Elizabeth sneaks into the morgue. Dr. Upton, the pathologist, yanks mushy, bright-red organs from Mrs. Wilson's belly and plops them onto a scale. "Your patient?" she asks. Elizabeth nods. "Bad luck you've had," clucks Dr. Upton. She exposits, at Lizzie's request, that there's no abscesses or obvious sites of infection, but promises to check thoroughly and in spots specific to the operation Elizabeth performed. Elizabeth looks at Mrs. Wilson's perfect makeup and sighs, "She was a nice woman." Dr. Upton decides to announce that she doesn't agree with the rumors flying around about how motherhood -- the breastfeeding and sleep deprivation -- has interfered with her work. "That's sexist crap," she spits. Elizabeth is startled to hear that people have been so callous. "Well, it's not a woman's world, is it?" she says sadly. Dr. Upton replies, "Not until they perfect cloning." Carmen charges inside and brats that she thought Elizabeth had gone to the bathroom. "I'll let you know what I find," Dr. Upton says sympathetically, arching an eyebrow.
Willie's girlfriend can't believe he hacked up his penis. He protests that he was only listening to her needs, but she whines that it's just such an extreme action. Benton is tired of this, wanting a final decision about whether to repair the foreskin or remove it. "Whatever's less traumatic," Whiny McFusspants insists, shooting concerned looks at Willie, who decides he'll just finish up what he started. Whiny seems very, very unnerved, grabbing Abby and demanding a private consultation. Willie is stranded, lost and alone and with a giant gash in his dick -- always a pathetic situation.
Whiny wants to make sure Willie will be okay. "This should never have happened," she says, wringing her hands. Abby is confused, because Willie claimed that Whiny wanted his penis to be flap-free. "Not really," she gulps. "I only wanted to break up, and didn't want to hurt his feelings." So she insulted his prized weapon instead. That's smart.
Malik yells for Abby, who joins Susan at the gurney of a guy who apparently collapsed. His roommate is fairly sure he never took drugs. "He drank at the party, but he was okay...now he's sick and his neck hurts," the guy exposits. Susan heaves him onto the exam table. The kid's complexion is waxen. Susan feels he's feverish and calls for a rectal thermometer, but Abby cries out that the boy has petechiae on his arm. She holds up the hand, which is covered with little red nicks. "They don't blanch," she worries. Susan flips out. "This is meningococcus," she pales, yelling for someone to prep post-exposure medicine for everyone in the area and panicking that the disease could be rampaging through his dorm at U of I by now. She wants Carter immediately, and Abby bolts to find him.