OR. Benton's operating on Blind, Stupid Biker when Robert "Rocket" Romano comes in and demands to know what's taking Benton so long. Benton jargons some stuff that isn't really important. Romano asks, "Are you suturing with your left hand?" Benton says he is, and claims, "I'm ambidextrous." Romano snaps, "The hell you are. I've seen third-year medical students sew faster. Let me see you use your right hand." Benton does something we can't see. As Romano gowns himself, he sniffs, "Uh huh. What happened?" Benton reluctantly admits, "I may have bruised my wrist." Romano asks how, and Benton says he fell to an outstretched hand. Romano pronounces that the "perfect mechanism for a fracture" and orders Benton to "get [his] hands out of the field." Benton's all, "What?" Romano tells Benton to hold out his hands with his fingers spread. Benton crankily complies. Romano feels along Benton's right forearm; Benton involuntarily winces when Romano gets to his hand. Romano gleefully detects "point tenderness in the snuffbox" -- which I would guess is the meaty part of the palm, just below the thumb -- and diagnoses a "scaphoid fracture." Romano tells him to scrub out. Benton whines that he's "almost done." Romano corrects him: "No, Peter, you are done. If this poor devil had some acceptable complication and his lawyers discovered his surgeon was operating with his wrong hand, we both might as well bend over." Benton takes off, pouting. Romano calls after him that it's a good thing Benton isn't a racehorse, since if he were he'd have to be shot. Ha. [cough] What is it with this hospital that every single person on staff is such an insane workaholic? Elizabeth wouldn't take time off when she was sick. Mark wouldn't take time off when he was sick. Last year Carter ended up getting hooked on painkillers so that he could continue to work when he was sick. Take a day off, Benton, god! Your job will still be here when your wrist is no longer fucking killing you! Maybe that's why I'm liking Dr. Dave more and more these days; he seems like the only one who acts the way most people do in the workplace -- annoying, obnoxious, lazy, but generally competent and tolerable. As soon as Benton's emerged from the OR, a nurse runs up to him and tells him, "Your wife's here." Benton tells her he isn't married, and she says, "I'm sorry -- Carla." Benton asks where she is; the nurse says that Carla's on the third floor, and that her breasts are on the fourth and fifth floors.