Okay, Annabel Gurwitch? Shut up.
Oh, for the love of Pete. Carter comes back to the ER, and Dave continues his tact-free questioning about Kerry's leg; Carter joins the rest of North America in saying, "Go away, Dave," and walks off, and Lucy breezes by, but when Dave tries to ask her something, she snaps, "I'm not talkin' to you." Dave looks miffed as Jeanie answers a radio call for a multi-victim casualty incident; EMS asks how many County can take, and Kerry tells Jeanie they can take two major and eight minor traumas.
[Okay, sidebar before we cut to the next scene. I went to college with a kid named Jesse who, because the kid had a twee little goatee and a pretentious 'tude and wore a lot of turtlenecks, the Biscuit dubbed "Art Boy," and nine years later, we still yell, "Art! Booooy!" at the mention of his name, like when we read in the alumni magazine that one of his ex-girlfriends had gotten married, and I phoned up Ernie and said, "Check out page 23. Damn, I hated that girl," and Ernie said, "Word. Total beeotch. Hey, didn't she used to go out with," and we both howled, "Art! Booooy!" and cracked up, so henceforward, Lucy's patient is now "Art Boy" also. End sidebar.]