Chen stops Weaver in the hall to tell her she suspects that Kenny has a rare metabolic disorder known as M-CAD. Weaver tells her to get a genetics consult and speak to Kenny's parents, and commends her on a good pick-up. Weaver crutches into a supply closet where Carol is making notes on a clipboard. Weaver registers Carol's presence and, aiming for "casual," asks Carol how she's doing. Without looking up, Carol replies that she's okay. Weaver says, "Look, uh, I'm sorry I came down so hard on you, but I depend on you." Emotionlessly, Carol says, "You were right. I need to be more on top of things." Weaver addresses the back of Carol's head: "Carol, you're the best nurse here, but something's going on with you. Is there anything I can do to help?" Carol still doesn't turn around as she replies that she just needs some time to figure some things out. Weaver gently says, "I've worked with you for five years. I know you." This FINALLY moves Carol enough to turn around, pause for a moment, and then admit, "I hate my life." She smiles weakly and half-shrugs and continues, voice breaking, "I mean, I love my work, and I love my daughters, but...how did I end up raising twins by myself?" She starts crying in earnest, and Weaver moves toward her and assures her, "You know, I think you need some time. I think that you have some sick days?" Carol whines, "Used 'em all up!" Weaver says, "I think if you check, I believe you'll find you have some extras that you can use anytime." Carol actually manages to look appropriately humbled and grateful at this gesture, and she whispers, "Thank you, Kerry." Weaver smiles and crutches out; Carol turns back toward the camera to wipe her face and exhale loudly. I don't really know what to make of this scene. On one hand, I feel that no one forced Carol into making the decisions she did and that, having made them, she should just suck it up, accept help when she needs it, and quit acting like she's the only single mother of twins who's ever walked the earth. Really, she has it a lot better than a lot of single moms: She has a good job; her children's father, while not living in the same city, clearly wants to be involved with her, and with his children; she has access to child-care that, if not free, is probably heavily subsidized by her employer; she has a circle of friends who are pretty much to a man and woman doing everything they can to help her out with her professional responsibilities in order to free her up to deal with those in her personal life; AND, as if all that weren't enough, A MAN WHO LOOKS LIKE GORAN VISNJIC IS HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH HER. On the other hand, I've never had kids and had to fit them in with my job and my life, so what the hell do I know? I guess my point is that I'm a baby and rarely have a problem asking people to help me when I need it, so I have a hard time understanding the motivations of people who are too proud to do the same, which is what I think is happening here. Plus if Carol weren't taking on more work than she could handle, she wouldn't get the opportunity to throw her diligence in other people's faces, and really, if she weren't a martyr, she wouldn't be Carol.