Neela speaks softly in Punjabi as she sutures a man's forehead. Pratt overhears and stops curiously. "What's that you're saying?" he asks. "It was a prayer," Neela says. "He's not dying," Pratt smarms. "It wasn't for him. It's a private prayer," Neela says. "Like, 'Please, Lord, don't let me kill somebody today'?" Pratt teases. Shut up, Pratt. Dr. Jing-Mei "The Joy Luck Deb" Chen catches the two of them talking, and blows in on her frigid wind to give Neela some gangrenous frost bite. She sends the med student on a tedious and long errand, and I can't even stand to listen to her. Once Neela's gone, Pratt purrs, "Hey there." Chen reacts smugly to being Queen of the Dicksmacks and husks, "Don't forget, dinner tonight [at] 8...I'm wearing my little black dress." Pratt chortles in delight. He knows what this means: time to dust off the assless chaps.
Malarkey and Susan are hanging out in Trauma Yellow. Coop pokes his head in, not wanting to miss anything gory. As Susan teaches, Malik enters with Elle's x-rays and throws them up on the light board. "That's a huge heart," Coop says. Susan's face falls. "Call Cards. She's in failure," she says sadly, looking at Elle through the blinds.
Cut to Abby staring up at the clock. It's a few ticks from 1 PM, and she's listening to a guy ramble on about his screwball symptoms. The second the hour hits, Abby smiles brightly. "I'm out! A nurse will be with you in one minute," she says, exiting. Heh. She passes Old Man Crabby, who's now lying on a gurney and still asking about his sandwich. She ignores him and seeks out Frank; when she finds him, the camera pans around behind him so that we can see he's hiding her letter, now fully opened and practically ironed out to improve legibility. I don't know why he bothered. I read the letter posted on NBC.com, and the wrinkles could've only improved its pathetic phrasing and smug, ham-handed grasps at depth. Frank tells Abby that all the relief nurses are at Dunkin' Donuts being a plot contrivance and hitting on the mustache guy who makes the donuts and brews the coffee, and they're not leaving until one of them takes him home for a strategic shave.