Vicky wants to touch her baby before it gets taken down, so Susan and Carter sigh and wheel him over to his mother. "Ohhh, he's beautiful," Vicky coos. Carter and Susan smile. Then Carter's like, "Yeah, whatever," and snaps back into action, wheeling the baby away. It's kind of funny, actually -- reminiscent of National Lampoon's Vacation, when Chevy Chase has just robbed the till at the Grand Canyon and then runs outside to hustle the family into the car to get away. Beverly D'Angelo's all, "Don't you want to enjoy the view?" So he puts his arm around her and stops, and gives a perfunctory satisfied smile at the view for three full beats, then goes, "Okay," and drags her off into the car. It's like that.
Carter orders Neela to truck the baby upstairs to the chamber. We cut back to a truly hideous long shot of Vicky watching her baby leave, legs still spread and the blue sheet hanging between them, stained with blood. It's profoundly disturbing, like she's just had rough sex gone wrong. And people think Janet Jackson's breast was bad? Susan tells Neela that she needs to do the time with the baby in the hyperbaric chamber, because she's done her NICU rotation and can handle it, and as an Attending Susan can't be gone that long. Neela blanches and asks how long it takes. "A couple hours. Is that a problem?" Susan asks innocently.