Gallant tells Luka that he wants to apply to do emergency medicine. Luka tells him to give those Bad Idea Jeans back to Carter. "Well, the letter wasn't for my rotation -- it was for my residency application," Gallant adds. "I know," Luka says. Gallant is still dumbfounded that he's getting nothing from Luka. I know how this feels.
They're interrupted by the Russian mother, who is crying in unison with her baby. It's not clear why they were in the ER in the first place, since the baby's only current problem is that he bit into the latex udder and swallowed a piece. That'll teach him to mess with udders, a lesson every tot should learn at the earliest convenience. "It's blocking his airway," Luka announces. He lies the baby down and reaches into its mouth with special udder removal equipment. "I'm good at what I do," he voices over, the sounds of the hospital again fading away. "I have certain skills, certain abilities, that come naturally to me." Gallant frantically asks if he can see anything. "It's not about seeing," Luka whispers. "Others would struggle to get through the day, but I wanted more," Disembodied Luka says. "More urgency, more purpose. The medicine was exciting, powerful, alive." He triumphantly pulls out the latex udder shard and everyone is happy again.
Cut to Confessional Luka. "Today we saved a teenager's sight, I saved a child's life...I didn't feel it," he admits emptily. He shrugs, concerned but detached. "Didn't feel anything," he whispers after a pause. I don't think this is telling us anything new. He's been dead inside for a while. We get it. This is what "Hindsight" was all about. Can we have some foresight now, TPTB? Or in my case, just any sight at all out of my still-broken left toe?