As Pratt waits in Trauma Yellow with a silent Abby, Carter and Kayson have it out through the swinging doors in Trauma Green. "No one walks out of here after forty minutes of CPT," Kayson growls. "There was improvement..." Carter tries. "Which means he's either dead or should be dead, which means your resident is either cruel or stupid," Kayson hisses. Carter notes that Pratt simply saw a shockable heart rhythm and made a split-second decision, because sometimes thrombolytics take half an hour to work. "Are you defending this?" spits Kayson. Carter suggests that Pratt merely thought he was acting in Pa's best interests. "Well, he was wrong, and now we have a vegetable with a pulse on our hands," Kayson rails. Carter stiffens and promises that they'll take full responsibility for this outcome. "You bet your ass you will," Kayson snarls, leaving in a fit.

Carter slowly walks back into Trauma Yellow, defeated and upset. Pratt thanks him for the support, but Carter is quiet, tapping his forehead to quiet the throbbing vein that's threatening to burst out of his face and wrap itself around Pratt's neck. "A chief resident and a cardiologist with more than twenty-five years of experience pronounce a man dead, and you decide to resurrect him?" he queries laboriously. "Well, just like you said..." Pratt peters out. "You think I defended you because I like you?" Carter asks. "Or because I approve of the way you practice medicine?" Pratt blinks in shock. "You are my responsibility," Carter continues. "You are my job." Pratt shouts that he's doing his job, too. Carter points out that if Pratt felt so compelled to act on the improved heart rhythm, he could've paged Carter urgently and they'd have resolved it together. "Instead you go off without any regard for authority, or even the best interests of the patient!" he rants. Abby watches silently. Pratt swears he was just thinking of the children, we must remember the children, won't anyone think of the children? "You brought the man back," intones Carter furiously, "because you wanted to see if you could." Shaking his head wearily, Carter leaves Pratt alone with his shame. Which would be effective, had Pratt ever met shame before; as it is, I'm not sure he recognizes it. We fade to commercial wondering what Abby wrote in her diary that night.