Carter makes for the bench like a starving man makes for a steak, and Benton follows at a discreetly respectful yet solicitous distance. Carter glances at the form and asks Benton, "Ninety days? This is a three-month program?" Apparently his prescription-drug addiction hasn't impaired his cipherin' abilities. Benton, perhaps rattled that Carter's not so far gone that he can't figure out the length of his imminent stay, stammers that he guesses so. Carter wearily closes his eyes and leans back on the bench, bitterly asking whether Benton will send him some clothes, or whether "they issue prison garb here." Benton elects not to acknowledge Carter's druggy histrionics. Carter sighs loudly and starts to fill in the form, before muttering that the pen doesn't work. He throws it onto the bench (hey, that shit's upholstered, dog. Were you raised in a barn? You better hope it doesn't stain) and, voice breaking, petulantly calls for a new pen. Benton leans into the cube and tells Nurse Bitchy, "He's diaphoretic and cramping." Nurse Bitchy tells Benton, "We'll take care of it." Benton asks when, and she crisply replies, "Soon." Benton tells her, "He has tremors. He needs something." Nurse Bitchy (who actually is not that bitchy, really, but I had to call her something, and there just aren't that many famous nurses in history. Like, she doesn't have long nails, so I can't call her FloJo Nightengale, and who else is left? Nurse Ratched? I got nothing, here) soothingly advises Benton that he should leave. In the foreground, Carter sits on the bench and makes a herculean effort to maintain, man. Nurse Bitchy explains, "It's important that he checks [sic] himself in." Immediately, I asked the room-at-large (containing, as I said, Sars, Gustave, Pooh, and Djb) whether it shouldn't be "It's important that he check himself in," because it's the subjunctive mode; Pooh said no, but Sars said yes, and since she invented grammar, I defer to her. Benton gets a new pen, which he gently hands to Carter, along with the form Carter had angrily thrown down on the bench. Benton quietly asks, "You, uh...you good from here?" Carter looks startled that Benton is leaving him, but plays it off and murmurs, "Yeah, I guess so." Benton smiles and assures him, "Carter, you can do this." Carter tries his best not to cry; Noah Wyle does a really good job making his face look completely vulnerable. Carter says nothing. Benton ambles off. Carter watches him go, frankly terrified.