Susan seems annoyed that Elizabeth couldn't chalk Milo's case up to simple insanity, and trots after Elizabeth. "Gallant hasn't turfed a patient to Psych all day," she moans. "Well, you wanted the consult," Elizabeth snaps. "We're to capacity, I take it?" Susan nods that since Mission and St. Paul's closed, Coutny is swamped. "It doesn't help that Weaver's gone so much," Susan notes. Elizabeth's eyes gleam with malicious realization. "She's gunning for Romano's job," she breathes knowingly. "It keeps her very busy," Susan nods. An itchy patient diverts her attention, so Susan leaves Elizabeth alone at the front desk to tick, tick, tick her way toward an emotional explosion.

A trauma patient's gurney bursts through into the ER. The girl, Alma, took a bullet in the neck during a gang war, but she's breathing steadily. "Where's Ricky?" murmurs the girl. "Hang in there, Alma," Carter tells her, while Elizabeth takes care of her usual favorite task -- barking orders. Pratt appears, having once again smelled a chance to shine in the face of human suffering. "Carter, you've still got these med students waiting on you," he says. "Want me to jump on [the trauma]?" Carter replies. "Better idea -- you talk to them." Pratt, clearly pissed, turns to face the eager, white-coated wannabes. "Newbies, huh?" he says. "You don't want to work here." He storms off in a tizzy. Leslie Bibb jots something down in her book. Honey, this isn't "ER Protocol 101: Anatomy of an Asswipe." You won't be quizzed.

In Trauma Yellow, Elizabeth bumps into Sasha's dead body, still on its gurney. She yells at Haleh to move her. "Where?" Haleh sasses. "Someplace else," Elizabeth snaps. "They shot him," wails Alma. "Please, God, don't let them be hurt." Carter tries to talk her down and asks her to describe exactly where it hurts. "Can't tell," she weeps. "Your legs?" he asks. "No, I can't feel them!" she cries. Carter and Corday swap a knowing look.

Haleh wheels the corpse through the hall, summoning Gallant from Milo's side to help her. "I'm talking smithereens, here!" screams Milo. "Have you ever seen smithereens?" Gallant ignores him and grabs the gurney. "I'm on Psych rotation. I shouldn't be helping you," he tells Haleh. Then he stops and stares at the gurney for a second. "Haleh, this is a dead body," he says. "You ought to go to med school," snarks Haleh. Hee. I love her. Although now that she's lost all that weight, she looks really...baggy. Extreme weight loss tends to leave facial skin hanging a bit, which in turn highlights wrinkles. I'm betting she'll have something nipped and tucked in the next year. Don't get me wrong, though -- she's healthier, and I'm happy for her because Yvette Freeman's one of my favorite parts of this show. She manages to stand out without having to jockey for attention. Anyway, at Haleh's quip, Gallant simply blinks. Haleh explains that they can't turf Sasha to the morgue until the family has been notified of her death. Suddenly, Milo hurls himself at the wall and drops to the ground with an expectant thud. Then, he panics. "Why am I not exploding?" he gasps. I feel like that every Thanksgiving, Milo.