The gang is sitting a hotel lobby waiting on the last member of their party to go to dinner. They are in the midst of a medical conference in San Diego. Campbell drums his thumbs on the surface of the coffee table in front of him. Angus interrupts the awkward silence between the group of doctors.

"Do you think Dr. Rorish is still planning on going with us? I haven't seen her since late morning," Angus asks.

"She was headed up to the room after the mid-afternoon break. She said she wasn't feeling great, and was going to go lay down for a while," Campbell recalls.

"I just got a text from Rox she said that Ariel is panicking because she can't get ahold of Leanne," Willis waves his phone.

Mario offers a heavy exhale, "I saw her going up to her room when I was getting off the elevator. My gut said something was off."

"I'll go check on her," Willis offers.

"I'll go," Campbell suggests.

"Why you?" Angus queries.

"Because none of us have her room key. For all we know she could have slipped in the bathtub or something. My room is right next to hers. They are adjoining. If she left the door unlocked I should be able to get in," Will explains.

"We'll wait down here," Willis agrees.

Campbell heads across the lobby to the elevator. His pulse begins to race as he finally reaches the twelfth floor. He hops off the elevator, and makes a beeline to his room.

In the lobby Savetti is chewing on his thumbnail pacing. Angus elbows him as he passes by.

"What's bothering you?"

He shakes his head, and shrugs, "In one of our sessions she asked me to swap seats with her. A guy came in at the last minute, and sat at the other end of the row. It was loud, and I couldn't fully hear what she was saying, but I think that she said something along the lines that he was bad news."

Willis's head snaps up from the screen of his phone, "Did she tell you his name?"

"Uh… J something… it was Jenkins I think."

Angus shakes his head, "James Jenkins?"

"Yeah," Mario responds, "How did you know that?"

"One time when we were having a slow day I asked her if she ever had to dismiss anyone. She explained that ninety percent of candidates that didn't stick it out entered other residencies or washed out. She mentioned him by name, and said that he was a predator. I guess he had some run-ins with other staff members. She said that he was the only person she ever worked with that made her really uneasy, and not because lack of his skills," Angus explains.

Inside his room Dr. Campbell looks at the closed door that separates his room from Leanne's. He knocks on the door.

"Dr. Rorish, are you in there?" He listens carefully but hears no response. Her phone begins ringing. The ringtone is Ariel's voice saying, "Mom, wake up!" over, and over again. He calls out again, "Dr. Rorish? Leanne are you in there?" His gut is practically in his throat at this point. He pulls open the door, and breathes a single sigh of relief when he realizes that her door is open. The room is dark, as none of the lights are on, and the blinds, and curtains are both drawn. He steps inside the room. Immediately he identifies the smell of blood.

"Are you in here?"

He hears coughing. He fumbles around until he locates a lamp to flip on. He finds Leanne in the center of the room lying on the bed. The first thing he notices is a scalpel pinning her hand to a pillow. In an instant he is next to the bed. There is blood on the pillows, and smattered on the bed clothes. He presses his finger to her neck. She gasps, and sputters. Her eyes fly open in bewilderment.

"Leanne, it's Will. Look at me. Can you hear me?"

"Yes," she barely manages a harsh whisper.

He pulls out his phone, and dials 9-1-1. He tries not to inundate her with questions, and to assess her in silence. He can tell that she is struggling to maintain consciousness. He's unsure if it is from blood loss, or injury. Once he's hung up the phone she's able to string together another response. He approaches her with his bare hands to apply pressure to the wound he can see on her chest.

"I am a crime scene."

He stares into her eyes, and takes a step back. "I am going to wait right here until EMS gets here. Okay? I am not going to leave you."

"Angel…" she struggles.

"Angels?"

"No. Dust."

He racks his mind trying to piece together her thoughts. "Angel dust? As in scopolamine?"'

"Yes," her voice cracks as she struggles to regulate her breathing.

Twenty minutes later she is flying through the door of an ER. Since none of them are her next of kin they won't allow any of them to stay with her. Will nearly takes out the attending. They sit in the waiting room on pins and needles. They watch helplessly as the police go in, and out of the ER.

Hours later Leanne sits in a room on the edge of an ER dressed as a patient. A knock on the door registers her attention. A surgeon enters the room. The last one in a long line of personnel to assess her. At first she doesn't even attempt to look up. Her glance is fixed on her hand which rests on a pillow at her side.

"Leanne," a familiar voice interrupts her downward spiral. She meets his glance, and for the first time since entering the ER she doesn't want to bolt out the door.

"Cole," she responds in a somber tone.

"Can I look at your hand?" He questions as he scoots over a stool.

"Please."

He lowers the side rail, and offers her a gloved hand. She holds her hand palm up. He rests it on his knee as he examines it. There are six stitches on her palm beneath her third digit. He asks her to move her fingers, and open, and close them.

"I looked at the scan. The tendons in your hand were narrowly missed. Another millimeter to the left or right would be a very different outcome right now. I don't think that you need surgery. I am going to recommend that you rest your hand, and then you will have to do some physical, and maybe even occupational therapy to restore hand function."

"Please discharge me."

"They want to keep you overnight for observation."

"It is unnecessary."

"They are concerned about the possibility of internal bleeding. Some of the puncture wounds were relatively deep."

"And I am leaving with a room full of doctors. I don't want to stay here."

"I'll sign the discharge papers."