Corday examines the list and, without looking up, asks Carter (as he comes around the corner) if he's seen Mark. Carter says Mark's around somewhere, and then casually adds, "I think you saw a patient of mine in radiology today. Nichols?" Corday says, "Your patient?" Carter, not exactly lying, says that she came in a couple of weeks ago after a fender-bender. He notes that she had some minor cervical tenderness, and asks if he missed something. Corday says no, that it was nothing to do with an accident, and she came for a second opinion. Carter asks, "On what?" Matter-of-factly, Corday replies, "Infiltrating duct cell carcinoma." That doesn't sound good. Carter rears back, and says, "Breast cancer. So she's looking at surgery." Corday confirms that Elaine will have to have a mastectomy. Carter tries to look like this doesn't affect him, but doesn't have to try for long as Haleh hollers down the hall, "This girl's in V-tach."
Carter jogs down the hall. Haleh gives him Terruh's stats, and he tells someone to call Mark, and get the paddles ready. Weaver comes in and announces, "No need, Haleh. She's a D.N.R." Carter sort of shakes his head in a shambling way, and Weaver says she knows he's in an awkward position, and she'll take it from there. Carter says, "You're going to let her arrest." Carter says, "How about a chemical code?" Again, Weaver says, "No. This woman is not. To be. Resuscitated." Carter suggests that they use just an amp of lidocaine, and Weaver says, "She has no chance of a meaningful recovery. She wanted this. Her family wants it. Don't touch her." Carter watches Terruh, helplessly.
Carol walks into Vanessa's room. Luka has removed his tie and is seated beside Vanessa's bed, pretending to be a priest. Um, is it wrong for me to say that I would pretend to be dying if it meant he would touch me on the forehead? I'm not saying I would. I'm just asking.
Mark walks into Terruh's room to see her arresting, and everyone standing around her. Haleh says she's in v-fib. Mark says, "Damn you, Kerry," and pushes people aside. He tells Carter to start C.P.R., and Haleh to charge to two hundred. Neither of them move, and instead look to Weaver for confirmation of Mark's orders. Weaver looks at Mark. He finally registers that no one is listening to him, so he tells Weaver that, as Chief, she has to make a decision: "We do this, or I go." Weaver, don't do it! Carter, who has started C.P.R., watches her. She steps away from the end of the bed, which everyone takes as her tacit approval.