06x10 - No Chemo, Sabe?

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Moving a tad slow, Daniel.

Maybe you should have a little sugar with
your cream of wheat.

This morning I had Maypole.

And hot cereal has nothing to do with my languor.

Well, at least Catherine makes you breakfast.

If I want Ellen to cook for me,
I have to eat in the cafeteria.

Ellen's done an exceptional job spicing up
the hospital food.

Yeah, well, I still think there's someone
in the kitchen with Dinah.

Stop speculating about your ex.

She's not my ex.

Yet.

John Gideon is smiling too much lately.

Well, give it a break, at least while Ellen's away.

I assume you'll be there for Mr. Spooner's big moment.

Your artificial heart recipient can walk
down the CCU corridor without my sanction.

What's with you, anyway?

Ever since I returned to St. Eligius,
stripped of my title as chief of services, I felt useless.

Here you are, exploring new medical
horizons, implanting the Craig 9000,

medicine, and I'm pouring tea and patting hands.

What's more, this morning I'm starting
another cycle of chemo.

You know, Daniel, maybe
you should have bowed out gracefully after the records ball.

Thanks for the kind word.

Well, at least be grateful for what Donald did.

Please.

Gideon wanted you to retire, but Donald
wouldn't hear of it.

So Donald gave him an ultimatum.

Either they brought you back or he walked.

I never knew.

After you.

I'll take the stairs.

Carl and me never been in charge of the lobby before.

Nope, never.

Yep, well, when it comes to decking the
halls, I know where to hang my ba*ls.

And pencil.

Pretty, huh?

What the holidays are all about.

First an artificial heart, now an artificial tree.

Where's the humanity in this corporation?

By the way, I appreciate you guys letting me help.

Ah, it's no problem.

Time really drags in a hospital.

Lying in bed, waiting.

Sometimes you can feel your whole life slipping away.

How long you been a patient?

About an hour.

Excuse me.

Good God.

A Christmas angel.

Um, I could really use some help stringing these.

Uh, sorry, I'm late for rounds.

We could really make this place look like Christmas.

I have an idea.

I'm in love.

Oh yeah?

With who?

That girl.

Fantasy bathroom, My hair already started falling out.

Ah, you were such a beautiful boy.

Lower Fenice, And I watch my first W.C.

Fields movie under this bed.

Got spanked in here.

We never hit.

Hard.

I can't imagine anyone else living in our home.

Oh, honey, you're away now, and your
sister Rhonda's off Globetrotting.

Your father and I have been looking
forward to retire to Boca Raton for years.

I love playing with these.

When you were six years old, you built a
miniature city, and then you decided

someone should live in it, so you invited
the aunts from your aunt's farm.

Seemed logical at the time.

You infested the entire house, the beds, the clothes,
the kitchen cabinets.

And it's your father thought you'd gone crazy.

You know, he said we should come by soon.

Well, it's important that we help him
admit he had a stroke.

Please.

Last August, when your father broke his
ankle, he insisted it was a muscle cramp,

even though the whole foot blew up like a balloon.

He's glad you're here.

He said that?

No, but he is.

And so am I.

Come on, let's go to the hospital.

Was that me?

No, me.

How could you even consider throwing this out?

First it was Dr. Chandler, and he gets
sent to Missouri for management training.

Next is Dr. Fiscus, and he gets kicked
through the uprights by Gideon.

I know, suspended for goofy-gluing the CEO
inside his office.

I was there, it was great.

Morrison, telephone out.

Hello.

Yeah, uh, yeah, this is Dr. Logan,
but, uh, that's not my name.

Well, what I mean is, yeah, that was my
picture in the newspaper.

Well, what are your symptoms, Lucy, babe?

Excuse me.

I'm in a bind here.

Don't chug a glass of Metamucil.

Are you washing our delicates in hot, warm, or cold, huh?

Mine, I do in the sink.

Yours, I send out to be steam clean.

You want me to help you with your clinical
research project.

What do you say?

Yes.

Well, I'm glad to help.

You're welcome.

Third floor, nurse's station.

Logan!

Maybe we should get to your own teen line.

Hello.

Yeah, this is he, but look, that's not my name.

Victor?

Yeah, I know, it's time to take Spooner for a spin.

Need a skosh more room?

My nearsighted husband was in a mad dash this morning.

Hey, let's not air our laundry, okay?

I happen to snag a pair of my jockey shorts instead of his.

Cute butt though, huh?

Ehrlich?

Wade?

How was Mr. Spooner's BP this morning?



Excellent.

Temperature down?

Broke 100 last night.

This golf game shouldn't be so good.

You two are quiet.

Whatever you say.

Meaning?

Nothing, sir.

Dr. Craig, sir, who popped you in the eye?

None of your beeswax.

You remember the home office's publicity
photographer, Mike Kahn?

I'm here to record Mr. Spooner's
history-making stroll with the Craig 9000.

Ah, morning, Mrs. Spooner.

How's your husband?

Miserable, ticked off, and absolutely
refusing to take a single step.

Hello, Donald.

I know you're not much for talking on the
phone, and I'm not one for writing

letters, so I thought this might serve as a compromise.

Randomized.

No, I'm not sure where to begin.

Today's one of those days I'd come into your office.

You'd be slightly annoyed, but you would
put your work aside for me anyway.

Come.

Daniel, I've been thinking I'm thinking
about our discussion yesterday.

I still believe the best method for
treating your liver cancer would be a drug infusion pump.

Placement of the pump requires surgery.

Yes, but once the device is operational, it
will deliver a constant low toxicity form of chemotherapy.

That method is still unproven.

I don't know what more I can do.

Since reviewing your records, I've
offered a half dozen alternatives to your IV treatments.

You've been resistant to every one.

I appreciate your help, but I'd like to
discuss the idea with Morton Shadley.

You didn't want me back.

Don't force your hand.

That's in the past.

You're here.

Dad, your chart's a mess.

You should have gone with the specialist I referred you to.

Pediatricians for the blind, I intend to be there.

You'll need at least six weeks of physical therapy.

Your mother and I, we're moving to Florida.

Rockefeller Center
last night, Zowie, Kaboom, they lit the Christmas tree.

End of discussion.

A stroke is serious.

End of discussion.

If you would have watched your blood pressure.

Oh, so now it's my fault?

And slowed down and taken the time for a checkup.

Maybe you could have avoided this,
but you had a stroke and you're going to

have another one if you don't take it easy.

Dad, please.

Kaput.

Finito.

That's it.

Okay, I'll do the therapy.

But in Florida, where it's warm.

The patient's physical exam showed no
evidence of infection.

In the future, Seth, get a CBC to confirm your diagnosis.

Who is next?

Uh, that would be me, sort of.

Walter Sandler, white male, 32,
complains of intermittent abdominal pain,

but someone else should take him.

There's been too much patient passing around here.

I don't feel comfortable handling a relative.

This is my cousin.

Cousin peewee, from peewee's auto land,
Carol, you'll take the case over,

sure, maybe you can get a deal on a demo,
here we are, Elliot, where's your cousin,

well, he's Elliot's size, he should be
hard to miss, excuse us, what happened,

just doubled over all of a sudden,
yeah, all of a sudden, peewee,

You've come through surgery in excellent physical shape.

You know, with all the money this
corporation pumps into research,

you could make the damn compressor quieter.

Mr. Spooner.

TV turned up all the way, still can't hear
a freaking thing.

I understand why you don't want to get up and walk.

The prospect must seem quite daunting.

That's hardly the word for it.

And I'm not performing for your cameras.

You need to get up and start
moving for medical reasons to reduce the risk of clotting.

We've been through this.

You see, Henry's
concerned about... Martin Reed, you've done your bit.

I didn't want this gizmo.

I was ready to take my chances.

If your wife hadn't asked us to go ahead and implant
the Craig 9000, 40, in Jerusalem, 恩ơ, 你 Would you die?

你 保卫 but I don't live in order.

To promote myself in order to get them to extract
the cancer inside of me an hour is enough to connect pump.

We should never have allowed him to see your records.

He's a brilliant oncologist.

Thank you very much.

You're my doctor, aren't you?

Gideon's threatening to fire me.

What in heaven's name for?

Research into unconventional
cancer therapies which don't jibe with new hospital policy.

To be honest, a few of the theories are a bit out there.

Eureka, you're fine.

I hate the chemo.

Side effects suck when and... What if I were to stop?

You're taking Gideon's advice about the infusion pump?

Cold Turkey.

No treatments of any kind.

This isn't the first time you've proposed that.

Let me in on your thinking.

Nothing radically different but the months
of discomfort accompanying the therapy.

I've had enough of the vomiting,
the diarrhea, loss of appetite.

My last session was particularly unpleasant.

I'm 75.

Not much more road lies ahead.

So you're willing to drive off the cliff?

IVF.

I've lived beyond all
conservative estimates for someone my age with liver cancer.

Can you say for certain it's the
chemotherapy been keeping me going?

No, I can't.

Stopping now is against my better judgment.

For all we know, Daniel, you can go on
living for years or die within weeks.



Very good.

Yeah, I'm starting to feel better.

Okay, I'm going to check your cranial nerves.

I'd like to have brunch with me as soon
I'm not dead in ten minutes?

Thank you, no.

Clench your jaw.

Lunch?

No.

Dinner?

No.

Stick out your tongue.

You first.

Okay, close your eyes.

You're not anything like Elliot described you.

And you're not like Elliot.

You have pain when you urinate?

I don't know why.

Does Elliot?

Mr. Sandler.

Ah, friends and customers call me Pee-wee.

Silly name, huh?

Yeah, maybe you deserve it.

Uh-oh, she can counter punch.

Okay, close your eyes again.

Please.

Oh, by the way, if someone from the
Pilgrim National Bank comes by asking for

me, can you do me a favor and turn them away?

Try opening?

Okay, with your thumbs there.

That's the point.

Okay, I got one.

For touching your elbows behind your back.

Look at my nose.

Down in the lobby, when we bumped into each other, I
could tell the sleigh bells were ringing for you, too.

Right?

Well...

I knew it.

You're a Catholic girl.

Oh.

Hello, Mr. Spooner.

Another incision check.

Actually, your wife asked me to stop by.

Marguerite weeping on your shoulder, too.

She's been through a lot, just like you.

I'm sure Marguerite thought another woman
might be able to change my mind,

convince me to waltz down the hall for the front page.

All these cards and flowers from people you've never met.

The world wants to know how you are.

But press photos aren't important.

All we want is for you to get your
independence back, plain and simple.

How's this for independence?

I'm not budging.

What'd you do that for?

I was watching.

You were reading.

I can do both.

We're wasting time.

Okay.

Give me some resistance.

Dad, you ever consider where you'd be if
this hadn't happened?

At the store.

No, I mean knowing what you know now.

I would have bought Polaroid at two dollars.

I'm talking about your life.

Come on, push.

I am.

Chiropractor, Inside Spots,



The whole time you were growing up, I never understood you.

Even now, you haven't learned?

Let's get back to the exercises.

Always making with the stupid jokes.

Come on, push.

I am pushing, damn it.

Playing pranks is exactly why you got
suspended from St. Eligius.

I was about to hit 30.

I was scared.

You're not the only one in the world who gets scared.

When I was at Boston General, I had this recurring dream.

Envision myself as some sort of superhero, able to protect
myself and the things I loved, including St. Eligius.

But now I'm at my weakest.

Vulnerable.

Time for ruttles.

I hardly feel I have the strength.

Going for a walk.

She's done so well.

Implanted her Craig 9000 less than eight weeks ago.

Now flash can be sustained for short
periods with this portable drive unit.

Specialist,

obstetrician, personality health, kimson
hospital, domestic管 research, but you know

that being a part of the artificial heart
program hasn't been easy, but you and.

Ehrlich will be better doctors because you
persevered, but if you're somebody who

timidly backs away like
Spooner, well, you'll get knocked to the canvas every time.

You never get back on your feet.

I know.

Go the other way.

I will never forget it!

Mr. Sandler!

I'll get him.

Mr. Sandler, wait!

Mr. Sandler!

What, you didn't catch the wave?

Don't tell me, he's from Pilgrim National, right?

Why, yeah, he says he
needs to talk to you about... Why, you are really something.

You probably just cost me my business!

Mr. Sandler.

Hang on.

You know, I've never met anyone like you.

No sense of humor, no color, no bounce, no flavor!

You don't even know me!

Mr. Sandler.

You'll get your turn just because I don't
play your head games.

Fine.

We'll play it straight.

Doctor-patient relationship.

Relationship.

This will only take a moment.

Can't you see I'm talking here?

So, what's the diagnosis?

Okay, kidney stones.

I've just scheduled you for a lithotrifter.

About your business loan, Pee Wee's Auto Land.

Well, give me a break, will you?

This is very important.

I'm being scheduled for a lit h*... Say
that four times fast.

Mr.

Sandler!

Mr. Sandler!

This is all your fault!

Asmetic bronchitis can frequently develop
as a result of a viral infection.

What's more, if the patient is already
under treatment, and erythromycin has been

prescribed, then the upper lung level will
have to be adjusted accordingly.

I heard.

How's Pee-wee?

In pain.

Beaten up pretty bad, huh?

No, uh, kidney stones.

Wait a second.

Are we talking about the same guy?

My cousin, Pee-wee.

You know, he's probably just now finishing
up a melithotryptor.

You're all bent out of shape over Elliot's cousin?

You are?

How's Mr. Sandler?

Novino's fallen for him.

Fallen isn't exactly what I'd call it.

Uh, Elliot, maybe you should leave.

She likes my cousin.

Out, Axelrod.

I'm a mess.

What's the problem?

Walter's witty, sexy, handsome,
and I'm incapable of responding to him.

Because of your professional relationship.

Ethics have never bothered anybody around here before.

I'm someone whose life is dictated by
shoulds, ought tos, ought nots.

Obstetrics.

Walter's right.

I'm a Catholic girl with no pizzazz.

Always stick to the rules, buy the letter.

I'm repressed.

I mean, do you know, I was 18
before I ever even... Uh, I don't think I want to hear this.

I think there is an obvious solution to your problem.

What?

Ask another doctor to take
over Mr. Sandler's case, and then you can do as you wish.

The corporation's Nate.

They want to know what it means?

You can't be serious.

Yes.

Your secretary's out.

Come in.

If the home office doesn't fight this, you're not.

Well, I consider this a completely gutless
decision on your part.

Seems we're being sued for the use of the company name.

Trademark infringement.

Why don't I come back?

No, it's okay, Dr. Morrison.

ab*rtion.

How's your wife and kids?

Okay.

Uh, Joanne's moved back to Seattle until
the custody of the kids is settled.

Sorry to hear that.

What can I do for you?

A local talk show wants me as a guest.

You or Dr. Adam Logan?

Well, me, I think.

Well, break a leg.

Just remember you represent this hospital.

Yes, sir.

You're a celebrity, Jack.

Just smile and wave and say, have a nice day.

Because whatever you tell people,
they're going to think whatever they want.

Even with all our technology and lab
capabilities, the importance of obtaining

a patient's history cannot be stressed enough.

Dr. Auschlander, do you mind if I take a long?

We're almost finished, but feel free.

Three.

Just don't slow us down.

Final case.

Dr. Bilsla, Dr. Peter Bilsla, urology.

Still not walking.

Well, you walk when you're ready.

Anyway, I'm only here to check the readout.

Let me ask you a question.

What's that, Mr. Swooner?

But you've had this operation?

No, sir, I don't think so.

How come?

The idea of being part man, part machine.

Machine.

It's frightening as hell.

No one else seems to appreciate that.

Only interested in getting me out in the
Bonneville salt flats.

Well, the 9000 is functioning like a dream.

Nightmare, Ehrlich.

I lie here, listening to the heart chug
away, waiting for it to break down.

Sit.

No.

How are you now?

Marguerite's my first home in Newton.

Cute little shingles side.

We were just married post-w*r.

Spent every cent of the place.

But after we moved in, furnace motors started to go.

Little by little.

I'd lie in bed, cold winter
nights, listening to that motor down in the basement.

Waiting.

The day you graduated medical school,
should have seen Norm Ladd's face.

The Lamp King?

Yeah.

Keep squeezing.


your father's nose.

I thought you weren't speaking to Ladd
since the day he spit at me.

The important thing is, you showed him.

Showed him?

Dad, that's not why I got into medicine.

Medicine.

Honey, what your father's saying is that
you accomplished something.

The guy hocked a loogie at me because I
was marching at a no-nukes rally.

He's baiting you, Jonas.

Never mind, you were wearing an American flag
on your can and your hair down to your shoulders.

Wayne, would you just ignore him now?

My appearance has nothing to do with what we're discussing.

Listen to him, Frieda.

He gets mad, he's very formal.

You came all the way from Boston just to annoy me?

I'm leaving before I say something I'll regret.

Say what you have to say, be be a man.

Will you two just cut it out?

He always has to be in control.

You and Rhonda don't seem to have suffered for it.

She's halfway around the world and I live in another city.

You ever wonder why?

I want you to get out of here now.

And you two get going.

Sweetheart.

Wayne didn't mean what he said, honey.

He did.

No.

And he's right.

I don't think the lithotriptor got it all.

I'm passing the rock, I'm Gibraltar.

Get ready.

He's coming out.

Okay, Henry.

So far, so good.

Think you can make it down the hall?

Ten yards.

First down.

I'll try.

I'm going to do it on my own.

Oh, can we please
let Dr. Ehrlich... I want to... I want to use the Walker.

Okay, okay.

Sure.

You're ready to sew?

Let's get on with it.

Go real easy.

Yeah, sure.

Hang on, Walker.

Let us know if you start feeling wounded.

I'll... I'll be the guy who eases.

I'm so proud of you, Henry.

Mr. Spooner's taking his walk.

I can see that.

What made him change his mind?

Victor did.

He's a nice guy once you get to know him.

You should have called me before he got out of bed.

Actually, sir, he didn't want you around.

Nice going, Mark.

Always believed you could do it.

Every day, Dr. Kiem, I visit my brother,
and every day you give me the same load.

Mr. Carmine.

What about my brother?

As you in this crummy hospital for help,
you don't do a damn thing.

Yes, sir.

This is none of your business.

It is my business when someone is being threatened.

Daniel.

If you don't want to get hurt.

You can't hurt me.

Now, do you prefer to discuss this in a
civil manner or use our fists?

Fists.

Don't touch him.

Whatever you say.

Doctor bar ton will be inserting a
cystoscope into the urinary tract oh my

god then he'll reach up snag the kidney
stone and withdraw the remnant through

your p*nis and
we'll find out how you got your name now you do

jokes
I thought you liked jokes your timing's lousy emergency.

Sorry I didn't play along about Pilgrim National.

It's a little late.

What'd you do anyway?

One of my employees got desperate about
buying Christmas presents for his kids.

He milked money from the auto land.

I tried helping, but it's a long story.

Interminable on anesthesia.

The bottom line is the bank I ain't called my wounds.

You mean you risked foreclosure for an
employee who cheated you?

Yeah.

What do you think will happen?

Carol, you're not my doctor anymore.

I've got places to go and pee-pee to see.

I wasn't sure what I thought I was doing.

Same as I was.

Only you were faster.

And slower.

I should have ducked.

Finally stopped bleeding.

Broken?

No.

You know, people, lately, especially around here, have
started treating me differently.

I change into my scrubs and the lab coat,
and suddenly, I'm Dr. Adam Logan.

I get respect.

And you feel like an imposter?

I've wanted to be someone like Logan ever
since I decided to go into medicine.

We all need something from which to draw our strength.

But if the patients and the staff start
thinking of us as something we're not.

The truth is, Jack Morrison is a better
doctor now than ever.

Skilled, confident, decisive.

Dr. Gideon thinks I should run all the way
with this Logan thing.

It's a privilege.

Use it wisely.

We'll be fine, Jack, if we don't forget
our limits, or expect too much from

ourselves, like fighting the Carmichaels
of the world, or trying to fly.

One minute Dad and I connect, the next... Ah, it's
been that way ever since you learned how to talk.

I didn't mean what I said at the hospital.

Hospital.

Strange thing is, I understand what he's going through.

You know, after being
shot... Oh, honey, please, I don't want to talk about it.

Where'd you get this, anyway?

I got that in Atlantic City in 1963.

Your father was staring at Francine Fisk
on the beach, so I sent him off with you

to buy a toy, and he came back back with that.

Dad was staring at Miss Fisk, the teacher
with the black clunky shoes?

Uh-huh.

I always suspected Jonas and she had a
little you-know-what.

Dad?

Oh, come on.

I caught you with a girl in your closet, didn't I?

Francine Fisk was quite a looker and a two-piece.

And your father wasn't too shabby on the beach either.

I couldn't blame her, really.

Early.

You didn't want to k*ll her?

Yeah, I did.

But your father, he loved me, you know.

And people get carried away sometimes.

Wayne, in the long run, it's not worth
ruining a marriage over.

I'll get it.

Coming, I'm coming.

Hello?

Yes?

I'm sorry, what?

What?

Oh.

No, no, no.

No.

Yeah, I understand.

Yes.

Bye.

Who was it?

It was Dr. Michaels.

Your daddy had another stroke.

I better get over him.

Wendela, you can't help.

It's too late.

So, how are you feeling?

I'm still numb from the waist down.

Well, the spinal should wear off pretty soon.

You'll be out of here tomorrow.

Yeah.

And then back to Autoland.

You know, Pee-wee, I never really
got a chance to thank you for giving me a job when St.

Eligius was closed.

Hey, you were a shark.

Yeah, but I let the last customer steal
the car on a test drive.

Yeah, the guy was a maniac.

I'm just glad you weren't hurt.

You've always taken care of me.

What about the time you were two and I
made you smoke that Dutchmaster?

Yeah.

I used to give you a lot of noogies on the chest.

Yeah.

What's that, is that blood?

Where?

Boop!

You cracked me up, Billy.

Everybody listen.

Uh, I was on my way out.

I just thought I'd drop by to say goodnight.

Yeah, well, um, I've really got to get going myself.

I really came by to sort of the reason
that I'm... Are you experiencing any post-operative pain?

You had to say something clinical.

What do you want from me, to act like a dippy schoolgirl?

You couldn't be dippy if you tried.

Yeah, well, don't bet on it.

Fly with me to the Caribbean for the weekend.

Oh, I'm supposed to go just because you say jump?

I'm a doctor.

I have responsibilities.

That's it.

What are you doing?

Since you insist on hiding behind your
career, where's my catheter?

Here we are.

On the count of three, I'm yanking it out.

Walter.

I'm in love with you, and all I've asked for is a chance.

Ready?

One.

Don't be stupid.

Doctors shouldn't let a patient suffer.

Two.

I've never gone away with a man before.

Three.

Don't pull.

Okay.

Okay, I'll go.

Really?

Spinal's wearing out.

Hello, Donald.

I'm back.

Don't know where the day's gone.

I suppose you spent yours playing with your son.

Walking in the woods behind your house.

I remember you're a sap.

Stuck on the maple season.

Knowing the mail when you received this,
I'll have been off chemo for a week.

For good.

I refuse to sit passively
by, watching what's left of my life fade into mediocrity.

Come in.

Almost ready?

I'm finishing a letter to Donald.

Anything you want to say?

What are you looking at?

Oh, for crying out loud, I'm not going to
stand around here.

," and great Brush P milboat.

Luther, it's lookin' like a sherpa.

Long, cold winter comin' on.

Nasal spray, cough drops,
aspirin, and my books from my clinical research project.

Still no one to help you?

Nope.

What's the topic?

Long-term effects of driamycin therapy.

I don't wanna regret doing this, but, uh...

Nah, forget it.

I'll see you later.

You know something, Carl?

We did a really nice job.

Oh, yeah.

Real nice.

Oh, your back's still hurting you, huh?

I told you all day, lift with your legs.

Here's someone who can help you.

Hi there, Dr. Logan.

Hi.

Listen, Carl here could really use your help.

He strained his back.

Could you take a look, please?

Sure.

You go.

I'll give a hand with the delivery truck out front.

I'm Dr. Morrison.

Yeah?

How come you changed your name?

I didn't.

Just think, this morning you were up and I
was down, now you're down.

I get the point, Daniel.

Seems like they put the decorations up early every year.

New owners certainly didn't splurge when
it came to boughs of Holly.

You spoke too soon.

Oh, well, now that's more like it.

I'll say this for John Gideon.

He's got good taste.

Oh, no.

Dr. Gideon didn't order this.

The tree just arrived.

Receipt says from New Hampshire.

Donald.

Smell the pine.

You know, I'm beginning to think that
Donald had a point in leaving this place.

He realized a corporation would come in
and our hospital would never be the same.

Just as he sent this tree,
knowing that they would never splurge for the real item.

Donald had a way of keeping us centered, our eyes focused
on the people coming through those doors for comfort.

And now when the lasers settled in,
turned our vision in on ourselves,

it's time we started reaching out again,
like these branches.

Dentures.

My friends, gather around this tree in
peace, love, and good health.

Can't sleep?

I close my eyes, I see dad.

Well, I finished packing, I don't know why.

I'm not sure I'm going anywhere.

Why don't you light a yorkside candle, huh?

Too early, I know.

I'll like it, though.

I like your new haircut.

Remember when you used to wash my hair in the kitchen sink?

Yeah, and your father used to watch from the doorway?

Sometimes you'd get soap in my eyes.

I didn't want Dad to see me cry.

MRI.

Well, you always tried to be such a little
man in front of your father.

Come on, I'll rub your back.

Dad ever tell you about the time on the subway?

No.

I was seven.

We were riding home on the Uptown A.

He'd taken me to the office.

It was chilly, October.

It was dark already.

Orthopedic, gynecology, orthodontic surgery, and more.

Emergency, can't find dad, we screech into
the next station, the people, the

briefcases, I struggle, but I get pushed
out the door, I look everywhere,

I'm lost, completely lost, strange men,
women, I want to cry, I shout anything,

and I see him, dad, at the other end of the platform, he's
searching all over for me, I shout and I run toward him.

He picks me up and he hugs me.

I knew where you were, he says.

I knew.

And then he starts to shake.

I hold him tight, tighter, as tight as I can.

He's crying, Mark.

He's crying.

Emergency room.

And many more.

Chondrossection, arthritis,
ophthalmologist, łecar reunited,

quick delivery, hospital discharge,
needs of emergency, patient with symptoms symptoms,