As Elizabeth strolls toward Donna in Trauma Green, Luka eagerly asks if she's familiar with a slightly unusual procedure for harvesting organs after the patient's heart has stopped. In it, the patient is escorted to the OR and taken off the ventilator so that the body dies naturally. Organs remain viable for up to two minutes after the heart arrests. "She's dead either way," argues Elizabeth nonsensically. Of course she is. She will have no innards. That complicates the process of living. She's missing the point -- namely, that Ray wants Donna to die naturally before her heart is torn out and drop-kicked toward someone else's chest. Luka explains this, and swears that Ray will only consent to the organ donation if this semi-radical approach is employed. "You know that for a fact?" snips Elizabeth. "You presented it to him?" Luka shrugs. Neecole interrupts, because she's more important than people with actual, non-self-inflicted problems. With a gesture, Luka asks her to wait, then sits back and takes it as Elizabeth reams him for consulting Ray without her. "You're not the one who needs approval for an unconventional procedure, nor are you the one going to have to do it," she rages, leaving in a tizzy. I'm with her on that, actually, although she's awfully quick to be grouchy about things. Says the evil cynic. ["Actually, it seems like Elizabeth grouches at Luka a lot. She grouched at him about that transplant candidate from Season Six, and she squalled at him a couple of weeks ago about the consult. I think she's bitter because he's hot and she still married the nebbish. Anyway." -- Sars] Luka sighs, turns to Neecole, and ushers her away so they can chat.

Ralph and Alice trail Carter through the hospital to an exam room, with Alice tightly attached to a rolling IV. She complains about it, but Carter insists that she needs it, "and if I'm right, you might even need emergency meds." Ralph frets that someone will catch them in the act, which is our first overt clue that Carter's seeking out a place for the Honeymooners to make whoopee in the name of medical science. He's beaming. He's so proud of his diagnosis, so thrilled that he's getting away with mischief, and so tingly that he's getting vicarious ass. Carter finds a closet or a room of some kind and notes that it locks from the inside, throwing open the door triumphantly. Ralph turns green. "Is that what I think it is?" he sputters. Carter wheels around and spies a corpse tightly wrapped in a sheet. He tries to summon Malik to move it, but the nurse is called away to an emergency, leaving a sickened couple and an anxious Carter staring nervously at the body. "It'll be fine," Carter insists.