Eastern European crime syndicates...Mexican, Columbian, British, Australian, and
German weapons illicit traffickers, money launderers, and identity thieves have a vested
interest in keeping Sullivan's findings from ever seeing the light of day hen...
Paid hitmen contracted to murder Inspector Robert Sullivan of the Seattle PD: the contract was only partially fulfilled, as the target lies critically wounded in Grey Sloan's ICU. A gunshot wound to his head to his head caused a brain bleed, which the hospital's neurologists battle to bring under control.
Hughes: "GOD...his NECK! What does that mean, Lucas?"
Ripley: "He's been (swallow)...garotted as well as shot."
(Herrera, bursting into the room; said a whisper shout)): SHOT! Who shot my husband?!"
Lucas: "The FUCK YOU CARE!", he hissed.
Hughes (a little heatedly):: 'Y'know; that's not helpful, Ripley!"
Warren: "Hey, HEY! It's very possible that he can hear us, guys."
Herrera: "Who's his doctor?"
Vasquez: "Why? AHORA es tu marido?!" (suddenly he's your husband?)
Herrera: "SABES QUE, Vasquez?! Tu sabes NADA de nuestro situacion!!" (You know what?! You know nothing about our situation!!)
Finch: "We know that you filed paperwork on him during a shift change!"
Bishop: "While we bicker and verbally smear one another how does that benefit Sullivan? No one in this room-NOT ONE can claim to have clean hands or to have lived pure or blameless lives. At least can we table all of that until later?"
Warren: "Can we direct our focus back to the CHIEF, please??" The rest quieted down. "ANDS...some of this is gonna be hard to hear...if you wanna step out"...
Herrera: "I'll be okay...I'll stay."
Warren: "OK. I've spoken to his docs and in layman's terms Chief is in a sort of 'void'; he's not feeling much pain-the brain has no nerve endings and therefore no pain receptors; the GSW to his collarbone has been repaired and he's highly sedated."
Herera: (somewhat impatiently): "What does all of that mean, Warren?"
Warren: His ICP-pressure inside the skull is currently 18mm Hg; at 20 mm Hg brain damage begins: 25 mm Hg is ah...fatal."
Herrera: "NO...NO!!"
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Ripley: "What can be done to prevent the ICP from...from reaching fatal levels?"
Warren: (quietly): Nothing."
Ripley: "NONE OF THIS is constructive for Sully or in any way conducive to his recovery!" Ripley barked, barely controlling his anger. "This man has been traumatised and re-traumatised again and again...a-and now he lies comatose in an ICU ward and may not survive!" (Andy lets out a garbled wail at this pronouncement). "If all you can offer is negativity find your way out!"
