Cruz has a well-deserved headache at this point, and seeing Zoey appear in his doorway isn’t helping things. She’s bot there to yell, though; instead, she pulls out a little pink notebook for him: a map to the people who work for him. It’s literally a collection of personal details about the staff, compiled to help him better deal with his employees without being such a fucking asshole. When he asks why she’s giving this to him, she straight up just tells him that they expect the same good work from him that he expects from them. Wow. I love so much that she said that, and she’s probably the only one who could’ve gotten away with it the way she did. She’s even camouflaged some of the pages to make him work to decipher the information. Love Zoey. Live for Zoey.
Back at the bar, Jackie is recounting her grand exit, when her cell rings again. It’s O’Hara, fully in labor and scared to death, hiding out alone in her office. She doesn’t know what to do–she’s not due for a month, her doctor is out of town, and she doesn’t want to give birth at work. Like the hardcore administrator she is, Akalitus takes the phone and orders O’Hara to get up to the maternity ward.
The redesign of which she personally oversaw, so you know it rocks.
Jackie is on her way, but first she calls Coop, so he can escort O’Hara upstairs. Ha! That bitch is getting in the delivery room, no matter what. Jackie and Eddie stop by O’Hara’s to pack a bag, and they don’t know what the fuck they’re doing, or where anything is, so they just grab a bunch of evening wear and call it a day.
Coop is stepping up like a champ, holding the vomit bin and even offering to stay at O’Hara’s house and help her out until she can get the nanny situation worked out. My god, he’s adorable. When Jackie calls from downstairs, O’Hara asks him to go get her and escort her past Cruz, and the look on his face is just GAAAAH! Heartbreak. He asks if he’s beong traded in, and she looks him right and the eye and says not at all. He lights up, and my damn heart explodes. I’m such an ass.
Jackie sneaks past the desk, but Cruz ambushes her at the elevator and grabs her arm. Oh hell no, son.
Not to worry–Coop is ready for action!
Cruz tells Jackie to GTFO of the hospital, she tells him it’s a free country and she can go to maternity in an unofficial capacity if she damn well wants, but before they can really get into it, Sam interrupts. The ambulance is here; they have an OD patient coming in, someone who’s already had CPR and a defibrillator, but the EMTs have lost the pulse again. Cruz jumps to it, and tells Jackie to leave as soon as the baby gets here.
And oh my god. Before she can get on the elevator, we see the OD patient wheeled in. It’s Charlie. IT’S FUCKING CHARLIE. Charlie, why are you here and not in rehab??
Edie Falco’s face, folks. Her face, as Jackie realizes who it is and what’s about to happen, is a work of art, is it not? Jackie tells Coop to forget the baby and get to trauma, which goes over about as well as an ex-nurse issuing orders goes over with Cruz. Both doctors start in on her, but she just screams at Coop and scares him so badly he listens. Then she starts to push right past Cruz. Who turns around. And sees that kid of his.
Fuck. Holy fuck.
Cruz grabs Jackie, not about to go into that room without her, but we don’t get the big dramatic medical intervention I was expecting. Instead, we see the aftermath. Charlie is stabilized, and Cruz is checking his vitals, completely absorbed and, understandably, barely coherent. “You’ve got a lot of fucking nerve,” he says, and when Jackie apologizes, he says he’s not talking to her. But then. Then.