Back at County, Carter is sitting next to a despondent-looking Trent and asking, "Do you have a girlfriend?" When Trent doesn't answer right away, Carter persists, "Because if you've slept with anybody, they'll have to be tested." Trent stares at the aforementioned shitty pamphlets, and Carter peers at his face and says, "It's important, Trent. You have to use condoms." "Yeah," says Trent, barely audible, and asks, "Can I go now?" Carter says he can, and they both get up; Carter's all faux jocularity -- odd, under the circumstances -- and says that TrentGrams is waiting. They walk out into the hall, as Carter adds, "A case manager's going to phone you tomorrow, to see how you're doing. You've got an appointment next week with the teen HIV centre, and you can always reach me here; the ER always knows where to find me." Trent nods, and walks off. TrentGrams gets up at the sight of him and reaches out; Trent brushes past her, shrugging off her hand. TrentGrams reproachfully snaps, "Thank you, doctor," to Carter, who stares impassively as she hurries after Trent. Then he makes this weird moué, like, "Well, that sucks for them. Too bad. I wonder if I'll get to use the sternal saw today!" I mean, I know Carter really had no choice but to tell Trent about his HIV, but it seems to me that he could have handled it more gently, or effectively -- convincing TrentGrams that it was time to tell Trent, and bringing her in when he did so, say, or getting the case manager he'd mentioned, who's probably had more experience breaking terrible news like this, or something. The way Carter did handle it, Trent's eventual sad demise was telegraphed from the moment Carter made him sit back down. Carter's off his game, he should know it, and he should have asked for help. That is all I am saying. Plus, that really does suck for Trent.
Helicopter. Tom quotes Carl Sandburg's poem, "Chicago." Mark supplies a line, and Tom asks whether Mark knows Sandburg's poetry; Mark says he only knows that one. Tom exposits that he was an English teacher for ten years. Mark's phone rings; it's Elizabeth. He tells her that they're five minutes out, and she tells him that Janet's on her way to County. Mark starts to tell her, "We're going to need a gurney --" when the helicopter starts flailing about erratically. Mark asks what the problem is, and Gordon tells him it's the main rotor. Elizabeth yells, "Mark. Mark! Are you there?" Mark puts his phone away as Gordon calls in a mayday; Mark and Nurse Extra both tend to Tom. "Crash?" Tom asks, and Mark assures him that they'll be fine.