In the trauma room...dude, that poor baby. Wheeze Baby's hair is all sparse and patchy over his little head, and amid all the huge, loud machines, he looks teeny and vulnerable. Also, he looks human, unlike a certain toaster with eyes I could name. (Oh, fine: Rex, who's probably down at the chrysanthemum show with Weaver. "You should totally get that one." "Rex, don't be ridiculous; that would completely overwhelm my garden." "DO IT! Or incur my WRATH!" "You promised you wouldn't do that if I let you out of my purse." "I promised nothing, rat-brain! Oh, hey, corndogs!") Benton says that it sounds like pneumonia, and that he doesn't even know how to do pediatric intubations, and asks where Finch is. Malik says she took a kid to PICU, and Benton tells him to get her back. He asks Lisa what size tube; she tells him they use two and a half in the delivery room, but he says he needs something bigger: "Three. Three and a half?" he asks Malik, who's all wide-eyed, "I don't know!" Benton can't get the tube in. Lisa tells him to paralyze Wheeze Baby, but Benton doesn't know what the dose is. Malik tells him, unhelpfully, that he needs to know Wheeze Baby's weight. Finch appears and asks what's going on; he tells her it's a difficult intubation. Finch springs into action, estimating Wheeze Baby's weight with a tape of some kind, and totally taking over, symbolically emasculating Benton in the process.
Haleh comes in and asks Benton (but asks in that particularly Haleh-ish fashion, whereby she's not so much asking as telling) whether he wants to close to paramedic traffic. Benton's like, "That's the smartest thing I've heard all day," even before she lists, "No monitored beds, and we're boarding five ICU patients." Benton decisively tells her to close the ER to paramedics. Overhearing as they walk by, Carter asks, "Are you sure you want to do that?" and exposits that "the media" has been critical of County's closures lately. Benton snottily asks Carter what he would do, and Carter admits that it's a tough call. Chuny, on the phone, tells Benton that South Side Urgent Care wants to send a patient, but Benton passes the buck, telling her, "Haleh says we're closed to transfers." I guess they had to cut the scene where Haleh graduated from medical school, worked several years as an intern and then a resident, and finally achieved the position of attending. But, good for her! I always knew she had it in her. Chuny yelps that it's just a backache, and begs Benton to take the phone and talk to the other doctor, but Benton growls, "Fine! Fine! Fine! Send him!" Haleh yells, "So? Do we close? And don't ask me -- they don't pay me enough to run this place." Heh. Elizabeth interrupts to say that Dispatch found Mark et al. on the south side, and that there were no casualties. Benton shuffles through charts as Haleh persists, "Well...? Well...?" Benton is confused and busy. He's overwhelmed. I get it. I swear, I do. I hire the skywriter from last week's episode of Ed to write "I GET IT" over the Sun-Times building. Roger Ebert actually takes the stairs to the roof and yells, "I THINK SHE GETS IT." And he's right. I DO. I GET IT.