The Flash of A Few Other Storylines Rearing Their Ugly Heads. You know, I could save a lot of time by just writing, "Luka is hot and Erin is annoying. People are sick. Flash! Luka is still hot and Erin is still annoying. People are less sick than they were a second ago. Flash! Luka is hot and all is well." Sigh. I wish Luka would flash me. Anyway, Frank strolls the halls in his Santa costume, and Pratt obnoxiously asks if he's going to dress like that every day. "Why not? You dress like a doctor," spits Frank. Hee. Luka is behind the front desk asking for a bunch of tox screens and tests results, while Yosh and Frank banter about Yosh's broken Menorah. It's pretty boring. Trivia buffs, take note that Yosh converted to Judaism. Luka is trying to get people's attention to ask about patients who need treatment, but no one's answering, suggesting that maybe, just maybe, other people on this show are self-absorbed, too.

A cop enters to investigate an alleged assault on one of their patients, Mr. Doric. Luka and Pratt confirm that they took care of the victim, but deny any knowledge of treating another old man who might be the attacker. Pratt crosses his arms, trying to be macho in the shadow of foreign testosterone and failing miserably to beat the potency of Luka's cocktail. "This is serious," Officer Impatient says. "He could've died!" Pratt points out that Mr. Doric did not, in fact, perish, and they don't remember another old guy, so Officer Impatient should go look for the beef somewhere else because it ain't here.

Abby grabs Luka and admits that she did a hemocue -- that Luka didn't order -- on Rick, which revealed that his hemoglobin levels are too low. Luka tries to write this off as symptomatic of the flu, but Abby insists that Rick needs cultures and a proper work-up. Luka agrees resignedly to another hemocue and a CBC. Abby looks pleased with herself, but then remembers to look distantly concerned so that we'll all get head injuries from the amount that Foreshadowing -- or would that be Backshadowing? -- is beating us on the noggin.