Weaver watches closely as Abby performs the spinal tap. She's impressed that Abby pulled it off so cleanly. If this is a big deal to her, perhaps she should have rethought having a med student perform the procedure. Sandy is grating her teeth. "You should see how good I am when I'm not post-call," Abby jokes. Oh, well done, Abby, way to make a nervous parent feel EVEN BETTER. Sandy, of course, can't believe someone who's been on her feet for thirty-six hours touched her kid's spine. Really, though, at any given time, I'd bet most of those doctors are sleep-deprived. They just get used to it and it stops becoming a big deal -- they learn to work around it. And to put it in terms Sandy would understand, I'd rather have a tired firefighter than no firefighter at all. "Actually, only thirty-one hours," Abby says. Then she finishes triumphantly.
"Day Twenty-Two/Day One." Neela is turning things over to a new med student, revealing that Veggie Baby's mother is finally starting to letgo and needs some support. Abby goes through some of the foreign lingo with her fellow student. "You'll pick it up fast," she smiles. Weaver and Sandy cruise past with the good news that the spinal tap was perfect, and that Henry is fine. "Champagne tap," Weaver grins, handing Abby a bottle. They then take a happy photograph together. "Get your butt back down to the ER where you belong," Weaver smiles, leaving. Abby's done nothing but stink up the ER since becoming a med student, though, so I think Weaver just needs to get some sleep and regain her sanity. If Abby's finally good at something, she should stick with it. Honestly, I'd begun to wonder how she got into med school at all. A glowing Abby congratulates them one more time and then cradles the Polaroid.