We cut to Ephram, getting a drink from the vending machines. Amy finds him there, and asks him if he wants to share a Twix. Ephram tells her she has a good memory. Amy tells him he can come sit with the rest of him if he wants; she says she would have called, but didn't think Ephram would want to come. Ephram tells her that he came for his dad. Good for you, brother. Amy remarks that things have definitely changed. And thank God for small favors, Princess. Ephram agrees, and says that change is bound to happen. Amy says she should probably get the drinks she came for. Ephram asks her if she needs any change, because he has "a whole bunch." So cute. So sweet. So in trouble if he doesn't CALL ME OVER THE SUMMER GODDAMN IT. Amy laughs at him. Ephram: "What?" Amy: "You. You're still taking care of me." Ephram holds up the change for her. She takes it. I almost puke, not because the scene sucks, but because hating myself for liking this bullshit is making me nauseated. Amy tells Ephram that she thought he'd be in New York already. He surprises us all by saying that he decided not to go this year. He says it's much better to go around Christmas, when it won't be so hot. Amy says it will probably be nice to go home for the holidays. Ephram makes us all cry -- yes, even YOU -- when he tells Amy, "Yeah, maybe. But...I am home." His lip trembles a little, and he gives us a tiny smile. I love him.
Operating room. Treat tells Colin to stay with him. He's nearly done, and then something starts beeping like crazy. A nurse says that Colin's blood flow is dropping fast. Treat: "It burst. Damn!" I feel like I'm watching an episode of ER, except it's good and I care. Treat keeps working, and tells Colin to hold on again. It's very tense. The way he's saying, "Come on, buddy," is both fabulous and sad.
Stringed Instruments Of Surgical Cliffhangers swell in the background as we see Treat walk from the operating room to the waiting room. The camera pans from Treat's stone-faced nothing expression around the room, where everyone is looking at him expectantly. They all stand up and wait for an answer. Pan back to Treat's face, which tells us absolutely nothing. Credits. DAMN YOU, BERLANTI!