Sam is in with Abby and Amy, the latter of whom regains groggy consciousness. They tell her that she simply passed out from all the blood loss. "That doesn't sound good," she says. Suddenly Luka is in the room as well, listening as Abby tells Amy that a "D&C" could fix the bleeding tissue. Or remove it. Or something. ["Remove it, I believe. I think I read something about that in the second Flowers In The Attic book." -- Wing Chun] Luka clearly doesn't like this answer, so he calls Abby into another room and testily tells her that Amy has no retained tissue and multiple uterine fibroids, which are a whole lot more complicated than anything you can fix with a simple D&C. Abby flares her nostrils as Luka tells her to be careful what she says. I get the sense she hates being questioned because she's a med student, thinking maybe that if she were there as a seasoned nurse, she'd be treated differently. I'm not sure. Maybe she's just defensive about having possibly erred. Either way, Abby tersely suggests that most of the time the tissue is retained. I don't really know what any of this means; basically, Abby thought it would be a simpler procedure and shouldn't have given the impression that it was cut-and-dried. Luka orders her to call OB/GYN and walks away. Abby looks sad.

Pratt asks Frank the score. I believe it's Romano 10, Pratt 0. Westbrook's scans come in, and he's got a shattered pelvis. Pratt is secretly delighted that Westbrook won't be having sex for a long, long time, and only wishes it had been crushed by a giant dominatrix named Bertha with a camera and a signed blackmail-ready statement. Apparently the man's private physician has arrived and they've got a place reserved for him at the Mayo Clinic. Romano oozes that they'll all be fine there. Pratt floats around and Romano hisses, "What part of 'you're off the case' do you not understand?" Pratt shrugs that he's just checking up on the patient's best interests. Romano stiffens and snarls that he and Weaver and Anspaugh will be meeting with Pratt at the end of the day. "On Thanksgiving?" Pratt asks, dumbfounded. "That's right," Romano says, satisfied. As he watches Romano walk away, Pratt murmurs, "Guess that saves you from spending it alone." Hey, Pratt? How's Leon, huh? Think he'd have liked to see you on this major holiday? Right. Shut up.