It's all very involved and delivered with minimum passion. Grace is a totally hollow character, so if they do end up bringing her back at some point, I hope the actress corrects that. She's a cold fish. A weird duck. A strange bird. And don't get me started on what she does to the badger's previously unsullied reputation. After lengthy protestations, Grace hikes up her sleeve and lets them peek again at her arm scars, but she remains blasé about them. "Grace, you have a fever and a borderline white count," he tells her, speculating that she's gotten an infection, perhaps from a dirty blade. When she tries to blame her condition on hunger, Susan asks, "So the eating disorder continues?" Grace is a bad liar. She backtracks that she's been cramming for exams, leaving little time for cramming food into her mouth. Her eyes dart nervously between the two doctors. Narrowing his eyes, his whole face falling in dismay, Carter quietly requests that Grace lift up her skirt. "Pardon me?" she gapes. Susan waits until Grace is firmly entangled in a spat with Carter, then yanks up her skirt to reveal one deep fresh cut above her knee, and several smaller ones around it. "You ASS!" shrieks Grace, covering herself up and grabbing her backpack. They detain her, with Carter going so far as to threaten to put her on a Psych hold -- unless she agrees to sit down and be honest, they'll get Security to bar her from leaving, on the grounds that she's a danger to herself. Grace wriggles away, but Susan accosts her. "Stop!" Grace wails. "You're blowing this way out of proportion." Gallant arrives, intrigued. "Why are you doing this?" Grace moans. "Because I know what it's like to need help when you least want it," Carter quietly confesses. Grace begs to be left alone, but her cool veneer has cracked, and it begins a rapid crumble the minute she spots Gallant watching the confrontation with interest. "What are you staring at?" she spits, irate. "You couldn't even diagnose thrombocytopenia." Guilty, Gallant averts his gaze. Susan calls for five ccs of Dropiderol. "No, no, no no, stop," screams Grace, sinking into a real tailspin and sagging slowly to the ground, hands flailing, face contorting and acting very much like a Popstars reject. "Don't touch me, don't TOUCH me! Please, please, you'll ruin everything!" Gallant gingerly approaches with the needle of medicine, and Grace whimpers in protest but lacks the strength to fight it. When the needle breaks through her skin, Grace weeps openly, hopelessly. Carter stands over her, exhaling tensely, having finally succeeded in teaching the youth of America that ambitious people are insane.
Episode Report CardHeathen: B+ | 285 USERS: C+
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