Michael follows Curt's gurney and asks Lydia where he's going. Lydia tells him the ICU. Michael asks if he's going to be okay, and Mark says in that annoying tone of false heartiness, "We'll see," and asks what happened. Michael again says he thought he had the car in first gear and says he's not used to driving stick shift. Mark clearly doesn't believe him.
Chen blow-dries her hair in the lounge. A still-damp Carter comes in and refuses her offer of the blow-dryer, and he makes pointed bitchy comments about doctors working together and having a plan of action, and then he flounces out. Huh? Chen doesn't get it either, and she follows him into the hall and asks if he's still bent out of shape about the way she handled the Duffys. He says no. She asks if he's still mad about the practical joke. He says no to that too, but adds that she couldn't admit she screwed up -- she had to hide behind a "silly gag." Chen concedes the point as Carter goes into his O Wise Man routine again, advising her that she'll have a better time of it in the ER if she can just "deal with things honestly." Whatever, Carter. Husky Lad much? Chen thanks him and promises, "No more practical jokes." They shake on it.
Lucy and Valerie's mother hug. Valerie's mother continues to weep as Lucy stalks from the lounge, bites off the words "she said yes" in Romano's direction, and slaps the chart onto the desk. "Hey, Lucy?" Romano says. "I'm sorry." Lucy says nothing, just walks away from him and into Valerie's room, where she sits down by the bed and leans her chin on the railing, looking as though she ate a very very sour Sour Patch Kid.
Carter tricks Chen into thinking her patient ate nails by X-raying himself wearing a shirt with nails taped to it. Like, ha ha. Not.
Carol makes to leave for the day. Kerry crutches past and asks, "So, you made it through the day, huh?" Carol says wearily, "Just about," and Kerry says it's good to have Carol back. I agree -- well, with the exception of the "good" part. And the "Carol" part. And the "back" part. And the -- okay, you get the point. Carol heads out the door and Kerry runs into Dave, who has a shiner, and Cleo. Kerry asks, "Hey. Malucci, what did you do?" Heh. Dave blames it on a "sucker punch" in a bar fight, and when Kerry asks if he has any broken bones, Cleo quips, "Short a few brain cells, but otherwise okay." Oh, lordy -- does the fun ever stop? Kerry tells him to guard with his left next time and crutches away, and Dave sits down on a bed and tells Cleo he went to the sketchy clinic and pretended to have a sore throat, and the guy didn't even look into Dave's mouth, just gave him dipyrone. Cleo observes that the FDA banned that drug twenty years before. Next, Dave says, the guy got out a syringe and a vial of chloramphenicol, which is also bad, evidently, because Cleo says, "You didn't." Dave says no, he didn't take the shot, but rather grabbed the vial and ran, at which point "things got a little violent." Cleo says that it was worth it, and Dave is all proud of himself: "I've got evidence now. They're goin' down." Okay, Frito Bandito. Peter comes up and asks Cleo if she has a minute, and she whacks a gauze pad onto Dave's temple and says, "Sure." Dave winces, and Cleo smiles. Peter again tries to ask Cleo out to dinner, and she pretends she doesn't know that he means just the two of them, and then she needles him, "Peter -- you asking me out?" and makes a weird twitchy motion with her mouth. Note to the inventors: the Cleo 2000 prototype doesn't flirt very well. Peter says, "Yeah," and Cleo stares at him "flirtily" and doesn't answer.