Ah, but Eric has already hung up, saying he'll call again in an hour. Abby's not happy about this, and pumps Jerry for details, but he doesn't know any because, for some reason, he's chosen not to make Abby's family life his business. He is lucky to have had this choice. We didn't have that luxury. "Are you the only person in this hospital who doesn't know about my crazy family?" Abby sighs. Jerry doesn't care. Abby distractedly orders Jerry to find her when he calls back -- "Drag me out of the stall if you have to," she insists. "Can I?" he giggles. Rolling her eyes, Abby leaves Maggie a message informing her that Eric called, and asking if she's heard from him too.
Dr. Greg "Biggus" Pratt"us" grabs Abby and introduces her to Andrew, a patient with a sore throat. Romano passes and bitches that Andrew should be gone by now. "I'm still working him up," Pratt explains. Romano shakes his head and throws four charts at Pratt. "I've already got eight," Pratt complains. Romano mercilessly snaps that he'll get four more every fifteen minutes, so Pratt had better start turfing people, "starting with Throat Boy" Pratt is pissed. "[Andrew] has a low-grade fever and adenopathy," Abby offers to try to get Romano to keep him there. "If I wanted a nurse's opinion...well, I don't know what I'd do, because quite frankly, it's never happened," he snaps. Yeah, except for last week, or did the bar patrons beat that memory away? And why were we forced to watch that fiery dung if it's going to be swept under the rug? Romano has the merest hint of a black eye and that's it. Grr. Totally pointless. Romano blows off Andrew's sore throat and demands that Pratt dismiss him.
Then, the weather changes from an ill wind to a gentle one. Romano spies a cute woman with shoulder-length curls and buzzes over to her, stinger most probably en pointe. "Hi, I'm Rocket Romano, head of the ER, and you look a little lost," he says smoothly, and I just worship the idea that he thinks introducing himself as "Rocket" is going to somehow fire up her launchers. "Dr. [Gordana] Horvat," she says in accented English. "You're a doctor?" he brightens. "Surgeon," she explains. "I'm visiting from Croatia." Romano grins that he's a visiting surgeon, too -- neglecting to mention that he's visiting from his high horse -- and invites her for coffee. A delighted Dr. Luka "Slurp" Kovac interrupts. "Hey, have you been here long?" he asks, grinning at Gordana. Romano stiffens a tad -- and not in the way he wanted to -- when he realizes that they're acquainted. And here's a nice little error, or at least I assume: Luka says, "She's here to observe a correction of a congenital heart repair," he says. Now, shouldn't that be "congenital heart defect," or am I missing a really special double meaning to the word "repair" that I'd only know if I'd blown a substantial wad on years of medical school? It's cute that Goran flubbed his line, though he does need a stern spanking for his sin, and I know just the handy recapper to do it. Naughty Goran. Get over my knee. Incidentally, I totally had a dream about him the other night where we were going to hook up, but in my dream, my brain was still analytical and somehow watching the dream and it was going back and forth about how to make this fantasy scenario plausible: did his real-life wife simply not exist, or were they divorced? My brain decided on the former, but the reason why was not convenience or the easy "Hey, moron, this is a dream, do whatever you want," but because the alternative would mean he'd gone through something really painful, and I didn't want that, and also it might mean I was the rebound girl and it would doom our love. Our dream love. Now, what's that all about? Should I be worried about myself?