Haleh heads off in search of Mark, and interrupts him mid-shot, administered by Elizabeth. Mark plays it off, and Haleh turns her back, insisting, "I didn't see anything!" and snickering. She tells him Mike is having trouble breathing, and heads off, snickering.
Remember Mike, who was having trouble breathing? Mark heads into his trauma room and asks, "Mike, how's your breathing?" Apparently he's having trouble. Now you're up to date. He has some pain in his abdomen. Mark tells Haleh to book a CT and asks where Mrs. Palmieri is. Mike says she went to check on the score: "If we're losing, I need to get back." Mark says he'll be getting another x-ray, and will definitely not be back in the game tonight.
Mark finds Mrs. Palmieri at the phone, and tells her that Mike might have a broken rib, and that he needs to have another CT to make sure it didn't nick his liver. Mrs. Palmieri asks what it would mean if Mike's liver were nicked, and Mark explains that it's a remote possibility that they have to rule out. She starts babbling about hating that he plays football, keeps his grades up, blah blah blah, like, shut up, Hysterica! Mark says Mike will probably be fine, and that he'll check back with her when he has any news.
Mark calls to Chen -- who is conveniently obscured behind a large piece of...something, and daydreaming -- and tells her to get Elizabeth to meet him at CT. Weaver crutches through the desk toward a trauma patient; it's a player from the team opposing Mike's. He says "they nailed [him] after the play. The ref didn't even call it." He has an open tibial fracture, which looks incredibly nasty; the bone is sticking straight up and out. As the medical professionals lead the latest victim of sports-related violence to a trauma room, Mrs. Palmieri gets right up next to the bed and starts tagging along between Weaver and Chen (because that's not inappropriate), yelping, "Fifty-five! That's the number! That's the number of the guy who hit Mike!" Fifty-Five protests, "It was a clean hit!" Lily pokes her head in to say that there's a gunshot wound victim coming in as well, and that he or she is crashing in the rig. Weaver asks Flattop (hereafter "Frank") what's open, and Frank mentions the "stiff" in Trauma Two. Weaver demands of no one in particular, "Clear it!" Mrs. Palmieri screeches at poor Fifty-Five, "You led with your helmet! You're not supposed to lead with your helmet!" Chen hustles her off to chairs. Fifty-Five yells, "It was an accident!" Mrs. Palmieri screams, "It was a cheap shot!" Fifty-Five moans, "What do you call breaking my leg on purpose?" "Payback!" shrieks Mrs. Palmieri. Save it for Passions, Kay, because I am sure they're going to call you after this.