Pratt's switched his flirtation to another nurse -- a pretty brunette who invites him out with a bunch of other nurses. He waves it off, insisting that he'd be bad company, but she wheedles that nurses make people feel better all the time. Ew. Across the ocean, Chen must've gotten the exact same vibe, because she telephones at just the right moment to interrupt the nauseating foreplay. Pratt scampers to the phone and speaks; then he looks crestfallen. "I'm sorry," he says sincerely. Elizabeth shows up and starts prattling at him about where her patient disappeared to, and Pratt tries to juggle the grieving Chen with the impatient Corday, whose patient got taken by the new radiologist, Dr. Lawson. Elizabeth is affronted that someone else took the patient without calling her, and she yammers about it; someone else starts shouting for Pratt, so he frustratedly throws the receiver at Elizabeth and tells her to talk to Chen. "Her mother just died," he says. Elizabeth is startled. She celebrated the last death in her family, so she's not sure what advice to give.
Kem has gleaned that Pertussis Mom has another kid at home with her sick mother, but Granny Tussis won't come into the hospital because she doesn't trust American doctors. "What if we go there?" she asks. Carter shrugs, "This is America. We don't make house calls." He sounds like a complete and utter asshole when he says it -- all condescending and amused, as if Gamma didn't have a doctor on speed dial who leapt to her aid at the manse, for fear of being killed by the force of her withering, frosty patrician glare. Kem drops her eyes, and then stares pointedly at Carter, a hint of a smile on her face, a trace of a pout, and a faint hue of disappointment. She holds it long enough to drive Carter crazy, and he tells Gallant to make a run to the woman's house. Is he allowed to do that? For someone who can't seem to stop gushing about the insane resources this country, Kem's suddenly awfully comfortable abusing them.
Carter gets called to Morgan's bedside; his lung collapsed. Pratt frantically tries to get a chest tube tray prepared. "I knew this was gonna happen," he snipes. The guy starts to regain consciousness. Oh, people, come on, knock him out! Ack! Aren't they cutting into him? This is why I would hate being in the hospital. I don't want to wake up until I've been home for a WEEK. Pratt frustratedly hands off the suturing to Neela, and storms away over Carter's protests. "This guy's good and I've got other patients," he hisses.