Lucy: You want me to help Ryan through his mom's death?
Denise: It'll only be a few months. A year, tops. Come on. It'll be fun. It'll be like having a really sad pen pal.
Lucy: What are you doing? You should help him.
Denise: Listen up, Seabiscuit. Th isn't my wheelhouse, okay? It's taken me a long time to get to a point that I can be there emotionally for a patient. You know how I do it? Every second that they're here, I remind myself that once they leave this hospital, either on their own or in a box, they're no longer my problem anymore. Out the door, out of my head. It's the only way it works for me.