Lucy locates Mr. Clayton; Conni has set him up in a bed with an oxygen mask over his face. Lucy explains to him that the flu has impaired his breathing. He says something inaudible, and she takes the mask off so that he can tell her, "It ain't just the flu." She says that he's right -- that he also has congestive heart failure, and that they'll need to intubate him. He refuses, politely. She asks if he has someone she can call. He says that all his friends are homeless -- "no phones" -- and when she asks after family, he says he has none. She tells him again that he should go on a ventilator, and he says, "And why would I take medical advice from a girl who doesn't know enough to PUT her hair UP?" Okay, he doesn't. He says, "No. Thank you. Always hoped I might die in a warm bed with clean sheets, if it's all the same to you." She places the mask back over his face.

The films are back on Connor and it seems that he has "non-specific bowel gas pattern." Mrs. Connor says, "So it's not another adhesion?" Apparently not. Carol comes in to announce that the blood gas is back, and reads off some numbers that Mrs. Connor divines add up to "respiratory alkalosis," and Luka says that it is, partly, but it's also, "an acidosis. It's complicated." Carol asks whether Mrs. Connor's a nurse, and she says that she's just read "every book and every internet article on chalasia." Luka asks whether, the last time she brought Connor to the hospital, they did an "upper GI" on him. She says they did, six months ago, because they thought he might have a gastric outlet blockage. Realizing the extended implications of the question, she asks, "You're not going to have to do that again, are you?" Luka tells her it's the only way to rule out an obstruction. She says that the last time it was terrible; he couldn't swallow the barium, they had a hard time getting the tube down his throat, and so on.

Luka: I know that Connor has been through a lot, but he has a severe metabolic disorder, and we have to find out what's making him sick. And I'll be as gentle as possible.
Sars: How can you refuse that?
Wing Chun: You don't have to be gentle.
Sars: Yeah, we like it rough!

Mrs. Connor seems reassured, and says, "Okay."

Finch approaches Marty's bed. She gives him an expectant look. He bluffs for a minute, and she asks him where he gets "the dirty needles." Marty asks what she means. She says, "Marty, I know." He starts to panic, and tells her that she can't tell his dad, because he won't understand. She tells him that he can't use dirty needles, for all the usual reasons. She warns him in particular about HIV, and he says that he stole the needles from his grandmother, who is diabetic. She asks, "Why are you doing this?" He says that kids who have crooked teeth get braces, and his mother had laser surgery on her eyes. Finch smirks a little at his youthful hijinx, until he ends by asking, "Why can't I use hormones?" Her face falls and she demands, "For what?" "To grow taller," Marty explains. Finch clarifies (for those of us in the audience) that he's injecting human growth hormones, and asks where he gets them. Marty protests that they're not illegal. She plays Basil Exposition some more -- saying that you can't get HGH without a prescription -- and asks where he gets them.