Abby and Maggie sit side by side, neither looking at the other. "Have you talked to him?" Abby asks. "Briefly, on the phone," Maggie says. Abby looks further away and draws a shaky breath before admitting that "it" is happening to Eric. "He showed up in Chicago with this girl he'd just met, and I knew he didn't have that much leave, but mostly I just...saw it," Abby exhales. Is this the same "it" that's been plaguing Joey Potter her whole life? "I just felt it right away," Abby continues. Maggie blinks hard as Abby goes on about how she should've called Maggie, but she panicked and ended up getting Eric arrested. Maggie tries to get Abby to relax, but she won't. "I needed to know, I had to know," Abby spits bitterly. "So I called here and I...got his medical records, and they had misdiagnosed depression. They thought it was stress." Maggie gulps. "We thought it was situational," Maggie says, getting up and pacing across the room, leaving a stunned Abby in her wake. "What?" Abby gapes. Maggie exposits that she made Eric see her doctor, and even he thought it was post-traumatic stress. Abby is wounded that Maggie knew all along, and she didn't. "Post-traumatic stress? Mom, you're bipolar," Abby hisses. "Do you even know anything about your disease?" Oh, says Abby the expert. She should be happier that Maggie seems so in control, but no, that's not about Abby and this situation can be, so poof, self-righteous rage wins. Maggie bristles but handles it well. "Yeah, Abby, I know a lot about it," she says levelly. She Who Rules the Roost demands to know why she wasn't told; Maggie tries to feed her a line about protecting her, but Abby's allergic to bullshit, so Maggie admits that Eric specifically did not want Abby to know. Looking punched in the gut, Abby sucks wind. Credit goes to Maura Tierney for the fact that you can see defiance give way to hurt in her eyes.
In Trauma Green, the boys' mother is totally messed up. Nathan says the father -- who I'll call Dodger after his character on China Beach -- wants to enter. "No!" shouts Elizabeth. Finally, someone talks some sense and keeps a family member from watching all this wacky death shit. They're going to have to crack the mother's chest. RibSpreaderCam must've cost this show a fortune, because they're using it ad nauseum. And I do mean that, because Dodger barges in at just this moment and barfs up a lung. Ah, sweet vomit. Where would we be without you? Now Dodger has sticky yellow puke residue on his mouth -- which, given that his mouth already looks like Steven Tyler's, isn't doing him any aesthetic favors. Nathan tries to shove Dodger into the hallway as Luka starts compressions and the machines beep away his wife's life. "Your wife is bleeding into her chest," Nathan yells. "The doctors are trying to save her." Dodger doesn't want to leave, though, even though he hears Luka say, "Her heart's empty!" Dodger is a sucker for the vomit comet. He wants to ride that puppy hard and put it away wet, but Nathan shoves him into the hallway to save me from having to write any more about this.