As Abby has a minor crisis of confidence -- I suppose brought on by her losing battle with Ray in the trauma, but it's not clear -- Sam hands Abby some test results. "UTI versus kidney failure," Abby says. "If I'm right, she takes antibiotics and gets better. If I'm wrong, she becomes hyperkalemic and dies!" She throws down the test results and smiles through clenched teeth. "I'm trying to embrace uncertainty," she says. "How am I doing?" Urbanus gives her a slow smile and confirms that she's doing terribly. I feel like we're missing a plot point here -- I know the TB guy flipped out at Abby, but it wasn't because she couldn't make a diagnosis; it was because her manner and delivery of the uncertainty were all wrong. Are we missing some other patient this week in which her indecisiveness caused problems? The weird trauma experience wasn't really because of that...sigh, I don't know. "You haven't had anything to eat or drink all shift," Urbanus points out. He then slowly reaches into what I hope is his pocket and whips out a can of Coke, proffering it like it's a gold-plated cure for cancer. She stares at it, and then gets her wits about her and realizes it would be cruel to decline it. "Thanks," she says, and as he turns away to bask in this moment of pure connection, Abby gets in a vicious eye-roll. Honey, there are worse things than being adored. I'm just saying.

Neela sends Darlene off on an errand to get some chemotherapy information. Darlene thinks this is a job for Oncology, and bitches that her ER rotation shouldn't involve making photocopies. Neela just wants to cover her bases before telling a guy he needs radiation treatment, and Darlene sneers her way around Reception.