At a swish Chinese restaurant, Pratt's led to a table where Chen's sitting with her parents. She introduces them and tries to explain that they invited themselves along to dinner. "Hope you don't mind," she says uncomfortably. Pratt handles it smoothly and kisses her on the cheek before sitting down. Everyone either looks uneasy or fixes a tight smile to his or her face. Chen, it's worth noting, looks so stupid. She's got a feathered hairdo worthy of Charlie's Angels, but in a bad way, and she still looks like a walking frown.
Susan is calmly telling Elle that her treatment appears to be helping when Neela bursts in, babbling about how Cardio told her to come listen to a tricuspid regurge murmur, or somesuch tomfoolery. Elle blanches. "A WHAT?" she shrieks. "Is that what I have, is something wrong?" Susan shits a house the Big Bad Wolf couldn't blow down, and ushers Neela outside before Elle's parents sue them for disobeying their orders to treat Elle like an idiot. "This is not a good teaching case," Susan says. "She's a girl who's about to find out she's going to die a slow, horrible death." Neela's stunned that Elle doesn't already know. Susan tries to explain, but she spies Malarkey chowing down on a sandwich that's sitting on Old Man Crabby's tray. He finally got his sandwich, and he passed out. Isn't that always the way? Through a mouthful of tuna, Malarkey chokes that Old Man Crabby wasn't eating it, so.... Susan scolds him, then realizes that all isn't quite right in OMC-ville. "Tell me he's sleeping," Malarkey pales. "Not unless he's taking a dirt nap," Susan spits. She detects a faint pulse and grabs an ultrasound, screaming for Corday. "While you were stealing his tuna, he was bleeding out from a triple A!" Susan yells. Holy shit. That's so...I have no idea what that means.