Saving Hope

Look. There are his feet and there's his head.

They're exactly where they should be for 22 weeks.

Two babies. Gonna be a handful.

Two handfuls, actually.

Okay.

Now it's time to leave the good stuff.

You've been having increased pain and vomiting?

Yeah. This morning I could barely stand up.

All right. Let's have a look at the tumor.

Tumor is mid-sigmoid.

Proximal sigmoid looks free.

What?

The trick is to get it out without disturbing the uterus.

But we can do it.

You're enjoying that sound.

Yeah, I'm addicted.

Dr. Kalfas hooks me up every time.

That's nice.

Sorry I'm late and sweaty. The game went extra innings.

Hey. You are... you must be the lucky dad.

He's my doctor.

- Jason Kalfas. - Maggie Lin.

- You're an O.B.? - Mm-hmm.

No way. Baseball jersey threw me off.

- Can we talk for a sec? - Yeah.

Okay.

It's a clean cancer, but it's still cancer.

The tumor's grown significantly in the last two weeks,

and she's starting to show signs of bowel obstruction.

We can deliver those babies in less than two months.

Are you sure we can't wait?

We should operate today.

Since this is an emergency procedure,

I can get an O.R. in an hour.

What's your approach?

Normally, I'd do an extensive node-clearing excision.

But in this case, our objective is get the tumor out

and take a limited resection.

In and out as fast as possible?

Absolutely.

If you don't mind, I think I'll stick around.

Sure. You might want to hit the showers first, jeter.

Okay. You didn't find that weird?

What?

He is an obstetrician/gynecologist.

What woman would want

a drop-dead gorgeous man like that

staring between her legs?

You know what I mean.

I need to book an O.R.

Could you talk to Dr. Kalfas about Carrie's prenatal history?

Charlie and I are supposed to have a quick lunch.

Sure. Leave me alone with the good-looking O.B.

See if I care.

We only have a half an hour.

That's enough.

So, what were you guys talking about this morning?

Who?

- Get out of here. - Sorry.

Um... uh... does...

You and my brother.

You were very secretive when I walked in on you this morning.

It was nothing. Um...

We'll talk about that later.

Aah.

What's wrong?

Um, nothing. I just... I remembered something.

What did you remember?

Nothing.

That always seems to be an answer with you lately.

Well, some things you don't want to know.

If Luke's in trouble, I need to know.

I didn't say he was in trouble.

- I said that... - Well, what is it?

Come on. We only got a couple minutes.

- Let's just... - No, no, no, no.

Not until you tell me.

I handed him his jacket this morning,

and a bottle of pills fell out.

What kind of pills?

It was vicodin.

He said they weren't his, but...

He's a liar.

Alex, he's already scared enough of me as it is.

Why don't you just wait a couple days,

and maybe he'll tell you himself?

Yeah, right. Come on, Luke. Answer the phone.

Weren't we in the middle of something fun here?

The fun has coded.

You pissed?

You think?

You're pissed.

Luke! You should wait for the cops!

Hey.

You gotta talk to me, man. You gotta tell me your name.

Craig.

What's up, Craig? How you doing?

Who's calling you?

I don't know. It's my... sister.

I'm gonna call her back.

Luke, I thought you were working your program,

which does not include carrying around a bottle of downers.

Did you think he wouldn't tell me?

I'm going to call until you answer,

and then I'm going to yell.

This job was it.

It was all I had, and then they canned me.

Okay.

Hey.

Craig, who needs this job, you know?

Let me ask you something...

Are you familiar with the, uh, principles of LD50?

No.

No? Okay. Well, I'm gonna tell you.

LD50 is a dose of a toxin

that'll kill 50% of a tested population.

Now we're up, what, 40 feet?

That's LD50 for a fall.

Do you know what that means, Craig? Craig, that means

you only have a 50% chance of dying.

Understand that?

- I'll take those odds. - You sure about that?

Because if you don't die, Craig, do you know what happens?

I'm gonna tell you.

You're gonna break your neck,

you're gonna break your back, okay?

Massive internal injuries.

I'm gonna go down there, I'm gonna throw you on a stretcher,

I'm gonna take you to the hospital,

and they're gonna save you, Craig.

Just so you can spend the rest of your life

in a wheelchair, sucking food through a straw.

Is that what you want, Craig?

That's not what you want.

You don't want that.

- Right? - I don't know...

Okay. Okay.

You're not high enough, pal.

You understand?

So let's go down. Let's think about it.

You might change your mind.

And if you still want to go for it,

we can just find you a higher spot, all right?

You're not high enough.

Come on.

- All right. - Yeah.

All right. Good. Go slow. Go slow.

Stay still.

Okay. This is not funny, Luke.

I'm heading into surgery now.

I'll be out in a couple of hours, so call me.

Don't move!

Luke, don't move!

Aah.

Aah!

- Any vitals? - No, man, he's V.S.A.

You gotta let me dress your wound.

Listen to me.

I need a bone doctor. It's a segmental fracture, okay?

We gotta get you stabilized first,

- and then we can discuss... - Clayton, shut up!

Look. This is my bone.

What do you want me to do?

I need you to call someone, okay?

Okay.

- Zach, you busy? - No, what's up?

- Let's move. - What's going on?

Got a 40-foot fall. Leg impalement.

Fracture of the proximal femur.

Multiple abrasions. That's just for starters.

- And you know this how? - 'Cause I took the call.

It's Luke Reid.

There you are. I've been looking for you. I need to talk.

Uh, sorry. I got group session in one minute.

- I gotta run. - Please? It's important.

Come find me after?

- I'm feeling weird. - Okay.

Hmm.

You're eating your cup.

Oh, sorry. I-I'm hungry, I guess.

Oh. Maybe we should grab some lunch after the surgery, then.

Um, I... I have a boyfriend.

No, I didn't mean it that way.

He's handsome, too...

in a different way than you.

Okay.

Carrie. Hi. You ready?

My babies are gonna be okay, right?

Yes. But during the surgery, my priority will be you.

I'm a 42-year-old pregnant single woman

with bowel cancer.

Operable, garden-variety bowel cancer.

You're lucky.

No, what I am is terrified.

I'll be lucky if I come out of this surgery

with both babies, and the cancer gone.

And any other story is a tragedy.

This is a straightforward procedure

with a very high recovery rate.

Hello.