In the lounge, Susan sighs that she can't seem to avoid stumbling onto people's secrets today. "Luka and the UTI mom?" Abby says, aghast but also a tad tickled. "Yeah!" Susan giggles. "Is this kind of thing normal in Croatia?" Abby snickers that they call it "alternative medicine" over there, because foreign countries are funny and crazy and uncivil because they're all different from us. Susan tries to keep her mirth in check, since technically, Luka just nailed a patient's mother, and that's going a little above and beyond the traditional bedside manner requirement. Hee, I just about made myself puke imagining what it would've been like if Mark Greene had been handed this storyline. There are two words for that: "Ew" and "EW." And also, "As if." Abby wants to know where Susan found them; apparently, it was a storage closet in Radiology. "So strange," chortles Abby. "Neurology's so much more cozy." Susan cracks up at the idea of Abby and Luka humping and pumping their way through the hospital. "We stuck to beds, mostly," Abby smirks. Susan decides that Abby should talk to him about it, since they're better acquainted, but Abby begs off, giggling that Susan's the one who found him and so Susan should be the one to spank the sin out of him. Um...I mean, "confront him."

Carter asks if they've gotten the labs back on Felix yet. He's at the front desk with Gallant, who answers that the eye doctor can't give a good assessment of ocular damage until they've pinpointed the cause of Felix's blindness. Abby offers that Felix had no discernible blood-alcohol level, then offers to pick up coffee for everyone. Carter curtly refuses this offer, still in a bitter funk over Abby's recent descent from the wagon. This doesn't go unnoticed by Abby, who nevertheless exits quietly.

Felix's toxicology tests came back negative, which confounds Carter. Gallant gingerly points out that Quinine, an anti-Malaria drug, is readily available to servicemen and might not show up in the hospital's tox screen. Pratt listens with interest, because again, he's there. Still trying to scare up some action. I think he's in love with Gallant. Carter observes that Felix would've had to ingest an awful lot of Quinine to have such a negative reaction. "I know," Gallant answers quietly, grimly. Carter seems to digest the implication that it was deliberate. Pratt offers to talk to Felix, which is a splendid idea given what a complete pricky doofus he is. Carter senses that this is personal for Gallant, and orders Pratt to let Gallant handle it. Pratt looks put-out, then quickly covers. "Give it your best shot, Mikey," he says, the picture of jocularity. He laughs. But he only laughs because he loves.