Chuny bursts in and calls for a doctor, so Neela and Darlene run over to her. A man fainted in triage, and if it's not a person awash in blood who will gross out the general public and raise sanitation questions, they prefer to keep the show inside the ER. Neela stiffly introduces herself and asks his name. It's Juan, and he claims he just forgot to eat breakfast, while Darlene notices that he's bleeding from the head. No wonder I make it a mission never to skip breakfast. I am sensibly avoiding a hemorrhaging cranium. Neela starts to check him out and notices bruising under his shirt that isn't consistent with falling, or starvation. "I noticed them last night on my legs, but I didn't think anything of them, and then I woke up with more," he says woozily. Neela pauses long enough to show us that she hasn't forgotten the way of things here: she purses her lips and looks quietly yet fiercely concerned, so that we know this man's problems are bigger than lightheadedness, but that our own sudden-onset dizzyness can be pinned to the heavy hand of the editor coming down on our noggins.

Ray's students present a seven-year-old testing high for lead in his system. From the bullet, Ray deduces that the kid has chronic exposure to it and is learning to adapt to dangerous lead levels. "Does this case belong in the ER?" asks Dork #1. "No, but they wouldn't wait eight hours if they had somewhere better to be," Ray says cheerfully. "The system's broken; can't blame the victims." When they go in the room, the kid's father nervously starts spewing information like a fatherly geyser. Ray pretends to listen, scribbles things on the chart, and sweet-talks the kid by pretending he's famous and asking for his autograph on a form of some kind. The poor father just wants some attention from the doctor, but Ray blows him off as glibly as he can. What a jerk. The dad keeps blurting out various things -- the kid was a preemie, he had a seizure once when he was little -- and Ray waves him off and calls the lead clinic, considering this case in the can. He holds out his fist to the kid. "Punch it," he demands. Oh, kid, please punch it, even if "it" isn't quite the "it" I would choose. The boy taps fists with Ray and grins widely when Ray promises to sell his autograph on eBay for millions. The correct response would be to beat the autograph out of Ray's greedy hands, but I guess the kid isn't going to try the odds on that confrontation.