As she and Mark enter the hospital, Elizabeth drones, "I'm medicated, I'm monitored, and I'm more than able to go back to work, so stop being such a nervous nelly!" Okay, the time to call him a nelly was before you were engaged to him and pregnant with his kid; now you're embroiled and it's too late, and while you've tried to let him know you hate him on several previous occasions, he isn't taking the hint, so suck it up. Mark tells Elizabeth not to call him a nelly, and starts to warn her about overdoing it and going into pre-term labour when she interrupts him to remind him that she's a doctor, too. He tells her to slow down. She tells him she told him the same after his surgery and he ignored her then (like she plans to ignore him now, I guess). And...wah! Elizabeth, in the immortal words of Sparky Pulastri, "Not enough makeup!" She's pale as hell and without, it appears, any liner or shadow, her eyes are bugging out alarmingly. She looks a million years old as she tells him to meet her for lunch. He says he will if she's "not in labour." Um. Is that like wishing that an actor "break a leg" before a performance? I do wish bad things to happen to both characters, but damn.
Elizabeth takes off, and Mark goes to the desk, where Lisa is transferring water and live goldfish from an emesis basin into a clean coffee pot. "Is that decaf?" Mark "jokes." Jing-Mei "Deb" Chen says that some guy swallowed a couple dozen on a bet. Lisa adds that he's now having "tummy trouble." Chen asks whether Mark has any suggestions, and Mark offers, "Why don't you get some coloured rocks and maybe one of those deep-sea divers that bubbles?" Ba-dump-thud. Mark leaves just as Carter rolls up. Lisa asks Carter whether he wants a pet. He declines, and Amira, holding a basket full of coffee paraphernalia, asks, "How about some coffee?" He asks what it is; she says a guy dropped it off a few minutes ago, and asks whether he wants her to read the card. He says he doesn't, and she crows, "Too late! They're from Rena." Carter tries to act like it's no big deal, but he should know by now that you can't contain gossip in a workplace -- any workplace. "Who's Rena?" coos Chen. Carter says she's a Child Life Specialist who helped him with a case last week. Chen's all, "Reeeeeally. So, what's she look like, Carter?" Carter, pretending he can't really remember, says, "Uh, you know, I don't know. She's blonde, about that tall [vastly underestimating her height by putting his palm out in the air just below the height of his shoulder]. Kind of cute in her own way." She's totally not blonde, but whatever. Lisa sidles by him to get something off the counter, and he asks her to confirm his description: "Right?" She replies, "Don't ask me -- I didn't get a gift basket." Chen and Amira root through the basket sniffing the packets until Carter grabs the basket out of their hands. Chen asks, "So if she helped you, Carter, why are you getting all the goodies?" Carter lies, "Because I gave her a good assessment on her internship." He tries to hustle out of there before he can suffer any more blows, but Amira corrects him: "Actually, the card says --" "Thank you very much, Amira!" Carter yips. "-- 'Thanks for a great evening. You can bring your own coffee next time'!" Amira concludes. "Must have been one hell of an assessment," drawls Chen. Carter hides in the lounge. Chen, Amira, and Lisa all laugh at his expense. Man, I miss office gossip. Also, Rena, I know you were trying to be all "cute" and "flirty" but you took a wrong turn at "needy." Sending it to his workplace? Which is also your workplace? Instead of, say, giving it to him yourself when you see him for lunch? Plus, a coffee basket? What is he, your accountant?