Neela is learning to do a pap test while Luka observes and instructs. "Once you have the blades in, pull the press straight down, and the cervix should come into view," says the man who probably knows best. The little blonde, Layla, looks a bit nervous as she exposits that the bleeding began the night before. Sam pops in, peering up at Luka almost as if she expects their first interaction to be related to their kiss, so when he asks her to do something nursing-related, she snaps her mouth shut almost gratefully and quickly turns away to do it. At least, I think that's what was going on -- it's super-brief and barely there, but it felt like an ice-breaker for her. Neela quietly informs Luka that Layla has bruises, a hematoma, and vaginal tearing as deep as three centimeters, and oh, OW, that hurts me as much as any mention of childbirth. Luka repeats this, because it sounds less scary when he coats it in the thick honey of his accent. "Is that from too much sex?" Layla asks, sheepishly. Luka hedges that it's from the type of sex. Layla swears that no one's raped her, expositing with a glow that she's got a fiancé named Dean who's in college. This is ER speak for "She's too meek to stand up to him, and he's a complete bastard." Luka gently asks if he's rough with her, and she bites her lip and giggles that they do get carried away sometimes.
Outside, Sam can't believe that a sixteen-year-old girl is engaged already. Luka changes the subject and invites her out that night -- a patient has a Korean restaurant, and Luka figured they could take Alex. "Oh, Alex has a sleepover," Sam says, and she's called away before she can say, "But I'm free. And, I'm not doing anything tonight."