They've wrapped jet-ski man's head, so he lies there like a mummy with dilated pupils while his wife tries to contain her jitters. "What now?" Abby whispers to Carter. "We wait," he replies. Dubenko laments that the man's brain is no longer capable of telling the body to die. Before he can bring Newton or thermodymanics into this, Abby volunteers to help Luka in Trauma Green, and flees.
Okay, Luka, this is it. This is your chance. I'm not here much longer, so you really have to get about this business of removing your trousers. Take a lesson from Pratt and Ray, if you have to; just DO IT. Luka's patient is named Elena, she's thirty-two, and she appears to have overdosed but doesn't remember what she took. "Just stuff in my cabinet," she murmurs. Abby orders Urbanus to find out what the paramedics grabbed from her house. Then she rattles off all the right tests; Luka adds that they should call Social Services and Psych. "Elena, were you trying to kill yourself?" he calls out. "I don't know," Elena mutters. Then you probably weren't.
Neela watches the jet-ski man through the Trauma Yellow door, and then turns away. "Looks pretty rough in there," she commiserates with Ray. "The guy is brain-dead," Ray says. "Three [kids]." Neela sucks wind. "You okay?" she asks. "Just part of the job," he says frankly. Darlene drifts past with Juan's CBC results, and Neela studies them with shock. Which is good, since she was rehearsing all those kinds of shock this morning. This one is, "You have to tell a patient he has leukemia" shock. Ray asks if she's ever had to deliver that news before. "Part of the job," she parrots him.