Gregarious Thor, hale and hearty and fully recovered from his unfortunate run-in with the crafty Chinese chicken, barrels through the physicians' staging area and bellows something about burritos for breakfast. An underling gives him a string of bullets regarding the department's current cases, and the only thing I understood out of the entire list was "pneumonia." Gregarious Thor shouts some orders as the lovely and talented William Fichtner lopes through the room. Thor sidles over to him and confides, "I heard your friend Ryder surrendered to the police this morning." Oh yeah? Well I heard the cops already had him handcuffed to a gurney last night. So you can go ahead and fire the continuity editor. Thor's flagellating himself for the fatal Vicodin prescription. Kellerman reminds Thor Ryder altered the scrip himself; therefore, there's no need for guilt on Thor's part. Thor mumbles in agreement as Kellerman breezes on out of there with a clipboard, but it's clear the gregarious one still blames himself, and likely will do so for quite some time. Thor shrugs it off, however, when a pair of EMTs wheel a fresh patient into the trauma room. More for his own benefit than for the others still present, he grandly announces, "All right, people, somebody's gonna die today and tomorrow and the next day, so let's get to work!" Unless the underling cowering by the whiteboard aspires to follow in Thor's footsteps as The Butcher Of Mission General, that's not a terribly inspiring bit of rhetoric.
Up in what I assume is the intensive care unit, Wee Willie describes Jolly Green Gina's current status to a kindly efficient organ bank coordinator named Carol. Kellerman eyes him wordlessly throughout with apparently genuine sympathy. Carol tells them that Jolly Green Gina's heart will go to a recipient in Las Vegas, while her liver and kidneys will remain in San Francisco. There's a tasteless Tony Bennett joke in there somewhere. I'm sure of it. Carol exposits that the crappy digital overlay has socked in San Francisco's airport, but they expect to tap out the effects budget by that afternoon. Once the crappy digital overlay vanishes, the Las Vegas transplant team should arrive to "harvest" the heart. Wee Willie assures Carol that his staff will be ready. Carol thanks them both and exits. "You okay?" Kellerman breathes once she's gone. Willie nods tensely and blinks a bit before gently stretching out a hand to brush a few stray strands of hair from the vegetable's forehead. "Gina's gonna save four lives today," Kellerman offers. Wee Willie silently tenses every muscle in his head.