Benton spots Roger in the hospital waiting room, and curiously goes to meet him. "I guess I should say congratulations," Roger grieves. "Did you really get a new job?" Peter can't believe Roger wants to call him a liar again; Roger can't figure out why Peter is working on Christmas Eve. "It's my last shift," Benton says, defensively. "What's your excuse?" Roger hands him two presents for Reese. He turns to leave, empty and alone. Benton, warmed by the glow of the season and lulled into placidity by the call of other acting projects, offers to let Roger come over tomorrow and give Reese the gifts himself. Roger, the poor shlub, looks tickled. He thanks Peter warmly. "I'm not doing it for you," Peter zings. As Roger leaves for good this time, Benton gets paged to the ER.

Haleh, Mark, and Susan pick at Teddy's dying body. The mother explains that they live in a dangerous neighborhood; she put her tree by the window, heard glass break, and thought a burglar had entered. She fired a shot, then discovered that Teddy had just gotten up out of bed to ogle the tree, and broke an ornament. Guns are bad, mmmkay? As Benton arrives, Teddy's heart rate plummets, and then his pulse disappears altogether. Susan begins compressions. Benton calls for a thoracotomy tray. "We have to open his chest," he explains. The mother watches. Leave, woman. There's no way you need to see this.

The incision is made. Benton and Susan work the rib spreader. "Oh God," the mother chokes, grossed out. There's a very juicy noise signifying the tearing of gooey flesh, and then we get a really graphic shot of the gaping hole they're making in Teddy's chest. Have you ever wanted to see a chest ripped open? Yeah, me neither. It's disgusting. Susan guesses there's two liters of blood swimming around in there, so they suck it out. "Page Romano NOW," Benton yells.

Romano reports immediately to the OR, not having figured out the joys of leaving your pager in the bathroom. "Who the hell takes a gun to a six-year-old?" he grumbles, disgusted at the carelessness. Benton works quickly but carefully to find the bullet. "Are we really going to go through the motions here?" Romano snaps. Jerk. A Hero doesn't let innocent children die without putting up a hell of a fight -- especially not if cameras are rolling. Peter extracts a fragment of the slug, which confounds Shirley. "It looks weird," she observes. Romano peeks at it and identifies it as a shard of the Black Talon fragmenting bullet. Shirley, awestruck, compares it to an explosion of razor blades inside Teddy. "Sort of the point," mutters Romano. Elizabeth appears, ready to scrub in and help. "She's gonna love being brought in on this," Romano groans, before noting that Teddy has bullet fragments in all four chambers and possibly in the great vessels as well. He thinks Teddy is toast, with a damn lot of red jam spread on top.