Out in the hall, the Great D.N.R. Debate rages on as Mr. Terruh says he's going to call his lawyer, and as a parting shot says to Mark, "I can't believe you did this." Mark is all The Defiant Bald One. Kerry asks what he's doing. He gives the ultra-egotist answer: "My job," and tells her it's not her problem. She says it is her problem: "I'm head of the department." Oh, are you? I hadn't heard that. This minute. Mark says, "In title only, remember? You said so yourself," and does the Greene stomp out of there.

In another part of the hall, the male paramedic is telling Dr. Dave that if he ever steals his gear again, he's going to kick his ass. Dr. Dave tries to defend his actions by saying that the paramedics were too slow, or some such. Weaver comes caning over. The female paramedic asks what if they had been in the field somewhere else and didn't have their equipment? Dr. Dave says it's in there in that guy's throat, so why doesn't she go rip it out? Oh, put it away -- no one's impressed by your tiny penis. God. Weaver tells them to break it up. The male paramedic starts to get in Dr. Dave's face and asks if he wants to take it outside. Dr. Dave says, "Yeah, I'll take it outside." Weaver very dismissively says, "Oh, come on. No one's taking anything anywhere," and tells the paramedics to get back to work. The male paramedic says, "What's the point? I've got doctors to do it for me," but before Weaver suggests they take it outside, he and his partner leave. Carter and Dr. Dave try to slink off, but Weaver calls them back, and tells them they were wrong to do what they did, because they are neither trained nor insured to work in the field, and they have patients in the hospital who could have coded while they were gone. She also reminds them that they could have been hit with three more traumas while Carter and Dr. Dave were out "playing paramedic." Dr. Dave quietly asks, "Were you?" Weaver gets the devil in her eyes and warns him, "Don't even start with me, Dr. Malucci. I'm only cutting you this much slack because you're new here. And you, Carter? You should know better. You are emergency residents, not paramedics. Is that understood?" They both look cowed, and don't answer. She yells, "Is that understood?" and they both nod. As she canes off, Carter mutters, "That was great, Dave." Oh, save it, cradle-robbee.

As Jeanie walks into the Pedes department, Kit is telling someone, "We document all consents on the chart." She asks Bob if there's a problem. It ultimately comes out that someone has noticed there was never any consent for the HIV test, and Jeanie admits, without fanfare, that she tested Carlos without consent. Kit makes herself scarce. Jeanie says she was acting in the baby's best interest, and thus "gained ten days of treatment." Bob says, "You broke the law." Jeanie asks if this will affect her chances of getting Carlos as a foster child. He tells her it demonstrates that she obviously cares about the child, but that the director won't approve her attempt to get Carlos as a foster child. As he walks out, she asks if it's because she's black. He says, "What?" in a testy tone of voice. She points out that she's black and the baby's Hispanic, and wants to know if that's why she won't get him. He asks what she takes him for. Her voice breaking, Jeanie says she doesn't know, since he would evidently rather put him in a facility than place him with her after she said she'd take him. Bob says she's not qualified, and that's the only reason. She asks if it's because of her HIV. He says it doesn't help. She says she's healthy. He asks whether she'll still be able to say that when the child is five, or ten. She astutely asks, "Can anyone say that?" Bob says he doesn't know how to tell Jeanie "no" any other way. She starts to argue another tack, and he says again, "It's 'no,' Ms. Boulet." She looks wounded.