Oh, hello, chickens. Come home to roost, have we? Mr. P is having severe head and back pain. Romano, bitching about having to cover for Corday, asks Mr. P to turn over, but Mr. P can't; in fact, he can't even feel his legs. Romano and the nurse manage to get Mr. P rolled onto his side. As Mr. P pants in pain, Romano looks at the bandages, then announces grimly to Mr. P that he's "leaking spinal fluid, probably a compression," and he orders Mr. P moved to the OR, "and find me Elizabeth Corday!" Oh, dear. Hobey? Hobey! Leave the chickens alone! Bad cat!