Thor drops by, gets freaked by the gothic scariness of Gloria's office, and then tries to explain how cool she was today. She stares at him like a robot and tries to think of words. "Okay. Well, thank you. I miss it. Being with patients. And I quite enjoyed your pithy remarks." He grins and tries to wubba-wubba her into some kind of intimacy -- "I try!" -- but she seriously just shuts down, staring at him like that robot just went dead. She looks like her circuit board is sparking. She stares, unmoving, slowly turning him into Zoey Barkow, until he's finally like "Well? Bye bye?" He gets the fuck out of there, it's so awesome, and she continues to stare into space. I hope Thor did not break Gloria.
But the full moon and the crazy day have taken their toll on everybody. Jackie tries to wrangle the wife-and-girlfriend of Head Injury, to explain that he's stabilized and she can see him in a few minutes, and Suzie wants to see him too, he loves her too, et cetera, and they almost get into a punching match, and Jackie tells them both to sit the fuck down. Wife says, awesomely, "What am I supposed to do here, share my peanut butter crackers with her?"
That's when Jackie's circuit board starts sparking too. Between talking Eleanor and Sarah through their non-monogamy, and trying to explain Ginny Flinn to Kevin, and hooking back up with Eddie only to have him meanly get another girlfriend, her entire thought process of compartmentalizing her relationships has taken quite a hit this season. If she were in the ER and Eddie and Kevin were both there, she would expect them to... You can see her try to answer this question while she babbles: "No. What has to happen, because... when... sh... when he first came in, sh... ordinarily, the wife... the husband... uh... this woman is your husband's... this woman is your husb... when he... all right..."
Just TILT. Like the Supercollider, putting two things that must never touch in the same single space. What would you do? Don't know, because it cannot ever happen. But this, like Coop's take on abuse and fake outrage, is just mental rote: Trying to actually do the math for these poor shitty women is just incredibly taxing. You don't get the MRI because you don't want to know the extent of the damage. She can't do it for herself, but she's supposed to do this for two women who both dated that little ferret? One of whom cut his head open? Her eyes practically cross for a second. Then she abruptly squares her shoulders, and breathes, and says with great honesty: "I know nothing about this sort of thing." And with that, she leaves. It's awesome.