In the OR, Romano is multitasking -- simultaneously operating on Mr. Barnes and busting Benton's chops. Benton, as always, is able to convey his apathy, even with half his face covered by a mask. He reminds Romano that he's still on shift in the ER, and Romano snipes that Benton should have throught of that before he operated on Mr. Barnes. Romano then asks a nurse to swab his forehead and turn down the heat; Shirley informs him that the thermostat says the room is 68±. No surprise, Romano's schadenfreude has come back to bite his tiny ass. Benton suggests that Romano may have the flu. Romano declares that he doesn't get sick, and Shirley suggests drily, "Maybe you're going through The Change." Heh. Benton offers to finish up. Romano refuses, and bitches some more.

Connor and Mrs. Brant are back in their curtain area. Luka comes in looking grave. Mrs. Brant asks what he found, and he says there's no obstruction, and the study was negative. She asks what they do, in that case, and he suggests a CT scan. She sits up straighter and asks, "What about endoscopy?" Luka takes a long pause, apparently to allow him time to thank God, silently, for putting Carol Hathaway in his life, and tells Mrs. Brant that he's reluctant to put Connor through "another invasive procedure" unless it's absolutely necessary. Getting more anxious, she firmly says that she feels they're wasting time, and that a surgeon should see Connor. Luka says a surgeon will see him after the scan. She compulsively pets Connor's head. Luka regards them for a moment, and leaves.

Sars: Ugly kid.
[cut to Connor]
Wing Chun: He knows you said that, and he's saaaaaaad.
Sars: He should be -- God carved his face out of a potato.

Lucy stands by Mr. Clayton's bed as Conni updates her on his status, which doesn't sound good. Lucy tells Conni to put him on "a 100\% non-rebreather mask" and asks Mr. Clayton whether there's anything else she can do to make him more comfortable. Mr. Clayton says, "My lunchbox." She finds a lunchbox on the chair among his other belongings, holds it out ahead of her as if it's white with maggots, and asks, "This?" No, the other lunchbox, Betty. Mr. Clayton tells her there's $118 in it, and asks her to "give it to [his] friends." She asks if there's a shelter to which he wants it to go, and he makes a disgusted noise and tells her just to throw it off the roof. "Throw the money off the roof?" she asks slowly. Mr. Clayton says that if she does, his friends will find it. She smiles a little at the funny dying homeless man and his silly last request.