The MRI technician totally rubs it in that Martin's royally screwed. "Kid thought he had it bad before," he snorts. Pratt looks mortified and storms out in a snit. Elizabeth chases him down to let him know that Larry will be just fine, and that she wants to report back to him about Martin's condition. Pratt tries not to answer, but apparently Larry's been demanding to know. "Complete cervical cord injury with quadriplegia. His neck snapped during intubation," Pratt monotones morosely. Elizabeth is shocked, more so when Pratt admits he's the one who did it. She touches his arm sweetly. "I'm sorry. You okay?" she asks. Oh my GOD. I didn't know they were actually making and marketing the kind of industrial-strength chill pill necessary to take the bitch out of Elizabeth. Pratt lies that he's fine, but he's lying; rattled, he leans against the window and spots Valerie easing herself into a cab.
Naturally, Pratt gives chase, somehow getting downstairs, outside, and next to the cab in roughly three seconds. Valerie has the driver stop and opens her door so that Pratt can help her to her feet. "You all right?" she asks. "Rough day," he downplays. Then he leers at her. "You know, it's been good with you," he intones. "Very good." Val grins and agrees, but her face freezes when Pratt announces that he'd like to come visit when he gets his four days off. "That's sweet," she says emptily. "I'm serious!" Pratt grins. "I'm sure you are, but..." she trails off. Then she patronizes that it's been a blast, but that this was really nothing more than a vacation to her. Pecking Pratt, she hops back into the cab. "Bye, baby," she coos. Pratt can't believe it: that's the second woman to leave him in a cab this season, and both were supposed to be sure things. I guess that goes to show him that the karma police are pretty vigilant.
Luka is in the lounge watching Alex give himself an insulin shot. He's clearly supervising, but there's something creepily...familiar...about the way he's watching while Alex has his shirt rolled up and is poking at his own chest. Sam enters and seems a bit startled, too. "He needed to be reminded [about the shot]," Luka says. Oh, so fatherly. Sam gives Alex his lunch as Luka reveals that he found out about the sutures. "I wanted you to know that I didn't show him how," he says. Ha! Sam admits that she, in fact, taught him. "Didn't think he'd ever try it," she says. Has she met him? Alex pouts mightily when he hears that Sam's trying to get a babysitter to come and take him home. "Eat," she tells him, leaving. Luka follows. "She's wigging out over nothing," Alex whines. Kid, you took a needle to your own skin. You are WEIRD. "Just do what your mother says," Luka lectures him warmly.