Mark tells Kyle and Linda that Viktor is stable, but breathing with help. He hopes the boy will wake up within twenty-four hours, and tells them that a social worker is en route to deal with them. Kyle bristles and trots after a fuming Mark, babbling an explanation that Mark doesn't want to hear. "We adopted Viktor in Prague last year," Kyle shares. "We were thrilled, but he hasn't connected with us." Mark wheels around. "Love and time -- that usually does the trick," he spits. Yeah, that did the trick with Rachel, all right. Mark lectures Linda and Kyle about putting their child in danger -- this from the man who is being blamed by his wife for putting their child in danger. He then storms off to hunt for more parallels.
Later, Elizabeth scouts the halls for Mark. Jerry tells her that Mark left, and that Susan is covering his shift, so Elizabeth sets her sights on Dr. Lewis and gets ready to pull the trigger on a bullet of self-righteous whining. She approaches Susan and requests a favor. Oh, and Gallant snags something to help warm the eggs, but nobody cares. Who came up with this pile of ass? Is this a special Easter egg misadventure? Is Gallant the Easter Bunny? I want to cry for him.
Elizabeth pulls Susan into a private nook and awkwardly -- yet startlingly politely -- begs to know where "my husband" is. Love that she uses that possessive term instead of his name. Very convenient, since they're barely married. Susan hedges and tries to escape. "I know there's something going on!" insists Elizabeth. "I know he's told you. I don't think I deserve to be left in the dark." Oh, you don't "deserve" anything, Elizabeth. You treated him shabbily and yet all of a sudden, you're a devoted and anxious wife. This whole episode is built around us having sympathy for her and for him and for their situation, yet the writers have already worked too hard to make her a shrill cow so that we'd feel for Mark. We can't do a total one-eighty now, no matter how hard they try to spin us. And if they spin me much harder I'm going to get nauseous and barf on their Prada loafers. Susan gulps and rasps that if Elizabeth truly used her noggin, she'd stumble upon the one thing that Mark might want to protect her from, and Sherry Stringfield's trying to get choked up, but it's insincere and she just looks like she wants the scene to end. Then we get an unflattering close-up of Alex Kingston.
Upstairs, Lizzie steps out of an elevator and into the Oncology ward, asking where Mark is. The nurse answers Elizabeth's worst fear by directing her to Mark's room and giving an in-depth explanation of the treatment he's undergone. Elizabeth eats her lip for nourishment and follows the nurse, as all sounds start to ring hollow in her head. She can barely focus. Finally, she sees Mark sitting in a chair in a darkened room. He spies her and sits up with a start, and we fade to commercial on Elizabeth staring at him sadly.