Abby and Carter start to seal Bree's shroud, but Robin protests when they begin to cover Bree's face. Sympathetically, Abby offers Robin a minute more to come to terms with the loss, because death is ugly and Bree is a Brawny kind of mess. Robin stares at Bree, then kisses her daughter's forehead and weeps. Craig reaches for her, but Robin stiffens and acts repelled, and Craig resigns himself to a bootyless night. He storms into Trauma Green for a good, hard sniffle. Carter follows, because he knows from good, hard sniffles. "My wife didn't want to come [to Africa]," Craig sobs. Carter reminds Craig that they've no idea why or when the kids fell ill. "It's my fault," Craig decides. Adam interrupts to ask if Bree was frightened when it happened. "She was asleep," Carter promises. Adam stares up betwixt the minefields of pus bombs and preciously asks, "Am I next?" Craig says no. Adam wants a promise. Carter fixes him with his best No, I Don't Just Say That To All The Dying Kids look and says, "I promise." Craig stares at his shoes. He knew the tassels would be his undoing.
Chen winces and groans and clicks the click out of her call button. She's frantic. She has a full bladder. She came back mid-season in a fit of indignant rage, and now she's sitting on a hospital bed quaking with the sheer desire to urinate. Yeah, that's money well spent. Chen bitches that she's been ringing for ten minutes; Stan says he rang for an hour, so presumably his bladder woes were chronicled in a delightfully droll off-camera segment. Stan leans over and offers her his urinal. Chen groans.
Disturbed people ask Luka questions. They don't know that he's a mere puppet. And an empty one. He can't even get a hand up his ass for assistance. The mob wants food now, and Luka escapes by pretending they might have crackers lying around. This does not sate the mob. The mob wants more. The mob wants nudity, I think. Come on, Luka. Don't be frigid.
Large Marge is playing craps with a few other patients, plus Alison, who you'd think would be on them about the illegality of it all. Luka cuts the game short and pulls Marge de la Large off to the side, quietly explaining that he's aware of her epilepsy. She blinks, her smile freezing in place while the glow in her eyes vanishes. "Just an occasional tic," she says through gritted teeth. "Haven't had a seizure in years." Luka then gently wonders where she's getting the Dilantin -- Mexico, perhaps, or on the internet. "Not gonna rat me out to the insurance company, are you?" she snarls. "You could've killed them all!" Luka booms, irritated. Marge scoffs that her passengers are all totally fine, because her concern about others is not nearly as large as Marge herself. Luka drags her to the window that peers into an exam room, in which Colin -- the guy she hit -- is suffering. Right as shock washes over Marge's face, Colin's sats drop and Susan screams for Luka in a totally non-sexual way.