Saving Hope

(wristwatch jingles)

No, no, no, no, no. No.

What? (pushing button)

Oh, come on.

Come on.

Hello?! (pounds on door)

There's somebody in here!

Hello!

There's somebody in the elevator!

Somebody? Can anybody hear me?!

Hello?!

(whispers) Okay. (exhales sharply)

Okay.

- Hey. - Hi.

You okay?

Stupid elevator.

But you're fine?

Oh. Nothing like some histrionics in the morning

to get the blood pumping.

The Alex I know doesn't get hysterical.

The Alex you don't know does.

There's an Alex I don't know?

I'm being paged. See you later.

Okay. (cell phone buzzes)

I'm not following you.

Mm... yeah, I'm following you.

Ah. I need you both in the E.R.

Level one center in sudbury

has been slammed with a mine collapse,

and we're getting their spillover.

A couple has been attacked by a bear.

We're gonna need ortho and general.

Any word on their condition?

Well, it was a bear attack, so I'm assuming

that bones were broken, guts were chomped.

- E.T.A.? - En route from the island airport.

- Okay. - Wait!

Are you two weird working together?

- No. - We're fine.

Okay. Good.

(exhales deeply)

I'm really sorry. I paged her three times.

It's not your fault.

She's normally very prompt.

The second appointment in a row.

I know. Uh... the... there must be some explanation.

I...

See the ball game last night?

I was, uh, delivering premature twins.

Look, I gotta go.

But could you just have her call my office?

- We'll reschedule. - I'm really sorry.

Yeah. I... I just...

Again, I'm really very sorry.

So...

How are... how are you?

How's the hotel?

It's a hotel.

Good. Good.

I paid all the parking tickets.

Did you pay mine as well?

Yeah. It was kind of hard to tell whose was what,

so I just, mm, paid 'em all.

Well, you didn't need to.

It's-it's okay.

- It's no big deal. - No, I... I'll give you money.

Alex.

Well, I've been avoiding doing all of those things.

You know, just switching over the names on the bills,

and... (mouths word)

Yeah, I guess that's not the best part.

Is there a best part?

Sorry.

Force of habit. (siren wailing in distance)

Go time.

Yep. (sighs)

- I'm paying those parking tickets. - Ugh.

Meet Wayne Power, 48, G.C.S. at 15,

heart rate 120, B.P. 100/75.

Lacerations to the face and left upper extremities.

Some scratches you got there, Wayne.

I'm fine. Take care of her.

- Abigail! - She's way worse than he is.

Unresponsive, needs immediate attention.

G.C.S. is 3.

- What have we got? - Head trauma,

injuries to the chest and abdomen.

She's in hypovolemic shock.

Pulse 140, G.C.S. 3.

- Grey Turner's sign. - Yeah, makes sense.

Blunt force trauma leads to internal hemorrhaging.

Is she gonna be okay?

- I'm gonna do a F.A.S.T. - All right, let's get central lines insert,

flooding her with everything.

Get her a tetanus booster and an I.V. of antibiotics.

What happened to her, Wayne?

She was in the garden, and I heard her scream.

You gotta make her okay.

They're gonna do everything they can, all right?

Just sit back, please.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Claw marks.

Lacerations to the bone.

It doesn't look arterial.

It was a huge black bear.

She was running towards the cabin

when it knocked her down with one swipe.

It was gonna crush her head,

and I went out and started beating on it with a pitchfork.

We need to get them up to imaging.

Food in the abdomen. Let's get her to the O.R.

No, no! No! Abigail! (wheels clacking)

- Just let 'em do their job, Wayne, let 'em go. - Please, please.

This is all my fault.

I screwed up. Abigail!

Abigail, honey, I'm sorry!

I'm so sorry.

Charlie, are you okay?

Yeah.

Okay, Wayne, you've got an ipsilateral fracture

of the clavicle and scapular neck...

otherwise known as floating shoulder.

You know what, doc? I don't care.

When can I see Abigail?

Um, well, she's going to be busy in surgery

for a while, but when she's done,

- I can let you know. - It's all my fault.

I mean, Abigail's from the city.

She's only out there because of me.

I was supposed to be protecting her.

Listen, um, I understand that you feel responsible.

But, um...

a little difficult seeing

something like that coming, right?

I don't blame the bear. I blame myself.

If you corner an animal, it's just gonna defend itself.

That's just the chance you take when you live in the bush.

So why live in the bush?

We like our privacy.

Society likes to get in the way of happiness.

There are worse things than bears out there.

Yeah, I heard that.

Victor tells me you're backing out of the surgery again.

I can't do it, doc.

Kai, this is the third time you've done this.

You came to me, you begged me.

You said this time you were absolutely certain about it.

- Yeah. - So I booked an O.R. for the next five hours.

I've got a surgical team of six,

including one of the country's top neurosurgeons. (sighs)

Do you know how many people are waiting for surgeries?

I know. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry I'm letting you down.

I just don't understand why you're coming here

if you don't want the surgery.

- Well, it's an elective surgery... - That was last year.

Let's check out your lung function. Come on.

- I should go. - What, you have other plans?

- No, but... - Get in, please.

Look, whether or not I'm getting the surgery

- is going to be up to me, not some test. - Right. Fine.

If you want to decide based on facts,

let's... just breathe for me. (types)

(computer beeps)

Have you at least been doing more exercise

like we discussed?

I meditate eight hours a day.

Well, the last time I checked, being is not the same as doing.

And blow.

Don't knock meditation.

I'm not knocking your wonderful meditation.

I'm not kidding you.

Before I learned it, I was maxed out on oxy

just to deal with the back pain.

- Blow harder! - I hate hospitals.

Well, hospitals aren't too crazy about you either,

but you keep coming back here...

and booking that same operation.

Blow again. (blows air, whooshes)

(indistinct conversations, telephone ringing)

Hey, Maggie!

Hey!

Why haven't you answered my pages?

I was busy, I guess. Sorry.

You missed another appointment with Dr. Kalfas.

Ooh, rats. Um, I forgot.

Um, I have surgery,

But we'll talk about it later, okay?

- Are you avoiding Dr. Kalfas? - No.

But I was thinking, try a different obstetrician,