In Trauma Yellow, Carter, Pratt, and Gallant work on their military man -- Felix Hernandez. "PERR," Carter says with a giggle. "Pupils Equal, Round, and Reactive." Pratt is arrogantly amused that Carter is trying to learn to speak Jackass, and laughs his jacked ass off. Two of Felix's cohorts enter, worried. We'll call them Mutt and Jeff, for absolutely no good reason. "You okay, man?" they shout at Felix. Carter explains that they're pumping him full of sweet, sweet life-saving juices. Apparently, they were all out late partying last night, because they're on leave. Carter arches an eyebrow and asks if Felix dabbled in a little illegal sauce, like cocaine or ecstasy or scalding chili. "Just beer and bourbon," they shrug. Carter doesn't buy it, and Mutt and Jeff bristle; Carter presses that it seems Felix shows signs of toxins in his bloodstream, and hints that Mutt and Jeff made Felix their prank monkey by spiking his booze. Mutt gets angry. Or maybe it's Jeff. They're the same character. One of them gets really upset at the implication that they jerked a friend around like that, and Gallant tries to calm them down. "Easy, Sergeant," Gallant coos. "We need to be sure." Mutt and Jeff promise they wouldn't do that to a friend. Carter sends them outside to wait while they try to save the unconscious Felix.

Outside the trauma room, Gallant tries for a little male bonding, peppering Mutt and Jeff with questions about their regiment and what action they've seen. I think the theme of this episode is "seeing action," since Pratt was complaining that, on several levels, he's getting no action, and Luka got random action. Nice theme. Next week, maybe the theme can be "good drama." Please? Gallant excitedly offers up the morsel that he's in the Army, all giddy with the ass-slap delightful coincidence of it all. "Medical corps," he says, proudly. "Why are you here?" Mutt asks. "I'm finishing medical school," Gallant smiles. Mutt and Jeff think this sounds weak. "Must be rough," they snark. "We spent the last three months jumping out of Black Hawks on the Pakistani border." Hey, don't shit on Gallant! He saw a guy with a gunshot wound in his eye. That's some madness right there. "Hey, let us know when our buddy's back," Jeff says, as they leave with derisive chuckles at Gallant's expense. Gallant, alone, looks sad that he wasn't all that he could be in front of Mutt and Jeff; he catches the eye of a watching Pratt, who apparently is an office voyeur of the worst kind. Does he have a crush on Gallant? I think he does. I think this is homoerotic surveillance we're witnessing.