Introduction
JACK: Excuse me. Did you ever use a needle?
KATE: What?
JACK: Did you ever patch a pair of jeans?
KATE: I, uhm, I made the drapes in my apartment.
JACK: That's fantastic. Listen, do you have a second? I could use a little help here.
[Kate walks over to him.]
KATE: And with what?
JACK: With this.
[Jack shows her the wound, and she grimaces.]
JACK: Look, I'd do it myself, I'm a doctor, but I just can't reach it.
KATE: You want me to sew that up?
JACK: It's just like the drapes, same thing.
KATE: No, with the drapes I used a sewing machine.
JACK: No, you can do this. I'm telling you. If you wouldn't mind.
[Jack looks at her pleadingly.]
KATE: Of course I will.
JACK: Thank you. [handing her the little liquor bottle from his pocket] It's for your hands. Save me some for the, for the wound.
[Kate picks up a little sewing kit.]
KATE: Any color preference?
JACK: [laughing] No. Standard black.
[Jack dumps the vodka on his wound.]
KATE: I might throw up on you.
JACK: [shaking his head] You're doing fine.
KATE: You don't seem afraid at all. I don't understand that.
JACK: Well, fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a 16 year old kid, a girl. And at the end, after 13 hours, I was closing her up and I, I accidentally ripped her dural sac. Shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together, membrane as thin as tissue. And so it ripped open. And the nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I And the terror was just so crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. (He's crying). So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing, but only for five seconds, that's all I was going to give it. So I started to count: One, two, three, four, five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up and she was fine.
KATE: If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door.
JACK: No, I don't think that's true. You're not running now.
KATE: What?
JACK: Did you ever patch a pair of jeans?
KATE: I, uhm, I made the drapes in my apartment.
JACK: That's fantastic. Listen, do you have a second? I could use a little help here.
[Kate walks over to him.]
KATE: And with what?
JACK: With this.
[Jack shows her the wound, and she grimaces.]
JACK: Look, I'd do it myself, I'm a doctor, but I just can't reach it.
KATE: You want me to sew that up?
JACK: It's just like the drapes, same thing.
KATE: No, with the drapes I used a sewing machine.
JACK: No, you can do this. I'm telling you. If you wouldn't mind.
[Jack looks at her pleadingly.]
KATE: Of course I will.
JACK: Thank you. [handing her the little liquor bottle from his pocket] It's for your hands. Save me some for the, for the wound.
[Kate picks up a little sewing kit.]
KATE: Any color preference?
JACK: [laughing] No. Standard black.
[Jack dumps the vodka on his wound.]
KATE: I might throw up on you.
JACK: [shaking his head] You're doing fine.
KATE: You don't seem afraid at all. I don't understand that.
JACK: Well, fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a 16 year old kid, a girl. And at the end, after 13 hours, I was closing her up and I, I accidentally ripped her dural sac. Shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together, membrane as thin as tissue. And so it ripped open. And the nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta, spinal fluid flowing out of her and I And the terror was just so crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. (He's crying). So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing, but only for five seconds, that's all I was going to give it. So I started to count: One, two, three, four, five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up and she was fine.
KATE: If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door.
JACK: No, I don't think that's true. You're not running now.
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