Jeanetta tries to blow off her condition, which is clever given that she's practically drooling lung tissue at this point. Susan informs her that her form of pneumonia is a dangerous one, and she's too sick to leave the hospital. Jeanetta's still in denial, as if her kids need her too much for this to be serious, ignoring the fact that she'll be a whole lot more useful to her children if she doesn't cough so hard that she turns herself inside out. Susan warns her that she may die if they take her off the hospital-supervised medication. "Is there anyone we could call? A relative, someone to watch the kids?" she asks. Jeanetta suggests her Aunt Sarah from Detroit. "What about your son, Doug?" asks an approaching Pratt. Jeanetta horks up a lot of hatred for Doug. Or, it's mucus. "I'll call Sarah. She'll come," Jeanetta insists. Pratt looks doubtful.
Chuny yells for Pratt, telling him that Jessie Callahan crashed. Pratt rushes to join the parade bringing her to Trauma Yellow while trying to shock her back to life. "What happened?" he asks. "Shut up and bag her," Carter spits. Hot. But if anyone was ever to misinterpret that order -- with lusty, terrible consequences -- it would be Pratt. Carter rails at Pratt for not checking the hemocue a second time, but Pratt insists that he did. We have no idea whether he did or not, so the great debate that's raging actually means very little. I guess you need a backwards episode if you want answers to these little spats. They finally get a heart rhythm and wheel Jessie into the trauma room.
Luka is with the husband, Tom, whose sats are dropping fast. He's coaching Michael "Yup, Still Here" Gallant through the process of setting up a central line. When he does it and does it well, Luka praises him. Dr. Robert "Rocket" Romano bursts in for a consult. "Tension pneumo with interperitoneal blood," Gallant rattles off, to which Romano barely waits a beat before replying, "Oh yeah, ex-lap, don't even bother scanning him." Swiveling to leave, Romano calls out, "Come on upstairs, sir, where the good drugs are." God bless you, Rocket. Luka translates for Tom that he's bleeding in his belly, and needs an operation. I love how he evidently figured "stomach" or "abdomen" would be too technical for poor Tom to comprehend. Tom catches sight of his wife being wheeled into Trauma Yellow and begs for a chance to see her. Luka heads next door...
...into Trauma Yellow, where Jessie isn't doing that well. I speak Beep, and the rough translation of her condition is, "Oh, sweet Jebus." Carter rails, "She should never have left the department. She has a huge retroperitoneal bleed." Luka tries to grab Carter's attention, but Carter doesn't have time for him, so Luka just stands there with the door swinging open behind him. Naturally, Tom yells, "Jessie!" This prompts someone to close it just as Jessie goes into v-fib. She's got no pulse and she's been out for ten minutes. "She's brain dead," Pratt intones. "Her heart's barely beating." This evidently stuns Luka into silence, because he lets Gallant enter and inform them that Tom wants to see Jessie before he goes up to the OR. "Should I bring him in?" he asks. "Yeah," sighs Carter. Luka takes one look at Carter's tux peeking through the translucent yellow gown, and knows he's not dressed for doom. "I'll tell him," Luka offers. Carter thanks him and exits dejectedly. As he pulls off his scrubs in the hall, he looks up just as the hallway clears to reveal Abby standing at the front desk in a black cocktail dress, her blonde hair smooth. Flights of angels land on her shoulders, trumpeting her glory, and the heavens open up so that God might personally stroke her head. "Hi," Carter mouths imperceptibly. Abby waves. We fade to black thinking that, in this season of weak act-outs, this might be the poorest.