Carter asks Pratt how the med students are doing, because Carter can't be arsed to check on them himself. Looks like he's caught a touch of the mayhem. It's been going around. Pratt smirks that he gave them three volumes of Rosen to read. "Can't you come up with something more interactive?" Carter sighs. Um, can't you? Did you not know they were coming and have something planned for when they arrived? It's called a datebook, Carter, and it's not just a diary for recording the times you and Abby have dinner and some forced, mechanical gropings on the front stoop.
Grabbing the phone, Carter calls up to check on some test results. Leslie Bibb selects this as the moment to make herself known. "Hi, I'm Erin Harkins," she says. "I'm on the phone," Carter replies. "Yeah, you're busy, we get that, but can we get an approximate time that orientation will begin?" Erin asks. I think that's supposed to be spunk. Whatever. Weaver overhears this exchange and bristles that Carter's keeping the med students waiting, which is a correct reaction except for the fact that, hi, your ER is crowded, Weaver, and you're not helping much, so check your ass-pole at the door. "Check with Pratt," Carter says glibly. "I'm checking with you," Weaver snarls. Carter completely ignores her, so she turns to the passel of white-coats and introduces herself. "I will give you a brief tour of the ambulance bay, after which the Chief Resident will give you his undivided attention because, as he'll learn, it's his primary responsibility." The last part is uttered in very pointed high volume, coupled with a glare at Carter. But he's oddly impervious to daggers today. As Weaver leads the kids outside, Chuny tells Carter that a demolition-site accident is bringing in a horde of injuries right now, and he hangs up abruptly.
Outside, Weaver's giving the very helpful ambulance-bay tour, which I imagine consists largely of, "This is the ambulance bay," and "that is an ambulance." Carter bursts out and shouts, "Multiples," and Weaver abandons the kiddies with an order for them to stay out of the way. The first rig coughs up a Mr. Chambers, who was the victim of a walkway collapse. His secretary -- a pretty if slightly mousy brunette -- says that she thinks his ribs are broken; I think it was the whole "something heavy slammed into his chest, where his ribs are located" that spawned this impromptu diagnosis. The secretary has a cut on her face and some chest pain, so Weaver escorts her inside behind Mr. Chambers.