In the trauma room, Chen frantically tries to thread the guide wire for a thoraseal, but she's struggling. Dave is still administering chest compressions. As Carter leans over to help Chen, something gives, and Paul's blood sprays all over Carter's pants and gown. Chen screams for more O-negative blood and bellows for Weaver again. Suddenly, Carter recalls that she said something about Doc Magoo's. Yeah, dolt, something like, "I'm going to Doc Magoo's."
Abby's pace is really blazing now. "I've been patient," Luka argues. "Right, I know, you're so good and I'm so bad," she childishly retorts. "I put up with a lot, Abby," he continues, as she further brats, "I'm such a mess, and you're so understanding." This has devolved into eighth-grade banter. "I'm sick of it!" he explodes. "Ugh, and I'm such a burden!" Abby mocks. "Why don't you just break up with me?" Luka shakes his head and suggests that she's gunning for exactly that. It occurs to me that Abby's behavior in the bar, her run-for-Carter attitude, and her childish petulance are her way of trying to hurt him first, so that when he inevitably wakes up and wants to dump her, she can convince herself it won't ache. I'm sure that's been observed, but it's new insight for me and I'm happy with it. That fact also makes her more sympathetic to me, because that kind of crippling insecurity is painful. "If I'm such a horrible person, how could you possibly want to be with me?" she shouts, throwing up her arms. "I don't know how to be with you!" he cries. "I don't know how to help you!" Abby rants that she doesn't want help, or pity, or a savior. "Okay," Luka says, stopping. "I give up." Abby cocks her head. "What does that mean?" she asks. When he doesn't answer immediately, she irritatedly repeats, "What does that mean, what does that mean?" Luka screams, "I'm done! I'm done! Carter can have you!" Game, set, and match to the Croatian sensation. Abby and Luka stop walking and stare at each other. For some reason, Abby is genuinely startled that he called her bluff. "Okay," she finally breathes, awkwardly touching her hair. "Okay." She walks away. Luka starts to follow, but is too drained, and lets her leave.
Chen's gotten the catheter in place, but the chest compressions on Paul have only yielded a weak pulse. The plasma arrives, and they prepare to run it in, but still argue about whether to open him up. Malucci, classy in times of stress, barks, "Are we cracking him, or not?" Nice. Chen counters that they can't, because his blood won't clot and he'll exsanguinate. "He already has," Malucci notes. Desperately, Chen begs Carter to get Weaver immediately -- and not from yet another unanswered page. She refuses to cut Paul open without Weaver there, so Carter tears off his soiled gloves and bolts for the exit. His red-stained gown still stuck to his clothes, Carter takes off down the hallway. That seems highly irresponsible, given the immense number of people crammed in the hallway who could bear witness to the mayhem or touch the bloodied gown, but Carter is a man in search of his back-pain subplot and dammit, he's going to get there if it kills him. He rips off the gown and trashes it. "Slow down, Doogie!" shouts his old nemesis, the groupie. Hee! Wouldn't Neil Patrick Harris be a spectacular cameo on this show? It's not like he's too busy or anything.