In an exam room, Carter joins Carol and some random nurse as they help Pablo, the recurring homeless character, out of a wheelchair. Carter is friendly and they all call Pablo by name. Carol informs Carter that Pablo's street was swept, and that all his stuff is gone. Pablo seems to be a bit disoriented and as Carter repeatedly asks him how much he's had to drink, Pablo doesn't answer but instead continues to tell the story of the loss of his things. Carol puts a bag on an IV stand and takes his arm to insert the IV, and Pablo, surprised and annoyed by the attention, pulls his arm away and upsets a tray of instruments. Carter springs into action, saying, "Soft restraints," and going to get them. Carol tells him that she's okay, and that the tray upset was an accident, but Carter's having none of it (gee, I wonder why? Oh, wait, I don't), and tells her to call Security. Carol tells him it was an accident, but Carter administers a dose of Haldol to a thoroughly unimpressed Pablo. Carol, as sensitive as ever, asks what the hell is wrong with Carter, and tells him that "they don't come any gentler" than Pablo. He asks whether she's going to help him restrain Pablo, and she tells him she won't, so Carter stomps out, telling her to call him when Pablo's calmed down. Carter, please get some therapy. Good lord.
Carol shuffles supplies in a trauma room. Carter comes in looking for "four-by-fours." He sits down on the bed to rest his back and legs and as she hands him a four-by-four, she asks what's going on with him, and what was the deal with his overreaction to Pablo. He says he was just trying to be careful, and that maybe it was just a bad call. She sits next to him and tells him that she knows what it's like to have your whole life change: "A year ago, I was living with Doug; now I'm living alone with two babies. Go figure." Uh, no one stabbed Doug, okay? Or you (yet), so I really fail to see what any of that has to do with Carter. She tries to tie it together by saying that big changes take a while to adjust to. Carter pulls an envelope out of his pocket and says simply, "Lucy matched." Carol asks where, and he says, "Here. She got a spot in psych." Irony is so bored by this point, he's not even in my office waiting to bludgeon me with a rubber mallet, and is instead downstairs in the kitchen having a bowl of Lucky Charms, but calls up the stairs, "Hey! Psych! Did you get that?" "Yeah," I mutter. "Can you bring me a Coke?" Carol says, "There's always going to be something, Carter." "Well, what are you going to do?" he replies. "Go back to work," she offers. Whatever.