I guess you're stuck with me for the moment anyway.
I'm Dr. Charles. What's your name?
- Uh--uh, Trevor.
- Good pulse and BP,
but diminished breath sounds on the left.
Chest X-ray.
Hey, man, how are you doing?
- I'm fine.
All right, log roll.
- Kay, okay. One...
- Two holes, left delt, right upper back.
Chest tube, then CT chest and thoracic spine.
Keep him on his side.
You're gonna be fine, man. You're gonna be fine.
Go.
- More ambos inbound. - We'll be ready.
- Hearing PD hasn't found the shooter.
If he's still out there...
- Yeah...this could get worse.
♪
- Dr. Choi, we need you in Baghdad.
- April, take over Triage.
- You've seen enough bullet holes to gauge risk.
- Ethan... - Dr. Choi!
- April, hey, hey, hey, eye the wound,
assess trajectory, predict potential injuries,
then send them where they need to be.
You got this.
♪
- One, two, three.
- Heart rate's jumping, BP's crashing.
There's only a trickle of blood coming from the chest tube.
- Guy has two holes.
He was stable. Hemorrhagic shock?
- The GSW must've traversed the liver.
- Fast scan.
- 2 units o-neg and 2 of plasma on the rapid transfuser.
Chest tube must've clotted.
It took a bit, but now he's coagulopathic.
- Yeah, fast scan's positive.
He's bleeding into his chest and belly.
- We need to replace the tube. Scissors?
- This guy needs surgery, but the O.R. is packed.
I need to convert Baghdad and do it here.
- Okay, I got more victims en route.
You can have half the space.
- No, I'm not opening him up with people running in and out.
- Then take the doctor's lounge.
Four walls and a door, as quiet as you're gonna get.
No gas lines, suction lines, airflow capabilities,
it's short electrical outlets, lighting?
Come on.
I'll take it.
.
[indistinct chatter, alarm blaring]
- Excuse us.
- I'm sorry I took so long.
The police had the streets blocked off.
Never mind, unimportant. Where is Dr. Rhodes?
- Operating in the doctor's lounge.
Yeah, I know.
♪
- Dr. Latham, good, you're here.
We're gonna do a laparotomy.
- This is not a surgical suite, Dr. Rhodes.
- Oh, I know, but I'm afraid it's all we got.
- We'll also need an electrocautery machine
and an ultrasonic cavitation device.
- There's no frills today, sorry.
- No, no, no! There can't be any shadows.
- Dr. Latham, I know this is a lot of change all at once,
but this patient is running out of time.
I can't do the surgery alone. I really need your help, okay?
- Yes. Yes, of course.
I'll scrub in. Where?
♪
- Yeah.
- All right, Connor, anything else you need?
- Uh-huh, Noah.
For what?
- Anesthesia and airway control.
♪
- Uh, D--Dr. Rhodes, I--I have,
like, three hours of surgical experience.
- And now you get more.
Bring in the patient.
♪
- So, I gotta be honest, I really feel like
I've been doing a little bit too much of the talking here.
No way I can get you to tell me
a little bit about what happened today?
- I thought I had a jacket.
Did I drop it?
You could've.
Our memory tends to come back in fragments,
and so time and space tend to be a little mixed up.
Um...
hey, Trevor, you think I can get you to take over
putting pressure on the wound for me?
- My wife...
- I lost my wife this morning.
♪
- That's awful.
That's really awful. I'm sorry to hear that.
She was a good person.
♪
I really don't deserve your help.
You should just, like--
just let me go.
- You know that feeling of-- of it being unfair,
you know, that your wife was taken and you weren't?
Maybe even feeling a little bit guilty
that
Well...
that's--it's just normal
for this horrible thing you've been through,
and if it's any consolation at all,
there's probably a lot of people in this hospital
who are feeling... the same way right now.
- Well, then you should go be with them,
because...you can't help me.
- You know what, though, I can. - No, you can't!
- I just need you to meet me halfway,
by putting pressure on your wound.
I just need to go over and talk to this gentleman
for just a minute, and I'll be right back.
♪
- I, uh--
I collect things...
- And my wife, she said that I was a hoarder,
and that--
she was gonna throw it all out.
♪
God, I would get so mad, but I--
- I was wearing a jacket.
I had it at lunch.
♪
- God...
♪
I got this.
♪
- Yes.
- Thank you.
♪
- So the officer saw the guy ditch the assault rifle,
then he got a shot off,
and then he lost him in the crowd.
- Yeah, maybe. He was wearing a hoodie.
We recovered it at the scene.
Tested positive for gunshot residue,
and there was blood on it.
- So the officer might've shot him?
- Well, that's the theory.
We're thinking either the paramedics brought him in,
or he's hiding among the injured,
so we're checking all the hospitals
against the officer's partial description.
White male, brown hair,
medium height, build, dark pants.
Do you mind if my guys just go through the ED?
- Please. - All right.
- But, uh, we're barely keeping it together here.
What's happening out there?
- People are scared.
- The cell network is probably down
from the boost in traffic, right?
Probably why Maggie can't get through?
- Yeah, I think you're right.
- All right, I'm in. Bag him.
Then CT zone for head and chest.
And then up to the ICU for neuro. Let's go.
♪
Hey, Jay, uh, my son, Owen,
he and the nanny may have been at Millenium Park today,
but I can't reach them. Can you--
- Every cop in the city's looking for the shooter.
I'm so sorry, Nat. - Okay.
♪
- Natalie, if you need to go home...
20 of etomidate, 100 of sux.
- How do you know which parts of the bowel are viable?
Peristalsis
- Right now, I don't care about viability.
I only care about the bleeding.
Ooh, this is wild.
Being a trauma surgeon is intense.
No time to think. Just react-- - Stop talking.
I haven't been inside an abdomen since my residency.
- It's okay, Dr. Latham. Surgery is surgery.
- GIA stapler for the anastomosis.
- Skip it, it takes too long.
- But I've already resected a portion of the bowel.
It needs to be reconstructed.
- Just leave it in discontinuity.
- That doesn't make any sense.
We'll have to open him back up again to make the repair.
- No, 'cause we're not gonna close him.
- But he'll be susceptible to infection.
- Dr. Latham, this is damage control.
Stop the bleeding, stop the spillage,
move on to the next patient.
Are you good?
- Yes.
Let's continue. - Okay.
♪
- This is my brother's. - It belongs to my son.
I bought it for him.
- Lady, if you don't let go and back off...
- Hey, maybe I can help, maybe I can help.
- Look inside. You'll find sheet music.
He plays the bass.
♪
- Told you.
♪
- I know my son was at the park today.
If he was okay, he would've called.
He always calls.
His name is Jared. He's 16.
♪
- Oh, I've seen him. He's here.
- Uh, when I saw him,
he was conscious, talking.
He had a broken arm. - Oh, my God.
- I'll find him. - Thank you. Thank you.
♪
What do you need?
Emily
- Uh--uh, there's-- there's a lot of people
bleeding in the waiting room.
The nurse needs help.
- But I don't have anyone else.
Wait a second, I got an idea.
Come with me.
Come, come, come, come!
- I know you're busy, but I need some help.
Sir, ma'am, can I borrow you for a second?
So, we have a lot of injured, but not enough nurses,
so we need volunteers.
Caprice here is gonna teach you how to apply pressure,
hemostatic bandages, and tourniquets.
Are we all still in?
Em? - Yeah, okay.
- Great. Okay.
That's you. You.
Go be sharks. Find some blood.
- Come with me. - Okay.
- No. - I will.
- Oh, thank you.
There you go.
♪
He's right there: white man, medium build, dark pants.
Fits the profile. He was acting kinda sketchy.
He stared right through me.
- I see him.
♪
- They think they may have the shooter.
♪
- Chicago Police, sir, I need to talk to you.
- I didn't do anything.
- Put the bag down and show me your hands.
- I didn't do anything.
- Drop the bag and show me your hands!
- Get up! Get up!
- Do not move.
♪
.
- He's a thief.
He looted the bodies. Opportunist scum.
- Detective, I understand you have a job to do,
but this description of the shooter,
white male, dark pants, it's vague.
- Ms. Goodwin, if I think I found the son of a bitch
that did this, I'm going after him.
- ICU for rewarming and resuscitation.
Okay, bring in the next one.
- Dr. Latham, I'm sorry if I overstepped earlier.
I certainly wasn't trying to criticize.
- No need for an apology, Dr. Rhodes.
I realize that my rigidness can be frustrating.
While your tone was unnerving, your words were enlightening.
- Stop the bleeding, stop the spillage,
move on to the next patient.
Precisely the structure I needed.
- Well, then I'm glad I could help.
- Okay, let's do this.
- He was hit by a car trying to escape the scene.
Broken ribs, diminished breath sounds in the left chest.
He needs a tube.
Emily, what are you doing?
- Uh, looking for more bandages, gauze.
I'm helping the nurses in the waiting room.
♪
- While he was waiting for his X
- Epidural hematoma.
By the time they got him to me, he was gone.
There was nothing I could do.
His mother is here.
Thinks he's all right.
Poor woman.
♪
- I think so.
You're good at this.
- Blood doesn't bother me.
- I can see it.
There was a band.
Every song was an '80s cover.
This woman started dancing with me.
- Uh-huh.
And were you guys dancing together
when the gunfire broke out?
- Uh, Doctor, I...
- Yes.
- Did you happen to look and see
what direction the gunfire was coming from?
- Uh, yes.
- D-Doctor, there are so many people here
who are in worse shape than me.
I really--I should just go.
- W--well, you-- you can't go yet, Trevor,
because you still need treatment.
You're bleeding from your neck.
- But I just--I need to be just anywhere else.
I'm--I'm fine.
- Okay, okay. Um...
I'll be right back.
Look, what I'm hearing is that actually you're not fine.
You're trying to convince yourself you're fine.
- I am. - Look, I get it,
but I can also see how much pain you're in,
and you have every right to be.
- Uh, listen, I don't expect you to believe me right now,
but I promise you will get better,
but you--you need to hang in with me
a little bit longer, okay
What you looking at, Roger?
- Him.
You recognize him?
- Yes.
♪
- I'm in. Bag her, then chest tube zone.
- She's getting our last ventilator.
We're out? - Yes.
- We can switch to bags full-time.
We don't have enough nurses.
- We'll get extra tubing and split it,
put two patients on a single ventilator.
- No, the vent isn't strong enough.
- I'm in. Bag him.
Yeah, if we match patients who are roughly the same size,
double the tidal volume, should be enough to hold.
- Okay. Okay.
Oh, my God, Owen
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I just need to-- I need some--I need some air.
Just five minutes, okay?
- Of course. I'll take care of the vents.
♪
- So this guy, Roger, I've been working with,
his memory is still very hazy.
The one thing he is absolutely certain about
is that he saw this fellow over here in the kiddie chair
with the blue shirt right there,
and that he had, quote, "A look of rage in his eyes."
- We've already had one false ID, Daniel,
and witness statements--
- Notoriously unreliable, I know.
I'm just saying,
this guy, Roger, very well could've seen everything.
I mean, that's why I'm spending so much time with him.
- You think it's possible that he can ID the shooter?
- Yeah, it's possible. I mean, he knows he saw David.
And I gotta tell ya, I've been watching them for a bit,
and he is a little overly enthusiastic,
in terms of helping all the other victims.
You know, create a disaster,
so that he can then rise up and become the hero,
you know, I don't know.
- We got a name: Trent Harris, 43.
- Well, Dr. Charles was wondering
if it could be this guy behind you in the blue shirt.
But he's been telling us his name is David.
- Well, he would definitely give a fake name.
- Yes, but he looks like he's in his twenties,
not his forties.
- Registered AR-15 we recovered at the scene.
You sit tight, tuck in, just watch him.
PD is pulling DMV photos.
If we do get a positive ID,
be ready to clear as many people out of here as you can.
- I'll find Maggie and spread the word.
- Okay.
- Thank you, Jay. - Yeah.
So S.W.A.T raided Harris's house,
crap floor to ceiling, major hoarder.
They found another body. Guy shot his wife.
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Where'd this guy go? - I don't know.
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I need help!
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Trevor, hey. Trevor!
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- Ethan, April, I need you.
Thready pulse, hole in the neck.
Slashed his wrist. Multiple stab wounds to the abdomen.
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- Guy's lost a lot of blood.
Let's give him two units of o-neg
and start bagging. - I need to intubate.
20 of etomidate, 100 of sux.
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- Detective Halstead said he'll have a photo
of our suspect, Trent Harris,
an--any second now.
- He's not the guy.
- Sats, 82. Heart rate, 130.
- Interior abdomen stab wounds.
Belly's distended. Fast scan.
- Razor slash to the bone.
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- I'm in.
- Fast scan's positive.
- Belly's full of blood.
He needs surgery now.
- We'll take him to the doctor's lounge. Let's go.
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- Connor, that's our guy.
Don't let him off the hook by dying.
- When did you realize he was the shooter?
- When I heard about his wife...
and the hoarding.
We're struggling to keep innocent victims alive,
and you pull us away to save this monster?
Damn it, Dr. Charles, my son is missing!
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- I'm so sorry.
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That's it?
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- I'm so sorry.
- No.
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- He'll live.
- I am exhausted.
- Yeah, me too.
They still need help upstairs in the O.Rs.
Let's go.
- It looks like Liz's phone, Owen's nanny.
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Owen?
- Mommy!
- There she is.
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- Once they found the shooter, I had Jay make some calls.
Owen and Liz, they were at the park.
They ran as soon as they heard the gunfire
and left everything behind and got to the 51st District.
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- Great work today, Dr. Choi.
- Thanks.
- So much blood.
I can still smell the iron in the air.
You okay?
- Still shaking.
Crazy thing is, it's the most gratifying day
I've ever had as a doctor...
But I don't know what to feel.
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- Emily stepped up.
- Yeah.
Yeah, she did.
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- Since the first victim rolled in, it's only been two hours.
Feels like two weeks.
- This is the world we live in, huh?
- Yeah...unfortunately.
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- Hey, phenomenal job, Sharon, okay?
Approval for a new CT scanner, done deal.
- You know something, Peter,
just a CT scanner is not gonna cut it.
The numbers we saw today, we need multiple scanners,
triple the number of trauma bays.
Waiting room and hallway walls wired
for monitors and oxygen,
and that's just the beginning.
- So basically, you're talking about a
- Yeah, I guess I am.
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Okay.
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Of course you had to save him.
I know that,
and she does too.
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