Post-surgery, Elizabeth monitors her patient. He seems fine. She does a neurological check and determines that he is not paralyzed. Romano, out of his scrubs and on his way home, comes to the door and says, "Lizzie, you called for me?" "Yeah, over an hour ago," she sniffs. He says he's here now, and asks what the emergency is. Elizabeth excuses herself and goes over to him, quietly explaining, "We had a little trouble with an aortic graft, and I wanted a second pair of hands." He curtly asks whether he needs to worry about another lawsuit, and she sputters, "No. No! Things got hairy for a moment, but I pulled him through." "Well, that's your job, isn't it?" he says. "Yes, it is," she agrees. He says he's late for dinner, and books. I don't know what happened in the OR, but she seems to be totally back to her former confident self. Perhaps she's even confident enough to ditch Mark once and for all.
Back at the rest home, Chase is way in the foreground, looking like a grumpy blond Hyde. Carter enters with a bag and a milkshake, and Chase pouts at him to go away. Carter pulls up a chair and announces that he had a reason for not coming to see Chase. He blurts out the story about Lucy's death, his own stabbing, and his subsequent painkiller addiction. This seems to alarm Chase; the actor actually makes a really funny face, like Carter's a stranger sharing too much, and he's making eye contact with us, the audience, as if to communicate, "Who the fuck is this guy and why is he telling me this?" It's evocative, but not exactly appropriate for the scene given their relationship. Anyway, Carter continues his confession: he doesn't know what would have happened if he hadn't gotten busted, but he did, and then he got sent to rehab, and he did the program, and he pretended that he bought into it and did everything he was supposed to do, but he never really believed that he had anything to do with what had happened to him. Then he almost relapsed -- or, did relapse. And he didn't come to see Chase because he didn't want to admit that he was just like Chase, but the truth is that there isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't think about getting high -- it's the first thing he thinks about when he gets up, the last he thinks about when he goes to sleep, and the thing he thinks about all day long. Carter furrows his brow and admits, "I'm a drug addict." Chase is spectacularly unimpressed by all of this; he groans loudly as if he wishes he hadn't heard any of it, and asks, "Did you bring any french fries?" Carter chuckles, and tosses Chase the bag. Chase? Word.