Physician, Heal Thyself
I can't be the only one who laughed out loud, for a long time, and started to laugh again at the very memory of it, when Dr. Silas Clay peered over the rims of his glasses and told Sam to:
Silas: Unclench, lady.
This was and continues to be hilarious for a number of reasons. Like--and I know this is just Michael Easton's voice, which continues to be one of my favorite things--everything the man says is gravely serious and any lighthearted cuteness is delivered in the form of stern admonition. So him telling anybody to be less tightly wound is amusing.
And also, Sam's "clenching" came about because he decided to just up and give her child and impromptu medical examination in the rudest way possible.
Silas: I'm examining your son.
Sam: Excuse me?
Silas: There's something wrong with him.
"Bitch, I just diagnosed your kid with an illness through osmosis and you're STILL copping an attitude?!"
And also also, the ponytail. Hee.
Oh, the diagnosis, by the way? CANCER. He made a shocking diagnosis at the end of the episode after spending approximately 74 seconds with this (just beyond adorable) baby and then--literally. Seriously, this happened--turned around and left the room.
Sam: You're going to be just fine.
Silas, with a pretty extreme combination of condescension and irritation, which is to say that he was totally unclenched: I hope you didn't mean that. Lying to yourself is one thing, but don't tell that little boy he's okay, because he's not.
Sam: Are you stalking me?
Silas: No, relax. I just want to make sure you got Danny checked out.
Sam: For your information, I did. I got bloodwork done and the results will be in tomorrow.
Silas: These people didn't tell you what he's got?
Sam: No, they said it could be a few different things.
Silas: No, Sam. It's not "a few different things". It's just one thing.
Sam: Really? What's that.
Silas: It's cancer.
Sam: [Stares, shocked and horrified]
Silas: [Thinks "Well, I've put in a pretty long day here, so..." and leaves. LEAVES. Just turns and shrugs and exits after giving someone life-altering information with absolutely no proof or medical evidence. No comforting words or even a half-hearted "There, there" from across the room. Nothing]
Sam: [Thinks "My life is the fucking worst" because REALLY, her life is awful]
It's some pretty impressive bedside manner, is all I'm saying.
(Also, is it safe to say that this is the start of an unbearably sad medical storyline in which, after numerous close calls and many tears shed on my end, Franco winds up having the exact blood type or other genetic material to save Danny's life and everybody starts to wonder "Hey, I wonder if I didn't misjudge this guy. What's a few murders and sexual assaults? We've all made mistakes. But he clearly likes babies and that makes me like him!"? Eff.)