Weaver lays into Pratt for prescribing a fake drug. Pratt tries to justify himself by pointing out that the guy's faking it and freaking out at any mention of psychiatry, so he figured it wouldn't hurt anyone to make the patient think he was getting real drugs. Weaver reads Pratt the riot act. "Not only have you breached every principle of medical ethics, but you've also opened us up to a lawsuit if he finds out what you did," Weaver says. This is where Pratt would point out that Weaver is not one to throw stones when her glass house has three broken walls already, but because the alderman story got dropped faster than Susan's pants near a handicapped placard, he of course knows nothing of this irony.

Malik grabs Weaver and sends her up to CT, where her patient just crashed. Pratt tiredly tells "Severa" to pull the plug on the Obecalp. Since when does this nurse have a name? "I never gave it to him," she says, and lo, she not only speaks English, but it's not even really accented. It's hilarious, except for the fact that it was a pointless and slightly insulting little running gag. The best TPTB could muster. Sad.

Next stop on the Pratt Reunion Tour: Damian The One-Armed Bandit, all eager to spew his quarter of doom. Pratt tries to let them down gently that the GI specialist won't arrive until later, but they're understandably not all that thrilled about the idea of letting their son go to sleep with something lodged in his airway. Especially a dirty and disgusting quarter that's been in God knows how many cash registers, dirty palms, vending machines, and cheap strip joints. Pratt chews on this.

Weaver arrives in CT and leaps astride her patient to try and revive him. Abby's already on one side giving compressions. "Never, ever send an even slightly unstable patient to CT," Weaver seethes quietly. "You TOLD me to..." Abby protests, defensively. "I was talking to me," Weaver says evenly, through clenched teeth.