In bursts Dr. Aquino, demanding, "What's going on in here?" Mark replies, "I intubated; the baby went bad." Cut to said baby, who looks much better (well, he looks alive, for one thing, and all his limbs are moving in a normal fashion). Mark gives Dr. Aquino a short and incomplete recap of the evening's events: "I tried forceps and got a shoulder dystocia. She seized. I paralyzed and did a crash section. Got in there, and there were two litres of blood in her uterus." "You knew she'd abrupted?" Dr. Aquino asks sharply. Irritably, Mark replies, "No, once I got in there. The baby nearly died." Okay, Mark? Jodi looks like a fucking butcher delivered her baby with a bone saw. Dr. Aquino is the hospital's Head of Obstetrics. Maybe she can help, and maybe you could lose the attitude, son! ["I don't get 'attitude' from that exchange, but rather 'Mark trying not to break down sobbing.'" -- Sars] Dr. Aquino surveys the scene and, indicating Carter, asks, "Who is this, and what's he doing in there?" Carter -- unfortunately taking his professional cues from Mark -- shirtily introduces himself and tells Dr. Aquino he's pressing on the aorta. Dr. Aquino snaps, "It's a damned mess. What did you use -- a chainsaw?" Word. Mark snips, "Well, I couldn't just stand around waiting while that baby died!" Thank god for Dr. Aquino, who springs into action: "Get an NICU transport team over here, and the OB resident on call." To Mark, she barks, "You should have let me know you were in over your head." Again, word. Mark looks equal parts bitter and chastened, and he groans loudly.
5:30 AM. Sean paces the hall outside the trauma room, a triangle of sweat soaking his t-shirt. Behind him, the NICU transport team appears, and wheels an incubator into the trauma room. Pan over to Jodi's bed, where everyone is toiling under Dr. Aquino's direction. Presently, she says, "Okay, Carson, you can let go of the aorta." And then you can announce that Blink 182's new video is at #6.