The Tay-Sachs moppet's name is Jessica, and her dad is named... Jessica's dad? Ah, imdb tells me it is "Mr. Smithson," hereafter to me known as Smith for short. Arizona and Bailey watch through the glass as he plays with some ponies on Jessica's bed, and Arizona explains that Tay-Sachs is always fatal in children, usually by age 4 or 5, but that Jessica made it to 6. Smith then walks out with a sheaf of papers and too excitedly explains that he's learned about some experimental stem cell research they've been doing in Mexico. He thinks they only need a couple of weeks to raise the money to get Jessica there, because doing experimental surgery in Mexico on a 6-year-old is ALWAYS a good idea. But he's desperate, so I should maybe try to not be so mean, just this once. Arizona gently reminds Smith that they don't have two weeks, and in fact might only have a couple of hours -- it's something they spoke about before and the doctors and he have done everything they can. Smith can't handle it and begins to cry as he begs for more time, protesting that Jessica is a fighter. He drops all of his papers and as he picks them up Arizona grabs his hand to firmly tell him that Jessica won't make it to Mexico and the best thing is to stay there. He throws all the papers back down, his sorrow replaced by anger, and yells back at Arizona that he's going to figure out how to get Jessica to Mexico that night. He then spits, "Shame on you for giving up on her." Bailey shoots a sideways glance at Arizona, and then at Jessica and her anime-sized eyes, clearly knowing this is a bad situation.
Cristina seems to be on full-time Izzie duty these days and is working away when an alarm goes off and Izzie's vitals all plummet. Cristina runs into the room past the dresses and feels for Izzie's pulse while watching the flat line on the monitor, but Izzie can no longer contain herself and bursts into really obnoxious, hysterical laughter. Cristina isn't pleased at all as Izzie cries that she should have seen her face: "It's your totally freaking out face!" Cristina can't believe it's a joke and quite frankly, neither can I -- even knowing how self-centered and generally cruel Izzie can be, this is extra low. If you have a disease that might actually kill you, don't scare your friends even more by pretending to die. She just recently learned how alone it felt to go through this with no one by her side, so maybe she shouldn't be alienating them with utterly tasteless pranks. Once Izzie gets her laughter under control, she tells Cristina she does in fact need her help, and can she go get Mere to try on the dresses, since Mere is ignoring Izzie's pages? For one glorious, hopeful second I thought Cristina might actually throttle Izzie with her bare hands, but sadly no.