Meanwhile, things are getting bloodier by the second in the OR. Kellerman tells Dalgety to "move it" because the woman is getting weaker. Dalgety reaches a hand inside the woman's abdomen and squelches around in her uterus for a bit, turning the miracle of childbirth into something rather unsavory. With a sucking swoosh, he manages to pry the baby out of the womb, and it's eerily quiet. Kellerman immediately sets to work on the tyke, and Dalgety breaks the news: "I don't think he's breathing." Joyner whisks the baby to the corner, where two doctors set about trying to get him to breathe. "Come on, Joyner, talk to me," Kellerman pleads. Joyner holds up a shushing hand, intent on the proceedings. A second later, the baby himself lets Kellerman know that he's fine with a lusty, full-lunged wail. Kellerman asks Dalgety if he's got the mother covered, and Dalgety assures him that he does. Kellerman walks over to Joyner, who says, "You scared the hell out of me." "It's Halloween," Kellerman answers.
Yang has changed into her street clothes, but she can't leave without checking out the newspaper one last time. "Jerks," she mutters, shaking her head. She sees that the article is continued (apparently it's an exceptionally slow news day) on an inside page, and flips it over. Her jaw drops. Apparently Yang is the only one who didn't see this coming: one of the photos is of the woman she saw in the shower. The woman in the photo is slumped in the same position, clutching the same blood-soaked abdomen. As if the paper would print that photo.
Cut to Joyner strolling through the hallway, enjoying a post-surgical high. Type-A flies out of nowhere to put an end to it, gritting that she's going to report Kellerman and Dalgety to the board. Joyner points out that the mother and the baby are doing fine. A shot of the father cradling the baby confirms it. Type-A insists, "They got lucky! Those two are loose cannons!" Joyner snits that they happened to be right. Type-A rolls her eyes and says, "Please don't tell me you condone what they did! I can't believe this! There are rules --" "Forget the rules! They saved your ass! And you shouldn't have missed her Marfan!" Joyner snaps. Type-A tries to schlep off responsibility to the patient. Joyner, whipped up into a frenzy, gets her finger waving in Type-A's face and rhymes off all the symptoms she missed, which "almost cost a patient her life!" Joyner makes a final jab with her finger as she barks, "You report them, I report you, Angela. Your choice." She waves her hand dismissively and strides off. "Fine," Type-A mutters.
Dalgety stops to check in on the Scarecrow. She whimpers that she wants to die. He sighs and thinks of the woman who just about died for her baby, and tells her not to say it unless she means it. He adds, "And if you mean it..." Sighing, he leaves her there to stew in her self-pitying juices.