Carter's skylight patient dies. Carter is in a blue rage because Pratt isn't around. He stops long enough to digest Ed Asner's labs and deduce that the old coot is diabetic, and then he continues raging that somebody needs to page Pratt immediately. Carter's on a rampage, except unfortunately, he really is filling Mark's void, by which I mean that his idea of a "rampage" is more like mild, milquetoast irritation.
Upstairs, Kerry is on an IV and with her doctor. Abby enters to check on her. Kerry is trying to be all businessy about it, saying she knows exactly what to do medically, etc. Her doctor gently suggests that she take off for a few days, and then leaves. Abby regards Weaver with professional worry. "Can I get you anything?" she asks. "Do you want me to try and call Sandy at work?" Weaver shakes her head and looks crushed, lost, but she's not crying. "Abby?" she calls out. Abby turns near the door. Weaver loses her sentence. "I can give you a ride home in about an hour," Abby offers quickly. Weaver sighs slowly, a measure of relief in her eyes. "Thanks," she whispers. As the door swings open, Rosemary is shuffling past, and she notices Weaver lying in the bed.
The Mullet leads Coco triumphantly through the hospital. She's clutching a baggie full of fresh-squeezed Gilman juice, holding it like it's a victory for money-grubbing slagbags everywhere. "We were lucky to capture that retrograde ejaculation as well," The Mullet simpers. Gallant tries to tell Coco something about her husband's condition, but she ignores him. "I have to go. I ovulated this morning," she says. "Let's go! We're killing spermatozoa!" shouts The Mullet. Jerry can't believe his ears. "That man has an electro-ejaculator," Gallant announces, laughing. Everyone snorts. "Does that come with a costume?" Jerry asks. "No, an extension cord," Gallant shudders. They all figuratively toast the mighty Gilman. Chen mischievously asks an approaching Abby if she's ever heard of electro-ejaculation. "No," she muses. "I had an instant ejaculator once -- Tommy Reynolds, tenth grade. Poor kid never could make it out of his jeans." Hee. I can't believe I just said that, but oh well. Hee, I tell you. HEE.
Gallant takes a call from Pratt just as Carter arrives in search of his favorite renegade. Gallant is refusing to do something when Carter rips the phone from his hand; by now, Pratt has hung up. Carter turns to Gallant and gives him a stunningly dull, searingly benign order to tell him what's going on with Pratt. How can Gallant resist such weakly applied force? He can't.