Cam and Slutgirl walk up the stairs as Slutgirl confesses that she only came because Meghan told her there'd be a keg. Ha. Cameron starts: "I'm not really good at easing into things, so I'm just going to say this and then you can go back and help Meghan...polish." They show Meghan polishing her halo. Cam: "You may or may not have noticed. I'm kinda into you." Slutgirl: "Really." Cam: "I guess the trouble is that I'm not getting anything back. I can't keep banging my head up against the wall here. If you're interested, then let's do something here, but if not...you know I just need to know." Slutgirl says that's fair enough. Slutgirl: "So, how do I say this?" Cam: "Just say it." Slutgirl: "Okay, um, this whole you and me thing. I'm pretty much in it for a little action and a little company. You know, no hassles, no commitment. I like you, I really do. You're a lot of fun to hang with." Cam: "But?" Slutgirl: "Well, that kind of arrangement can be cool if both people feel the same." Cam: "But in this case they don't." Slutgirl said she was pretending not to notice it was becoming more for him and that she was using him the other night: "Meghan tried to tell me that." "Meghan," Cam whispers, like she's Newman. "Yeah, she laid into me earlier tonight about screwing with your head." Cam looks over his shoulder and watches Saint Meghan polish, polish, polish. He smiles, gulps, looks back at Meghan, gulps and says he didn't know she talked to her. "Big sister looking out for her little brother, you know?" Slutgirl says. Cam just smiles and thinks, "No. She just wants to do me." Slutgirl apologizes and sticks out her hand for the "friends?" handshake. He takes it. She walks off as he tries to hold onto her hand. She pulls it from his stalker grip. Cam looks over at Meghan and Slutgirl polishing and smiles as he realizes he's just one slumber party away from the night of his life.
Of course the Green family can finish anything on time, and the firehouse is completely done by morning. Everyone walks out the front, but Slutgirl and Clay aren't there anymore. Kenny asks Mary about his driver's license (again). He asks if he should be an organ donor. He says he never thought about death before the meningitis and now he thinks about it all the time. Mary gives him an "oh, baby" and strokes him. He says that if the doctors knew when he was in a coma that his organs could have saved others, would they have fought so hard to save him? Mary says, "Oh, honey. Any doctor that tried to stop fighting for you would have to go through me first. And your dad, and your grandmother, and Meghan and Cam. And by the time we were done with him, they'd be recycling his organs." Kenny laughs, because he loves being in the Green Mafia. Mary isn't done with her crisis counseling yet, though. "Maybe life is fragile, but your support system certainly is not." They hug. My eyes leap from their sockets, pack a bag, hold hands with the dueling Saint Clares and declare that they "have had just about enough of this shit." Mitch walks out and says that they have just enough time to go home, shower, and come back to meet Tom. Mitch turns back around to the rest of his family (who are all in armlock together) and says, "Hey! And if I don't say it enough, you guys are amazing. You saved my life here." He gives Mary an "Especially you." They all smile together in the complete peace of knowing that they are the best six human beings on the planet and that thirty minutes of work can save anyone's life forever. Mary gives Kenny her keys and tells her that he's driving. Kid's got his license for two days, you keep him up all night long, and then you make him drive your sleepy ass home? Nice. Another car bites the dust for the Greens.