Matilda crabbily tells Luka that she'd hoped the mailman would find her. "[But] I don't get much mail," she admits. Susan wants her to stop talking so she can hear Matilda's chest, so the older woman leans back and promptly nods off. Her monitors beep wildly. "Matilda?" Luka shouts. They can't get her to wake up and worry she's gone into some kind of coma. Yosh is there. The two things aren't related, but it's just nice to realize that Yosh is in a scene. Susan grabs a tongue depressor and shoves it down Matilda's throat to test her gag reflex. Matilda coughs and sits up, disgusted. "What the hell are you doing?" she roars. "I was having a nice rest until this bitch started choking me." Luka's amused by her spunk. Susan's repelled by her old-woman quirks. Luckily, she's saved by Haleh, who's got Melody's son in tow. Susan bolts gratefully.
Susan explains to the son, Jeremy, that Melody's been throwing up frequently and they think it could be food poisoning. As they enter her room, Jeremy insists that they ate the same thing and he's fine. "How come you didn't call me?" he demands, upset. "I ...thought you were going to?" Melody says meekly, turning to her boyfriend. "I didn't get a chance," he says apologetically. Melody tells Jeremy not to stay there just to watch her sleep, but he's fine with it. "Bill's got to go to work, right?" he says, his eyes glinting. But Bill does not. Put-out, Jeremy follows Susan out of the room under the guise of seeking some reading material for Melody. "If you need anything official, ask me and not him, okay?" Jeremy spits. Susan wonders densely if there's some problem with Bill. "No, he's just kind of a jerk sometimes," Jeremy brats, stalking away.
A cup of coffee sits on the table. We pan out to see that it belongs to Carter, who's sitting across from Abby in a diner booth. Paul McCrane seems to like those pull-backs where you focus on one thing and then back away to see what the scene's really about. Abby says Maggie just went back to the apartment after their tiff, and she went straight to the hospital. "I'll pick him up tonight, we'll all have dinner, it'll be fine," she says, unconcerned. Then she whispers conspiratorially, "As soon as she leaves." Carter stares at her for a second, then averts his gaze. "What happens then?" he asks, unsuccessfully trying to sound casual. Abby furrows her brow and figures she and Eric will get into a routine where he's on pills and she's working days so that she can baby-sit him at night and read him bedtime stories and change the bulb in his night-lights. Carter blinks. This will seriously put a kink in his sex life, which probably needs all the kinks it can get. "So you're going to be roommates now?" he coughs. "Well, I can't just let him wander off and hope for the best," she duhs. "He needs my help." Carter's eyebrows twitch upward, and he nods slowly with pursed lips, shying away from eye contact. Even Abby's not so dense that she doesn't notice he's skeptical. "Too much?" Abby asks. Carter exhales. "I just think it's a responsibility that you could share," he says carefully. "With who? Maggie?" Abby snorts. Carter's eyes show how deeply that dagger pierces him; Noah Wyle does a super job pegging the mixture of hurt and anger and disillusionment. As the sadness seeps into his expression, Abby me-me-mes a story about how Maggie used to abandon them in the middle of the night, so much so that it became their routine: get up, make sure Maggie's not gone, and proceed from there. "When she was gone, I was left with my little brother, this skinny kid who never did anything wrong and was good and sweet and beautiful, and I would have to tell him that everything was going to be okay," she recalls. Carter listens with concern. "What would he say?" Carter asks. "'You're a liar,'" Abby remembers. Carter scratches his chin. He's gripping the cold reality that he's been getting his jollies at the intersection of Bitter and Majorly Effed Up.