Day Shift. 9:06 AM. Graphic Of Dude, Next Season, We Could Save Cash By Buying A Tele-strator And Letting Orman and Wells Sit Here And Doodle. Romano lies on a gurney that's parked near the window. He spies an approaching Elizabeth and calls out to her as pleasantly as he ever can. He's supposed to be in pre-op, but got turfed for something that probably pertains to the overcrowding. He tersely requests that Elizabeth write "Not this one, idiot" on his good arm. Her glance is one of the merest tolerance. "Oh, like it doesn't happen," he protests. "I'll be lucky to get out without both legs amputated. I should have you come in with me and stand guard over these gargoyles." As Elizabeth actually does take a marker and start scribbling on his arm, he gazes at her with a more calculated expression and then oh-so-casually says, "You can [watch] if you want to, you know -- if you're bored, or curious." Elizabeth reminds him that she's covering the ER. "They need it more," he martyrs. "I'll scrub in if I can," she promises firmly. Romano stares at her, then reads his arm and testily points out that she forgot to write "Idiot." She sighs and, with a twitch of a smile, repeats that she'll be there for him. "Well, just in case you're not -- 'idiot,'" he prods her. She takes the marker resignedly. If she'd only scribble, "Have a great summer -- stay sweet, don't ever change, BFF," I'd have a renewed respect for her. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" Romano gulps. Elizabeth shrugs that her opinion doesn't count here. "That's a position I would usually advocate, but...now, I'm asking," he says, his voice softening nervously. His eyes are afraid, maybe a little sad. "You're doing the right thing," she avers gently.
A man screams that he's got something in his -- oh, God, it's his...toe...and there's metal in it. Luckily, he's wearing a...toe...patch, so that we don't have to look at it. But this is, for all practical purposes, tomfoolery of the toe, and if there is any graphic display of abuse of any part of the foot, there will be trouble. The guy is a firefighter who was in Magoo's when things exploded. A man yells to Pratt that he should check his daughter's beeping ventilator. I should point out that there is no graphic here to help us decide which shift we are watching, so we have to use our -- gasp -- common sense. This leads to headaches! Whither the Graphic Of Excedrin? WHITHER THE GRAPHIC?!