George is examining Lloyd in preparation for his surgery. Lloyd thinks he owes George, but George is just happy to have found the liver. Lloyd invites George to come out for a night on the town after he has recovered. George gets all nervous trying to explain that he doesn't really go for the dudes. Lloyd laughs, and tells him, "George, I never thought you were gay." You were the only one, Lloyd. Now it's George's turn to be surprised. Lloyd tells him, "I'm sick, George, not blind." George wonders why Lloyd was coming on to him if he didn't think George was gay. Lloyd explains that when he thought he was dying, it gave him license to be as bold as he wanted to be. Lloyd asks George if he's ever been attracted to someone he knew he couldn't have. George stammers and lies (badly) that he has never had an experience anything remotely like that. Lloyd asks what the young woman's name is. George spends a few more seconds denying that there is any such young woman before telling Lloyd, "Meredith." Lloyd tries to hold George's hand, but George declines and it gets all awkward in the room.

Burke, Cristina, and Izzie examine Mr. Davidson in preparation for the organ harvesting. Burke expresses his disdain for the procedure, since it means ending a life. Izzie leans in close to Mr. Davidson and tells him, "I know you tried, so no hard feelings, okay?" Cristina looks at her like she's crazy, but Burke acknowledges that there's nothing wrong with saying goodbye to a patient.

In the ER, Mere notices Callum Blue, whose name is apparently "Viper," sitting in a chair. She asks Alex what he's doing back, and Alex doesn't really know. He's pretty useless, isn't he? Mere walks towards Viper, calling out his name. He doesn't really respond, just looking kind of queasy. As she gets near him, he tries to stand up, but falls over with blood spilling out of his mouth. Mere pulls his shirt up -- the side of his abdomen where he was stuck with the wires is horribly distended, and there's blood oozing out of his stitches. Everything goes horribly slo-mo, and then we cut to commercials.