Combat Hospital

This is flight deck. Prepare the cabin for Combat Descent into Kandahar.

Excuse me, Dr. Gordon.

I strongly urge you to get into your seat for landing.

I can't right now, I'll be out in... 2 minutes.

We're about to do a combat landing, ma'am.

We'll be flying an evasive pattern so we don't draw fire.

I know what a combat landing is. I read the manual.

Yes, ma'am. Did the manual say anything about passengers throwing up?

Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.

- Ok. - Commencing combat descend.

B.P. 100 over 80.

When did you eat last?

Any drugs you're taking?

Any allergies to medication?

Where are we? Am I gonna die?

You're at the Role 3 Hospital at Kandahar Airfield,

and you're gonna be fine.

Excuse me. Ma'am?

I'm looking for the Role 3 Multinatio--

Multinational Medical Unit. Yeah. Me, too.

Hi, I'm Bobby Trang.

Nice to meet you. Rebecca Gordon. Hi, Rebecca.

So one of us is walking the wrong way.

Uh, I just got directions,

and apparently, it is this way.

I'm sorry. I'm not familiar with Canadian ranks.

I'm a major and trauma surgeon. You?

Brand-new captain and a brand-new doctor.

Oh, excuse me.

Excuse me. Can you--

Lewis, take point!

That was weird.

So you're a major?

Is that you?

You get reception out here?

Damn it. Yeah, I got nothing-- no bars, no messages, nada.

You're not even gonna read them?

No. They're from my ex. He's turned into a stalker.

Excuse me for asking, but are you feeling okay?

I'm fine.

I'm fine.

I'm just tired. I don't sleep well on planes.

It's nothing that a solid eight hours of sleep won't cure.

How's it going, Simon?

Piece of cake, Colonel.

Any sign of our fresh meat?

Nice way to refer to your future colleagues.

Let's see how long they last.

We have to find them first. They're lost in transit.

Well, if they knew what was coming, they'd stay lost.

We need the manpower, Simon.

Really? I'd say we need more women.

Actually-- one of them is.

Oh, really? Now you're talking.

Well, I don't know what I was picturing,

but-- it wasn't this.

No. That's for sure.

I hope they have air conditioning.

Yeah, right? Whew.

Outpatient clinic is closed.

Just take a seat. We'll see you as soon as we can.

Oh, no. We're not sick. We're reporting for duty.

Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that you looked a little--

You know what? Never mind. We can use you.

We just had a rush. We're about to have another one.

Okay, listen, clean the blood off the floor

so that no one slips, okay?

Oh, you don't understand.

Um, we're doctors. What?

Does that mean we have to show you how to mop the floor?

No, no. I know how to mop a floor.

Great. I just think that may--

I'm going to reload these.

I guess we mop the floor. I guess so.

Okay, who left their damn bags

right in the middle of the floor? Sorry, sir. We just got in.

Uh-huh. Captain Trang. Yes, Major Gordon.

We were expecting you yesterday.

I got stuck in Dubai. I got stuck in Kabul.

Any updates? Dust-off 1-7's five minutes out, sir.

Dust-off 2-2 is right behind them with four on board,

no details, TOC's only getting every second word, sir.

Who are they? This is Major Gordon, Captain Trang, sir,

reporting for duty. We were expecting you yesterday.

Sorry, sir. We both, uh, got--

Don't tell me. Dubai.

You feeling all right?

Absolutely, sir. Yeah. I'm good to go.

All right. Follow me.

All right.

Now we got recovery and I.C.U. here.

Sorry we gotta put you to work the minute you get here,

but, you'll find this place very unlike anything--

you ever experienced before.

Now we go three O.R.s here.

The main ward's down the hall at the end.

Uh, actually, Colonel, um,

I trained at both Detroit receiving

and Miami General, and we could see,

four, five, -- I don't doubt it.

Even six-- we got mental health right here.

Down here's the central hallway.

And here--the U.S. Army used to call this the ready room.

I haven't been able to come up with another name.

The unready room, I call it.

Hey.

Well, hello.

This is Dr. Hill, our neurosurgeon.

Please, call me Simon.

I'm Rebecca. Hey, man. I'm Bobby.

Hello, Bobby.

You can change into your scrubs in there.

Just the shirt.

Now you can store your firearms in these lockers if you want to.

I wear mine because I'm always going in and out.

And besides, I like the constant reminder

that we're in a war zone.

Sir, two minutes out. New details?

Yes, sir.

So did they, uh, did they try to hand you a mop?

They didn't just try. They succeeded.

Oh, they tried that with me. They didn't get very far.

Let me tell you.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

You have emergency medicine training, right?

Yes, sir, but just the standard 3-month--

Good. You're trauma team leader, bay 4, all right?

Ready, sir.

Let's go. You, too, Simon. Right behind you, Colonel.

To be honest with you, sir, I've never been a T.T.L. before.

I like to think I'm a good diagnostician,

but you know your ABC's, don't you?

Airway, breathing, circulation. So you'll be fine.

Uh, I have tons of T.T.L. experience.

No, I want to leave you free for surgery.

Until then, stand by the red line in case someone needs your help.

All right. They're here. Let's go!

Bird landing any second!

All right. Trauma bay 4, doctor. This way.

All right, everyone. I'd like you to meet Dr. Bobby Trang.

This is Captain Pam Everwood, your nurse.

These are your med techs,

Larry Alexander and Christine Ezrin.

You okay? Yeah.

Don't worry about it. They got your back.

You're gonna need this. Okay, everyone, let's go!

G.C.S. 9, B.P. 100 over 40. Pulse 102.

Labored breathing. I.E.D. blast 5-0 minutes ago.

G.C.S. 9--should, uh,

should we tube him? Your call, Doctor.

Shallow breathing. I'm getting nothing on the right side.

Let's try some adrenaline. B.P. falling.

Okay. We'll tube him.

Can I get a-- B.P. falling. 75 over 20.

20 of etimodate and 100 of sux. Given.

Can I get a smaller tube?

Do you want more blood, Doctor? Yeah.

O neg. O-2 sat 93% and falling.

Damn it. Get in there. Blood pressure's dropping fast, doctor.

Get in there.

Want some help with that airway, doctor?

Yes, please, sir.

Stylet out.

It's in the right place. Bag him.

Shallow on the left. Still nothing on the right.

Chest tube.

That got it. I'm getting bilateral breath sounds now.

O-2 sat 95% and rising.

Do you want to get him to the O.R., sir?

Doctor, what would you like?

Whatever you say, sir.

No, don't get up just yet, son.

I'm Commander Royal, your nurse.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Do I-- Yeah, you've got your arms and your legs,

and everything you had yesterday,

including some ugly looking plastic tubes

sticking out of your chest,

which we gotta keep in for a few more days.

Mm. Yeah, your ribs are gonna be sore for a bit, so--

you in any pain at all? No, sir. Not really.

Well, you speak up if there's anything that you need.

Anything at all.

Welcome back, soldier.

I'm Dr. Marks. You missed your C.O. by half an hour.

He left you a purple heart.

Your unit chaplain's got a satellite phone so you could call home.

Your buddies are in the waiting room.

Thank you, sirs, both of you.

You don't have to thank us.

We're just the guys that get to give you the good news.

Aha. There you are. I have your orientation packets.

They have your room assignments and your keys.

I also had your bags sent over already.

You are to wear these at all times.

The code 9-1-1 means drop whatever it is you're doing

and get here quick. Beepers in 2006?

Old-fashioned, but reliable.

Which reminds me, Major, you got a personal e-mail message