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Don't worry about me. Don't worry about me, okay?

Well, just, like, imagine that it's a parking-lot barbecue.

Listen, your mom is right. Usually.

if there's less bleeding, okay?

so you know what?

- Like Cleopatra. - Exactly.

You need to be lying down, Stephanie.

No, and don't... don't go thinking

I don't believe that

so we're maintaining security at the exits,

For God's sake, I'm not a "ma'am."

We have a multiple-alarm fire on floors five and six,

I told Minnick to tell the police that she was missing.

So, if you see him...

- No. - Don't do that. Don't apologize.

and the sterile gowns,

Edwards, you all right?!

- She's with him somewhere. - What?

Her BP's steady, sats are 96.

You keep your face low

Being sliced open and gutted would be better than this.

It only affected a few floors, and they have got it covered.

CCU patient, one-day status post.

That son of a bitch does not get to cost this girl her leg.

Okay. Wait. Are... Are you okay?

Is that my card?

I don't need any help!

My daughter. Erin. She's missing again.

Good. I'm glad to hear it.

- I was trying to save Edwards! - Don't yell at her.

I was midway through a lobectomy when the alarm went off.

All right, okay.

I yelled at Jackson when I shouldn't have...

You have. You... You taught me how...

You got her back, Edwards.

Yeah, you're gonna have your own personal escort.

until I figure out how to fix your leg.

Can I borrow your... your light?

Just take a minute.

Okay. Look, no, we gotta get you out of this hallway.

High alert in progress, sir. I need to see some I.D.

and... and breathe... and breathe...

- Stephanie, come back. - Come back.