Carter drops off a chart at the desk and tells Dr. Dave, who's standing there, that he just sent their patient up to the OR. Dr. Dave snottily comments that he hopes Carter "didn't cause any myocardial damage." Carter smugly tells Dr. Dave "it was as easy as threading a needle." The radio beeps a couple of times, followed by an oddly unprofessional voice saying, "Hello? I'm in an ambulance, bringing in some sick people." Carter asks, "What unit is this?" and the voice replies, "How the hell should I know? I was on my way to Mercy for a wound check when they flagged me down." "Who is this?" asks a thick-as-two-short-planks Carter. Duh, it's Mr. Barclay. Amira calls Dr. Dave over and he leans in to berate Mr. Barclay for his innovative solution to delays in health-care service. Mr. Barclay explains that he picked up some patients who ate some bad kielbasa. Doris, hearing the commotion, stomps over and demands, "Is that the jerk who stole my rig?" Dr. Dave asks Mr. Barclay whether the patients are stable, and Mr Barclay snaps, "I don't know, man -- they're puking." Doris tells him very emphatically not to let the patients puke on the floor, since she just cleaned her rig. Carter tells Dr. Dave that since he's "already established a relationship with the patient," Dr. Dave should take care of him. Amira, in the centre of the action, looks amused and very pretty -- particularly with the bangs she's had cut since the last time she was on the show.
Elizabeth prepares to leave Mark's place, telling him to call her if there's any change. Mark says he will. Elizabeth stops at Holling's bed, takes his hand, and tells him she has to get back to the hospital. "A doctor's work is never done," Holling says gruffly. "I'm afraid so," she agrees cheerfully. "Wait," he says, "I have something I want to give you. Mark, get that little green box out of the top desk drawer." As Mark carries out the order, Elizabeth says, "It's not necessary." "I know," Holling says, and, opening the box to reveal a strand of pearls, continues, "These belonged to Mark's mother. I came them to her on her wedding day. I want you to have them." Elizabeth, evidently quite moved, says, "I can't." Holling, without breaking his gaze, simply says, "Please." Elizabeth struggles to maintain her composure as she gingerly reaches for the pearls and says, "They're lovely. Thank you." To Mark, Holling says, "Don't just stand there. Help her put them on!" Elizabeth unclasps them and Mark gently winds the strand around her neck and closes the clasp. Holling watches the transaction, and says, "She looks beautiful, doesn't she, Mark?" "Yeah, she does," Mark agrees. Even in her scrubs and her frazzled midday hair, she really does.