Luka is in the lounge. Abby bursts in with a perturbed expression, seeking Carter. "He was here before," Luka replies. "Everything okay?" Abby starts to answer, then bites it back and shrugs hopelessly. "I heard about the boy," she says brightly, to change the subject. "Congratulations." Luka thanks her. "See you tomorrow," she says, moving to leave. Luka drops the bomb that he won't be there -- he's off to the Congo for the Alliance de Médicine Internacionale. Abby stops, startled. "I didn't realize it was so soon," she stammers. Luka nods. Gingerly, Abby moves toward him and they hug, first a little stiffly and then with a little more feeling. Luka smiles, looking almost relieved to be receiving affectionate human contact that didn't cost him a few dead presidents. Abby clings to him like he's the last thing she's got, with Eric crazy and mostly unwashed and Carter wearing undies that are wadded into a thong. She fights tears and pulls away. "Take care of yourself," she smiles mistily. "I mean it." He nods. "Hold down the fort," he says affectionately, and they part. It seemed like this hug was finally acknowledging that they're important to each other -- although, I think, just as friends. But it's still pretty sweet.
"She's in the lounge," Jerry calls to Carter. "Who?" Carter asks. Hee. A gunshot victim enters with the paramedics, and Pratt swings him toward the trauma room. There's no Attending, which stresses Carter. "Pratt needs an Attending," he frets. "You're an Attending," Jerry says. Carter is already gone. And I'd like to ask, since when? I feel like TPTB knows that people are sweating about what the hell Carter's job is and why his stint as Chief Resident has lasted so damn long, and they're toying with us like we're puppets. Which I don't like, because puppets are horrific and freaky.