As soon as they're alone, Weaver meekly says, "I'm sorry. Kim --" Mitchell, disgusted, is already on the move, and Weaver hurries after her, imploring her -- as quietly as she can while still being audible -- to stop. Mitchell presses the elevator and spins around as Weaver asks that they get out of the hospital and "talk about this." Mitchell shakes her head and says, "There's really nothing to talk about." Weaver squeaks, "What did you expect me to say? I am so sorry, Kim!" Mitchell nods, "Me, too. Go back to your life, Kerry." Both are crying now as Weaver begs, "No, don't! You can't do this! We have something good!" Mitchell whispers, "What? What do we have? A relationship that you're ashamed to acknowledge in public?" Yeah, and about that? Everyone at the desk is watching you standing really close together and arguing throatily and everyone in the hospital is going to know about your relationship by the time you get to your car, Weaver -- not because it's such a huge deal that you two are gay and that you're getting it on, but because everyone loves a nice, juicy, office-affair meltdown. Weaver agrees, "I know! You're right! I wish I could be like you -- I wish I could be as confident and secure with this as you are, but I am not you! I have been on the outside my whole life, fighting for acceptance and respect and now you're asking me to do it all over again?" The elevator dings, and Mitchell replies, "I'm not asking you for anything." Nice line. And, true. And, ouch. She steps into the elevator, and Weaver begs, "Don't. Please. I need more time. I can't -- I can't do this right now. Please, Kim...." The elevator doors close, and Weaver stands alone.

That should totally be the end. But it isn't. Mrs. May tickles May. She's happy. She's not suing the hospital. Lisa comes in and says that all of May's tests came back normal, and that she'll be fine, but that they want to keep her overnight for observation. Mrs. May asks whether it's necessary, since Lisa just said May would be fine. Lisa says that it's just a precaution, and that she got May a private room, and that they'll set up a bed for Mrs. May, too. Mrs. May thanks her, and graciously fails to ask that an armed guard be posted outside their room. Lisa asks whether there's anything else Mrs. May needs, and Mrs. May coos, "She's all I need." Well, bully for Mrs. May. Lisa walks out, almost crying. This whole episode better not have been one big set-up for her urgent need to have a baby too, or else.