Elizabeth steps out of the elevator and asks, "Kerry, did someone page me?" Weaver says, "I did," and gently explains, "Mark's father passed away a little while ago." Elizabeth's face tightens for a moment, and then she looks down, looks back up again, and asks, "How's Mark?" "He's all right," Weaver says. "He said that he would call you as soon as the funeral home leaves." Elizabeth says that she'll go over as soon as she's finished, adding that Peter is still on call, and asking Weaver if she would mind asking him to cover for her. Weaver says, "Not at all," and then Lydia appears to tell Elizabeth she needs her right away.
Elizabeth jogs into Claire's room, where a quite angry (but still pretty feeble and wan) Claire is getting dressed and demanding to have her IV taken out. Mrs. Claire begs her not to go, and Elizabeth sits her down on the bed and says, "Claire, you're anorectic. You need to be hospitalized." "That's not what that shrink told me!" Claire argues. Elizabeth says, "He said we couldn't force you to stay, but you could die without treatment." Claire yells again that they should take the IV out, and Elizabeth relents, telling Lydia to remove it. Claire says, "I never said that you could call my mother. I'm an adult. I can do what I want." Mrs. Claire looks strained. Elizabeth looks at her, and then back at Claire, to say, "You're right. You're right. I'm sorry. I was only trying to save you." Oh, please. Elizabeth, is that the best you can do? Claire snarls, "I don't. Want. Your help." Elizabeth saddles up her high horse and says, "A friend of mine died today fighting for his life. You want to leave? Fine. Kill yourself. You don't give a damn? Neither do I. Discharge her." Elizabeth, I see where you're going, but she's right; calling her mom was way offsides.