When we return, Luka is cleaning up the area around Crazy Toe Girl's foot. He tells her she can go home as long as the bleeding doesn't begin again. Bitterly, CTG spits that her mother would probably like to see her go blind. Luka bristles and tries to argue that CTG's mother secretly cares about her. CTG insists that she doesn't. "What I saw was a scared little girl crying for her mother, and her mother came," Luka oversimplifies. I also saw a whacked-out brat kicking props at her mother, and her mother ran, so I guess there's two sides to every crazy toe. "She'd never let me come home," avers CTG. "Ask her," Luka prods. CTG stares up at him and blinks her toe beseechingly. "Would you?" she asks. Luka stares off into the distance, because he's disturbed and distant, and also they didn't write anything else for him to say.

Keith crashes in the operating room. Weaver is watching from above, about an inch away from flipping her shit like a fluffy pancake.

Some random nasty guy needs a surgical consult, so Romano appears before a waiting Luka and Gallant to provide this service. The verdict: Yes. Just yes. Romano reclines the man's gurney and gets ready to go, but the look of horror on Gallant's face stops him. "Dr. Romano..." he says, warily. Romano looks down and realizes that he has collapsed the gurney onto his gimpy arm, pinching it. Pissed, he tugs it free; there's a nasty scrape on it. "I'm fine," he lies. Luka looks tense. The weight of the damn world is on that man's shoulders -- or if not, it's on his head, in the form of hair gel. Holy moly.

Mrs. Bickerson babbles that she should never have married her husband, and that you only have one shot at lifelong happiness and she blew it. Carter's like, Okay, lady, you have arsenic poisoning and a raging case of diarrh-anvil of the mouth. But this is all we get. Not so long ago, they thought she was trying to kill herself, and now all of a sudden Carter's laughing at her. I don't get it. Dropped plot, maybe? Carter sends her up the elevator and turns around to see a grinning Abby. "'Til death do them part," she giggles. Carter sniffs that those two miserable souls deserve each other. Oh, Carter. If you'd just stop opening your mouth... Carter invites Abby to dinner, but she declines as cagily as she possibly can. "I have a thing," she says. "What thing?" he asks. "I'm meeting someone," she says. The look in his toes implores her to continue. "My AA sponsor," she finally admits. Carter's toes open wide as saucers. "When did this happen?" he chokes. "I just decided maybe it was time to...say hello," she hedges. Carter has the gall to look miffed and superior. God, there's no pleasing some people.