In the waiting area, Druggie is ranting about his pain. Abby crabs that he's last in a long line of patients with actual, urgent problems. "I have been here for four hours!" he screams. Carter hails her, and Abby sees Eric with a yelp of delight. She runs over to kiss his cheek. "What are you doing here?" she asks, happily. Druggie babbles that he's in constant pain, blah blah blah. Abby ignores him and asks Eric if he's checked his messages. "HEY!" shrieks Druggie. "I'm talking to you!" Carter yells for Pratt, who is apparently Carter's personal bitch. Druggie doesn't want to deal with Pratt, because -- and I think he speaks for all of us here -- Pratt doesn't give him what he wants. "He's concerned you're building up a tolerance to the narcotic," Carter explains, like that's not a complete waste of time. Druggie's all, "No shit, Sherlock, that's why I need more." News bulletin: he's in pain. He rants that none of them wants to help him because they're selfish. Pratt tosses him a packet of pain pills, but it's one Vicodin, not a dose of Demerol, and Druggie knows the difference. He's pissed. "Go play Lakeshore," scoffs Pratt. "Think you're a bunch of heroes, or something?" Druggie shouts, irate. "Look around! You're not doing anything, you're not helping anyone!" In his fury, he kicks over a group of chairs, knocking a patient on crutches to the floor. This is the single funniest thing in the show. The extra flails. He's wailing inside. Druggie leaves in a whirlwind of pained rage as Eric turns to Abby, totally amused and bemused. "We like excitement," she offers. We fade out, wondering why she's dating Carter, then.

Eric and Abby take a quick breather in the doctors' lounge. Abby serves up coffee, and they talk about Maggie -- she's got a dog, she cooks for the dog, she's happy. "She's even good," Eric observes. "Maybe this time..." Abby smiles tightly. "Maybe," she nods. In a low voice, Eric apologizes for not being there for Maggie's last episodes. Abby cuts him off, and doesn't seem interested in rehashing history. "It's okay," she says. "No guilt, it's not our fault. Remember?" Malik bursts in, searching for a lost baggie of fingertips. The way he says it, it sounds like they keep a collection of random fingertips they can dip into during emergencies. Eric's good opinion of County General slips a bit more.