The paramedics bust in with a seventeen-year-old on the gurney. Dr. Dave, Mark, and Hawkeye all gather to deal with the kid's gunshot wounds. Dr. Dave handles the central line, and Mark and Hawkeye have to put in one chest tube each, but Conni only has one chest tray; Mark orders her to get another one, but Hawkeye says, "We'll share." Of course, Mark frowns, but of course, he says nothing. The doctors work on the kid. Hawkeye's core values badge flops into one of the wounds, and he snarls, "Get this damn thing out of my way!" and one of the nurses moves it for him. The kid isn't improving, and Dr. Dave reports that a lot of the blood loss is coming from Mark's "side" of the kid. Mark wants to find Benton, but Conni says he's off. Mark snaps at her to get a surgeon down there right away, and she goes to the phone while Hawkeye comes around to Mark's side of the table to help him. Hawkeye calls for the Foley. Mark asks what he's doing. Dr. Dave and Haleh look worried, but Hawkeye whips yet another technique out of his Bag Of Folksily Endearing Medical Tricks to put pressure on the bleeder from the inside instead of from the outside. Surprise, surprise -- it works. Hawkeye calls this one "an old Army trick for tamponading the subclavian." "Army trick"? Oh, fine -- heh. Dr. Dave calls it "cool," and Mark admits that it's "very cool."
Carter. The hint. Never the twain shall meet, it seems, because he's gone up to look in on Brassy, despite her telling him in so many words to get bent. Carter asks a nurse, "How is she?" The nurse says Brassy is resting comfortably and tells him, "You can go in if you like." Brassy's eyes flicker open; she seems to see Carter, and she closes her eyes again, looking very tired. Carter leaves the ward.
Luka walks down the street. A car honks at him -- it's Carol, driving a gigantic gas-guzzling Cadillac. "Want a lift?" she asks. "In that?" Luka asks. Carol rolls her eyes: "It's my mom's. I had to pick up some stuff from work." Luka peers in at the car seat sitting on the passenger side and asks, "What, baby stuff?" Carol says, "Yeah," and Luka says hesitantly, "Okay," and he walks around the front to get in. For god's sake, just get them together already. It's not like we can't see it coming all the way from Chicago.