The next morning, over at Susan's House of Lies and Crushing Embarrassments, Dr. Young knocks on the door, and a bed-messed Susan opens the door wearing slippers and a cute kimono-style robe. Dr. Young tells her he needs to talk to her, and "it's not the kind of talk you can have over the phone." Susan: "Are you sure? 'Cause I would look a lot better over the phone right now." Dr. Young, with ominous nervousness, tells her that her test results came back. Oh my god, is Susan really sick? I knew it! Irony loves opportunity, and Susan could not have tempted fate more, lying like she did about having those symptoms! Except...no. It turns out that the real reason Dr. Young came over so very early in the morning was because her MRI came back clear of any troubling data, and he's been worrying and worrying about what else could have caused her symptoms. Wow, is it possible that he likes her? Because what other reason is there for a doctor to make a house call when he basically has zero news to report? Sigh. Finally Susan's guilt kicks in, and she confesses that she faked all her symptoms just to get more face time with the good doctor. Dr. Young is suitably irritated. Susan tries to explain: "I'm just not the best at meeting men, and I thought you were cute, and I sort of thought you thought I was cute. And you're a doctor, and that's sooo sexy..." Dr. Young, yelling now: "So I was up all night, worried sick, digging through medical books. Trying to find some mysterious disease that doesn't really exist?" Oh, the disease does exist, my little Dr. Young, and its name is "Susan Mayer." Selective-hearing Susan hones in on the "worried sick" sliver of Dr. Young's tirade, and her heart-cockles start to warm. "Really?" she asks. "You were up all night?" Dr. Young, still yelling: "Yes! I don't enjoy telling people I think they're going to die, especially people I like!" Susan: "YOU LIKE ME?" Oh Lord. Susan asks, "But what about your girlfriend?" But Dr. Young doesn't have a girlfriend. The woman who called during Susan's MRI was just someone he went on one date with, and she was calling to get a "referral to a dermatologist: she's got eczema!" Huh? What?
Dr. Young stomps out to his car, and Susan runs after him: "Maybe we could go out some time?" Wow, ballsy! And also? Needy! Dr. Young spins around, nostrils flared, and he sure does look like he's going let her have it. But no! Instead he asks, "Do you like sushi?" Psych! Susan, of course, loves sushi; in fact, she's available tomorrow night! Dr. Young: "No, no, no. Tomorrow's no good, I'll still be angry." Ha! But he "should be cooled down by Friday." Susan deems it a date! Before Mr. Young toots along, though, he informs Susan that her MRI did reveal one thing: she has a "wandering spleen." Clearly the playful Dr. Young is revenging himself upon Susan by feeding her a made-up ailment to worry about. But...wandering spleen? That's a little "eh." I think the doctor (by which I mean the writers) could have come up with something more compelling than that. But anyway, Susan and Dr. Young are ON. My diagnosis? Disaster!