Meredith goes on to say that she thinks Claire had some illegal surgery done in Mexico because she has four laparoscopic scars on her abdomen and won't say where they're from. The parents are clueless. Mere states that she ordered a CT scan for the girl and Bailey says that while she's waiting for the results from the scan, she should check on some guy's charts, document some EKGs and X-rays, mop the cafeteria, wash her car, pick up her dry cleaning and walk the dog because, apparently, Bailey enjoys torturing Meredith for sleeping with her boss.
Cristina's still looking rough over by the water cooler when Burke saunters up and goes, "Whoa! Got the flu?" Cristina's like, "NO I'M PREGNANT, FUNNY GUY. Yes, I have the flu. And I got it from you. SO THANKS." Burke thinks she should go home and get some rest. "This is not gonna make me go home," she snaps. "YOU GO HOME." Heh. Burke says he feels fine, but as Cristina stalks off, he feels his glands and pulse with self-diagnosing paranoia. Hee. I love how he's this hard-assed brilliant surgeon with the occasional spine made of jelly. Sometimes it bugs, but mostly it's just adorable.
George is running after Izzie in a hallway, asking her if she's seen Dr. Shepherd. "Not as closely as Meredith has," says Izzie. God. Shut up, Izzie. George is surprised that Izzie would just come out and say something like that. Meredith's their friend; they wouldn't want to get her in trouble, now would they? Izzie just turns around and spews out all over George that recommendations from guys like Shepherd can make or break them in this program. "There is a reason we don't sleep with the attendings," she says. And that's when George climbs under his blankie and pretends there are no bogeymen in the closet. "It's not her fault," he says. "It's Shepherd's." Oh, WHAT? Shut up, George. And shut up, Izzie. God, I hope there's nothing relevant in the rest of this scene because I am TIRED of covering what little I've witnessed. George just says that it's Shepherd's fault because he's the attending and he should know better. He has a point. But also? Meredith isn't chained to a chair in a basement or anything; girlfriend's a full-grown adult with voting capabilities, she's capable of saying no, no?
George goes to get the little girl's films from neurology, and he spends some time watching Shepherd do his magic in the OR. He's about to leave when the anesthesiologist passes between him and a nurse and leaves a trail of bourbon behind. The nurse points out that he smells it too and George is horrified. The nurse comments that the guy is the best anesthesiologist on the staff and that he'll worry when the guy's too juiced to do his crossword puzzle. Gah. Remind me to bring my "Have you had a fifth of bourbon today?" questionnaire with me the next time I have to have surgery. George watches in stunned silence as the anesthesiologist returns to the surgery and takes his place at the patient's head.