Upstairs, Benton doffs his shirt and shows us all his sexy, sexy pecs. Unfortunately, he's just swapping his green ER scrubs for a shirt in surgery blue, so that he can march right into Mrs. Benton's OR. Dr. Cranky spots him and warns, "Freeze right there." Benton protests that she's his mother, and he wants to scrub in. Dr. Cranky calmly says, "You take one more step, and I will have your ass hanging on my wall, right next to your residency." Ass is an unusual motif for office dÃ©cor, but I like it. Benton insists, "I want to help." Dr. Cranky growls, "Don't test me." Benton stares. "Out!" Dr. Cranky orders. After a moment, Benton steps into the hall, impotently snatching off his surgical mask.
7:15 PM. Mark, Carol, Carter, and Chen wheel Jodi's gurney into a trauma room. Sean, still sporting the unfortunate cap, accompanies them. Haleh enters presently. Mark calls out orders. Sean asks what's going on, and Mark asks Carter to help Sean out of the way. Bradley Whitford indulges a proto-Joshian raking of his fingers through his hair as he calls to the unconscious Jodi, "You okay, babe?" He moves to the foot of her bed. Jodi is very white. Her eyelids flutter, but she's still out. Mark calls to Sean and tells him that Jodi has "eclampsia." Sean asks whether she's going to die; Mark assures him that she won't (of course she won't!), but that they need to admit her. Cut to Jodi's face; she seems to be awake for a second, and then her head lolls back and Carol yells, "She's seizing!" Mark tells Carter to get a bite block. Sean rushes to the side of the bed and leans over her, begging them to help her. The medical staff all call out orders. The seizure goes on for a pretty long time. Sean is anguished. Jodi finally stops seizing, and the machines all relax into normal-sounding beeps. Orders fly, more calmly. As Mark goes south of the border for a quick pelvic exam, Haleh performs an ultrasound and announces, "Fetal heart tones strong at 140." Carol turns to Sean and translates, "That's good news." Sean looks like he's exhaling for the first time in the past five minutes. Mark reports, "Two centimetres dilated, 80% effaced; membrane's intact." He asks Carol to call OB and see who's on call. Sean, looking shell-shocked, demands of Mark, "What the hell is going on?" For the viewers' benefit, Mark explains, "Your wife has a disorder of late pregnancy known as eclampsia. The blood vessels go into spasm, causing a lack of oxygen to the brain, which leads to the seizures. We're relaxing them with this medicine." Sean, marginally calmer, asks, "What about the baby?" Mark gravely declares, "We need to deliver." "When?" Sean asks. "Soon," Mark ponderously replies. "Very soon." In bed, Jodi slumbers after all the excitement. But I'm sure she's fine.