Previously on Night Shift, Robert Scorpio's benign brain tumor led to the discovery of his clearly not benign colon cancer, we learned that Kyle and "Leo" are brothers and hate each other, Epiphany and Billy Dee went out on a date that looked like it was part of a different show, and Saira diagnosed Jagger's son Stone with Autism Spectrum Disorder. And prior to all of that, Jagger was shirtless!
Patrick runs into Jagger (who is, unfortunately, fully clothed) and Stone arriving at the hospital. Patrick is obviously feeling less than his usual hotly confident self around Jagger, and it is hilarious. He gives dumb answers to Jagger's questions (How is Robin? Oh, "she's good...she's still pregnant...but you know that.") and asks dumber ones himself ("How's the FBI?" Hee.). Jagger and Stone head off for their appointment with Dr. Batra and Patrick hotly walks off in the opposite direction, hotly giving one of those "OMG, I am SUCH a dumbass" head shakes and sighs. I LOVE this non-cocky version of Patrick. Between this and Patrick and Robin having different conversations every week, I totally want to make out with Sri Rao. (And yes, I read that he's not into girls, but hello, it's an expression. Or at least I think it is. Maybe this is how I got a bad reputation.)
Robin comes into Robert's room to give him some lab reports and is shocked to find him packing his very large bag to leave. In response to her query as to what he's doing, he nonchalantly says he's looking for his anti-venom kit. He says there will be hell to pay if he gets bit by a snake while walking out through the GH lobby. Snakes and hospitals. If you ever meet me and want to see me pass out or have a mild coronary (What? Maybe you're a big Sonny Corinthos fan or something.), please feel free to remind me of the even theoretical combination of snakes and hospitals. THE HORROR.
Robert wants a lift from Robin back to what's left of his plane, while Robin looks at him like he's crazy and says he's not going anywhere.
Billy Dee and Epiphany run into each other in the locker room. He says she's a sight for sore eyes and gives her a kiss on the cheek, and then a bouquet of red roses. I like this version of Epiphany much better than the one who was a screeching buttinski with no respect for doctors, but I'm pretty unmoved by this romance with Toussaint for some reason. It may be because, as Mal noted last week, Billy Dee is seriously not even trying, and he's not really convincing me that Toussaint has the hots for Epiphany. So basically, they're boring, but since that's an improvement over 98% of this show from last season, I'm not going to rant about them or anything.
Two women are rushed into the ER after having been pulled from a burning house. Kyle, Patrick, and "Leo" are tending to the worse off of the two, who is in shock, nonresponsive, and has third degree burns to more than 70% of her body. Yikes. Claire is assisting too, as the woman flatlines, and Patrick uses the paddle-thingies to no avail.
Cue the mercifully short theme song.
Patrick, "Leo," and Kyle are in the fire victim's room, using a little exposition to fill us in on her condition -- basically, she's brain-dead and her heart is barely functioning. The woman who came into the ER with her, Allison, appears at the door and calls out after the patient Cynthia, who turns out to be her partner of nine years. Kyle is clearly moved. Patrick hotly says Allison can have as much time with Cynthia as she wants, and leaves. Allison asks "Leo" whether Cynthia is in any paid, at which point "Leo" hands Kyle Cynthia's chart and bails. Classy. Kyle assures Allison that Cynthia is not in pain, then runs after "Leo." They have an argument allegedly over the patient but really over "Leo" being a dick in general.
Robert and Robin sit down in his hospital room.
Robin: You have stage four colon cancer.
Robert: Four out of...?
Robin: Four.
Robert: Oh. Oh. At least I get an A plus. Survival rate?
Robin: Ten percent.
Robert: Well, I've had, uh, I've had worse odds in my life. Darling, life's always been a game to me. A dangerous one, but a game. And lady luck's always been on my side.
Robin: Dad, we have to perform surgery to remove part of your colon. And then we're going to have to follow up with a rigorous course of chemotherapy.
Robert: Okay.
Robin: All in all, we're looking at several months before we know if you're in the clear.
Robert: That's unacceptable.
Robert has spy business to get back to and tries to play that off as his concern, when thanks to Tristan Rogers being awesome we can see that the problem really is that Robert is terrified. Robert bolts, promising to send Robin a postcard, or a text message, or "something on [her] FriendSpace." Ha.
Billy Dee and Claire bring a body to the morgue. Small problem: The corpse is coughing. They are understandably confused and, in Claire's case, freaked the hell out:
Claire: Oh my god, if you open that drawer and something pops out, I am totally going to crap my pants! Like, everywhere.
Hee! However, 1) every medical show in history has already done this story, 2) Claire is being crazily unprofessional, and 3) Claire continues to be an absolute carbon copy of Izzy on Grey's Anatomy (she even punctuates her freak-out with a "seriously!"). Anyway, yeah, the dude is undead.
Saira is playing blocks with Stone, giving him positive reinforcement. He moves over to a train on the floor, and Saira follows. She directs him how to play with the train, but instead he takes the cars off and starts meticulously lining them up side-by-side. Jagger looks on.
He is upset. Or furious. Or...planning his next stakeout.
Saira asks Stone to come back to the table with the blocks but Stone keeps lining up the train cars. Jagger gets upset and takes Stone's arm, sitting him down with Saira. Stone is upset and knocks down all the blocks. Saira asks Stone to pick them up while she and his dad go to talk about something in the hall. Sadly, that is not a euphemism, and they do just talk. Saira wants Jagger to be an observer only at this point. Jagger finds all this therapy involving blocks and trains to be a bit of a head-scratcher.
Jagger still doesn't understand Stone's diagnosis -- he says Stone is really smart and just shy. Saira patiently explains that autism does not have anything to do with intellect. Do you get the feeling, as I do, that many people have had to have patient conversations related to intellect with Jagger over the years?