Gallant asks Neela why Carter wants to see him. She confesses that she told the truth, and Gallant throws up his hands. "No one needed to know! That was the point!" he argues. Suddenly, Luis's wife runs out into the hall screaming for help. When they get inside Trauma Yellow, they find Luis in v-tach. "He can't be dying," the woman wails. "This isn't supposed to happen!" Sure it is. All the signs of The Jinx were there: Neela was heaped with praise, the guy had a family, and the wife herself said nice things about him. It adds up. This show performs alchemy -- it can turn anything positive into misery. We fade to black off Neela's devastation for the third consecutive time.

When we return, Neela is frantically performing compressions, but it's been forty-two minutes and Luis is in asystole. She wants to keep trying, but an arriving Weaver calls off the heroic measures and orders them all into the suture room for a little chat. Ooh, now that would've been a good time for her to put on a rubber glove with one of those decisive snaps. When the machines go off, Neela lets out a little gasp. Abby just watches.

Tevin's tests confirmed the sickle cell diagnosis. Again. Daddy DNA stops Luka short of telling him the results of his own test because he knows that it won't affect his health, and for all emotional and nurturing purposes he is the child's father. He explains stuff we don't care about -- they split up for a few weeks, dated, then reunited and she got pregnant and they're happy -- and insists that he doesn't need to know the truth. "I'll tell her that I'm a carrier," he says firmly. "He got it from both of us." And the wife arrives, so Luka leaves them to their lie -- clearly, if the guy gave this speech and really was the father, Luka would've said, "Well, don't worry about it, because you're his father anyway." When Sam asks if Daddy DNA turned out to be the father, Luka says, "Yes," and crumples up the test results that obviously prove he is not. Gingerly, Sam brings up the way she shot down all Luka's suggestions, and apologizes for it. Hey! Growth! I'd forgotten what you look like! "Maybe Mr. Jekyll's wasn't such a bad idea," she concedes. "Mr. Hyde's," Luka laughs. "I just wanted it to be special," she laments. Luka promises that it will be, and tells her to be ready to leave in half an hour. Sam beams.