The original post: /r/television by /u/Kinsbane on 2026-02-15 05:56:55+00:00.
I love this show so fucking much.
The way Al-Hashimi is trying to introduce AI into the healthcare system. The way Santos is trying to deal with Al-Hashimi’s bullshit with charting and AI.
But Louie dying just fucking SENT ME and reminded me of when I helped my mom in her final days in hospice, in the ER. I remember begging the hospice staff to let me help my Mom, and them, to care for her, because I am her son. And I guess I wasn’t fully cognizant of what I was witnessing as she just… kind of gave up trying even though she kept telling me she was trying.
The remembrance the Pitt crew had for Louie at the end of the recent episode; the way Whitaker was hit hardest by Louie felt so very profound.
My mom was overseen by a surgeon who was a former Army Captain combat medic. And I’ll never forget when he was talking to me, my mom, and my dad, on Christmas Eve while my mom was in the hospital, about how my dad saved my mom’s life (at the time).<!
I just love the passion that the crew, and the actors, especially Noah Wyle have for this show are so prevalent in the final outcome.
TV and film doesn’t need to end up “happy” - it just needs to resonate to help certain members of the audience cope, or deal, or whateverthefuck, with whatever they’re going through. Happy endings are great - but good storytelling means you can still tell a somewhat-sad story with a not-so-great outcome but have it still be impactful to a certain block of your audience.
For me, this latest episode of The Pitt hit that mark. It helped me reflect on the trauma I didn’t realize I was going through when my mom spent months in the ER, ICU, and hospice care.
But, what it did do, is helped me understand what trauma care workers have to go through to make sure that people are taken care of, to the best of their ability, despite lack of resources.