Neela and Gallant sit on the curb in the ambulance bay, awaiting a trauma. Neela is frowning about Carter's speech, and whether she's a good fit for the ER. Gallant says that Carter was just trying to motivate her. One of these days, Carter's going to have to learn to teach well -- that, or motivate himself straight back to a permanent gig in Africa. Neela worries that he's right, and that the ER is just too fast and unpredictable for her. Gallant points out that it's a large hospital full of other departments in which she could specialize, but Neela shoots down NICU, obstetrics and gynecology, and pediatrics, and frets that staid research and teaching aren't why she became a doctor. Gallant pretends to ignore her: "Were you talking to me?" She smacks him playfully and he laughs adorably. "This place is so up and down. You learn to ride through the rough days. I did," he insists. "You were probably good from the start," Neela flirts. Gallant shakes his head instantly and credits her with being way smarter than his young, scared self. "You really like it here?" she asks, curiously. "I wouldn't stay if I didn't," Gallant replies. Was that the characters talking, or the actors?
The ambulance unloads Luis Sanchez. He was in the nursing-home van (but he's rather young -- hey, whatever) and he's wailing because he hasn't had any pain medication. The paramedic exposits that Luis fell off a roof in December, and they think it affected his mental status, to the point that his current altered state is probably not due to this collision. Carter ships them off to Trauma Yellow. Neela wants to give Luis pain meds, but his pressure's too low, so they push some saline. She asks if he has any allergies, and Luis can't answer; all he knows is that his wife gives him his pills. "A blue, a green, and three white," he wails. Neela scampers out of the room to call the nursing home for a complete medical history, since she can't exactly go to the lock-up and be like, "Okay, which ones are green...."