Valium Villa. Cops. Guns. They're in the master bedroom when we hear a tiny beeping noise; both cops immediately point their guns at the source of the noise -- duh, it's Elizabeth's pager, lying unattended in what looks like an ashtray.

County. Weaver is still testing Adele's reflexes and determines that the spinal injury is incomplete, which means they can operate. Benton enters and asks for an emergency signature. Romano curtly tells him, "Not now." Mark and Weaver jargon. Napolitano is on the phone in the hall, shooting anxious glances through the glass at Mark. Benton briefly gives Romano the background on Mr. Jeffries, and Romano crankily signs off.

Benton returns to Mr. Jeffries's room and makes with the orders. Finch pouts, "Whatever you want, Peter." Benton defensively says, "I've got my two signatures." Finch wearily tells him, "He made himself clear." Benton makes this totally ludicrous reach to justify himself: "Look, he has advanced AIDS -- he probably has an HIV encephalopathy." That's a medical condition the symptoms of which include apathy and depression; clearly, Mr. Jeffries wasn't exactly psyched to have an elevated viral load but he seemed to be making an informed and reasonable decision -- which Finch points out, saying that he was "alert and oriented." She stomps around the bed with a beaker of Mr. Jeffries's blood (which means the beaker is going to break, she's going to cut her hand, and Mr. Jeffries's poison blood is going to get in her, because this is TV), telling Benton he should have called Psych. Benton claims that he did, but that no one showed up. Lisa bursts into the room to say that the OR called to say they're "stacked up." Naturally, Lisa bashes the door into Finch, who naturally breaks the beaker of Mr. Jeffries's blood in her hand. Benton rushes over to ask whether Finch cut herself, but she says she doesn't think so; she thinks she just tore her glove on the broken glass. He hurries her toward the sink; she peels off her glove, and we see there's still blood all over her skin. Benton turns on the tap and Finch rinses off her hand. The blood all seems to be gone, suggesting that none of it was hers. Benton presses a gauze pad to her hand and then lifts it off; a tiny red pinprick slowly appears just below her middle finger, and swells into a small puddle of blood. Finch groans. Benton tells her to keep irrigating it. Lisa asks Lily for "zerowets." Benton gets on the phone to the pharmacy for a PEP (post-exposure prevention) kit; he pauses to tell Lisa to "use two litres." She nods. Into the phone, Benton barks, "I'm on my way up there right now." Lily asks, "What about the patient?" Oh, right. That guy. Benton tells her to keep transfusing him, and takes off. Finch sighs.