In CuteDean's trauma room, Dan sleeps with his face on CuteDean's shoulder. Weaver leads in Dan's wife, Debra. She asks him what happened, and he tells her they were hit by a garbage truck. Debra makes a weird "well, that's just great" face, but before she gets a chance to say anything else, Malik appears at the door to say that the OR is ready for CuteDean. Debra protests that Weaver said CuteDean would wake up on his own, and Weaver explains that the surgery is for his leg. Both Dan and Debra stare at CuteDean. Debra starts to tear up. Dan comments that CuteDean "looks so big," and asks her if she remembers the way Dan would hold CuteDean in his hand and rock him to sleep. Baby CuteDean fit in Dan's hand? Was he a kitten when he was born? Dan prods Debra, "You used to think I was going to drop him. Remember that?" Debra nods and bites her lip. She tentatively addresses CuteDean, but Dan interrupts: "Debra, I ran a red." She turns to him, stunned. Dan goes on about the hockey-quitting argument and the loud music. She starts to shake her head at him. He reaches for her hand, saying it was an accident, but she snatches it away and refuses to look at him. Immediately Dan grunts with pain, which makes me think he's shamming for sympathy. However, he says he thinks it's pain from the chest tube. Weaver suggests that he go lie down, but he wants to stay with CuteDean (as who would not?). Weaver asks if he's having chest pain (duh, where were you?), and he says he is. Malik wheels Dan out with Weaver calling orders; Dan shouts back to Debra that he's sorry.
New York OR. Mark is saying, "Trumpet. Hammer. Dolphin. Guitar. Tent." He's been asked to list his hobbies? The category is, "Things You'd Like to Cram Down Mark's Gullet So That He'd Never Ever Get a Chance to Speak Ever Ever Again"? Dr. Burke is standing over him, trying to drop a Junior Mint into Mark's skull without anyone's noticing; also, he keeps holding up his index finger, and after each word something beeps faintly. The camera swoops around, and we see that Dr. Malcolm is holding up cards with line drawings of various objects, and Mark is identifying what they are -- so far, correctly, as far as we can tell. She holds up a picture of an elephant, and Mark says, "Pachyderm." Her eyes frown, and she asks, "Another name for this one?" "Stampy? Dumbo? Horton? Elmer?" Mark offers. Just kidding, he slowly pronounces, "E-le-phant." Dr. Burke raises a finger, and everyone nods. Dr. Burke tells Mark that everything's going fine. Dr. Malcolm holds up a drawing I can't immediately identify; oh, it's a "cat-a-pult." I Am Mark's Brain looks very pink and happy on the monitor. Mark continues with his baby flashcards, hesitating on "bulldozer." When they get to a birthday cake, he says nothing; Dr. Malcolm notes his hesitation for Dr. Burke, and then asks Mark to read the card. Everyone hangs. Dr. Hammond leans in and asks how Mark's doing. Mark moves his lips silently for a moment, and then stutters, "My th-th-thumb." Pan to said thumb, which is twitching. A machine starts beeping. Elizabeth says that he's "diaphoretic." Mark murmurs, "I don't...good." That he does not. "Elizaba," he continues. No one seems particularly concerned at the angry sounds of the various machines. Mark starts seizing. Dr. Burke calmly calls for saline.