In the hall, Weaver small-talks, "So, Bloody Mary's back, eh?" Mitchell distractedly says she's harmless. Weaver says she tried to page Mitchell; Mitchell deadpans, "Yeah, well, it's been pretty crazy upstairs, and not just because of the patients." Weaver, trying for "breezy" but hitting closer to "nosy," asks what the cops wanted. Mitchell bitterly chuckles, "Oh, you should have stuck around! It was quite a little party." Over the second sentence, Weaver sheepishly says she had to be at work at 7:30. "So did I," Mitchell snaps. They arrive at the women's washroom; Weaver opens the door and stands expectantly until Mitchell follows her in. Weaver quietly says, "I didn't abandon you on purpose." "I didn't say you did," Mitchell tolerantly replies. Weaver asks what the cops said. Instead of snapping that if Weaver's so interested, she could have stuck around and heard the whole story in a less uncomfortable environment, Mitchell says that they were following up on Shannon, and adds that they'll probably want to talk to Weaver, too. Weaver asks why, and Mitchell says, "The patient has accused me of sexual harassment." "What?" Weaver breathes. Mitchell continues, "Yeah, she told the police that I came on to her and I touched her." Weaver, taking a step toward Mitchell, murmurs, "Why would she say such a thing?" Mitchell suggests, "Well, she caused over thirty deaths -- she's probably trying to divert the heat off of herself." Weaver elaborates, "Yeah, but why would she accuse you of that? How would she even know that you were --" "Gay?" Mitchell concludes for Weaver, and answers the question: "I told her." Immediately, Weaver's voice gets hard: "You what?" Mitchell quietly says she was trying to help Shannon. Weaver covers her eyes and drama-queens, "Kim! What were you thinking?" Mitchell yells, "I don't know, Kerry! That she needed help?" Weaver snaps, "Yeah, so you disclose your personal life to an unstable patient that you don't even know?!" Mitchell tries to stammer an answer, but before she can get anything out, Haleh appears at the door and tells Weaver that one of her patients is crashing. Weaver crutches out. Mitchell calls after her, "I'll see you later...?" and Weaver's all, whatever, "Yeah."
OR. Peter "Black Ops" Benton is operating when Elizabeth comes to the door. My soul twin Dr. Babcock greets her in an uncharacteristically friendly tone, saying he thought she was on bed rest. "Hardly," she barks, and, in a steely voice, asks, "Is this another one of my patients, Peter?" Um. It's surgery? Maybe this patient couldn't wait for you? Benton mutters, "What?" Elizabeth snits, "Well, you seem to have taken on several additional responsibilities during my absence." "Well, I didn't have, really, much choice," Benton says, rather calmly considering what a snatch Elizabeth is at this moment. She passive-aggresses, "Oh. So you had to organize the educational conferences for the two months and do my interview." Benton patiently tells her, "Well, I thought you were on medical leave for pre-term labour. Romano told me to keep this place running." This calm recounting of the facts momentarily throws Elizabeth off-track, but only for a moment: "Well, I was on medical leave, but now I'm back, and I am ready to resume all of my responsibilities as Associate Chief of Surgery, and if anyone has a problem with that, they can come and see me." Look, bitch -- get off the wheels, because there's no way of looking at this situation that makes you right. You've been gone for two weeks. As far as everyone in your department knew -- and according to all your medical advice -- you weren't going to be back at work until after your brat was born. The hospital couldn't just stop and wait for you, and if you're this much of a stressed-out control freak, your baby probably won't survive being clenched in your uterus for another several months, anyway. What is wrong with her and Mark that they can't just take time off when they suffer grievous medical emergencies? They have benefits! Their jobs will still be there when they get back! And -- hey, when is Elizabeth's mother going to come back and point out that Elizabeth is repeating exactly the same freakishly workaholic tendencies that Elizabeth claims made her childhood such a nightmare. Just...just shut up, Elizabeth. You're such an asshole that it makes me tired to have to point out the ways in which you are an asshole all the time. Anyway, she tears out (because she's on a tear, you see), and Dr. Babcock muses, "Think Greene developed that brain tumour after she got pregnant?" Me-YOW. Hee!