In Trauma Yellow, Abby's patient is causing all sorts of machinery to beep themselves awake. His heart rate is plunging. Abby tries to quiz Penny throughout, although she's also scrambling to try and stop the blood loss. Sam enters in search of some blankets and thoughtfully stops to ask if they need any help. "Lost his pulse," Abby shouts. "Starting compressions." She asks Sam to get Luka.
In Trauma Green, Flapper skips around announcing to his conscious friend that he got a good look at their attackers. "The grove always seemed safe," rasps Zach, with more overacting than I can properly convey in text. Aloud, it sounded like they're gay spies. He's not allowed to have any more lines, though, because they have to intubate, so I guess it's good that Zach milked that one like the melodramatic cow it was. Luka tells Sam he can't help Abby because Zach needs the attention, and sure enough, he passes out on cue. They decide to send him up to the OR. "The surgeons, they'll stop the bleeding, that's what you said, right?" Flapper wails. "They'll do what they can," Sam attempts. This sends Flapper into a complete hissyfit, because he was just talking to Zach, and clearly anything that talks is healthy. He clearly hasn't met...well, half the staff of this hospital, really. And then, as they page Corday for a consult, Flapper summons all the bile his body can muster and delivers the painfully predictable conclusion, "YOU CAN'T JUST KILL PEOPLE FOR KISSING IN THE PARK." Oh. Are you sure? Shoot, there goes my Saturday. This storyline is already irritatingly affected. They are all trying so very, very hard with it. You wouldn't think something as awful as a gay-bashing would require this much overwrought writing and overacting, because the emotion would seem to create itself. Alas.
And so Flapper flails and flaps his way into Trauma Yellow, as Sam gives half-hearted chase -- she doesn't want to get clipped by a runaway limb, after all. "What's happening?" Flapper demands. Penny is doing compressions and they're pushing all kinds of shit into the guy's body; Penny is tired, so Abby takes over the CPR. Under her breath, Abby runs a checklist of everything to make sure she's done all she can. "Thoracotomy?" she asks suddenly. "Not with blunt trauma," Haleh answers. They all stare at Abby and the kid as she pumps away on his sternum. "Would putting in a central line make a difference at this point?" she asks. No one answers. She tries to demand responses out of all the nurses present, but no one knows what to say. "If anybody has an opinion please speak up," Abby says desperately. "It's your call, Abby," Haleh says finally. "You're the doctor." Abby frowns at everything.