"Okay bye," says Fiona, and hangs up. She never hears her mother's panicked begging, in the bright shadow of that x-ray film, to stay on the line for just a second longer.
Then it's later, and they're wheeling in Blythe Danner, who is suffering abdominal pain, and who is Fitch Cooper's mother, and who was forced to go to the hospital by Leslie, and who believes she just needs a Tums before she can go on her way. She asks him to have a look, and he protests that it's against the rules to treat family. "I gave birth to you, put you through med school. At least have a look. Don't be such a baby, Fitch." He complains, noting that among the other illegalities and indignities, he hasn't seen her stomach since he was a child.
Coop hurries Elenor over, but squeals as she's palpating her: "You're hurting my mother!" Eleanor tells him to calm down and calls him a ninny, and of course Mrs. Cooper reacts to that, and then beckons him to her bed with a crooked finger as they wheel her away. Leslie Scheinhorn -- Swoozie Kurtz -- arrives in the ER, complaining that it was Mrs. Cooper who insisted on coming to All Saints in particular, and he comforts his mother. She follows after the gurney, and Elenor stares at him. "I have two moms, yeah," he says offhandedly, and she looks him up and down. "Bravo, Dr. Cooper."
Paula's arms are shot through and Jackie can't find a vein. She requests crushed ice, "with a hemlock chaser," and Zoey suggests calling the hospice so they know she's coming. "I'm not going to hospice, Pippi Longstocking," Paula hisses, "Like I need more sad shit in my life? Put me in a room full of death." She tells Zoey she's sweet for asking, and turns to Jackie: "Christ?" Jackie sends poor Zoey off to get ice, and poor Zoey wongles off into the ER as weirdly as ever.
Into the bed next door the EMTs wheel Cat Ball Guy from a couple weeks ago. This time it's his hands: the cat switched on the garbage disposal while he was fishing out a fork. "I'm waiting for a vascular surgeon, and 'someone from Plastics,' whatever the fuck that means," he groans angrily. Paula, from the next bed over, offers her theory that he's "Cat Ball Guy" because he was naked and the cat pounced on his junk. Jackie swears she didn't tell her, and Paula laughs. "Cats are cats!" She tells a story about how one time a guy came in with his nuts in a baggie -- "Cat went apeshit on him!" -- prompting CBG to wheeze, "Who is she?"