General Hospital: Night Shift Transcript Thursday 8/5/08

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"Fallen from the Sky"
Written by Tracey Thomson

Previously, on "Night Shift"...

Robin: Have you noticed something unusual about Stone?

Jagger: There's nothing wrong with my son.

Robin: I'm just concerned, that's all.

Jagger: I'm perfectly capable of taking care of my son by myself.

Toussaint: I want to do good by you. Mwah.

Claire: I bet if we lived together, we could find a killer 2-bedroom.

Leo: You mind telling me what's going on? That child was stolen from her parents and sold for profit!

Robin: Who told you that?

Saira: You swore you wouldn't say anything about Kayla. I trusted you.

Leo: That was probably a mistake.

Patrick: Why bother asking for input when you don't even consider my opinion?

Robin: I did consider it. And then I didn't.

Patrick: Frankly, my recommendations are better than anything you've come up with.

Robin: We are not naming our daughter Dale.

Patrick: Dale Earnhardt, Jr. just happens to be my favorite NASCAR driver.

Robin: Ok, well, Dale Earnhardt, Jr. is also a man.

Patrick: Yeah, but it's one of those names, like a unisex name. Like your name, like Robin.

Robin: Oh, really?

Patrick: Yes.

Robin: And what other guys do you know whose name is Robin?

Patrick: There's lots. Robin--there's--I can't think of one right now.

Robin: Oh, right, yeah. That's because there are none. So why don't you pick one out of here?

Patrick: Robin, we're not going to pick our daughter's name out of some book, ok? It's got to come from the heart.

Robin: What about Matilda? What? I like Matilda. It's French.

Patrick: Unfortunately, our daughter is going to grow up in America, where we beat up kids named Matilda.

Robin: Fine, you said that it has to come from the heart, and Matilda was the name of my dorm mother in Paris.

Patrick: When I said heart, I meant my heart.

Robin: Well, at least it's a girl's name.

Patrick: Dale's got edge.

Robin: Oh, I don't even know why I bother.

Patrick: Because I'm the father.

Robin: Ha, yeah. Momentary lapse of judgment on my part.

Patrick: Don't let it happen again. Robin Williams! Robin Williams is a guy, unisex. Dale is back on the table.

Toussaint: Nurse Johnson? I just want you to know that I'm here anytime you want me.

Epiphany: Toussaint, this is our-- our place of business, and, uh, whatever happened the other night is, uh, certainly not typical for me, and, uh--

Toussaint: No, I meant filling in from triage.

Epiphany: Oh. Ok. Well, um, help out wherever you can.

P.A. Announcer: Dr. Klein, telephone, please. Dr. Klein.

Leo: I don't blame you for being pissed.

Saira: Wow, that is--that's awfully big of you. Letting me off the hook when you're the one who betrayed my trust. Thanks, but I don't need your permission to think you're an ass.

Leo: Look, I-I probably could have handled things a lot better.

Saira: What was your first clue?

Leo: You're not gonna make this easy, are you?

Saira: Is this how it works for you? You act like a complete jerk, and then you come around all sensitive? Looking sorry with that sad face and those sad eyes and that hair.

Leo: You like my hair?

Saira: No.

Leo: Then why bring it up?

Saira: I was making a point.

Leo: About my hair.

Saira: About how you can't fall back on your looks and try to charm your way out of life.

Leo: It looks really good today, actually.

Saira: Look, we're colleagues, right?

Leo: Mm-hmm.

Saira: So why don't we just keep this professional?

Leo: Professional colleagues?

Saira: Yes.

Leo: Ok.

EMT: Need help!

Epiphany: Tell me something!

Patrick: What have we got?

EMT: We got a male victim found after one witnessed trauma. C-collar's intact. Bp's 126 over 76. He's tachycardic.

Jagger: Found him on the side of the road. Walked away from a plane crash. One single engine aircraft, right outside of town.

Patrick: Get some ringers in him and notify the blood bank. Draw some lab and get a tox screen. Sir, you need to calm down and cooperate with--

Robert: Aah!

[All yelling]

Robin: Sir, you have to lie still so we can help you. Just calm down.

Epiphany: Stabilize him!

Robin: Stop!

Robert: Get your hands off me, you filthy bastards!

Robin: Dad?

Robert: Where am I?!

Patrick: Take it easy!

Robert: What kind of a flaky deal is this?!

Patrick: Sir, you're in General Hospital. Please calm down so we can help you.

Robert: I don't want any hospital. Did I ask you for any help?

Patrick: You could have internal bleeding, please calm down.

Robert: I'll take my chances!

Epiphany: Taking your chances are what got into this. You keep on pushing your luck, you're gonna run out. Morphine's on board.

Robert: Listen, sweetheart. If I can deal with Congolese rebels, I can deal with a bit of blood in the gut!

Epiphany: If you call me sweetheart one more time, the Congo's the last thing you'll have to worry about.

Patrick: Get an ultrasound, please.

Jagger: Take it easy. You're not going anywhere.

Robert: You! You got me into this mess. If you just left well enough alone, I would have made the rendezvous point!

Patrick: Ok, people, [Indistinct]. Let's start with a C.T. scan and go from there.

Robert: [Gagging]

Kyle: I flagged the furniture catalog. Blue is if you want to go with the minimalist look, red is if you want to go with the Asian minimalist look, and green is if you want to go with the minimalist with a splash of color look.

Claire: Who knew minimalism could be so complicated.

Kyle: Oh, yeah, it takes a lot of effort to make your apartment look empty.

Claire: Hey, wait, don't we already have a coffee table?

Kyle: No, we have a trunk sitting in the middle of the living room because it was too heavy to carry out to the Dumpster.

Claire: Well, why don't we just keep it? It'll give us extra storage.

Kyle: Uh, it's hideous.

Claire: It's free.

Kyle: It's an eyesore, which I'm guessing is why the previous tenants left it behind.

Claire: I asked them if we could have it.

Kyle: Oh. Why?

Claire: Because I like it. It has character.

Kyle: Character is what people say to justify bad taste. Here, sweetie, why don't you let me take care of the decorating, and you can handle the simple things like accent pillows. Maybe.

Claire: Right.

Lia: I'm not due for 2 weeks. My husband's at a conference in Manhattan. He said he'd be back in plenty of time.

Toussaint: Is this your first one?

Lia: We've been trying for a while. My husband Roger is pretty excited. I just hope I can hold out till he gets here.

Leo: Hi.

Lia: Hi.

Leo: I'm Dr. Julian.

Lia: I'm Lia Walker.

Leo: Lia Walker. How far apart are the contractions?

Lia: Um, I don't know. Every few minutes.

Leo: Ok, let's get her on a monitor, and page O.B.

Toussaint: Ok.

Leo: Take it slow, take it slow.

Lia: Oh! Aw!

Leo: Grab a mop while you're at it.

Toussaint: Sorry, I don't do floors anymore.

Epiphany: Can I help you?

Elisa's Roommate: Uh, you got anything for a case of killer PMS?

Epiphany: Excuse me?

Elisa: Ugh, he means me. I've been tired and, I don't know, crampy, for a couple weeks now.

Elisa's Roommate: More like tired and bitchy for a couple of weeks.

Elisa: Maybe if you weren't such a pain in my ass all the time.

Elisa's Roommate: Oh, so now your ass hurts, too. Maybe we can get you some morphine.

Elisa: Oh, you first. As long as you promise to O.D. on it.

Epiphany: Hey, hey, hey! I'm a nurse, not a couple's counselor. If you're not dying, I don't need to know about it.

Elisa: We are no couple. He's my roommate.

Epiphany: And this is an emergency room. Take this, fill it out. Have a seat.

[Monitor beeping]

Saira: Hey, you ok? I heard.

Robin: Yeah, kind of hard not to hear when your dad comes in screaming profanities at the entire hospital staff.

Saira: You know, it's a miracle that he survived the crash, much less walked away from that wreckage.

Robin: Well, that's Robert Scorpio. He certainly knows how to make an entrance, literally. Falling out of the sky.

Saira: What, was he flying to Port Charles?

Robin: I don't know. I didn't even know that he was in the country. It's kind of hard to keep track of my dad.

Saira: When was the last time you heard from him?

Robin: I got an e-mail a few months ago, but we haven't actually talked in a while. Yeah. He's in for a surprise.

Saira: Oh, ha.

Robin: His baby girl, the unwed mother.

Saira: Wow. So the man survives a plane crash to then die of a coronary?

Robin: It's not my fault that his sat phone gets spotty coverage. And, I mean, it's not the kind of thing you want to leave on someone's voicemail--hey, Dad, are you alive? By the way, I got knocked up.

[Door opens]

Patrick: Hey.

Robin: How's he doing?

Patrick: Well, aside from a bruised liver and a broken arm, he's lucky to be alive.

Robin: Well, that's good. Then he can be off to save who knows what from God knows where. I guess it's for the best.

Patrick: What does that mean?

Robin: It means he was really in a hurry to go off somewhere, so why not let him? It's not like I need a reunion at this point in my life.

Leo: So what are you havin'?

Lia: A boy. Caleb, after my husband's father.

Leo: Congratulations.

Lia: Hmm. Roger, ha, Roger couldn't wait to start putting together the nursery. He's had the walls painted and the crib set up for months.

Ultrasound Technician: Mrs. Walker, how far along are you?

Lia: 38 weeks. Is everything ok?

Ultrasound Technician: I'm just trying to find a better angle.

Lia: Do you have kids?

Leo: Me? No.  [Chuckles] I'm not exactly the parental type.

Ultrasound Technician: Doctor, could I see you for a moment, please?

Leo: Yeah. Excuse us. How long before she goes into active labor?

Ultrasound Technician: At the earliest?

Leo: Yeah.

Ultrasound Technician: I'd say 9 months, but only if she starts trying today.

Leo: What do you mean?

Ultrasound Technician: That woman's not pregnant.

Leo: What?!

Ultrasound Technician: Either she's delusional, or she's pulling a fast one on us.

Leo: What are you talking about?

Ultrasound Technician: That's the first pregnant woman I've ever met who doesn't have a baby in her.

Kyle: So, what seems to be the problem?

Elisa's Roommate: My roommate's a bitch.

Elisa: Try having your period for 2 months straight and see how happy you are.

Kyle: Have you been to see a gynecologist?

Elisa: I work during the days.

Elisa's Roommate: At a coffee shop. You know, it wouldn't be the end of the world if you're not there to pour a latte.

Elisa: I can't afford to give up a shift, unless you want to pick up my half of the rent.

Elisa's Roommate: Why not? I already pick up everything else you leave around the house.

Kyle: [Laughs] I know how that goes.

Claire: What?

Kyle: What?

Claire: Are you trying to say something?

Kyle: No, I'm trying to do an intake. So you're experiencing cramps, irritability?

Elisa: Yeah. And I'm tired, like all the time.

Claire: So when was your last period, and when have you ever picked up after me?

Elisa: I don't know. They're kind of irregular recently.

Kyle: Do you think your clothes just magically wind up in the closet? Irregular, is that usual for you?

Elisa: Yes. Um, ever since I was--

Claire: We've only been living together for 3 days.

Kyle: Ah, and yet our living room looks like it's been taken over by a frat house for 3 months.

Claire: Oh, frat house, frat house, dramatic much? I mean, I'm sorry if I don't share your taste in sterile.

Kyle: It's called minimal.

Claire: You sleep on a wooden plank.

Kyle: Well, at least I have a bed. I don't consider a sleeping bag to be a mattress.

Claire: I told you, I'm getting a new one next month.

Elisa's Roommate: Do you guys want us to leave you alone?

Claire: Of course not!

Kyle: Where were we?

Elisa: Irregular periods.

Kyle: Tell us more.

Leo: I'm here to treat patients, not whack jobs!

Epiphany: Mm-hmm.

Leo: Get a load of this-- this woman that was in here a little while ago, the one in labor? Turns out, she's not in labor. Turns out she's not even pregnant!

Epiphany: What?

Leo: Yeah. She's fakin' it, because, oh, I don't know, she wants the attention, or she's clinically insane.

Saira: Give her to me.

Leo: What?

Saira: The patient. I'll take her off your hands for you since, uh, you can't seem to handle it.

Leo: Who said I couldn't handle it?

Saira: That's certainly what it just sounded like.

Leo: What happened to staying out of each other's way? You miss me that much?

Saira: Look, this isn't about you and your inflated sense of irresistible charm. That woman deserves to be treated with respect.

Leo: I think what that woman needs to be treated with is a little bit of lithium. She's pretending to be pregnant.

Saira: She's not pretending to be anything. It's called false pregnancy.

Leo: See, I know what it's called.

Saira: Mrs. Walker honestly believes she's about to give birth.

Leo: Well, I honestly believe that I should be touring with Pearl Jam, but I'm not bringing in my ridiculous hallucinations into this hospital and taking resources away from the real medical problems that we've got here.

Saira: False pregnancy is a legitimate psychological disorder. Maybe if you bothered to pick up a medical journal every once in a while, you would know how to treat it properly.

Leo: You want to play shrink?

Saira: Yeah.

Leo: Knock yourself out.

Saira: Ok.

Leo: I've got better things to do with my time.

Saira: Yeah, Pearl Jam, seriously? How old are we?

P.A. Announcer: Dr. McCullen, surgery, please, Dr. McCullen.

Robin: Hey.

Jagger: Oh, hi. How's your dad?

Robin: He's sleeping.

Jagger: Oh. So the adrenalin finally wore off?

Robin: More like the sedative finally kicked in. Hey, thanks for saving him. If you hadn't found him, God knows what would have happened.

Jagger: Well, look, you know, after all the stories I've heard about Robert Scorpio, I think he would have been fine.

Robin: I'm sorry about the other night.

Jagger: Don't be, it's all right.

Robin: I didn't mean to overstep.

Jagger: You didn't. Look, um... it was my fault, ok? I had a long day, and I took it out on you, and I'm sorry.

Robin: It's just... I love Stone. I think that he's wonderful, and I only want the best for him.

Jagger: Look, Robin, I can take care of my son. I've been doing just fine for all of these years.

Robin: I know you have. I can see that. I mean, he's a great kid.

Jagger: Look, Robin, he just doesn't know you that well. You know, he just feels awkward around you. That's understandable, right?

Robin: Hmm... it was a little bit more than that. His behavior was unusual. It's worth looking into, that's all I'm saying. And I'm sorry if it hurts you to hear this, but...I wouldn't be a good friend if I didn't say anything.

Jagger: Well, you have been a good friend, and I appreciate everything you've done for us. I'm glad that Stone had the chance to see you and see Port Charles.

Robin: Wait, wait, wait. Why does it sound like you're saying good-bye again?

Jagger: Me and Stone are going to be leaving in the morning.

Robin: Jagger, don't be stubborn.

Jagger: Look, I gotta get back to San Francisco, and it's been too hard for Stone to be away from home.

Robin: I thought this was your home.

Jagger: Yeah, I thought so, too.

Robert: [Whistles] [Whistles] Hey. Get in here. I don't have all day.

Kyle: Uh, can I help you with something?

Robert: Sean Donnelly. He's got my daughter Robin. He's taking her to the rendezvous point. Now, I can still salvage the plan, but I gotta have some cover.

Kyle: What plan?

Robert: The plan, Spencer, the plan. Now, I grounded the plane, but they grounded me before I had time to set the fire. You've gotta go back, burn the wreckage. Here, take this. This will help get things started. Cover your tracks. Well, what are you waiting for?

Kyle: Some clarification. Why do I need to burn the plane?

Robert: [Sighs] So Faison will think I'm dead. Now, are we on the same page yet?

Kyle: Not really.

Robert: Look, look, look. There's a ventilation shaft about 30 yards to the east. On a count of three, you and I, well, we're going to make a run for it. One, two--

Kyle: Wait, wait, wait. Uh, the guards. Ha. They're scheduled for a shift change in 10 minutes. Once they leave their posts, the hallway will be empty, and that's when we make our move.

Robert: Right. 10 minutes, you say?

Kyle: Yeah, and until then, you can't draw any attention to yourself, so go back to your room and wait, and I'll gather the rest of the supplies.

Robert: Right. Find me some cable, maybe a rope. Anything I can make a harness out of.

Kyle: No problem.

Robert: Spencer... try not to botch it.

Saira: Mrs. Walker.

Lia: Hi.

Saira: Hi, I'm Dr. Batra. How are you feeling?

Lia: Um... my contractions aren't as strong as they were before.

Saira: Mm-hmm.

Lia: Is that normal?

Saira: Mrs. Walker, there-- there isn't an easy way to say this. You were never pregnant.

Lia: What do you mean?

Saira: Your mind has created this trick on your body to make you think that you're carrying a child.

Lia: That's ridiculous.

Saira: I am so sorry.

Lia: [Chuckles] Are you crazy? Doctor, what do you call this if I'm not pregnant?

Saira: Well, that's mainly excess fat, water weight, hormones.

Lia: Doctor, my water broke. I'm in labor.

Saira: That wasn't your water, and this is not your fault. You have to understand--

Lia: I have been pregnant for 9 months.

Saira: Why didn't you ever go see a doctor?

Lia: I was meaning to, and-- and I did see one, but they were just rude, and--

Saira: The doctor told you, didn't she?

Lia: No. No. I don't know what you mean. I'm going to go to another hospital--

Saira: Mrs. Walker, please. You know you're not pregnant. Because you know you can't have children.

P.A. Announcer: Dr. Hanso to surgery, please. Dr. Hanso.

Jagger: Hey. Can I help you with something?

Robert: Yeah. Try not to screw up my cover twice in one day.

Jagger: Where are you going?

Robert: Going to find my daughter. Now get your hands off me. Aah! Ah!

Jagger: Are you all right?

Robert: For crying out loud!

Jagger: Come on.

Robert: Where did you do your training, DVX?

Robin: Dad! What is going on?

Robert: Dad? Who the hell are you?

Robin: My own father doesn't recognize me.

Patrick: He's got enough morphine in him to knock out a small horse. I'm surprised he got out of bed, let alone put a sentence together.

Robin: Coffee?

Patrick: Yes, please.

Robin: So you think he's just high?

Patrick: I hope so. That, or he's got one hell of a tolerance.

Robin: But he looked me in the eye and didn't know who I was.

Patrick: Between the drugs and the crash, he can't possibly be thinking straight. Thank you.

Robin: [Sighs] But what if it's more than that? What if my own father doesn't remember me?

Patrick: Come here.

Robin: What?

Patrick: You are not easily forgotten.

Robin: [Exhales] You think I'm overreacting?

Patrick: I think you love your father. Came close to losing him tonight. If you didn't have a reaction, I'd be worried. We'll take another look at him. We'll figure it out. Ok?

Robin: Ok.

Robert: You can't keep me locked in here forever.

Toussaint: Ah, Dr. Drake wants you to stay the night for observation. You'll be out of here first thing in the morning.

Robert: Ah, you tell Dr. Drake to sod off. I've got places to be.

Jagger: Let him do his job. I'll take you back to your plane.

Robert: My daughter, she's in trouble.

Toussaint: Your daughter is just fine.

Robert: She's just a little girl! She's 8 years old. If I don't get to that rendezvous point, she'll be there. She'll be alone.

Toussaint: Well, I'll tell you what. I'll check on her and make sure she's ok.

Robert: No, no, no, no. I want you to find Spencer. He's lurking around here somewhere. You find him, and you tell him, get Robin.

Toussaint: Ok. Well, you just rest, ok?

Robert: Yeah. Right, right.

[Opens door]

Jagger: Well, you must love your little girl, don't you?

Robert: What kind of a question is that?

Jagger: I'm just starting conversation, that's all.

Robert: Yeah, of course, I love her. She's -- she's the best thing that ever happened to me.  [Sighs] As for her mother, well... hardly a relationship made in heaven, but ever since I-- ever since I saw Robin chewing on her PB&J sandwich, sitting on my step...ha ha. Oh, I've been hooked.

Jagger: I know the feeling.

Robert: You got a little girl?

Jagger: I got a little boy.

Robert: Yeah. I do worry about her. There's so many dangers out there. You just...

Jagger: Yeah, I know.

Robert: You know, I'd lay down my life for my child. Whatever it takes. That's what we do, we're the dads. And if we don't do it, nobody else will.

Jagger: Right.

Kyle: I'm ordering a full blood work-up on Elise Holly.

Claire: Actually, already did. Labs haven't come back yet.

Kyle: Oh, we'll just call and see what's taking so long.

Claire: Don't bother, I'm on it.

Kyle: Well, when the report comes back, I'll be sure to summarize the findings for you.

Claire: Why don't you color code them, too?

Kyle: Huh, perhaps I will.

Claire: Huh, perhaps I'll throw up!

Epiphany: What is wrong with you people? You're here to provide patient care, not pick fights with each other.

Claire: He is trying to--

Epiphany: Whatever it is, work it out. You're doctors now. Fix it.

Kyle: Do not make fun of the color coding.

Saira: How many miscarriages have you had?

Lia: None. This was our first pregnancy.

Saira: But not your first pregnancy.

Lia: What?

Saira: There's a significant amount of scarring in your uterus. Most likely from an invasive procedure.

Lia: I wanted to keep it. I was only 14, and I begged my parents to let me keep it. But...they were worried what people might think. We lived in a small town, and...

Saira: So they made you have an abortion.

Lia: My dad picked me up from school and took me to have it done. I cried the entire time. And when it was over, we never talked about it again. It was like the baby never even existed.

Roger: Hey. I'm sorry. I hate traffic outside the city, there was an accident, I got here just in time.

Lia: Hi, how are you doing?

Roger: Hi, I'm the father. I'm Roger, nice to meet you. Hey.

Saira: Hi.

Roger: Hi. Oh. Oh, good. Looks like I didn't miss anything yet.

Lia: Nope. You got here just in time.

Roger: Hey. How are you?

Lia: Good.

Roger: Good.

Patrick: Ok, just follow my finger.

Robert: This is so stupid. There is nothing wrong with my sight.

Patrick: I'm not checking your sight. I'm checking your cranial nerves.

Robert: Yeah, well, they're all lined up and ready to get out of here. [Sighs]

Robert: You are awfully pretty.

Robin: Thank you.

Robert: You remind me of someone.

Robin: Do you remember who?

Robert: My ex.

Robin: Any kids involved?

Robert: Suddenly, this exam is starting to smell like an interrogation.

Patrick: Well, we're trying to rule out possible head trauma.

Robert: By talking about my private life?

Patrick: Memory loss could be an indicator.

Robert: Look, just 'cause you're sitting there in a nice white coat and a stethoscope looped around your neck doesn't mean to say you necessarily know what you're doing. I'll have you know that once upon a time, I performed an appendectomy on myself with nothing more than a rusty steak knife and a bottle of good single malt scotch.

Patrick: Mr. Scorpio, please just sit down and relax for a second.

Robert: Well, when you can do that, you can try...

Robin: Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Patrick: Cord his neck.

Robin: Daddy!

Patrick: Get me lorazepam I.V. stat and esophageal airway.

Robin: Daddy! Daddy.

Patrick: His pressure's dropping!

Patrick: Get some fluids wide open, start him on a [Indistinct] Drip.

[All talking at once]

Robin: His airway's obstructed. I need an ET tube and a scope.

Patrick: Give the medication time to work, Robin.

Robin: No, he can't breathe, we have to intubate him now.

Patrick: We can't intubate now while he's seizing, it'll never fit through the hole.

Robin: If we don't, he could die!

Patrick: Toussaint, get her out of here, please!

[Groaning]

Robin: Let go of me! Don't just stand there, do something!

Roger: So, um, how long till we get to meet our son?

Saira: Why don't you give me a few moments alone with Lia so then I can check on her progress?

Roger: Yeah, sure. I'll be right outside.

Lia: Ok.

Roger: I love you.

Lia: I love you.

Robin: Is that fluid?

Patrick: Build-up is putting pressure on his brain, which is causing his seizures and explains his erratic behavior.

Robin: [Sighs] Can you drain it?

Patrick: Yeah, I'll have to do a craniotomy and put in a shunt.

Robin: What are his chances?

Patrick: Well, the fluid will drain into his abdomen. It'll be absorbed by his body, and he should make a full recovery.

Robin: Should?

Patrick: 90% rate of success.

Robin: Well, what about the other 10%?

Patrick: Infection, stroke, subdural hematoma.

Robin: And if he doesn't have the surgery?

Patrick: The pressure will continue to build, seizures will get worse. 

Robin: Paralysis, blindness. 

Patrick: [Sighs] For what it's worth, I'm not taking this lightly. I know your father's the most important man in your life, and that means a lot to me.

Robin: Tie for first.

Patrick: I won't let you down.

Robin: I know.

[Knock on door]

[Monitor beeping]

Robin: How are you feeling?

Robert: Oh... kind of stupid. I guess I've been acting like a major jackass, huh?

Robin: [Laughs] No more than usual.

Robert: [Laughs] Uh, oh, my God. You're pregnant.

Robin: Surprise. I've been meaning to tell you.

Robert: You look absolutely beautiful.

Robin: Thank you.

Robert: Wow. My little baby's having a baby.

Robin: I know. It's crazy, right?

Robert: Uh, what about your condition, and the HIV, and the--

Robin: Everything is fine. No, Mom and baby are just fine. It's you that I'm worried about now. So the MRI showed that you have some fluid on your brain. They have to operate to relieve the pressure.

Robert: When?

Robin: Patrick's prepping the O.R. now. He's the absolute best, you're going to be fine.

Robert: Yeah. Yeah, of course. Well... I guess it's gotta be better than a rusty steak knife and a bottle of good single malt scotch.

Robin: [Laughs] It's good to have you back, Dad.

Claire: Elisa's blood work came back. Her T.S.H. level is in the twenties.

Kyle: That certainly would explain the bitchiness.

Claire: What's your excuse?

Kyle: The test results are in.

Elisa's Roommate: Oh, please tell me you got a pill for PMS.

Claire: Actually, it's not PMS. Your blood work indicates that you have an underactive thyroid.

Elisa: Is that serious?

Kyle: Well, your thyroid isn't producing enough hormone to meet your body's requirements.

Claire: Which is what's making you feel tired and irritable.

Kyle: So we'll give you some medication, you should be feeling better pretty quickly.

Elisa's Roommate: Oh, so she's going to be ok?

Claire: Yep. As long as you take your medication and get your blood checked a couple times a year, everything should be ok.

Elisa: I can't pay my bills. I can't afford a prescription on top of that. This visit alone is going to cost me, what, 6 months to pay off.

Elisa's Roommate: We'll figure it out.

Claire: You know, your insurance should cover most of the costs.

Elisa: I don't have insurance.

Elisa's Roommate: Well, maybe you can get covered under my plan.

Elisa: Not unless we're married.

Elisa's Roommate: [Exhales] If that's what it takes.

Elisa: What?!

Elisa's Roommate: Yeah, it's no big deal.

Elisa: Yeah, they add that "till death do you part" thing just for kicks.

Elisa's Roommate: Look, you know I'd do anything for you.

Lia: I can't tell him. It'll break his heart. Roger's always wanted to have a family so badly. He shouldn't have to... be punished for my mistakes.

Saira: Lia... you have to hear me. You didn't do anything wrong. Your parents forced you to have that abortion.

Lia: [Sighs] I don't want to lose another baby.

Saira: Listen, what happened to you when you were 14 has left its scars, and not just physical scars, but emotional scars, too. That's why your mind has played this elaborate trick on you, making you think that you're carrying a child. Until you accept what's happened fully, you will not be able to move through this.

Lia: I do. I do accept it. What other choice do I have?

Saira: You can't continue to lie to your husband. And you can't continue to lie to yourself. Ok?

Lia: Ok.

Saira: Yeah, you're going to be ok.

It is a matter of the heart

[Drill whirring in the O.R.]

Robin: Ugh.

Jagger: Hey.

Robin: Hey. I thought you were leaving.

Jagger: No, I promised your father that I was going to take him back to his plane.

Robin: [Chuckles] It might be a couple of days.

Jagger: Well, I figure you could use a friend. Come here. I'm sorry. Look, your father is a tough guy. He's going to pull through this, you watch.

Robin: [Exhales] I know.

Jagger: He loves you very, very much.

Robin: I know that. It's just... mmm, nothing's ever been simple with him. I remember when I was a kid, I used to sit on the steps of our penthouse and wait all afternoon for him to come home. And the second the door would fly open, I would just run and jump into his arms.

Jagger: [Chuckles] You know what, Stone does the same thing.

Robin: I was just so happy to see him, you know, because... that meant that he was safe. Guess I've always been afraid of losing him.

Jagger: You know, when, uh... when Karen died, um, I was devastated. I think ever since, I've been afraid of losing Stone, too.

Robin: You're not going to lose him.

Jagger: You know... it's not like I didn't notice his behavior. I mean, you are right. It's just, I guess I was too scared to admit it.

Robin: We're gonna get through this.

Jagger: Hope so.

Toussaint: Coffee?

Epiphany: No, I had to give up caffeine a while back.

Toussaint: I don't know how you make it through a shift without it. I need 4 cups to get through the night.

Epiphany: [Chuckles] Well, I didn't have a choice. Either I change my life, or have another heart attack.

Toussaint: Another?

Epiphany: Yeah, I had one about 6 months ago. Sitting right in there, holding my son's ashes.

Toussaint: Hmm, wow.

Epiphany: That's all right. But life can definitely throw you a couple of curves, can't it?

Toussaint: Hmm. Yeah.

Epiphany: Toussaint... what's going on? Every time you walk into a room, I get all... silly. My--my--my hands start sweating, my heart starts beating, the room is spinning. [Sighs] I feel like I'm having another heart attack.

Toussaint: I've been known to make women feel pretty good when I walked into the room, but I didn't know that I could make them want to call 9-1-1.

Epiphany: [Laughs] You know what I'm talkin' about. [Chuckles] I... I'm usually the one that's in charge, and, uh, I don't know what's going on here.

Toussaint: Hmm. Well, I've done enough running around in my life. And the only thing I've gotten out of it is running in circles. I'm looking for something different now. Something deeper.

Epiphany: Hmm. That sounds nice.

Toussaint: You know, I don't know where this is going. Hell, I don't even know where I'm going. But I just want to tell you something. I care about our friendship. Thank you.

Kyle: [Sighs] If we went with a lighter fabric on the couch and stained the trunk a dark mahogany, I'd consider letting you keep it.

Claire: Couldn't find anyone to haul it out of there, could you?

Kyle: Not for free.

Claire: Mahogany works.

Kyle: Good. 'Cause if I go to all the trouble of sanding that piece of crap, we're keeping it for life.

Claire: Let's make a pact. If neither one of us is married by the time we're 40--

Kyle: You don't think I'll be married by the time I'm 40?

Claire: It's hypothetical, Kyle.

Kyle: All right, hypothetically... why wouldn't I be married by the time I'm 40?

Claire: God, because you're impossible!

Kyle: Yes, I'll marry you.

Claire: And I accept.

Kyle: You realize I'm not going to have sex with you?

Leo: Did you find a straightjacket for that patient of yours?

Saira: What are you so afraid of?

Leo: Excuse me?

Saira: Guys like you--

Leo: Guys like me?

Saira: Guys like you cannot stand the fact that there might actually be things out there you can't control. What, if you can't see it under a microscope or cut it out with a knife, then it can't possibly exist.

Leo: What can I say? I actually believe in science. I know it's a crazy idea, us being doctors and all.

Saira: [Laughs] It scares the hell out of you that Mrs. Walker might actually have something that you can't fix.

Leo: But I'm guessing you can. I mean, with compassion, anything's curable, right?

Saira: You know what, at the end of the day, I was able to do what you couldn't -- listen.

Leo: You know, you act like you are so smart and so much more evolved than everybody else.

Saira: Not everyone. Just you.

Leo: Yeah, but it's a bunch of crap. You hide behind this holier than thou attitude when you're no different than me.

Saira: [Scoffs] Excuse me?

Leo: Yeah, you act like your way is the only way, too.

Saira: No. I believe in other ideologies.

Leo: Bull, bull! Bull, yes, yes. You want people to think that you're open.

Saira: No.

Leo: Yes. But you're just as pig-headed as I am. At least I can admit it.

Saira: You know what. Thank you for the psychoanalysis, Doctor.

Leo: You know, for someone who's so in touch with her emotions, you really know how to shut down.

Saira: Who's shut down?

Leo: You are.

Saira: And you're scared as hell.

Leo: You wanna bet?

Saira: Yeah, I do wanna bet.

[Saira and Leo kiss]

Robin: [Sighs] How did it go?

Patrick: Fairly straightforward. We drained the fluid. We relieved the pressure on the brain.

Robin: Thank God. My dad couldn't have been in better hands.

Patrick: Robin.

Robin: No, I'm serious. If I was in there, I would have lost it, so thank you so much. Thank you.

Patrick: There's something I want to tell you.

Robin: What?

Patrick: The fluid was removed, but that wasn't your dad's problem.

Robin: Just say it. What?

Patrick: When we were in there, we found a tumor.

On the next "General Hospital: Night Shift" --

Robin: Just when I start to feel like a grown-up, my dad flows back into my life.

Robert: I'm just trying to protect you from getting your heart broken.

Robin: I feel like a whining 12-year-old all over again. I'm going to be a mother. All of a sudden, I feel like his little girl. What happens if I lose my father?

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