The Flash of The Pooch Lighting Its Post-Coital Cigarette. Luka is criking Rick -- poking a hole in his throat and pumping oxygen through it -- because there's too much blood building up in his throat. Or something. Luka twitches a little and blinks hard to concentrate. "You're in the pre-tracheal space," complains Susan. I hate people who invade my personal pre-tracheal space. Luka seems frustrated as they open a crash cart and someone announces that there's "desevered posturing," which makes it sound like Rick failed his deportment class test. Erin senses that the home audience doesn't know what's going on with this poor kid, so she shouts, "Posturing? From cerebral hypoxia? So it's brain damage?" Luka and Susan glare at her for being so Ron Obvious about it all. "I'll go talk to the girlfriend," Susan offers. "I'll do it," snaps Luka. Susan starts to warn him off, but he barks that he said he'd do it, and trots away.
Cynthia is stunned. "Leukemia?" she gulps. Luka gently breaks it to her that Rick didn't know he'd had it. "If we'd sent off a CBC earlier, we could've started the transfusion of antibiotics in time," he says. Okay, Step One of avoiding a lawsuit: Don't admit fault. "Now he's showing signs of brain damage because he was deprived of oxygen," Luka adds. Cynthia begs him to affirm that Rick might still get better, because she wants to eat her grief cracker with a sliver of hope on top. Luka hedges, but under pressure, admits it's not impossible. "We waited out here for so long before they took us in," sobs Cynthia. "So many people got seen before us! Why'd we have to wait so long?" Luka exhales sadly and admits that Rick should've gotten better care. Step Two of avoiding a lawsuit: Don't admit any deficiency. Cynthia stares at him, and asks if Luka believes in God. Nothing. The Bishop twitches in his grave. Luka's cheek scar is there, and it's just as big as it was earlier, but it's not bleeding. Still not sure why it decided to reopen. Cynthia continues, asking if Luka believes God punishes people. "It wasn't God," Luka says. Oh, come on! Step Three of avoiding a lawsuit: Blame God. Never admit that whatever went wrong couldn't have been some cruel divine punishment. In fact, encourage it. Luka clearly needs to skim Malpractice for Dummies. Cynthia grasps his hand and implores him to pray with her; despite his resistance, she bows her head and ostensibly starts saying a rosary. Abby passes and stops in her tracks when she sees a guilt-ridden Luka huddled next to Cynthia. She shoots him a shocked and disgusted look. Chill, Abby. He's sitting with a grieving girl, not buying Eminem's house off eBay. We fade to black really, really annoyed with this act-out, because it's asinine that Abby would assume Luka's flirting with Cynthia, and also because she's cast herself as Luka's defender in this whole scenario, so it's dumb to have her glaring at him because she's judging him. I hate fake tension.