Trauma room. Peter asks for more suction as the machines bleep ominously. Peter calls for a certain type of suture and, long story short, manages a difficult tie-off called the Kennedy maneuver while nurses hang more units of blood and auto-transfuse Laura as well. Luka looks on sternly as Mark compliments Peter on his technique and goes next door to deal with a seizure, and Luka asks if they should spin another crit; Peter shoots him a look and shrugs, "Yeah. Fine." Cleo pulls Luka away -- with her bloody glove on his ungowned arm, might I add -- and urges him to come with her to talk to Laura's Mom, but just then Laura's pressure crashes. Peter doesn't get it -- her chest is dry, he just stopped the bleeding there. Luka says to check the belly again, she must still be bleeding somewhere. Cleo checks the ultrasound and confirms Luka's diagnosis, saying Laura's "got a bellyful of blood." Luka says something about popping a capsule, and Peter grumbles that they should have checked the belly all along, then begins shouting marching orders to get Laura up to the OR. As they pull Laura out of the trauma room towards the elevators, Laura's Mom jumps up and asks what's going on. Luka tells her they're taking Laura to surgery and points LM out to Peter, who tells her to come with them. They board the elevator. Peter tells Luka he's done enough and to step off. Luka pleads, "I want to stay with her, she's my patient," and Peter waves him off and says, more gently than he usually would, "Not anymore." The doors close, and Luka sort of gesticulates at them in frustration with his bloody gloves. Cleo, right behind him, grabs his arm again with her bloody glove and suggests that he go home and get some sleep. "You think I'm going to sleep?" Luka snorts, and he turns and gallops up the stairs, taking them two at a time and ignoring Cleo as she calls after him.
Carol comes into a curtain area to find Andrea and Terri gossiping on a cellphone. They get off the call and look at her expectantly. Carol asks Terri to leave so she can speak to Andrea privately; Terri is reluctant, but Andrea tells her it's okay. After Terri gathers her things and goes out to chairs, Carol closes the door and tells Andrea without preamble that her test results have come back, and the Pap smear showed some abnormal cells: "You might have cervical cancer. We have to do a biopsy, just to make sure." Andrea looks sick: "Cancer? Was it caused by having sex?" Carol tells her she got it from an infected partner: "It's called HPV, human papilloma virus. But not everybody with HPV --" "No, you can't tell my parents," Andrea interrupts, on the point of tears. Carol sits beside Andrea and says softly, while fixing Andrea with The Gaze Of Saintly Sympathy, "Andrea, if you have this, you need to be admitted to the hospital." Andrea says furiously, "Anyway, they're in Europe. You said everything I told you was confidential." Carol says that Andrea could get very sick if she doesn't get treated, and "we have to inform your partner." "We"? Stay out of it, Carol. Andrea looks away. "Andrea," Carol prompts her. Andrea says she doesn't know which of her partners infected her. Carol adopts a wildly inappropriate and obnoxious "you've gotta be kidding"-type tone and asks, "Well, how many have you had?" "Not sure," Andrea whispers. "We -- we have these parties." Her lip trembles. Carol looks away from her, shocked that the writers would rip off that Frontline special so shamelessly.