The Harvest

Strike them out.

You can do it, baby.

Alright, keep your eye on the ball.

- Strike!

- Good job.

Let's go. You got that.

Griffin, let's go.

Stay focused. Eyes on the batter.

- Watch the batter.

- Fielders get ready.

Look straight, hon.

- Strike 2!

- Yeah, nice goin'.

You got it.

Good job, Bobby. Good job.

Right over the plate. There you go.

One more. Come on.

You got it.

- Bobby?

- Please, let me through. I'm his mom.

Let me through.

Bobby? Please go call

an ambulance. Please.

Bobby, you need to breathe.

Please breathe. Please just...

- How are his vitals?

- He's crashing.

Your son is going to be okay.

Thank you, Dr. Young.

Thank you for savin' my boy.

Is no longer available

to take your call.

- Baby?

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

Did you get out of bed?

A bird was eating my corn and I...

I had to scare it off.

Breathe for me. Deep breath.

And again.

I don't like how you sound.

Hey.

Can I just say I hate doctors?

This guy today, made me wait

for over an hour to sign off on my samples

and then acts like I'm wasting his time.

What's the difference

between God and a doctor?

I don't know. What?

God doesn't think he's a doctor.

So...

how's he feeling?

He's tough, but he's getting weaker.

What's the plan?

She's got him

on this new medicine regimen.

That's why I've been

bothering you so much.

It's no bother.

I like coming here to see you.

I just wanna help you get through this.

It kills me to see him...

sitting there in that little room

while his life passes him by.

Better?

I'm still a little tired

but I feel... I feel fine.

Get some rest.

Is he having any seizures?

You know, because this is...

She's got his treatment plan

all worked out.

Okay. I'm sure she does. But...

this is an adult dosage,

so please be very careful.

Well, thanks for doing this.

It takes a lot of pressure off of me.

Your welcome.

I just am happy to help you.

Help... help your son.

And destroy the box bottoms

if you could.

They have the lot numbers on 'em

that can trace back to me.

I'll be in the city soon,

so I'll give you a call.

Okay.

Come on, honey. We're here.

Maryann, wake up. We're home.

- You're gonna hurt your back.

- No. I got this.

Damn.

I guess she does take after her father.

I hope not. I don't think I have

enough energy for that.

We ordered you a new mattress.

It'll be here soon.

When are my friends being shipped here?

Oh, yeah, your friends.

Well, there's not a lot

of room here for them.

We left the computer however.

You start school on Monday.

You're gonna meet

a whole bunch of new friends.

I liked my old friends.

I'll go get the rest of your stuff

from the back of the car.

We know it's hard.

We miss your parents too.

Keep your bones strong.

I'm sorry, it took longer

than I expected.

Well, wash up. We're ready to eat.

Andy, your napkin.

Sorry. Excuse me.

It's the hospital.

Hello?

Hi.

- Where'd you go today?

- I had to meet up with an old friend.

- Someone you used to work with?

- Yeah.

- Another nurse?

- Yeah. Something like that.

- What did you do? Homework?

- Mom didn't think I was feeling up to it.

She gave me a pass.

So I know she won't flunk me.

I wouldn't put it past her.

Don't repeat that.

You'll get me in trouble.

- I have to pee.

- You need help?

No.

- Where'd he go?

- Bathroom.

Alone?

He'll be fine.

What took you so long anyway?

Sandra was like...

She gave us a good amount, though.

It should last a while.

Well, we'll see, because I had

to increase his dosage again today.

- She said to watch how much you give him.

- I don't need advice from a drug rep.

- She was just...

- She's just what?

Now, you tell her

I've got it under control.

I'm the doctor.

Mom!

Mom!

I'm sorry.

- I lost my balance.

- It's okay.

Looks like the bleeding stopped.

Alright, Andy.

This is gonna sting, okay?

You're in my light.

- Do you feel that?

- Yeah.

- You want more cream?

- No, no. I'm okay.

I'm sorry he let you go alone.

It was my idea.

I wanted to go alone...

'cause I need to build my strength up.

Okay.

We're all done here.

Alright, you can clean him up.

Will I be able to go outside

and play catch?

I don't think so. No.

Dad promised.

Well, that was before he let you

crack your head open.

I'm going to get you

some antibiotics, okay?

Congratulations on your first set

of stitches.

It wasn't that bad.

Maryann, don't go too far.

I'm fixing lunch.

- Did you get everything?

- Whatever was on the list.

- You didn't even check on him.

- How could I? I just walked in.

- He had a bad morning.

- What happened?

- He couldn't breathe.

- Well, that's a side effect of the dosage.

- No, I want to stay aggressive.

- Oh, dammit!

Why are you mad at me?

You undermine everything I say.

I really don't understand you sometimes.

You keep pushing me away,

and I'm all you've got.

I'm sorry.

I just... I just want him to get better.

I know.

Me too.

How is your head?

It doesn't hurt now. I'm just tired.

- You've played enough for today.

- Just one more inning left.

- You two okay?

- We're fine.

- Andy, you need anything?

- No.

Sleeve.

Look at me.

This will make you feel a lot better.

Okay?

You had a long sleep.

I'm still tired.

Getting better takes a lot out of you.

Can I go outside today?

You have enough stitches in your head.

- I have to go out.

- Okay.

But later on...

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