Romano pushes on the aching belly of a little whining kid, whose mother complains in Spanish that Romano is an evil man and that she wants someone else treating her son. Chuny gleefully translates. "Get an abdominal scan and tell Evita I can prescribe a good ESL class," Romano snaps. Meanwhile, it would seem the "Ben Rubi" days are over; it's "Abraham Benrubi" again in the credits. I don't get it. Make a decision, Abe.

Luka wheels in a twenty-three-year-old minor leaguer with a deep head bruise. Slugger's manager follows and explains that the kid felt dizzy, passed out en route to the dugout, and must've hit his head. Romano joins them in time to hear Slugger's manager assure us that the boy wonder is a stallion who's shot through the ranks in one season. This basically guarantees that he's toast. "He was on his way to be called up to the big show," Manager says. "What show?" Luka asks. "Ignore him, he's foreign," quips Romano. Luka spies Kerry and excuses himself. "Sure, I'll use my foot to put on the BP cuff," Romano yells after him.

Luka whispers to Weaver that Ante is getting worse and can't wait for Mercy to prepare for the surgery. She knows where he's going with this and demurs that County has enough trouble treating its own uninsured clientele, much less some crazy kid from Croatia who's named after part of a poker game. Luka begs her to convince the board to approve it, offering to pick up any costs the procedure incurs. "Don't count on anything," she warns, exiting.

At the front desk, Chuny informs Luka that Jacy said she'd donate time to the surgery if he arranges for her to get the two weeks off that her regular boss keeps denying her. "I can't control vacation schedules," he protests "Everything's on negotiation," Chuny shrugs. "I thought nurses were supposed to be angels of mercy," snorts a nearby Susan. "Even mercy has a price," Chuny gloats. Luka orders Jerry to track Ante's flight and bolts for the lounge as Romano exits it. "I'm checking out of the losers' lounge. Try not to kill anyone, Lurch," he growls. "We'll do our best," Luka shouts humorously, all but saluting. Susan grabs Romano to tell him that Slugger's CT is back and doesn't show any signs of a concussion. Romano studies Slugger's chart and spews forth a bunch of syllables that, strung together, mean absolutely nothing to me. For all I know, he's got a paper cut. Susan finally explains that it's something called Long QT Syndrome; Romano offers to stick around and check his family history for any traces of the disease. "I thought you were going home," she says. "You know me, I live for this place," Romano mutters.