Speaking of pain, Elizabeth is getting a Q-Tip jammed up her nostril. To test for bacterial infections, Carmen must stick a probe rather far up her nasal cavity; interestingly, this is also standard when being tested for anthrax, and I've heard it feels like getting your brain jabbed. Elizabeth says as much. Carmen says the bacteria in Elizabeth's patients is pretty resistant, and Elizabeth may be colonized. Carmen swabs Elizabeth's tonsils, which induces gagging, and Carmen cheerfully hands her a gown so that Elizabeth can get changed for a pelvic exam. "You've got to be kidding," groans Elizabeth. Carmen shakes her head. "A surgical tech in Ohio was passing nocardia from her vaginal flora," she says, smiling. Elizabeth and I look sickened at this superfluous detail; I, for one, don't relish the juxtaposition of Elizabeth with the words "vaginal flora." Sarcastically, Elizabeth suggests that Carmen grab a sample of breast milk, too, and then growls when Carmen agrees that it's a great idea. She also wants urine and stool samples. Elizabeth grabs the empty cup and stares at it, freaked, like it's going to bite off her chin.

Benton bolts out of the OR, totally blowing off Dizzy's queries about her father's health. "Look, I have another emergency, so just wait in the room, okay?" he shouts, joining Roger at a nearby pay phone. Benton grabs the phone and tears a fresh asshole on the cop at the other end, demanding that the police find his son and stop sitting on their worthless, doughy asses.

Prepping for the arrival of a transfer from Mercy, Weaver stumbles upon Amal's chart. Susan tries to cover, but Weaver does look at it and notices that Amal may have left. "I'm not sure," hedges Susan. "She's an ectopic!" Weaver protests. Susan swears that it's under control, and that Amal will be back in two hours. "If she's still alive in two hours!" Weaver screeches, following Susan and a fresh gurney loaded with a hurting patient. Weaver insists that it's not worth risking Amal's life just to protect her from her parents, and takes Susan off the incoming case. "Call your patient right now. You're being completely irresponsible," Weaver scolds. "If she's sick, they can bring her in!" notes Susan. "Not if she's dead," Weaver spits, leaving Susan alone and frozen out of the trauma room.