Carter, assisted by a paramedic, hoists a construction worker -- still wearing his reflective vest -- onto a bed. He complains that they should watch his back. Carter asks him (Mr. Fazio) how far he fell, and he guesses that it was about six or eight feet. The paramedic pipes up: "Co-worker says it was about four." "Four, my ass!" Mr. Fazio yells, and for someone with a supposed back injury, he's gesticulating pretty wildly and freely. He adds that he thinks he heard something pop, and that he "probably blew out a disk." As Haleh and Carter help him out of his vest and jacket, the paramedic gives them the bullet: Mr. Fazio complained of weakness in his legs, and suffered a brief loss of consciousness. The paramedic gives his blood pressure and pulse stats, rolls his eyes, and leaves. Mr. Fazio asks if the numbers the paramedic quoted were bad, and Carter tells him they're normal. Carter asks Mr. Fazio to push his feet against Carter's hands, which he does, while grunting very theatrically. Carter asks him if that hurts, and Mr. Fazio growls, "Yeah! What do you think?" Carter asks whether Mr. Fazio's employer covers on-the-job injury, and Mr. Fazio sniffs, "He better!" Carter pushes down on Mr. Fazio's head and asks whether it increases the pain in his back; Mr. Fazio slides down the bed, all the while complaining that that hurts, too. Carter pronounces Mr. Fazio's injury an "M.U." Mr. Fazio asks if that's bad, and Carter says they're going to check it all out, and pulls the curtain. He then orders a number of tests, including a lumbar spine series, from Haleh, who asks him what an "M.U." is. Carter leans in and whispers, "Made-up."