As Abby walks through the ER, Chen wheels in a seizing woman whom Abby recognizes as Seizure Mom; she halts Chen's prescription of Ativan and explains that it's a fake seizure. Chen trusts Abby, and promises to push saline so that psychologically the woman thinks she's been treated and stops convulsing. Sure enough, despite a skeptical look from Haleh that would wither a plastic rose, Chen gives Seizure Mom the saline and she calms down in an instant. Take that, Haleh. Abby learns that the woman has had three to four seizure a day since her last ER visit, so she pulls aside the husband, Nick; she explains that his wife's head scan and EEG were both normal after her last seizure, indicating that it's psychosomatic. He's irritated and wants to talk to a real doctor, but Abby insists the words would be the same and tells him that the only way his wife will get admitted and helped is if she's sent up to Psych. He agrees reluctantly, and Abby heaves a sigh.
While phoning up the details, Abby's interrupted by Elizabeth, who's wondering if Abby has seen Kerry. She's worried, and isn't sure whom else she can talk to about Kerry, because nobody else really cares where Kerry is beyond a nagging urge to hide her crutch somewhere obscene. "She seems distressed," Elizabeth says. "She's in mourning," Abby counters. Elizabeth adds that she thinks Kerry wants to flee with Henry; Abby nods that while she's sympathetic to Kerry, Elizabeth might want to speak with someone closer to her. "Right," Elizabeth nods. "Like who?" Whom. Right? Cue the lovely and talented Wing Chun -- boss, grammarian, friend, and lethal killing machine. ["Oh, dude. 'Who'/'Whom' is my Waterloo." -- Wing Chun]
Sam sashays into the lounge and encounters Luka. "How you doing?" she asks brightly. "Good," he says, swiftly asking after Alex because he and Sam don't really have any shared experiences to talk about right this minute because Contrivance hammered between them a chubby, stubbly wedge named Steve. "He wants to know if you've gotten that plasma screen yet," she smiles. "Not yet," Luka says. Except that we know he already has one. Way to go, writers. And don't try claiming that he sold it before he decided not to return to Africa, because it's way more fun thinking that you screwed up. Sam takes a breath and apologizes for not calling, blaming it on "still figuring things out with Steve." She pretends she's sure he's not staying much longer, although maybe I'm not giving her enough credit, and she then swears they're not "together" or anything of a genitally bonding ilk. "He sleeps on the couch," she says lamely to a silent, stoic Luka. As is her wont, apparently, Abby interrupts this awkward moment. "How's it going?" she asks, uncharacteristically upbeat. "Never better," Luka says through clenched teeth, slamming the door of his locker.