Cuddy swabs a machine. Wilson walks up to ask if she's made any progress; she hasn't. Wilson, don't you have something to do? Aren't you some kind of doctor? He tells Cuddy to "calm down." I'd like to see him try that with one of those bereaved parents. "Calm down, Mom. Things always work themselves out eventually. Hey, if your baby dies, do you still celebrate Mother's Day? I always thought it was one of those greeting-card industry holidays, myself, but --" and then he is slapped. Cuddy answers that she is calm, and then storms up to that tie-clip-rebel med student and cuts his free-as-the-wind-blows tie off just below the knot. "I warned you," she says. True that.
Max's Mom stands outside the NICU. Chase comes out and tells her that Max's temperature has been stable for the last hour. "We're not gonna make it, are we?" Mom says. You see, her next door neighbors divorced four months after their son died. When Max dies, her marriage will, too. Chase hates these awkward emotional doctor-patient conversations, so he's almost relieved when alarms start going off in the NICU and he has to run back inside. Almost.