Sam tells Luka that the little abandoned girl, Christy, tested positive for strep throat. "We can't treat her without parental consent," he snaps. Sam notices that something's awry, since she'd have to be blind, deaf, mute, and indeed entirely absent to miss it. "I'm okay," says Luka, clipped. "Don't read into things." Before Sam can ask what crawled up his ass -- unaware, it seems, that it's her -- Christy's father returns. Luka lays into him for leaving the little girl alone in the ER. "There are drunks here, junkies, psych patients...." he rants. "Yeah, and also doctors and security guards and nurses," says the father, confused. I see his point, but if he had to leave for work, couldn't he have spoken with Sam and tried to see about protecting his kid rather than just leaving her? He frets that he is a single dad who needs to feed his family: "What was I supposed to do?" Luka's expression is very, very angry, and Sam just watches this happen as if she's sort of sorry about it, but doesn't care enough to intervene. Christy runs up and hugs her father adoringly, and Luka finally orders the treatment. Since he can't withhold sex, I guess he was getting off on withholding penicillin.

Susan wheels Vicky up to the chamber and reassures her that the treatment went really well. Weenie is just bringing Samuel out of the chamber, and Vicky nuzzles him adoringly. "He opened his eyes a few minutes ago," Weenie smiles. That would explain why His Fetish Was Love is lying on the gurney with his wee little hand marking page forty-seven. Weenie snatches his book away with a triumphant smile, and tells Vicky that her son's moving on his own and looking good. Susan says he'll need another round tomorrow, and should be fine to go home in three days. "We didn't plan on a third," weeps Vicky. "Thank God he came along." The music swells as Susan and Weenie swap satisfied That Baby Saved Lives smiles.

Susan turns her head to the right and sees Neela on the monitor, apparently still inside the chamber and looking utterly miserable. Susan asks her what's going on, and Neela rattles off her possible lung problem. "You should've had someone replace you," Susan oversimplifies, crankily, and Neela just gapes at her, as deflated as her lung might soon be.