At his apartment, Elizabeth stitches Mark's hand. I must observe that Mark is sitting in a perfectly nice coach chair that some insane decorator has had upholstered in BLUE DENIM. Friends don't let friends buy denim furniture. I cannot stress that enough. Anyway, some very subdued flirting follows, which is -- typical for these two -- too boring for me to bother repeating. From his bed, Holling slurs, "Is he giving you a hard time over there?" Elizabeth smiles and gently says, "No, David. He's being a very good patient." She tells Mark that they'll remove the stitches in five days, and that they shouldn't leave a scar. Mark -- looking like it's taking all his energy not to burst into tears -- thanks her. She gives him some post-stitch instructions, and he mildly crabs, "I know." "I know you know," she murmurs. They both turn their attention to Holling; Elizabeth notes, "Looks like he's having difficulty breathing." Mark asks if she thinks he should give Holling another treatment. Holling interjects, "I can't breathe, but I can still hear every word you say." Elizabeth smiles, and offers to make Holling some lunch. He says he's not hungry, but tells her to "stay. Have some tea." She glances at Mark, who nods, so she replies, "I'd like that."
Luka barrels into the trauma room where El Guy is crashing. Carter fills him in on the patient's background, and Dr. Dave adds, "Probably cracked his spleen." "Hold on, Dave," Carter says, and Dr. Dave nods resignedly, looking like he wishes one of his hands were free to make the "jerk-off" motion. Carter goes on, "His neck veins are elevated and he's got low voltage on the EKG; I'm worried about fluid around the heart." "You should be worried about the belly," Dr. Dave interjects. Luka recommends that they check for cardiac tamponade. "I'd be checking the belly," Dr. Dave says again, like, thanks, Junior, now keep it down. Upon viewing the ultrasound, Luka confirms that EG "does have a big effusion around the heart," and Dr. Dave looks disappointed and embarrassed that his catch was wrong. Carter calls out some orders and Luka hands Dr. Dave the ultrasound, muttering, "Now you can check the belly," and looking like he's sorry one of his hands isn't free to pat Dr. Dave on the head. Dr. Dave admits that the "belly's looking pretty clean," as whatever Carter's doing to EG's heart starts to make machines bleat disconcertingly. Luka advises Carter to pull back, and things settle down, and EG guy's pulse recovers. As Carter draws blood from around EG's heart, Dr. Dave asks whether Carter needs another syringe. Carter says he thinks he's all right, and asks Dr. Dave to call for an ICU bed. Dr. Dave smiles bitterly, and goes off to do so. Luka congratulates Carter on his "good job," and Carter smiles.