Abby drifts into Reception to ask Frank a question. "New interns don't start until tomorrow," he says. Abby exposits that this is her final nursing shift, and that she's trying to finish it up so she can get some sleep. Suddenly, Neela appears, to the surprise of Abby, who thought Neela was in Michigan. "Get kicked out already?" Frank asks. Hmm. Not nice, but at least not a flaming racist. That's an improvement. Neela quietly asks Abby if she has time to talk; Abby isn't sure, blah blah sleep, excuses excuses..."I may have just thrown away my medical career," Neela blurts.
Weaver interrupts, braying with Burly about Tiffany's stash. "We don't do strip searches," she says. "Give me a break -- the jail nurse won't do pelvics," he pleads. "That's your problem," Weaver says. Just then, Malik announces a multi-victim crash and asks how many of the pedestrians and passengers they can take. "Three," Weaver says. She realizes that it's just her and Malarkey -- see? Why the hell did she send Luka home if there's only two doctors? -- and asks Abby if she can stay. "No, I...I..." Abby begins. "Good," Weaver cuts her off. "Go find [Malarkey] -- he's probably hiding in the bathroom again staring at Maxim." If that's the case, then I don't think anybody wants to walk into that bathroom, because I guarantee you that not all of Malarkey would be in hiding.
Chen and Pratt are now safe outside the water. Chief Rescuer wants to put a neck collar on Pratt, but he barks that he's fine. "How come they're not bagging him?" he says, squinting at the rescue ship, where Fry Cook has been heaved on deck. "Is he alive?" The rescuer radios over to ask whether Fry Cook has any vitals, and they learn that he doesn't. Pratt exhales, aggrieved, and we fade to black feeling like Fry Cook's had a damn rough couple of days, what with the heart trouble and the collapsing and the guns and the neck breakage and the death.
We come up on Abby heading out to the ambulance bay, unable to believe that Neela up and quit. They're interrupted by a woman whose son has a flashing red nose; it seems Rudolph made a reindeer game out of shoving red LEDs up his schnozz. His mother doesn't seem grateful that he's experimenting with LEDs rather than LSD. You know, some people just can't see the forest. The grass is always greener up someone else's son's nose. Abby packs them off to triage, where they are then edited into oblivion.
A man is unloaded out of an ambulance right then, wailing in a familiar-sounding voice, "Give me something for the pain, man!" When I first heard this I wasn't looking at the TV, so my reaction was, "Holy shit, John Goodman has GOT to start saying NO to people." Then I looked up and realized it was just a sound-alike. But my point about John Goodman is still valid. Anyway, the guy has a dislocated hip and gets sent off with Malarkey, which means he's probably about to get a second one and a bonus nagging rash of some kind. Neela volunteers to do some sutures on a pedestrian from the scene, but Weaver roughly points out she's not a student and isn't covered to practice medicine at County. Neela has the nads to look crushed by this. "You want to stay, you observe," Weaver says. If Neela is so anti-medicine, why is she hanging around there?