We cut to the hospital and Sloane's slamming through the doors. He runs to Nadia's room and she's awake. Sloane goes to her and puts his hand on her shoulder. Ew. He turns to her doctor and asks what the doctor did. The doctor says he did nothing, that Nadia was just miraculously awake when the nurse did her rounds. "Dad?" whispers Nadia. "Where am I?" "You're gonna be okay, Nadia," he says. "You're gonna be okay." She kind of nods and wonders why the creepy man is touching her shoulder.
Grateful Dead Torture Room. Gordo's going through the worst acid trip known to man. "Well, his brain waves are all over the place," says Marshall. "Which might explain why his heart rate's off the charts. Maybe Twisted Sister was the wrong way to go." Sweetie, when has Twisted Sister ever been the RIGHT way to go? Jack orders Marshall to cut the music, and Marshall complies. He turns around and tells Jack that he may have messed up the drug mix, because whatever Gordo is hallucinating, it's scaring him to death. Jack says that they need to stabilize his vitals, but Marshall says they can't drug him anymore. "What do we need to do?" asks Syd. Well, Syd, I'm no expert, but I think poor Gordo needs an acid guide. Someone to walk him through his trip and make him feel safe. Someone to explain to him that people don't have flowerpots for heads and that music doesn't really have colors. I'm just guessing here. Marshall seems to agree with me, because he suggests that they need to make Gordo feel safe in his trip. "Maybe someone to comfort him," suggests Marshall. Jack looks at Syd and Syd looks back at Jack like, homie? Gordo killed Vaughn. How can I possibly be comforti-- oh, fine. I'll do it. God.
Gordo is in the deep throes of an acid trip when he jerks around and sees Syd, sitting next to his chair. He totally freaks out. "Shhhh," says Syd. "I'm not gonna hurt you. I know you're scared. Just relax." "They want me dead," spits Gordo. "They'll kill me." Syd assures him that she won't let that happen. "I'm taking care of you now," she says. That is exactly what my first acid coach, Chez, told me. She also fed me Teddy Grahams. Yum. Oh. Am I sharing too much? ["Drugs are bad, kids. Bad!" -- Sars] Syd's coaching seems to be working on Gordo, because his heart rate is coming down, according to Marshall.













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