And now a-wandering (spleen) we go! Susan's reading quietly in her hospital bed when in comes little Dr. Ron, along with the surgeon. The surgeon, it should be noted, has his arm in a full cast, which is propped up into the air with a brace, as though he's perpetually in the act of volunteering an answer. "I'm really looking forward to your surgery," he says, which is a semi-funny line, but the way he says it, for some reason, really makes me laugh. Susan: "And I'm really hoping you're a lefty." Dr. Arm: "Nope, can't even write my name. That's what I get for throwing my kid a roller-skating party." Dr. Ron and Dr. Arm laugh and laugh. Susan smiles weakly and says, "Fuh-knee," like a sad and weak robot. They look at each other for a few beats, like, "What?" Finally Susan spells it out for them: "Sooo, what about my surgery?" Dr. Arm tells her that he's still going to do it, only Dr. Ron is going to do the snipping. Dr. Ron: "With my hands and his brain, you've got the best of both of us." Aw, Dr. Ron is stupid! Susan nervously agrees to the plan.

Dr. Arm leaves the room, but Dr. Ron stays behind: you see, he has something he wants to give Susan. There's a lot of build-up here, so I'm all ready for a little velvet box, or at the very a least little black woman in a big silver box. So when the "ta-da!" moment of the gift-giving arrives and Dr. Ron motions for a nurse to come in (the same nurse, I think, who was off smoking the night Mrs. Solis had her big fall), and she comes in carrying...flowers, it's a little underwhelming. It's a huge, huge bouquet, granted. And it's very beautiful. But it isn't exactly worthy of all that preamble. Dr. Ron stutters some stuff about how he's been thinking and thinking about Susan and their "future together," but since clearly he's not the greatest at voicing his emotions, he's put it all in the card with the flowers. Susan goes to open the card, but Dr. Ron freaks out -- he can't be there when she reads it! -- and he evacuates the room. But Nurse Negligence keeps on standing there somewhat weirdly. Susan reads the card, and her eyebrows go way up and she says, "Wow." I don't think Susan is all that thrilled by the contents of her note! But Nurse Negligence is totally swept away by the moment, all smiles and sighs. And then she asks to see the note! Susan is understandably thrown by this invasion of privacy. Nurse Negligence frowns: "Well, I did help him pick out the flowers." They stare at each other for a few beats, then Susan gives in and hands over the card. Nurse Negligence reads the note and giggles and blushes, and then throws her head back and laughs hugely. Oh that witty, romantic Dr. Ron! And oh, what an uncomfortably weird nurse.