Chen reviews charts with John "Heal Thyself" Carter and updates him on his patients' conditions; we pan around from Chen past a product-placed iBook to Carter, slumped in a wheelchair. Carter, rumpled and wearing sweats, looks physically uncomfortable. Chen finishes up, and he thanks her, and she says, "No problem." Carter asks if she's covering Lucy's cases too, and Chen half-shrugs, "Told Weaver I didn't mind." Carter looks pensive: "How was the memorial service?" "Okay. It was nice," Chen tells him, then admits, "A little weird." I don't know if I understand why Carter couldn't have attended; if he's able to sit up in a wheelchair, he probably could have gone. Maybe he didn't want to, but we never find out. Carter asks after "everything else downstairs," and Chen snorts, "Ah, same old thing -- how are you doin'?" Carter grunts that he's fine, that he knows everyone who works there, so people "drop by all day"; he sounds a little annoyed by that. He adds that his grandmother even stopped in. Chen says she thought they no longer spoke, and Carter observes that "there's nothing like a near-fatal stab wound to put a different spin on things." Then he tries to shift into a more cheerful gear, saying he'll come back to work in a couple of weeks, "get rid of this bag, maybe take up skydiving." "You do that," Chen giggles. Carter laughs a little and tells her to "get outta here, I gotta get my rest," and Chen offers to help him back on the bed, an offer he declines, so she gathers up her charts and says, "Catch you tomorrow," and as she bustles out, Carter turns his wheelchair away from the door and begins to grimace in pain -- emotional rather than physical, I suspect -- but before he can give in to it, Chen stops and says, "Oh, uh, John," then notices his distress and asks, "Are you okay?" "Yeah, fine," he gasps, holding his hands near his face so she can't see it. "Listen, take it easy, okay?" she says, and she finally leaves as Carter half-groans, as brightly as he can manage while visibly praying for her to go, "Yeah, thanks, Deb!" He closes his eyes and winces.