Events throughout Chicago continue to crumble with each passing hour. Scarlett is busy pulling several cases to help to alleviate the patient's misery. She leaves Amber at home as riots threaten the entire Chicago metro area.

On this night at the hospital, Scarlett is beyond exhausted. More people arrive from the outbreaks of riots with the police. At the same time, overdose cases pour in by the dozens to line the hallways. People suffer and are left strapped to their gurneys.

Checking her rounds on the floor, she's hit with sorrow when a new patient arrives. A homeless fourteen-year-old Puerto Rican girl was arrested for breaking and entering. Out in the triage area, Scarlett hopes to ease the frightened girl's worries and discomfort.

"Hi there, I'm Scarlett, your RN. Is there anything I can do to make this easy for you, honey?" Scarlett keeps her eyes on the paperwork waiting for a response.

The young girl's voice is shaky and rattled. "I'm so cold and hungry..."

It begins to break Scarlett's heart instantly to where she just wants to hold her to keep her safe.

"She gets nothing but a ride to the big house once she's medically cleared." A police officer announces against the wall, shaking the bed.

"Um, excuse me, officer, if she is hungry, she is at least entitled to a meal. Don't tell me how to do my job if a patient asks for something easy like a meal. I won't tell you how to arrest people." Scarlett says to him, about to get in his face.

The officer pushes away from the wall coming closer to Scarlett.

"You got a little attitude problem, missy. How about I knock it out of you and put you in your place, little lady. Better yet, I'll put your sweet little ass in the kitchen. Right where you belong, honey." He threatens, placing his hands near her waist.

"Touch me and die; my brother-in-law is a federal agent. He'll have your head." She threatens before she sends her knee up, crushing his groin in a single strike.

Able to hear the commotion, officers around the triage area hurry over to where they hear their fellow officer groan on the floor.

"Get him out of here. He was going to rape me!" Scarlett yells, backing away from the officer.

"Sorry, ma'am, I'm sure he was playing hardball with no intentions to hurt you." A seasoned African American officer in charge steps between them to smooth over the situation.

"Trever man, you know we're shorthanded, and you gotta be threatening a nurse. Are you just plain stupid or crazy?" Get back to the station. I'll call it in and have you reassigned, now get!" He's scolded as officers chaperon him out of the hospital.

"Sorry ma'am, I'll stay here with you for now. Is there anything you need at all?" A fresh officer offers who just graduated from the academy.

Scarlett walks over to the bed, where the young teenager begins to moan plus toss and turn in her bed.

"Yes, I need someone to watch her while I get a sedative to calm her down. She's beginning the early stages of what I think is withdrawal. I only need someone to stay with her, please." Scarlett darts from the bedside to get what she needs.

By the time she arrives back and opens the triage certain she's stunned by what she sees.

"What happened?" She says in a state of shock, seeing the first few trickles of blood clots in the girl's eyes.

"I don't know. She stopped to flip-flop and started pulling, trying to scratch to her face with her hands." He explains, pretending to be startled at the sight of the teenager beginning to cry in agony.

"It hurts, oh God, it hurts! Someone makes it stop, please!"

The bloodcurdling shrieks travel throughout the ER, causing every available doctor and nurse to gather around the girl's room. Scarlett walks up to her and takes her by the hand.

"It'll be fine, sweetheart. I'm not going to leave your side." Scarlett whispers to give some sort of comfort.

Handing over the sedative, Scarlett switches hands and begins running her free hand through the girl's hair.

"It hurts so bad, miss nurse lady." She whispers as Scarlett watches the first tears lined with blood fall down her patients' cheeks.

"Just relax, I'm here now. It'll be fine in a little bit, I promise." Tears fill her eyes as she's going to see this young girl die.

Slowly more of the signs aligned of an overdose surface; Scarlett finds it challenging to stay in the room to witness a young life fade away.

"Just stay strong little one. It's almost over."

The monitors beep slowly as blood pressure, heart rate, and pulse decrease. The teenager begins to twitch as her vitals begin to bottom out faster.

"No, c'mon fight it!" Scarlett whispers in her ear, hoping she could be the first survivor from every case that's come through the door from the contaminated drug."

With hope diminishing, Scarlett calls out for help.

"I got an overdose coding. I need doctors over here, stat! Bring the Narcan; she's coding!" Her request falls upon deaf ears as it's too loud and chaotic for anyone to notice just one overdose case than the triage filled up with more people overdosing or coming in wounded.

"Hang on, sweetie, and I'll get the sedative," Scarlett tells her, trying to break her hand away from the girl as her symptoms go into overdrive. Unable to control her body; it shakes harder as more blood seeps from her eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

"No, no, no!" Scarlett screams once her hand is free, taking a step back, unable to take her eyes off the horrible sight.

That's when she walks to the bed to do something extreme. Time feels like it stops at the moment after Scarlett administers the sedative. Rather than allow the young lady to continue to suffer, Scarlett pushes the entire syringe into the IV.

The girl's body stops twisting seconds before she flat lines.

"I'm so sorry!" Scarlett whispers, sliding to the floor and covers her mouth with her hands, crying hysterically.

She sits there until it's noticeable that something is off by another passing nurse.

"Scarlett, are you alright?"

Unable to move, she gathers enough strength to speak.

"She's gone. That little girl is gone. Those damn monsters killed her. She's dead, gone, so young, and no one to call. I can't take this anymore, I've seen people die all the time, but this is too much, this is too cruel. I'm sorry I got to get home. I need to get away from this comatose nightmare."

Understanding her frustration, the nurse helps Scarlett to her feet. After she walks without shaking from her guilt, Scarlett goes to make her way out to her car.

"Hey, we're all overstressed lately. It's unreal. It's like something out of a poorly written underground novel, but without us, more are going to die." Her coworker reminds her.

Scarlett shrugs her shoulders, standing there with a hundred-yard stare in her eyes.

"I can't do it anymore, not here anyway. I wanna go home and get away from this madness."

Her coworker shakes her head, backing away so Scarlett can walk out the door. She disappears back into the triage area from the parking garage door.

Heading home Scarlett doesn't pay attention to any laws of the road. She speeds, dodging in and out of cars, running through stoplights, and stop signs. She can't fathom how to take her time to get home.

In such a hurry, Scarlett speeds through her community, eager to hold her daughter close as her heart continues to shatter.

Once she arrives and rushes into the house, she sees Amber asleep on the couch with the TV on.

"My sweet baby girl, I guess you can sleep tonight."

Amber is covered up with a throw blanket on the back of the couch. She overhears the news report on the chaos.

"Pandemonium has taken over the city. Reports of looting and gang turf wars have surfaced on most of the streets. We're still waiting here for the Illinois National Guard and reservist from Missouri to help regain some sort of control for the city." The female reporter states wearing a bulletproof vest.

The cameraman shifts to get a view of the street. Fires are broadcasted on several lower floors of nearby buildings. Out of nowhere, gunfire erupts right outside their location. A stray bullet crashes through the window, striking the cameraman as he crashes to the floor. The camera is still records live for the television audience.

"Oh, what we got here? You think you gonna hide from us. Hell, nah bitch, you coming with us!" A male voice can be heard.

"Let me go, you low-life thug!" The reporter screams as a scuffle can be heard.

After a couple of minutes of a scuffle, there's a warning is given by the perpetrators.

"Listen up bitch; you can either come with us and take what's coming to you. Or we can flat out shoot you right here. Either way, I'm taxing that ass."

"Yeah, ho, this can be easy, or you can be dead and violated. We don't care 'cause you are fine!" Another male voice calls out.

A ruckus travels in the air, followed by two gunshots. The audience listens as the thugs scream in shock. Members of the police riot squad arrive to rescue the reporter.

"Ma'am, you'll need to come with us." An officer commands, reaching for her.

"What about my partner? He's shot and barely breathing."

The officer calls in for EMT's to assist.

"This is officer 4-5-1-0; we need assistance."

Replies come in that it'll take some time to reach their location due to prior emergencies and priorities.

"Ma'am, sorry, it'll take some time. We can carry him to the triage trauma center located a couple of blocks down. We can't guarantee he'll make it to a hospital. Now come with us to the safety area."

They can be heard walking away as the feet of her dying cameraman scooting across the ground. The live broadcast comes to an end.

"More as it develops." The news anchor says from her desk in the studio.

Hours go by as the city continues to destroy itself. Unlike Baltimore's struggles, Damien's men are out within the chaos for first-hand control to keep the fire stoked.

It's another three and a half hours before the soldiers roll into the city. Fierce battles rage throughout the city harder than before. Authorities are stretched thin as fighters are armed with automatic weapons.

"This is insanity!" A soldier calls out to his C.O."

"PFC Anderson, keep pushing forward. You're a highly trained US soldier. Push through these street punks." Captain Sanders commands.

With the unit beginning to push forward, they're told to pull back after an explosion.

"Fall back! They're using bombs. Fall back and regroup!" The captain calls out with his unit retreats for cover.

Extreme measures are taken when the military advances through the lonely street thugs. Damien's men begin a campaign to take out the military, but their attempts fall short once they're encircled after hours of harsh bloodshed dwindling their numbers.

While she sits in her chair, continuing to watch the world spin further into chaos, Scarlett's phone begins to vibrate in her top scrub pocket.

"Hey, baby, everything okay?" A tired and weary James asks.

"No, it's horrible. I watched a young girl die a little while ago. I have just seen a war wage on the news, so no, I'm far from alright. It would help if you came home. I need you here!" Her frantic tone digs deep into James as he's wide awake now.

"I'll come home soon, I promise. For now, I'll do what I can to end this mess," James says to comfort Scarlett.

That's all it takes to send her over the edge.

"NO! You did not sign up for this. Come home, let the 'hero' handle this on his own from now on; please, I need you here." She yells, nearly waking Amber.

James is delighted to hear he's welcomed back home with a heavy sigh but knows he has no choice but to refuse.

"I can't right now. The team needs me and let me do what I do best and find my brothers. Now make yourself a drink and get some rest. If you want to quit your job, you can and stay home. We have more than enough to hold us over for a while." James conveys, trying to work out a deal.

"Fine, I'm done seeing people die. I need to be here until this is over. Go, do your thing, and come home. I need you. I love you, James, with everything I have. I always have and always will love you."

"I love you too, Scarlett. I'm sorry it will never happen again." James tells her, feeling guilty about cheating on her.

They each hang up feeling a little better about trying to work through their issues.

Out of his bed, James gets the keys to the SUV to work his magic on his keyboard, hacking into crucial satellites. His work carries on well into the early morning hours.

"That should do the trick. Now I can trace Justin and Alex down hopefully." He creates a system of interchangeable codes that recycles every two and a half minutes, searching through every security camera for their vehicles.

Able to head back to the guest bedroom, James smiles, feeling an odd sense of relief as he settles in bed for a few more hours, prepared to get back on the road.