[ Siren wailing in distance ] [ Electronic dance music plays ]
- I get to spend the rest of my life
with this beautiful woman. - [ Laughing ]
I am the luckiest man in the Tri-State area.
[ Crowd cheering ]
- [ Laughing ]
- Yeah!
- ♪ Wake me with a kiss ♪
- [ Laughing ]
Oh, I wish we could slow down time.
Make tonight last forever.
[ Sighs contentedly ]
- Check it out.
Got 'em from a friend.
I know it's not our thing, but...
when in Rome, right?
- ♪ Wake me with a kiss, like this ♪
- The most common question patients ask
when they learn they're dying
is, "How long do I have?"
[ Laughter echoing ]
How long do I have to settle my affairs,
right my wrongs,
tell the people in my life that I love them?
What they're really asking is,
"How much time do I have to free myself of guilt
before I go?"
But when time is finite, guilt isn't avoidable.
It's inevitable.
And its only cure?
Forgiveness.
A seemingly limited resource when it comes to human beings.
[ Classical music plays ]
♪
I hope you don't mind
me crashing your Saturday night, John.
Usually just me and my buddy Johann at home.
Decided to venture out and work on my social skills.
How am I doing?
[ Indistinct announcement over P.A. ]
Your silence speaks volumes.
- I don't care what anyone says about you.
A doctor who spends his night off
saying goodbye to a patient
is aces in my book.
- Goodbye? I'm not going anywhere.
Unless-- What exactly have you heard, Nurse?
- Not you.
Him.
He's being transferred to a long-term care facility
in the morning.
And not one of the fancy ones.
- Who authorized that? Dr. Landon?
- Even higher up.
- What? How did you guys beat me here?
Have you guys seen Wolf yet?
Do you know why he paged? What's the emergency?
- You. Having your aneurysm rupture.
- Enthusiasm's contagious.
Nice pants, by the way.
- Thanks, Van.
I'm glad someone around here appreciates me.
- Man, there better be a zombie outbreak in the E.R.
- Where were you? - It's Saturday night. I was out.
And you best believe I was not going home alone.
- Ugh, your cologne is burning my sinuses.
- Well, most girls tell me they love the way I smell.
- Those girls need to come in for extensive neuro exams.
- We have got a patient.
- The John Doe who came in a few weeks ago, right?
Yeah, I heard some ICU doctors talking about him.
There's like zero relevant history on him.
- Yeah, just a long list of infections
and drug-resistant bacteria,
from hospital to LTACH and back.
Scary.
- Well, he's going to be transferred out
of our hospital in the morning.
Unless we can find a reason for him to stay.
- I can't believe I turned off the Housewives for this.
- Do you know what long-term care for a patient like this means?
He's just going to keep going from one facility to the next
until he's forgotten.
- That is exactly right, Dr. Kinney.
- Where do we start? What's the plan?
- Ma'am!
- Have you seen Charlie? - Oh, my God.
- Okay, come with me. - Have you seen Charlie?
- Um, I'm not sure. W-Who is Charlie?
- I'm gonna guess it's her husband.
- Pupils are fully dilated.
Let's get a head CT, UTox, CBC and chemistry.
Miss, can you tell me how you got here?
- He has cold feet. - Cold feet. Okay.
Can you tell me your name?
- He has cold feet. - Checking her B.P.
Her heart's racing.
- I'd like you to follow the light with your eyes.
Okay?
[ Sounds distorting ]
♪
- I don't think the blood is hers.
- Have you seen Charlie?
- Someone called psych.
♪
-It's Maya. Leave a message.
- Maya Amy-Marie Allen,
curfew is at 11:00.
This is the second time this month you missed it.
You know the rules.
Something came up at work.
I'll be at the hospital in 15 minutes.
I expect you home by then.
Call me back. Now.
[ Sighing ] Oh, Jesus, help me.
- I don't know what we took. It was, um...
It was like candies. And she had a name.
- Sounds like Molly.
What do you remember next?
- I don't know.
I was walking.
A car came, picked me up and brought me here.
[ Voice breaking ] Can you please just tell me
where my husband is?
- Our entire team is calling every hospital
in every borough as we speak.
I assure you, we will find him
and we will help you remember what happened.
- [ Breathing shakily ]
- Imagine the happiest day of your life
turning into a complete and utter nightmare.
- Clearly, drugs are contributing,
but that's not all.
- Textbook signs of dissociative amnesia.
Whatever happened to that woman was so traumatic,
her brain purged it from its consciousness.
- It's like her mind is protecting her from something.
- Do we even want to know what?
Charge nurse must've called them.
Officer Stanley. Always good to see you.
You're looking well. - Appreciate that, Doc.
I wish this were a social call,
but, uh, we're here for the bride.
The report says she's bloody
and, uh, missing a...
"Charlie."
Bloody bride plus a missing groom--
it doesn't take a genius to figure that one out, huh?
- That woman could have an insidious neurologic injury.
Regardless of what she may or may not have done,
we have an obligation to treat every single person
who walks through those doors, and that's what we're gonna do.
She doesn't leave here until we clear her.
- And we have to consider the groom.
Let's assume he's still alive,
but judging by the amount of blood on her,
he doesn't have long.
It's going to take an hour to get her to the station, Stanley.
But you know I can get answers faster.
She stays here.
- I need you to keep it together.
- The cops are here.
- I guess, well, uh, that makes us partners.
But, uh, we still need to question her.
- Of course. I'll show you the way.
- What is the plan?
- Still figuring it out. - Ah.
♪
- What?
- Found this near the nurses' station.
She must've dropped it.
- Figured we'd let you see it
before we turn it over to the cops.
- The bride's name is Bridget Meyers.
She lives in South Jersey.
We found an ID, a hotel key card,
and... party favors.
No signs of other guests. Maybe they eloped.
UTox results won't be back for another hour, at least.
- Right now, we focus on the groom, and finding him.
- Maybe they were in a car crash.
He could be trapped somewhere.
- Okay, if it was an accident, she'd have injuries.
Something. Wasn't a scratch on her.
- He could have been randomly attacked.
- Or she attacked him.
Maybe Bridget went Kill Bill on poor Charlie.
- She did say he had cold feet.
- Let's not jump to conclusions.
- If by some miracle he's alive out there, bleeding out,
he's running out of time, and quickly.
- Isn't that what the cops are here for?
- They're trying to solve a crime.
We are saving a patient.
- Okay, um, so we backtrack, retrace the bride's steps,
and it should lead us to the groom.
- But even if she does remember,
do we even have time for that?
- We need to get inside her head.
- Well, then that's exactly what we'll do.
- What? Oh!
- Dr. Wolf, did you just take drugs?
- Putting myself in the same state of mind as the bride
will help us understand what she's trying to tell us.
I can feel how she's feeling, think how she's thinking.
We must see the world through her distorted lens.
- That's actually... It's kind of smart.
- And dangerous.
- It's nothing I haven't done before.
This woman came to us for help.
So, unless anyone has a better option,
let's start with the hotel.
Who's coming with me?
- Dana. - Dana.
- Wow.
I hate you all.
- Hey.
Let's go find our groom.
- Have you ever tried hypnotherapy before?
- No.
- It's a dissociative agent, but like many drugs,
it can return you to an altered state
to recover memories buried deep in your subconscious.
But it only works if you're 100% committed.
- Whatever it takes. For Charlie.
- Okay.
[ Metronome clicks on ]
[ Metronome ticking ]
When you're ready...
...follow my light.
Keep looking up...
as high as you can.
[ Ticking continues ]
Now close your eyes.
But keep looking up towards the light.
Let's start by finding a happy memory from tonight.
Once you see it, let that memory bubble up and drift over to you.
- There was dancing...
[ Both laughing ] ...in the sky.
- Dancing in the sky.
♪
Very good.
Let's stay here with this memory.
Is this when you last saw Charlie?
- He was so happy.
We-- We were so happy.
We were so hungry.
Then there was a room.
It was like ice.
[ Siren wailing in distance ]
- [ Exhales slowly ]
- It's freezing in here.
- Maybe this is where Charlie got cold feet.
- Looks like the Molly's kicking in.
No dead groom. No blood.
♪
Looks like they like their meat.
Uh, so...
Safe space, no judgies... [chuckles]
...but, uh, do you always take your patients' drugs?
- Doctors so often prescribe meds
without fully understanding their impact.
I like to know what my patients are experiencing firsthand.
- Uh, even with the illicit variety?
- They're trusting me with their lives.
They deserve that much, right?
[ Cellphone rings ]
- Talk to me.
[ Indistinct voice over phone ]
Uh...
we will keep you posted.
Goodbye.
Okay, uh, hypnotherapy worked, s-sort of.
Uh, Van says she remembers a room like ice
and dancing in the sky.
I'd bet my last benzo
we're standing in the ice room right now.
- That just leaves dancing in the sky.
- There's a douchey nightclub on the roof.
- I guess we're going dancing.
[ Electronic dance music plays ]
[ Indistinct conversations ]
♪
- Right. Face blind. You don't like crowds.
I'd offer you a Xanax,
but I don't know how it'll mix with the Molly.
But don't worry, I got you.
Cops beat us here, and they didn't even have to take MDMA.
Doesn't seem like they have any intel.
Maybe we're on the wrong trail.
What do you think?
Dr. Wolf?
Dr. Wolf!
[ Cellphone rings ]
Save me.
- The bride's UTox came back.
- What? - Wolf was right.
There's MDMA in her system, but it must've been laced.
- Dude, speak up. I can't hear you.
- It's not just Molly. Wolf's on PCP.
- Oh, my God.
[ Crowd cheering ]
- How's he feeling? From what I'm reading online,
it can be intense.
- How intense. What does it say?
- Symptoms include, but are not limited to--
heavy sweating...
paranoia, rage...
flashbacks.
[ Music distorting ]
[ Woman groaning ] - It's okay, Mrs. Lewis.
My son and I brought you something.
Hopefully it'll help you feel better.
[ Classical music plays ]
Music releases endorphins.
Changes catecholamine levels.
Distracts patients as they relive memories,
away from their pain.
- She likes Bach.
- She has good taste.
♪
Okay.
- I wish I could come to work with you every day.
Do you really have to move out?
- Your mom and I, we still make good parents,
even though we don't make good partners.
But you and me, we mix great together.
You know, you could come live with me if you wanted.
♪
Well, just think about it, buddy.
- [Distantly] Dr. Wolf!
Dr. Wolf! You're on PCP.
- Phencyclidine?
That's a first for me.
I didn't know people still did angel dust.
- They don't. The MDMA was laced.
No.
Very no.
- Come on, loosen up.
- Hey! Did you hear her?!
- [ Screaming ]
- Dr. Wolf, what the hell?
You're sweating like crazy.
- Oh, the bride's body must have been buzzing from the PCP.
Maybe it made her aggressive.
Meaning you might be right. Maybe she attacked him.
- Come on, let's get you out of here.
We've still got a missing groom to look for.
- I'm suddenly very aware of my visceral organs.
Particularly my stomach. I'm ravenous.
- OMG, Van did say something about the bride being hungry.
- Where is food? - Ugh, I hate being drug sherpa.
- I can't believe Wolf called us in for this.
Like, my boys got a table at Cloud Nyne.
The night was going to be lit.
- Well, this is lit.
Think of it as a learning opportunity.
A chance to better understand the human brain.
If this patient is fascinating to Wolf, he's fascinating to me.
- It's tragic the state this guy is in,
but it's not like we can do anything for him
in the next few hours.
I know you like to defend Wolf,
but you gotta admit he's unhinged.
The guy took ecstasy. - Yes. To save a patient.
Do you have a pen?
Wolf wants to step into every patient's shoes,
know everything about them.
This is the one patient he can't get to know.
- [ Sighs ]
- What are you doing?
- I'm getting in the patient's shoes.
- Jacob.
We have until sunrise to figure this out.
We can go back through John Doe's charts.
We can send off another CBC.
Even a small bump in his white count
could be enough to call off the transfer.
- Yeah, um...
You know what? You're right.
I'll, um, go check on his labs.
♪
- [ Breathing heavily ]
- Still no bloody groom.
But, uh, according to his Instagram,
Charlie is a sous chef here.
Maybe we'll find a clue.
- Do you think that that libertine in the club is okay?
He probably needs surgery. Rhinoplasty, perhaps.
That is such a good word. Rhinoplasty.
I could fight a rhino!
- No, you can't!
- What did you just take? - My anxiety meds.
Suppressing what exactly?
- You are stressing me out. - Okay, okay.
- I'm officially done with this conversation.
- We all have darkness, Dr. Dang.
I'm not a violent person.
But you saw it in me tonight.
Just like the bride, huh? I could've killed that man.
- Okay, this is getting dark. You didn't kill anyone.
- More avoiding, huh?
- Um, you took ecstasy to "help Bridget,"
but I'm starting to think you're escaping
whatever demons it is you're dealing with.
- We're all escaping something.
It's part of the human experience.
We all just do it a little bit differently, right?
Oh, God. Oh, my God, I'm burning up.
I really feel unstable.
It's like I'm suffering from neuroleptic malignant syndrome.
I am on fire. I have to get in that freezer.
- Okay, now you've fully lost it.
We're not putting you in a freezer.
- The newlyweds. Cold feet. A room like ice.
The groom.
Oh, God.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
Charlie.
♪
- I don't feel anything.
Should I start CPR?
- No, it's there.
His pulse is weak, but he's alive.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
- How are you feeling after that?
- I'm okay, I think.
Did you find him?
- Um, not yet.
But we are working on it.
- Yeah. [ Cellphone ringing ]
You can go ahead. - Thank you.
Excuse me.
Where have you been?
I've been trying to get a hold of you for an hour.
Have you heard from Maya?
- I was at dinner with a colleague. It ran late.
I just saw your text. - A work dinner? This late?
[ Sighing ] Okay. - Don't say it like that.
This has been in our shared calendar for weeks.
[ Cellphone beeping ]
- Morris. Wait. It's her. It's Maya.
Let me... I'll call you right back.
[ Call disconnects ]
Maya? - Hi.
- You better be at home tucking yourself in bed.
- I'm at Sydney's house. - No.
- I'm just gonna spend the night.
- No, you will not just spend the night.
I want you home right now.
Your father's on his way there.
We will talk about this tomorrow.
- Fine. [ Call disconnects ]
[ Sirens wailing ]
- Go get Carol and Van, bring them up to speed
And prep a banana bag for me.
- Hey, where we at? - Patient is critical.
B.P. 60 over palp when we found him,
hypothermic with major blood loss
from a-a penetrating abdominal injury.
- Okay, I got a call about possible head trauma.
Where'd you find him?
- On the floor of a walk-in freezer.
- Rotatory nystagmus.
Are you high?
- That is absurd.
Yeah.
♪
Have you seen Dr. Nash?
Has anybody seen Jacob?
I swear to God, if he's napping...
[ Laughter ]
[ Jacob speaking indistinctly ]
[ Laughter continues ]
♪
- [ Clears throat ] - [ Gasps ]
- John Doe needs an EKG.
If your hands aren't too full, You think you can manage that?
- Mm-hmm.
- Hey, Portia. - [ Chuckles lightly ]
[ Both chuckle ]
♪
- Hope your night's going better than mine.
- I doubt it. Just walked in on Jacob
and Nurse Flores hooking up in a closet.
- Well, I just found a bloody groom in a freezer.
Alive.
♪
- Hey. Good job with the groom.
What's with the IV?
- Uh...
I wanted to get inside Bridget's headspace,
so I took what I thought was MDMA.
- And it turned out to also have PCP.
Do the interns know?
- Yes. - Wolf...
Look, I'm not going to tell you to be careful.
We've been down that road, and you--
- Carol, we would not have found him otherwise.
The cops were right there, and they missed it.
Five more minutes, he'd be dead.
How's she doing?
- She's in a fragile state.
Hypnotherapy, it isn't easy on the mind.
I'm not sure how she's going to handle this news.
- [ Sighs ] Maybe it'll jog her memory.
- Or traumatize her even more.
♪
- Can I see him?
- Not yet. He's still in surgery.
- But he's gonna be okay, right?
- Uh, he's in the best care.
But the most important thing now,
the best way that we can help Charlie
is to try to understand what happened.
- The whole thing... i-it's still so blurry.
I mean, who-- who would want to stab Charlie?
[ Police radio chatter ]
- Officers, what's going on?
- We recovered a bloody ice pick
from the alley near the hotel.
We believe it to be the weapon
used to assault Mr. Minton.
We have to take her in. - Wait. Wait. We need more time.
- We have to move her along. - He just got here.
- We still don't know what's causing her confusion,
what's causing her amnesia. - She is in no condition
to be moved. - Stay.
- You can't just...
[ Voices fading, sounds distorting ]
- Hey, we're just following protocol.
Come on, let's go. Come on, let's go.
- Look at her! - Don't make this more difficult.
Please. Come on.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa! - She's lip-smacking.
She's not responsive.
This is a seizure. - Get over here!
- She was just walking fine.
- Get her on her side. - Dr. Dang, we need--
- Lorazepam to break the seizure. On it.
- What kind of trick is this? - Either you start prepping an IV
or you back off-- pick one.
- Can you hear me? It's okay.
- Don't call me crazy! - Bridget! Calm down!
Calm down, Bridget!
- Bridget.
- [ Screaming ] - Bridget!
What are you doing? - [ Screaming incoherently ]
- Put it down! Bridget, no!
- [ Breathing heavily ]
[ Grunts ]
- Bridget.
- [ Weakly ] I remember.
I remember, I did it.
I tried to kill him.
- Bridget. Stay with me, Bridget.
- The seizure must've unlocked Bridget's memory.
- How's the groom?
- Trauma team's closing on the ex-lap now.
If he's got a shot, it's because of you.
You seem to have sobered up.
- Mm. [ Chuckles ]
- You're setting a great example for your interns.
- Thank you. I do like to show my peers
that I'm willing to do anything I can for my patients.
- I was being sarcastic.
- Oh. Sarcasm.
What Oscar Wilde called the lowest form of wit.
- Yet the highest form of intelligence.
- Alright, well, I don't think that's...
[ Machine beeping ]
Oh, she's got cerebral edema.
- No sign of trauma or tumor.
- The MRI rules out brain bleed or stroke.
- So we're likely dealing with a metabolic cause.
Do you think it's hepatic failure?
- No, her LFT's are normal.
And preserved synthetic function.
The last case of cerebral edema that took me by surprise
was an 18-year-old undergoing CAR-T protocol
for relapsed leukemia.
He was talking with his family at 8 p.m.
By midnight, his ventricles were too swollen
for an EVD. - Mine was liver failure.
They couldn't decide whether to list her for transplant.
- What happened?
- She died. Yours?
- Brain dead by morning.
♪
- [ Clears throat ] I'm sorry you had to see that.
Me and Portia, I mean. - Don't apologize to me.
Apologize to our patient.
You abandoned him to go play doctor in a closet.
- And I just apologized. Why are you always on my back?
- Just doing my job.
And yours. - [Groans lightly ]
- What I think you're doing is kissing up to Wolf.
- Well, at least I'm doing something for my patient.
- You're a try-hard.
Don't say anything if you agree.
[ Chuckles ] Two against one, try-hard.
- Yes. Yes, I am a try-hard.
It is my dream to be here since I was little,
not some fallback plan because I got hurt throwing a ball.
- Okay, you know what?
You do you over there, Doctor.
Keep running your tests.
I'll be over here, in this chair.
Because I practice medicine, not futility.
- Caring isn't futile, Jacob.
- [ Scoffs ]
- I can't believe Bridget stabbed me.
Did the drugs I gave her make her do it?
- No, not that we know of, but-- but we need your help, Charlie.
In the past weeks, have you noticed
anything out of the ordinary?
- She's been so stressed out,
planning this huge wedding,
trying to please everyone.
Especially me.
But that's Bridget. She has the biggest heart.
Always making everyone happy except herself.
She even went on this ridiculous diet
I wanted to try before the wedding.
- Um, what kind of diet?
- Low carbs, high protein, no sugar.
It was all too much.
I could tell... she was gonna break.
But then when we decided to elope,
it was like...
we were finally free.
[ Police radio chatter ]
- We need a private word with Charlie,
if you wouldn't mind.
- Uh, sure.
[ Indistinct announcement over P.A. ]
- Charlie, I'm Officer Stanley...
- [ Exhales shakily ]
- Hey, Ollie, have you seen my vending machine trick?
[ Bang ]
- Dr. Wolf?
I don't want to do this... [ Sighs ]
...but you know you're not supposed to be here.
Terminated doctors can't see patients
or be on hospital property. I'm sorry.
- I was just getting my son a treat.
[ Bang ]
♪
- Hey.
Anything revealing in Charlie's stuff?
- Just a rental tux and some breath mints.
- Dana, about tonight, I'm sorry.
I crossed a line.
Asking you what you're suppressing.
It's none of my business, and...
I was wrong to even assume.
- It's fine.
You were high.
Small price to save a life, right?
Oh, this might be something.
His vows.
"You are my pancake.
You smell like Vermont in the morning.
You have never been sweeter than you were these past few weeks."
Check it out.
- The syntax is atrocious.
Charlie...
He told us they changed their diets,
cut out sweets.
- The steak in their hotel room.
- "Vermont in the morning" evokes...
maple syrup, right?
- If you're saying what I think you're saying,
her tube feeds are currently killing her.
[ Dramatic music plays ]
♪
- Well, um, thanks to Dr. Dang and Dr. Markus,
we've identified that you have maple syrup urine syndrome.
It's a silly name, I know.
It's because of its signature symptom--
sweet-smelling urine.
It's a rare genetic disorder
which inhibits the body from breaking down protein,
particularly in times of stress.
- Like planning a wedding.
- It's also exacerbated by high protein consumption.
What couldn't be broken down turned into toxic chemicals
which accumulated in your brain, causing it to swell.
That's why you were so confused and even violent.
- How did I get this?
- No, you've had this your entire life.
It's just never caused a crisis until now.
The stress, the drugs, combined with your condition,
caused you to stab Charlie.
It was a perfect storm.
It's highly unlikely you ever would have
attacked him otherwise.
If gone untreated, this would have killed you.
What happened tonight saved your life.
I assume you want to see Charlie.
He's out of the O.R. and he's awake.
- Does he want to see me?
- From what he's told me, yes, he would like that very much.
The only reason that we were able to save you
is because he woke up in time.
He told us all about you.
Without him, we might not have diagnosed you in time.
- I stabbed him.
On our wedding night. He's never gonna forgive me.
I mean, how could he?
- Unfortunately, that's out of your control.
What is in your control...
is forgiving yourself.
♪
- What are you doing?
- I wanted to do something for him.
I couldn't think of any more tests, so...
I thought he could use a shave.
- He looks good.
- What do you think?
Should I give him a fade while I'm here?
- Maybe there's something else we can do for him
before he's relegated to long-term care.
Something different.
Imagine how long it's been since he's felt the breeze.
If he can even still feel the breeze.
- I know you've got a lot of impressive qualities.
But I didn't know "rule breaker" was one of them.
- Well, if there's one thing
I've learned from Dr. Wolf so far, it's that...
sometimes you have to bend the rules.
- Right.
I get why you try so hard.
Because you care so hard.
But you're a good doctor. You know that, right?
You don't have to prove it to anyone.
♪
- Seriously?
Did you seriously just cop a feel just now?
- W-What?! No!
I believe in consent.
♪
- His toe-- it's moving.
[ Chuckles lightly ]
- Are you ready?
- No.
He should hate me.
I hate me.
- You know...
Guilt can be so paralyzing.
But it can also be really activating if we let it.
It's driving you to ask for forgiveness.
- You know, if neurology doesn't work out,
you might have a future in marriage counseling.
- [ Laughing ]
No, I'm the farthest thing from an expert in romance, I promise.
- [ Laughs ]
- Wolf, can I talk to you?
- Excuse me one second. - Okay.
- What's up?
- [ Shakily ] There was a complication.
Charlie, um...
he re-bled.
They had to bring him back to surgery,
and he, uh...
He died.
[ Sniffles ]
I thought we saved them.
How are we supposed to tell her?
[ Crying ] I can't do it, Dr. Wolf. I'm sorry.
- Hey.
It's okay.
I'll do it.
♪
- I know this is a lot to take in.
- It doesn't make any sense, I understand--
how a person can be there one moment
and then just gone the next,
and how one night can alter the course of your entire life.
- [ Crying ]
- But when you leave here, I want you to remember one thing.
What happened last night was the result of a cascade of causes.
Your condition, the PCP. No one cause is to blame.
And neither are you, Bridget.
- But I am.
I killed him.
And I have to live with it.
Is this who I've always been,
someone who's capable of this violence?
- No one act defines who we are.
- There's no roadmap
for how to get through life after an act like this.
We all have a path designated for us, and you will find yours.
- And we'll help you.
- We'll ensure that all of your future treatments
take place here with us.
You will get through this.
- I just wish I could see him one more time.
And tell him I'm sorry.
[ Sobbing ]
♪
- [ Gasps ]
- I'll give you some privacy.
- No, please.
Please stay, Dr. Wolf.
[ Sobbing ]
Hi, baby. [ Sobs ]
♪
- In life, the hardest person to forgive isn't a loved one.
It isn't a friend or an enemy.
The hardest person we'll ever forgive,
if we find the strength and are lucky enough to have the time,
will always be ourself.
- I think that's everything.
Hey, don't tell your mom that I took the good coffee grinder.
So, what do you think about coming to live with me?
- I-I think...
it would be better if I live with Mom.
- Of course.
I understand, buddy.
I-I shouldn't have even asked you.
♪
- Oh, my God, what did she do?
- Let's just say she had a bad night.
- You had a long one yourself.
♪
- We thought you might be hungry.
[ Sighs ] Dad already yelled at me.
I'm sorry for breaking curfew, and it won't happen again.
- Thank you for apologizing.
Honey, your dad and I, we just worry about you.
We want to make sure you're safe.
But we can't do that if you don't talk to us.
- Yeah, but you guys don't talk to me.
- What does that mean?
- Nothing. Forget it. - No! Maya...
What is going on?
- You don't think I notice you guys always fighting?
Or how you stopped saying good morning to each other?
Or how Dad doesn't watch "Top Chef" with you anymore?
I already know, so just say it.
♪
- You're right.
And we're sorry.
We shouldn't keep things from you.
Come here.
♪
Your father and I are taking some time apart.
We love each other a lot.
But we have some things to figure out.
Maya, baby, we love you.
Always. More than anything.
- Then don't do this.
Please.
♪
- Well...
It's likely just a-a reflexive motion
related to muscle spasticity, uh,
which can happen to patients who are paralyzed.
But the passion that you two showed around this tonight,
that is what's necessary.
It doesn't always get us the result that we want, but...
we can't do what we do without it.
- What is it?
♪
- That's not a reflex.
- What?
- I don't think this man is in a coma.
He's in there. He's-- He's conscious.
Whatever you did worked.
It looks like you've given our patient a reason to stay.
[ Both chuckle ]
- To surviving our very own Red Wedding.
- Mm.
♪
Dana? - Mm?
- You good? - Yeah.
Just a crazy few hours.
Y'all... [ Clears throat ]
I love a night at the clurb as much as the next gal,
but, uh... Wolf went hard.
I saw him dance.
- Our Wolf? - [ Laughs ]
- The one that only listens to Bach?
- He can Bach that ass up on the dance floor.
[ Laughter ] Okay?
Would you like a visual? - No, no.
- Sometimes people can surprise you.
- [ Chuckles ]
- Do you want some syrup? - Yeah.
♪
- How did Maya take the news?
- Oh...
She's a 16-year-old girl
who already thought we were ruining her life, so...
how do you think she took it?
- Oof. It will get easier, I promise.
- Did it ever get easier for you?
- Mm, you want me to tell you the truth or make you feel better?
- [ Chuckles ]
Can't you do both?
Ugh, fine.
Be honest, I guess.
- My parents' divorce was messy.
When my mom asked my dad to move out, it...
...broke his heart.
But what I did...
Carol, I don't know if I can ever forgive myself.
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