Mark treats Julio, who was en route to his daughter's wedding when he collapsed. Apparently, he's got cardiac damage indicating that a heart attack started the previous night. Julio registers his approval of the diagnosis by puking all over the floor. They offer to call his daughter and explain his whereabouts, but Julio sadly insists she won't notice that he's not there to give her away.

CC tests positive for chlamydia. Carter insists that medicine can clear it up, but CC wonders if that will conflict with the protease inhibitors he's taking -- because he's HIV-positive. "Does Aisha know this?" Carter gasps. "No," CC says. Carter turns to leave, pauses briefly to weep for the future of mankind, and then trots away to try to save the day.

Dimon jauntily wheels himself around his room and raps for Aisha. "I was with a girl, her name is Lydia; she was so freak, she gave me chlamydia," he free-styles. Aisha isn't amused. She didn't wear her best fuchsia fur for this shit. This actress still looks uncomfortable trying to play a sistah. Carter enters and asks Aisha to leave, so Dimon sends her off to get him a root beer. Do gangstas drink root beer? I guess gangstas are people, too. Dimon's all, "Whasssaaaap, a'iiiight?" He's overdoing it. It's as though one of the writers was like, "How do black people talk?" and thought watching Dolemite would be good research. Somberly, Carter closes the door and breaks the news that Dimon Z got da damn HIV. Dimon bristles. "I don't do needlez and I ain't no faggot," he insistz, yo, wooooord up. Carter wants to test Aisha, but Dimon refuses. "Da high-five iz heavy," he breathez. Dude, yo, bro.

Aisha reenters with a grape soda instead of root beer. This pushes Dimon over the edge. He can't be expected to recuperate in such horrific conditionz. "This is messed UP!" he screams, grabbing an enormous beige mink coat with one hand and Aisha with the other. Carter follows them out of the room, pleading with Aisha to stay and get tested for some STDs. She's clearly scared, but Dimon's grip is too strong. CC appears and chases Dimon. "You got it, didn't you?" he yells. "You gotta come clean! We're past the frontin' here, dawg!" Lord. This dialogue is so BAD. Dimon hauls off and punches CC in the face, laying him out on the hospital floor. Aisha's confused. "Are you trippin'?" she screams. "We're ghost," Dimon growls, leaving. That shit is WACK, brah.