Whiny wants to make sure Willie will be okay. "This should never have happened," she says, wringing her hands. Abby is confused, because Willie claimed that Whiny wanted his penis to be flap-free. "Not really," she gulps. "I only wanted to break up, and didn't want to hurt his feelings." So she insulted his prized weapon instead. That's smart.

Malik yells for Abby, who joins Susan at the gurney of a guy who apparently collapsed. His roommate is fairly sure he never took drugs. "He drank at the party, but he was okay...now he's sick and his neck hurts," the guy exposits. Susan heaves him onto the exam table. The kid's complexion is waxen. Susan feels he's feverish and calls for a rectal thermometer, but Abby cries out that the boy has petechiae on his arm. She holds up the hand, which is covered with little red nicks. "They don't blanch," she worries. Susan flips out. "This is meningococcus," she pales, yelling for someone to prep post-exposure medicine for everyone in the area and panicking that the disease could be rampaging through his dorm at U of I by now. She wants Carter immediately, and Abby bolts to find him.

Carter is stretched out somewhere dark, letting Stanley pierce his lower back with acupuncture needles. Finally, Stanley gets his dream: to fondle Carter's skin. He only offered to tend his bruised nads, what, three times? Four? Abby bursts in and delivers the dangerous news, so Stanley yanks out the pins.

"Meningococcemia?" Carter asks, bursting into the yellow trauma room with a few buttons of his blue shirt undone and his tie swinging loose around his neck. Somebody get this kid a bottle of scotch wrapped in a brown paper bag. Susan wants to intubate, so he prepares to do it while she wonders aloud whether Fraulein also went to U of I. Stanley confirms this, adding that Fraulein was discharged because they deemed her a flu case. Susan shits enough bricks to build a house. "We need to find her," Carter booms. Susan sprints off to find her as Carter orders Abby to prep a Swan-Ganz catheter. She can't find one. "Nothing's where it's supposed to be," she complains.

Susan learns that Frank sent Fraulein to the cafeteria and runs off in that direction, bumping in to Luka and Neecole. "Slow down!" he scolds idiotically, mad that someone interrupted his little romantic stroll through the corridors of death. They giggle together inanely while Abby frantically searches through nearby supply racks. "Where'd you put the Swan-Ganz catheters?" she begs Neecole, who naturally has no idea what the hell those are. Abby repeats herself slowly. "They told me in the trauma room," Neecole offers. "Well, they're not there," Abby sighs, grabbing Neecole and pleading with her to show them exactly where she thinks they are. Luka follows.