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No.

What about here?

No.

All right.

Can you wiggle your

fingers for me?

And your toes?

Your body's in shock.

The body has a

tendency to shut down,

so we immobilized your neck

to protect your spine, OK?

You on any meds?

Heart condition?

[inaudible] Stay with me, buddy.

Hey, you have any allergies?

PHOEBE:
Antibiotics.

It starts with a C. Sh*t.

One, two, three.

I got him.

Whoa.

All right.

Is there anyone

else we can contact

about other health information?

Relatives?

There's his mom.

All right, you wanna call her?

Bad idea.

PHOEBE:
She's not

very good at crisis.

JONES:
Neither is mine.

All right.

All right, you guys.

All right.

Three, one, two.

Let's step out.

Three.

One, two, three.

Could you move?

Let me do my job.

You do yours.

Got forensics on the way.

I got you.

Ready.

All right.

Pick it up, pick it up.

Careful.

I wanna go with him.

Can I stay with him?

Get in.

Over there.

Unit 52, go for St. Joseph's.

[radio chatter]

Patient is a caucasian male,

GSW, entry point at chest,

exit point the whole back.

You got that?

Possible internal bleeding.

I said, you got it?

MAN (ON RADIO):
Got it.

[inaudible]

JONES:
96 over 7.

GARCIA:
96 over 70.

Limited movement in

lower extremities.

Good movement in upper.

[radio chatter]

Hang in there.

[siren wailing]

[grunting]

I need more air.

All right, we'll

take care of it, buddy.

We're gonna try to relieve

the pressure from your chest,

all right?

[grunting]

There we go.

[screaming]

There you go.

Vital signs show

some decompression.

Any better, Mark?

Yeah.

I really got shot, didn't I?

I'm not dreaming.

Where you taking him?

MEDIC:
St. Joseph's.

My back.

My back hurts a lot.

Can't you give him something?

Yeah, we got

something for that.

Thank you.

Saline injection

begun with IV drip.

Two liters saline fusion.

Oxygen being administered

out with 100% non-rebreather.

02 level at 95.

[radio chatter]

JONES:
BP sitting at 90 over 64.

I'm not gonna die, right?

Not on my watch.

Let's get another one.

GARCIA:
Got it.

Have you taken any medications

in the past 12 hours?

Mm-mm.

GARCIA:
Any access to EDMs?

Huh?

GARCIA:
Sex drugs.

Viagra, Cialis,

that type of thing.

Why?

You want some?

JONES:
What's that?

The answer is no.

No time for fun.

[siren wailing]

Hey, you mind driving

a little smoother?

[groaning]

DRIVER:
Don't blame me, man.

It's the road's fault.

How's it coming, Garcia?

Fine, but the driver

isn't making it any easier.

My mom's a better driver

than you, and she's dead.

DRIVER:
Tell you what, how

about I just pull over,

and you can walk the

rest of way, huh?

Hey, you know what?

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