Susan enters Trauma Yellow, where a quiet and in-shock Henry has his head in his father's lap. Susan wants Neela to take him to the family room, but Henry won't go, so Susan pulls Kyle into a corner. "What the hell happened here?" Kyle laments, stunned. "I knew she was messed up, but...I never imagined anything like this." He also reveals that Paula told Henry to lie about the hot dogs: they were at the market for beer. Susan's all, "Whatever, this shit is so Act One." She ignores Kyle and chokes out that Adam seems to be doing fine, but Paula wants to see Henry. "I know it's a difficult time and you're angry, but she's going to die, and you need to think about what's best in the long run for him," Susan says. But Henry toddles up and flatly refuses to see his mother. Tearfully, he clutches at his father and repeats that he doesn't want to do it. Word, son. The sight is messing with my head a little, and I'd never even seen her before.

Malarkey and Coop gossip about Paula at the front desk. "I heard she's nuts," Malarkey says. "I heard we're taking her kids away," Coop says. "That'd make anybody nuts," Sam says. "Enough to do a kamikaze in front of your own son?" Malarkey asks. "I don't know -- I've never been there," Sam says calmly. Pratt offers to take her there. Where? To suicide? Get in line, Sam, 'cause he's already running the rest of us over some mental cliffs. "I bet you would," she snorts, laughing. Coop notes, "Wow, the new girl is pretty intense." Except she totally wasn't acting intense. This is the kind of stupid throwaway line I hate: it didn't need to be there, but someone threw it in so that we could all be like, "Yeah, dude, she ROCKS. Intense! YEAH." Screw that. Malarkey complains that this shift won't end soon enough, so Pratt grouchily suggests that he call it an early night. "Don't want anyone to think I'm some kind of a wuss," Malarkey says. Heaven forbid his reason should be that he doesn't want any patients to go home untreated. Knob. "Too late for that," Pratt scoffs. Coop lightens the mood: "'Some kind of wuss.' Isn't that a movie?"