Pratt enters to ask Luka to sign off on a patient. "I thought you weren't presenting to me," Luka says. "I got over it," Pratt says bleakly. What? Oh, come ON. I give. I give! They make us sit through these scenes, and then they brush them off with, "Well, I got over it." This is it. I'm officially rankled. Also, Pratt suddenly has hair. Apparently he got tired of spending all that cash on skull wax. He presents a seventy-two-year-old man with a couch and a fever, and he's looking to send him home with some medicine. Luka decides that this is one of those times when they shouldn't skimp on the testing, and chides Pratt for not knowing this. Before Pratt can respond, Sam trucks through the ER with some paramedics and a wailing man on a gurney who severed four fingers when he tried cutting through ice with a chainsaw. Alex -- who, of course, has trotted out from his hiding place to stare -- is enthralled. "AAAAAAHHHHHH," offers up Mr. Hand. The paramedic proudly produces the four fingers, preserved on ice. "Big Slurpee special!" he grins.
Amid all this, Pratt notices that Alex has a cast on his arm and asks what's up with that. "My mom twisted it when she was drunk," he lies. And that's just not funny, and yet instead of reprimanding him for being a poisonous little terror, simply Luka grabs Alex, yanks the hood of his jacket over his head, and shoves him playfully and with exasperation off toward the lounge. Yanking the hood is evidently Luka's answer for everything, and yes, I do realize exactly how that sounds.
In Trauma Green, they page the replantation team to attach the fingers. Alex, of course, didn't go back to the lounge, and is watching. He is a freak. I'm over twice his age and I can't even watch someone stub a toe.
Johanna explains to a listening Neela that she just wanted to try some pot. "You went to the South side to score drugs?" Neela asks. Johanna shrugs that she heard that was the place, and swiftly changes the subject to Neela by asking if she's from India. Well done, Johanna. Was it the "She's Indian" that helped you guess? "My family's in London now," Neela nods. "Chicago's as far as I've ever gotten," Johanna says sadly. We then learn that she and Thomas have dated for a year, but that they grew up together down the road from each other in Arcola.
Gallant wheels in Thomas and brightly announces that he got very lucky: the bullet collapsed his lung but didn't hurt anything else, but he does have a broken leg. "You can handle that," Johanna says, kind of coldly, actually. But they're going to admit Thomas, which means calling their parents, which wigs Johanna out because she's as subtle as a purple elephant with the words "HELLO I AM HERE" scrawled on it in gold paint. Neela offers to phone their parents, but Johanna interjects that neither of their families has a phone. Thomas suggests calling their neighbors. "No, Thomas," snaps Johanna. He wants her to talk to their parents, and she resists, and neither wants to admit why. Gallant and Neela just swap confused looks as Thomas promises to give them their neighbor's phone number.