Pratt sidles up to Chen and flirts that it's her turn to buy him lunch. They elbow each other and grin and blush and so I suppose it's true that they're dating, which is fine as long as there's no visible tongue involved. Our two intrepid security guards finally corral him so that they can speak to Pratt very sternly about his gun-smuggling. We're spared the explanation. Instead, we see an alarmed Susan realize that Chip is no longer at her side. "Dammit," she curses, trotting off to play pedophilic Hide-And-Seek. "I know they don't do this on Third Watch," she thinks.
Weaver hustles into an exam room and closes the blinds, nervously grabbing her stomach. Unbuttoning her pants, Weaver lubes up her belly and gives herself an ultrasound. The camera pans around to a shot of Weavus looking rather still; then we see Weaver's face slowly falling. She adjusts the angle and is met with total silence. Suddenly, the door opens, and Abby bursts through, stopping short with a shocked expression when she sees what Kerry is doing. To her credit, she swallows the surprise. "Excuse me, I need the SonoSite," Abby says quietly. Kerry doesn't even look at her. "I can't find the heartbeat," Kerry quavers. "Here, let me try," Abby offers gently. "How many weeks?" Kerry answers, "Fourteen," but her voice trails off. The Weavus is silent. "Nothing," Abby says. "I'm sorry...It's not there." Kerry's eyes slowly start to fill; she knows sweet Weavus is a goner. "Are you bleeding?" Abby asks. "A little," Kerry whispers, dazed. "I thought I was just spotting." Abby, clearly affected, calmly offers to call OB for her, but Kerry moves slowly back into Weaver mode and insists that she only needs a clean pair of scrubs. "I think it's better if it happens naturally," she says. Abby advises her to go home, but Weaver won't. Sensing that Kerry needs to be alone, Abby slips out the door. Kerry stares into space, alone, struggling to keep tears from spilling from her wet eyes.
A dishy Italian woman struts into the ER in a dress that announces both her breasts and her ass to the world. Jerry, Pratt, and Gallant all hear the call of the estrogen bullhorn, Gallant to the point that he adorably fumbles his clipboard. The woman introduces herself as Coco, Old Man Gilman's wife and the parking spot for the penile artifact that was the instrument of his heart failure. Stunned, Gallant regains enough composure to escort Coco to her husband's bedside. Abby passes just then and tsks at Jerry and Pratt, "If you stare any harder, her ass is going to burst into flames." Jerry leers, "I'll put that fire out." Pratt licks his lips. "Stop, drop and roll," he drools.