Elizabeth takes out her fury on the coffee machine, which already isn't working, but if it had been, she'd have snapped it like it was Diego's neck. A hand appears at the bottom of the screen, proffering a cup of coffee to be shared; Elizabeth turns to see a sympathetic Abby hitting the books. "At least we had a shot with this guy," Abby says, referring to their patient. "Most die at the scene." Elizabeth snorts, "He would've thrombosed in post-op anyway." So what their poorly encoded medical jibber-jabber is telling us is: at least Elizabeth got some hot sex before the whole thing imploded the way she knew it would. I love medical code. I should start doing that: "Everything was going so well until he couldn't thrombose." Elizabeth shakes her head and gets lost in her own head again. "To think I was worried about it being too soon, when the real problem was I was allowing myself to feel something for an absolute..." she loses her words. "Bastard?" Abby nods knowingly. "Jerk?" She pauses, and then comically whispers, "Wanker?" Elizabeth snorts with laughter in spite of herself, and groans that she totally knew Diego was a wanker. "There's no shame in that," Abby counsels her. Damn right, Lizzie. Get yours. He was hot. It's not your fault he was also a giant clot of sink mold.
Luka tells Susan he's going to wait to intubate Paula until she's seen her children. Luka also offers to tell the family about this, but a distraught Susan insists she'll do it. "I don't know if the kid should go in there. It could traumatize him even further," she frets angrily. "So could never seeing her again," Luka points out. I'm with Susan on this one. ["Seriously. Henry's like, 'Please, please can I see the mother I just watched set herself on fire?' I wouldn't want to see anyone I loved in that condition, and I'm an adult, sort of." -- Wing Chun] Susan berates herself for bringing the social worker into this, but Luka gently insists that her instinct was obviously the right one if Paula was so disturbed as to set herself on fire. Also, Paula can't have been real bright. There was a perfectly good roof and several windows from which to pitch herself and successfully explode her head, but instead she chose to botch a bonfire.