We follow Abby, who approaches a trauma arriving for Luka. He yells for her to clear CT for the girl, who has what Luka calls a "sub-conj hemorrhage," which, in layman's terms, means she's running around uncontrollably conjugating verbs so that they match their subjects. Ah, grammar. The quiet killer. Elizabeth meets them outside the trauma room. The paramedic explains that the girl lost consciousness at Union Station and has no ID, so she might be a street kid. "Not with those boots," notes Abby. "Expensive jacket, too," Elizabeth seconds. "Maybe she shoplifts," Malik suggests helpfully. The girl has bruises on her face and a particularly nasty red patch underneath her left eye. They wheel her into Trauma Green just as a dorky little guy in a sweater tries to hail Luka. It's Dr. Meyers, his would-be therapist. "I'm sorry, I forgot," Luka says blankly. "Three times? Three missed appointments?" Meyers whines. "I have a bad memory," Luka shrugs. Meyers complains that he looks like an idiot when Luka skips mandatory therapy, and he really, really doesn't want to look any stupider than he already does in his math-geek outfit that his mommy picked out this morning. "I want to help you," Meyers adds. "Prepare for disappointment," Luka scoffs. Meyers orders him to show up during his extended evening office hours. Luka doesn't see the point. "You don't have to see the point. Just show up," Meyers huffs. Luka stares emptily after him. All ambient noise disappears so that we get a shot of pure, unadulterated Croatian honey. "Just show up. That's all I've been doing. Showing up," he voices-over. The picture is of him drifting into Trauma Green; we can't hear anything, but the captioners reveal that the dialogue was of Elizabeth discovering a gold card on the girl's person and guessing that it's stolen. "Time goes by faster at work," Disembodied Luka says. "Treat and street a few lost souls...You're with them when they're most vulnerable, when they're naked, weak, hurt." He wanders into Trauma Yellow, where Carter's patient is retasting the seventeen Jell-O shots she guzzled earlier. "You touch them, look at their bodies, see them more closely than their families, their lovers, but it's mechanical and temporary," Luka voices-over. Good lord, I hope so, or else you're headed for some fun malpractice suits, Luka.