An older Russian woman follows Carter through the hospital, complaining of dehydration and the fact that she can't keep down any fluids. "You have gallstones the size of golf balls," Carter says pleasantly. She doesn't understand, but Carter doesn't have time to explain because Abby yells for his help with Stegman. He's crashing, so they're going to cardiovert. Stanley -- the other med student -- gets the call. Carter explains that the paddles are charged, so he must apply firm pressure to the chest, back off, and say "clear" before pressing the buttons. Naturally, Stanley botches this, so Carter is not out of the way in time, and Stegman's twitching arm nails him right in the balls. Abby freaks, thinking he's been shocked, and reprimands Stanley for yelling "clear" too late. Stanley, though, is enamored of his lifesaving work, happily proclaiming that Stegman has a pulse and a normal sinus rhythm. Carter chokes that his balls took a beating, perhaps some cosmic vengeance for thinking they'd had gotten big enough to warrant his Big Man on Hospital Campus behavior. Abby preps an ice pack for him. "Feels like someone kicked me in the chest," Mr. Stegman moans. "Well, consider yourself lucky, Mr. Stegman," Abby replies, glaring pointedly at Stanley. Carter staggers to his feet, clearly interested in vomiting up at least one of his private orbs.
Luka updates that the Spanish patient has now been seizing for almost an hour. Yosh has administered four grams of Pyridoxine, but Susan says it isn't enough -- the woman needs one gram for each gram she ingested. Yosh balks, insisting he can't run to the pharmacy and restock because this is all the Pyridoxine they have. Susan tells him to send a courier to check all local hospitals -- Mercy, Northwestern, and Parkside. "Parkside closed last year," Luka says. Susan scowls. Charging the paddles to 200, Susan stares morosely at Luka, who busily compresses the woman's chest, but makes time to meet and equal Susan's doleful gaze.
Romano, Benton, and Elizabeth scrub for surgeries. Romano expresses amazement that Dizzy crushed her own father against a wall. "You wonder why I don't have kids," Romano comments, probably well aware that his kids would do the same, but deliberately. Not that I would condone it, because without his smart-ass mouth, I'd be so bored. Elizabeth says she's going in to repair a perforated diverticulum -- of the older African-American woman -- and Romano snarks that she should be sure to scrub under her fingernails to avoid another post-op death. Elizabeth sassily holds up her hand and does so, but she's shot from the side and practically off-camera -- which is why she can get away with flipping him the bird under the auspice that she's scrubbing under that finger's nail. Freeze-frame caught that touch, and it's a nice one. It also symbolizes that Elizabeth and Romano absolutely need to nail. A nurse announces that Roger is on the horn for Benton, but he must take a message because his and Romano's patient crashes. Romano insists that Roger can wait, because "bad news will never go away."