Yang finds Mrs. Lin asleep in the chair by her husband's bed. She gently rouses her and suggests that she go home and get some sleep. Mrs. Lin responds as if she didn't hear. She laments the dryness of the weather, and what it will do to the garden Mr. Lin loves. She says she can't leave him to go home and water it, though. She asks if Mr. Lin will ever wake up again. Yang looks doubtful, but lies that there's a chance his lungs will recover. She says she'll talk to Dr. Joyner about it. Mrs. Lin says, "Whatever you think is best. I trust you." Yang grimaces. She tells Mrs. Lin to go get something to eat, promising to come and find her when she knows something. Gina comes in to empty the wastebasket, and smiles sadly at Yang.
Kellerman and his team are still trying to get the surgery back on track. The Rinpoche responds by flatlining. "We're gonna lose this guy," Kellerman says, sounding stunned. That's probably something he should keep to himself.
Cut to Thor, retching into a toilet. The Y.O.D.A. finds him and addresses himself to Thor's backside, asking impatiently if Kellerman is coming down or not. Thor pulls his head out of the toilet just long enough to gasp, "Go away." The Y.O.D.A. tells Thor to give him something to hold him over, adding that he's in a lot of pain. So much pain that he can't keep himself from chasing Thor from toilet to toilet, apparently. Having finally had enough, Thor grabs the stall door and hoists himself up, pulling out his prescription pad. He scribbles something on it and thrusts it at the Y.O.D.A. The junkie is offended by the number "four" he sees scribbled on the scrip, and asks indignantly what he's supposed to do with that paltry amount. Thor tells him that's all he's getting. He then dives headfirst into the stall again. The Y.O.D.A. manages to think for a second, then pulls a pen from his pocket. That clever little pill-head adds a zero after the four! Because the pharmacist surely won't notice that it's written in a different ink. Or, as someone pointed out on the boards, that the prescription isn't filled out in triplicate, as required by law.
The motorcycle guy's wife shows up, and Dalgety shows her the body, assuring her that they did everything they could. He adds that the guy wasn't wearing a helmet. The woman sniffles that he didn't own one. Face crumpling, she adds, "Jerk!" She rolls back the sheet to show Dalgety the tattoo on her husband's bicep. She says she asked him to get a heart, and he got "that thing." She jabs at the anatomically accurate tattoo. She says, "He had to make a joke out of everything." Dalgety learns something other than the importance of wearing a helmet.