Bursting into the reception area, Weaver gripes that they don't have enough nurses on duty to reach their maximum nurse-to-patient ratio. She brandishes paperwork to prove it, as if stats and charts will somehow negate how stupid she just was. Why did they make Weaver stupid, too? It's bad enough that Romano was arm-choppingly stupid all of a sudden. But, here, she's probably right. Throw me a pie chart and I'll throw you respect. Weaver orders Randi to get Haleh on the phone to deal with this. "She's off today," Randi says. "I don't care. She's the nurse manager," Weaver retorts. "Nope, she resigned in September," Randi says. Weaver jolts upright. "Why wasn't I informed?" she complains. "You haven't been around that much," Susan points out. Randi leans over and compliments how Weaver's makeup looked on television, which galls Weaver into beating a hasty exit. But not before she hails Abby: "Could you come by my office later?" she requests. "Sure," Abby replies. "Dr. Romano's office?" Oh, wow, that was cold. Weaver is taken aback, and frankly, so am I. Busted! Weaver tries to play this off as if everything is okay, nothing to see here, and scurries away hastily. Abby stares after her, curious.
Gallant checks out Chem, who's all done up in her usual war paint. "I gave up cholesterol after our little talk, Michael," she beams. "You'll thank me later," Gallant says. "I'll thank you now," Chem husks. Ew. Carter meanders over to ask what Gallant uncovered; he says Chem's suffering chest pains. Chem, apparently protective of Gallant as her primary caregiver, insults an amused Carter by telling him that he resembles Howdy Doody. "I hate Howdy Doody," snarls Chem. But this doesn't make our fair Carter flee. Gallant points out that he's concerned about Chem's "dyspnea on exertion," or rather, shortness of breath. Carter knows Gallant is hinting at congestive heart failure. "Or her lungs are dry," Gallant points out. "Symptomatic ischemia." Usually, this is the kind of medical jargon that has my fingers taking a rest, but I looked this one up, folks, just for all you Gallant and Chem 'shippers out there. Ischemia means that her body tissues aren't getting enough oxygen because blood supply is being obstructed. That's as bare-bones as I can get with this one. Gallant recommends a course of treatment and requests that Chem be put in a monitored bed upstairs. "That's premature," Carter dismisses him, ordering Gallant to study her charts and old test results to see if the differences are sharp enough to warrant a cardiology consult. "Can I go out and have a smoke first?" Chem asks. Gallant just blinks at her.