Doug slips back into the hospital and finds Pratt. "She still alive?" he asks. "You came back," Pratt says happily. "I never really left," Doug confesses. Pratt stares at him, as if he's not really sure what to do with his haphazard whim now that it's paid off and he's down one foster family and up one stoned punk. To paraphrase one of the world's wisest poets, Kenny Rogers, Pratt should've known when to hold 'em and when to fold 'em. "She says I was the biggest mistake of her life," chokes Doug. "I don't want to let them down, you know, but I don't know if I can do it." He seems scared and nervous, and genuinely tortured. Pratt steers him toward the kids. "HE came back," observes a passing Susan acerbically. Pratt apologizes to her for being out of line, which you know he never would've done had his gamble not paid off and Doug not returned. Very convenient apology. "Whatever. I'm an adult. I can handle it," she shrugs. "You should worry about those three kids."
As usual, Pratt gets a call. As usual, it's a Leon-related disaster. As usual, Pratt flees the hospital before his shift is over. As usual, there is no comeuppance. Paging Comeuppance! There's a Cocky Bastard Special on aisle five. "Was that Pratt leaving again?" Weaver asks. Jerry confirms that he had to leave early, but didn't say why. "Well, guess what, I want to go, too," Kerry snaps, erasing the board angrily. "Maybe I should just leave. What do you think? Just leave, because I feel like it." Then she shouts at Luka for misreading the child-abuse situation, stunning him with the revelation that David hurts himself so his father will stay home and hang out with him. Dr. Elizabeth "Here" Corday "Gone Tomorrow" appears to bitch at Luka for not sending Tom Callahan up to surgery fast enough; he'll be fine, but they're all irritated by the delay. Finally, Weaver brats that he should've called DCFS before calling the cops. Luka absorbs all this without defending himself, and you can sense there's some introspection going on, although it probably involves what kind of beer he's going to use to drown his sorrows.
Sadly, Luka enters Trauma Yellow and whispers to Jessie that Tom will be okay. "You can let go now," he says.
Susan cruises into the lounge, where Weaver is getting ready to go home. "Pratt left again?" she gripes conversationally. "Man, when I was an intern, it was a full-time job." She babbles about wanting to get in bed with Antonio Banderas. Whatever. He'd come up to her shoulder. Then, brightly, Susan whips out a wrapped gift for Weaver. "I know it's a little early, but I was in Fields buying a gift for my niece, and I saw the infant stuff..." Weaver stares at her in utter dread as she realizes what's going on, and how totally awkward this moment's going to be. Finally, after Susan goes on about clothing colors, Weaver gets in a word: "I'm not pregnant anymore," she whispers. "I miscarried." Susan's face falls. "Oh, God, Kerry, I'm so sorry," she flushes. Weaver blurts out some statistic about miscarriages being common among IVF patients. "Thank you for the thought," Weaver says uncomfortably. "Sure," Susan says, unsure where to look or what to think.