Elizabeth works soullessly on Alma -- whose name, coincidentally, is Spanish for "soul" -- while the girl wonders why she can't feel her extremities. Um, honey? Two plus two. Add it up. Carter bluffs that she might have a bruised spinal cord. "Where the hell is x-ray?" Elizabeth brays. "Behind you," Chuny calls out. Alma screams for Ricky. Elizabeth makes a snarky comment to the effect that what she'd really love right now, more than anything, is to see the results of Alma's ultrasound. Carter -- who is administering it as she says this -- gracefully ignores Crabby McNasty and her Flaming Britches of Bitchery so that he can do his job. "Wait, wait," he sputters urgently. "She's pregnant. Looks like eleven weeks. Baby is healthy and intact." Alma whimpers for Ricky again, as if this act is going to conjure him the twentieth time she tries it.
In Trauma Green, a bald-by-design thug is screaming. Presumably, this is Ricky, and presumably, it's going to be awhile before he can answer Alma's whimper. "My arm! It hurts like a.... Do something!" he yells. He's in the kind of pain where you can't sit still because your only hope of cutting it is to wriggle and wiggle and hope that manufactures some adrenaline. Luka tries to calm Ricky down so that they can inject him with something -- anything -- but he so far hasn't sat still long enough. The bullet went through his right triceps. "You were lucky," Luka observes. "You should see the other guy," brags Ricky. "So, what, you go back and forth shooting each other until all of you are dead?" Luka moralizes. Whatever. Practice medicine before you preach, doc. "An eye for an eye, man," Ricky snarls. Luka informs Ricky that Alma got shot, and after a weird too-long pause, Ricky convulses himself into a seating position and howls at the moon. "Come on, dawg!" a cop says, trying to restrain Ricky. "I've got to kill those bitches!" Ricky screams. What a dumb thing to say in front of the cop who's about to arrest you. Because when the bitches turn up dead, and they always do, it's not like the cop's going to stand there scratching his donut gut and saying, "Hmm, wonder who killed those bitches?" Luka shouts, "You already did!" Oh. Well. Bye, bitches. But there will be more. There are always more bitches. Abby stares at Ricky because she has nothing else to do in this scene.