Pratt is pissed off because the obese boozehound hasn't been dealt with yet. He finds out that the man is Malarkey's patient, and rolls his eyes. On his way to find Malarkey, Pratt notices that no one's been down to see Betsy yet, and promises he'll call the GI people himself. Then, Nameless Dark-Haired Med Student sidelines Pratt from dealing with anything, begging him to talk to a man named Gamble who suddenly stopped being able to speak while arguing with his wife. "I can talk now, though," Gamble says brightly. Before we get any more of a handle on who these people are, Pratt excuses himself to talk to Susan, who hands him a couple cases. Abby drops by with a few more charts and points out that Malarkey's got a pelvis fracture case that's been waiting for fourteen hours now. Malarkey is kind of a craphead. And this whole show so far has been about procedure, which isn't that interesting. I don't care about it. I feel like half the stuff I'm transcribing is irrelevant.
The paramedics bring in a seventy-three-year-old woman, Winnie, whose granddaughter called the ambulance and is trotting alongside them. Weaver yells for Abby's help, but Abby has punched out already. Spying Neela, Weaver says, "Want to be a doctor? Move it." Neela jogs after them toward the trauma rooms, and Abby stares wistfully after them. Jerry lumbers up with a fax for her and helpfully says, "Your loan's not going through"; he rattles off Abby's credit rating. Abby's stunned that he knows this, and Jerry freely admits he read it on the fax, which is so charming of him and yet not unexpected. "Couldn't lease a moped with a score that low," he says thoughtlessly. Abby blows out her cheeks in frustration.
The little girl stands around watching her grandmother get worked on by Coop, Weaver, and Neela. Why any of them hasn't ushered her out of there is beyond me. It's one thing when it's a person of age, but she's, like, ten. Put her away. "Is Grandma okay?" she asks. "We're trying to help her," Neela promises. The doctors rip open Winnie's shirt and remove her bra, exposing her breasts -- well, sort of, as they are really just gray-looking blobs with no visible nipples. Ew. It's a little weird because on this show, they never seem to remove patients' bras -- so for them to make a show of taking it off this time does make one wonder why they bothered. It's like they invested in a Rex The Wonder Preemie, but shaped like boobs, and they can't wait to flaunt it.
Anyway. As they tear off Winnie's bra to reveal her colorless, nipple-free breast-mounds, her granddaughter shrieks, "Don't do that! She wouldn't like it, she's DNR!" And the whole room comes to a halt. For real. The promo didn't lie. Of course, it had no business including this in the first place, but hey -- one step at a time. Everyone in the gang looks at the granddaughter like she's an alien. She needs a name. Let's call her Frizzy. Weaver slowly and carefully asks Frizzy if she knows what "DNR" means. Frizzy hasn't prepped a bunch of wacky wrong answers, like "Damn Nice Rack," or "Distilled Nut Runoff," so she just exhales deeply and whimpers, "She doesn't want to be naked." If Winnie could sneak one peek at Gallant, she'd sit up and be all, "Shut up, child. Just shut up and let him strip me."