Weaver rounds the corner and plugs Pratt's urethra one more painful time by demanding that he present some patients. "Can I take a leak first?" he asks. "No," she says flatly. Pratt hurriedly gives her the bullet on Gimpy, says the word "foxy-doxy," which I imagine he's used before ina bar as part of the world's worst pickup line, and then proceeds with the longest string of unintelligible medical terms that I've yet heard on this show. Mekhi Phifer's relief when he finishes is almost palpable. It's like, "Okay, Pratt's Fucking Huge Spiel, Take Forty-Six." Makes you wonder if the writers are trying to freak him out. Next week I swear he'll end up giving a five-minute lecture on something so technical that even the doctors in the audience won't know what the hell it is. Anyway, Pratt finishes his presentation with Betsy, a Crohn's disease patient with abdominal pain and diarrhea who needs something stronger than Percocet. He called the GI consult to get her admitted. "Sounds good," Weaver nods curtly, leaving. "Yeah," Pratt pants, tired. He ducks into Betsy's room and smiles, "Should be going upstairs any time now." Betsy appreciates his "going to bat" for her, which...okay. She must be a frequent flier herself. "Anything for you," oozes Pratt. Coop -- who is already in the room for reasons I don't entirely get seeing as Betsy's Pratt's patient -- smiles at Pratt with respect. "I like your style," he says. "Yeah? Get your own," Pratt says humorlessly. For real, Coop, be quiet. Smarmy is not a style you want.

In Trauma Green, Gimpy is wailing about the pain. Abby tries coaching Neela through putting a needle in Gimpy's chest; Neela's not quite getting it right. Gallant offers to try. "Are you following the landmarks?" Abby asks. Chen -- who by now can smell Neela's vulnerability from a city away and never fails to pounce on it -- enters the room just as Gimpy screams, "You're stabbing me to death here!" Chen coolly grabs the syringe and takes over. "A Chink now? What is this, the damn UN?" Gimpy moans. What is it with this show's fascination with racial slurs? They've come up an awful lot since I started recapping this show. Not entirely sure why that's a fallback for these writers. Chen frowns at Gimpy, and then jabs in the needle and injects with ease what appears to be either a painkiller, or some sort of magic muting drug that I sort of wish I could procure for my workplace. Chen explains exactly how Neela should have done this. "Hello?!" Abby sasses, off to the side. I guess we're supposed to know that she'd been telling Neela the same thing. Abby needs to chill. Chen wasn't calling her stupid. Neela quietly says she thought she was doing it correctly. "I guess I'm more comfortable with the IJ approach," she says. "You need to learn both," Chen says brusquely, exiting. Neela stares morosely after her. "She hates me, doesn't she?" Neela asks. "She thinks I'm into her boyfriend, but I'm not. I wonder if I should talk to her." Abby informs Neela that Chen and Pratt broke up. "Last week," Gallant adds. No one bothers to tell Neela that talking to Chen is a fruitless exercise in frostbite.