Autopsy Page #2

The glass didn't pierce his lung after all.

Thank God.

I do have a few questions.

Sure.

Where is he?

Who?

Your friend.

I need all my little ducks here for triage.

I think he went to the bathroom.

Do you happen to know if Bobby

has any immunosuppressive disorders

such as lupus, Graves', vasculitis?

Has he ever mentioned anything like that?

No. But what does that

have to do with his injury?

Well, it's a complicated medical issue.

I don't really have time to go over

every little detail.

I did go to medical school.

Wonderful.

When did you graduate?

I didn't.

I dropped out after my first year.

That's a shame.

Well, I'm sure you'll be going

back to school soon.

No, I don't think so.

Well, I wouldn't be too sure, Emily.

As my wife always tells me,

I didn't choose medicine,

medicine chose me.

Now, if you go to the lobby...

Wait. Can I see Bobby first?

No. The nurse will contact you

if I have any more questions.

Please.

I'd really like to see him.

The nurse will contact you

if I have any more questions.

It's Scott. I found him.

You know, Dr. Benway really hates it

when people wander off in his hospital.

We can go with medicinal purposes, right?

You know, running security

in this place is a full-time job.

Think I don't have better things to do

than locate burn-outs in bathrooms?

Burn-outs. Got it.

Well, let me just get rid of this.

Yeah, I suggest you do that

immediately because...

...I can get you something a lot better.

Do you know where

the patient recovery room is?

That sounds nice.

Are you okay?

Do you want me to get a nurse

or a doctor, someone to help you?

What makes you think

they're here to help?

You want one of my sisters, too?

And I have six of them.

- Wow.

- Yes, and I'm the baby,

so everyone spoiled me rotten.

Yes?

Room 3. Right away.

Excuse me.

Dmitri Osipov, they're ready for you.

Room 3, third floor.

I'll wait for her girlfriend to come back

so she's not alone.

I'm sorry.

You have to go right away.

We run a very tight ship here, I'm afraid.

It's okay, Dmitri.

I'll be fine.

It's nothing, right?

Sure.

I'll see you later.

Well, look at what we got here.

The promised land.

Go ahead and pick your poison.

There's this new synthetic

morphine derivative that's the sh*t, bro.

It's primo.

What would you like?

What do you have?

Hello?

Is that nitrous?

Yeah, my college roommate was into this.

Not in here, bro.

That sh*t is flammable.

Okay. Relax.

I wasn't gonna turn it on.

Okay.

Okay. All right.

How about a couple of barbiturates?

Strong enough to stop a f***ing rhino?

You got any antibiotics?

I just brought you to chemical Disneyland,

and you want a f***ing antibiotic?

This guy bled in my mouth.

That's f***ed up.

Did you ask him to?

Look, I gotta split.

Go ahead and...

- You go ahead and pick your poison.

- Thank you.

What's this?

Nope. You don't want

to mess with these babies.

These haven't even been submitted

to the FDA for approval yet.

- Is that so?

- Yeah.

Doc used to work

for Zidexx Pharmaceuticals.

He gets us all the good sh*t, man.

- You tried those?

- Sure, yeah. It's good.

Take care.

Amen. Follow me.

Doctor?

This is bullshit.

- Bobby?

- Emil...

Bobby.

Emily.

- Sorry.

- What are you doing here?

I have been looking all over for you.

Dr. Benway told me

he gave you specific instructions.

I'm just trying to find my boyfriend.

I want to be there when...

You have to stop worrying

about your boyfriend

and start worrying about yourself.

- Really...

- You need to be checked out as well.

- I'm fine.

- You have been in an accident,

young lady,

and whether you like it or not,

once you come through our doors,

it is our medical and legal responsibility

to assess your condition.

I'm seriously fine.

Now, please take a seat,

and Dr. Benway will be with you shortly.

Don't worry, son.

I set up a nice lounge in here.

You know, couches, plasma screen TV.

It's where I like to chill

when I've sampled the merchandise.

- Yeah, all right.

- Yeah.

Mi casa es su casa, bro.

Check it out.

What... Are you kidding me? Hey!

Hey, come on, man.

This ain't funny.

Hey, come on, man.

I just dropped this f***in' thing.

- Don't leave me! Please!

- It's Scott.

- Listen.

- Motherf***er!

Open the f***in' door!

Open the f***in'... I swear to God!

Open the door!

Yeah. I got him.

Jesus Christ.

Doctor.

Am I going to be okay?

I don't think so.

Get the f*** outta here.

Hello?

Help me.

Help me.

Hello?

Who is this?

Do you need a nurse?

Do you need help?

No.

Impressed?

I'm not nearly as vain as it looks.

All these awards and compensation

are really a means to an end.

This hard work has allowed me

to move down here

and open this clinic for people

who really need the help.

How's Bobby doing?

I had to remove one last glass fragment

from his left pectoral.

- Yeah?

- He's fine.

Have a seat.

I understand you hit your head

in the accident?

It's nothing serious.

Well, I'll be the judge of that.

- Gonna look in your eyes.

- Okay.

Tilt your head back, please.

Can you open your mouth?

Say "Ahh."

Looks fine.

So, why did you leave medical school?

I was hardly ever there.

I think I got about as far as,

"First, do no harm."

Bet your parents wanted you

to be a doctor.

Actually, my dad died

about a month ago from bone cancer.

So...

Yeah.

Family illness can be one of the great

life-altering experiences.

- Yep.

- No doubt about it.

I'm sorry.

That's all the more reason

for you to go back

to medical school, though, isn't it?

No. I don't think so.

- Breathe deeply.

- Okay.

I know what it's like, you know,

to have a loved one suffering.

My wife became ill last year.

Her doctors diagnosed her

with terminal cancer.

Traditional medicine didn't work.

- I'm sorry. Did she...

- No, no.

Now with an experimental treatment,

she's actually making an amazing recovery.

- Miraculous, really.

- That's great.

- We're going to Italy in a month.

- Really?

Yes. L... I couldn't imagine

what would happen if I had lost her.

Yeah.

Take off your shirt, please.

Yeah.

Keep your face towards the door,

your back to me.

Bring your knees to your chest.

The fetal position.

Okay.

Is that good?

Yes. It's fine, thank you.

What are we doing?

A lumbar puncture.

We need to check

your spinal fluid for blood,

see if you had an aneurysm

with that head trauma.

Shouldn't I just be having a CT scan?

No, no, no.

A CT scan isn't necessary.

But you see? You can't shake

the instincts of a doctor.

You really do have it in your blood.

No pun intended.

Now, this is gonna pinch a little bit.

Don't move.

You don't want this needle

ripping through your spinal cord, do you?

That...

That f***ing hurts.

Oh, my God.

There's no need for such

coarse language, young lady.

Perfect.

You can get dressed now.

So, have you talked to Bobby's parents?

They really should know what's going on.

I talked to them a half an hour ago,

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