Dr. De Raad tells a frustrated Susan that he's got no room for Chip upstairs. Susan reminds him that Chip carved the word "evil" into his forehead to scare people away from him, but De Raad claims Chip isn't suicidal and hasn't hurt anyone. Except himself, dumb-ass. "Fine. Let's toss him your son," Abby snaps. Damn, that's nasty and inappropriate, but I have to say it -- good one, Abby. Susan shushes her. "What? This guy needs to be kept away from children. You can't rehabilitate molesters," Abby insists. De Raad points out that only imagined molestation has taken place, and that you can't commit people for thoughts. Which is a relief, because I'd be in a straitjacket for the number of times the cast of Dawson's Creek has gone up in flames in my mind. Susan swears Chip will attack a child the second he is released from the hospital. "This is our chance to intervene, to protect future victims," Susan pleads. "He's clearly a threat to others." De Raad won't dance with her until Chip confesses to something -- articulates a plan of some kind -- so a fatigued Susan agrees to talk to her patient one more time.

Chen sends away the mathletes, thus ending yet another Tertiary Medical Nothing of the Week. Pratt begins flirting with Chen about how he was on the real teams in school, and that means he's well-hung. Chen's all, Wow, may I sniff your jock, hot stuff? And Pratt's like, Let's nail in the break room, and Chen bats her eyes as if to say, Again? And Pratt's going, There's a fire in my loins, and Chen's wordlessly promising to put it out with her tongue, and the welt on my head grows and grows as I repeatedly smash it into the television set. Gallant runs up looking for Weaver because Old Man Gilman's libido is apparently more powerful than his heart. "Coco and Captain Viagra," giggles Chen. Jerry theorizes that the crazier the woman, the hotter the sex, which means Anne Heche must be the world's best banger. Gallant wants someone from Legal to come down and help him with whatever situation has brewed. Gosh, gee, I hope they tell us what that is. A call comes through for Pratt; he answers it, then panics slightly, slams it down, and orders Chen to cover for him. "Not again! For how long? PRATT?" she shouts. But he's gone.

Weaver sits in the drug lock-up, jarringly enough curled up into something resembling the fetal position. Abby passes and spies her in there; she immediately enters. "How long have you been cramping?" Abby asks. "About an hour," Weaver says emptily. The bleeding has also increased. Abby offers to contact Sandy, but Weaver shakes her head. "She's at work," she says. "She'd want to be with you," Abby suggests. I know Weaver is Ms. Professional and she doesn't want to make a scene, but I really wish the show had made use of Sandy in this episode. Even just a little bit. Abby tries to get Weaver upstairs for a D&C, but Weaver panics, unwilling to leak news of her miscarriage throughout the hospital. "Just page me if the OB resident comes down for another consult," she says, breathing shakily. Abby pauses, then announces she's calling a doctor. Go, Abby! Weaver's in too much pain to fight her.