Upstairs, heading into surgery, Mr. Fletcher is complaining that the last time he got a heated blanket and an extra pillow. Benton, already annoyed, asks Shirley which OR is open, and she tells him it depends on what he has. Benton tells her, and Shirley asks, "Patient named Fletcher?" Benton asks how she knew, and she tells him that Romano warned her about him. She has the grace to look and sound apologetic about it, but tells him that she can't give Benton a room, and that Romano actually said he'd fire her if she did. Benton glances at the glass door of another OR, where Romano is performing surgery and watching him. Uh, keep your eyes on the job at hand, Dr. No!
Lisa hangs up the phone. She sighs and tells Luka that the priest talked the woman down from the bridge and is on his way. Luka asks how long the baby's lived, and Lisa tells him it's been five hours. Luka observes that Rex is "really hanging on," and Lisa muses that maybe Regina is right, and Rex really is a miracle. Unless you mean that he's miraculously ugly, I don't agree. Luka offers that there might be technology in ten or fifteen years. Lisa starts to suggest that they intubate him, just in case, but Luka snaps her out of it, and she agrees that he's right, and that it's kinder just to let Rex go. No, it's the only possible option, because [shudder]. Joseph emerges from the trauma room to tell Lisa that he thinks Rex has stopped breathing. "Here we go," Lisa sighs, and they both head in.
Weaver works on Glenda, who has a large mask on her face, with tubes sticking out every which way. "That's not a respirator," Mrs. Glenda confirms. Weaver explains that it provides positive pressure to Glenda's lungs so that Glenda doesn't have to work so hard to breathe. Mrs. Glenda tells Weaver that Glenda's father died of lung cancer, and that when they were all at the hospital watching him die, Glenda wanted to take him off the respirator, and her brother didn't agree: "Danny couldn't let go, and Glenda couldn't watch her father suffer like that. You know, all those tubes. After her first stroke, Glenda made me promise to never let her die like that." Okay -- and, I fully admit, I'm straight and married and that as long as I stay so, neither Glark nor I will have these kinds of problems in any hospital because the government and the law recognizes our relationship. I am pretty much talking out of my ass, here. But shouldn't a gay couple in this day and age -- particularly a couple in which one partner has had so many health problems -- know enough to grant one another power of attorney for cases such as this? I mean, I completely agree that gay unions should be recognized by law and that it's monstrous that they aren't, but...they aren't, and it's not like the Glendas didn't know that, and they should have thought far enough ahead to take what legal measures were available to them to ensure that their wishes were honoured. I feel bad for them and all, of course, but granting power of attorney is really not that big a deal and they could have done it, and should have. But then, maybe the point of this plot line (other than to [spoiler] foreshadow Weaver's coming gay tryst [end spoiler]) is to remind gay couples of this sad fact. Anyway. Weaver says they'll keep doing their utmost to reach Glenda's brother. Mrs. Glenda says, "He doesn't know her like I do. I love her. I don't want to lose her, but I know what she wants." Weaver looks very sad. And kind of pretty.