Luka tails Sam and asks her for an answer about that night. "I don't think so," she says. He suggests the next night, and you can't blame the guy for not being accustomed to being rejected, because he is the second coming. And the third, the fourth...he's that good. He follows Sam into a private room, where she turns around and attempts to be nonchalant as she tells him they should slow things down. Luka blinks. "We're not exclusive, right?" she says. "Just dating, or whatever. No commitments, no strings, no co-parenting. Just keep it casual, okay?" Luka looks hurt by this. I think he was having fun caring about someone other than himself. "Okay," he lies. Sam bites her lip, as if she knows what she just said sucks enormously and is wondering if she should take it back. A nurse interrupts them and calls them to help with the double trauma.
The man and woman who just came in are both really disgustingly covered in blood, the mother being a bit worse, since her throat was slashed. Abby wonders to Susan whether Meth Man did it. "He was bloody and hallucinating," she points out. Meanwhile, Gallant, Luka, Carter, and Pratt are in Trauma Yellow with the man. Carter wonders if this was a personal vendetta, and Gallant says that the cops think the house was broken into by someone. "Doesn't mean [the parents] don't know who did it," Carter replies. Elizabeth jots down a few things on her consult and then jerks up her head, shocked. "How come there's [sic] only men in here?" she asks. Everyone stops for a second and is like, "Hmm," and then they keep going. Sure enough, an all-female crew in Trauma Green is trying desperately not to lose this battle of the sexes, but their female patient isn't cooperating, in that she dies. It's always fun and games until someone goes into asystole, people. Suddenly, Abby and Susan spy the cops arresting Meth Man. "He went nuts and stabbed his parents," says Officer Obvious.
The hyperbaric chamber begins its ascent to normal pressure. "Thank God," pants Neela. They tell her she did really well. "More like Samuel survived despite me," she frets. They fluff her until Weenie notices that her shortness of breath more closely resembles lung problems than the kind of afterglow his kitchen wench is experiencing in Destiny's Lust. Olivera wonders if Neela's blown out some air sacs in her lungs, or somesuch, and worries that continuing to ascend will collapse her lung. Neela moans. "Wimp," cackles Lauren. They want to keep her down there for another hour and are slowing their ascent accordingly. "ANOTHER HOUR?" Neela freaks. We fade to black really pretty sick of the claustrophobia thing, because we get it, and in fact we got it a while ago, and now we'd really rather just open a bottle of wine relax with it in front of The Daily Show.