In the ambulance bay, Mrs. May quaveringly describes May to a phalanx of reporters and TV cameras, and begs whoever has May to return her safely. Lisa watches, smoking and hugging herself and looking very very sad indeed. Luka comes out and tells her she should have her coat on. Without looking at him, she says she's okay. Luka asks her to come back inside, and she shakes her head no. Luka tries to entice her by suggesting that she help him "cast the twins who rode their stairs down the basement steps." Well, the best twins I can think of to cast for that role would be those irrepressible Olsen twins! Unless he means they need to put casts on the twins in question. Because that's different. Lisa tersely says, "You should get someone else." "I want you," he says simply. Is this the meta-statement about their relationship, and his feelings for her, that we've all been waiting for? Because it works for me. Fine. I am a Lisa/Luka 'shipper. I have been all along! HA HA HA HA HA! I said I wasn't, but I TOTALLY WAS! HA! SUCKERS! Oh, but this is a sad scene. Ahem. Right. Lisa looks down, chewing her lip, and politely asks him to leave her alone. Luka takes another step closer to her and leans his head against hers, saying, "I can't do that." See? COME ON. I knew it all along. Lisa sighs, "I lost that woman's baby." "No, you didn't," he says. "Yes, I did," she insists, and he repeats that she didn't. She looks like she's just barely holding back tears.
Dr. Dave looks at an x-ray while, in the next room, a man angrily berates Mr. Midnight. Dr. Dave watches the exchange for a moment, and then comes in to ask, fairly neutrally, how they're doing. Mr. Midnight Sr. asks whether Dr. Dave's a nurse; Dr. Dave corrects him that he's a doctor, and Mr. Midnight Sr. demands, "You Greene?" Dr. Dave introduces himself, and Mr. Midnight Sr. complains that he was told to speak with Dr. Greene. Dr. Dave says that he was assisting Mark. Mr. Midnight Sr.'s all, whatever, is he going to be okay? Dr. Dave says that Mr. Midnight dislocated his hand, but that he'll be fine. Mr. Midnight Sr. smacks Mr. Midnight on the back of his skull and snaps, "What about his head?" Dr. Dave watches the blow, and...okay. Fine. Uncle. I like Dr. Dave, too. They snuck him up on me. They gave him the story lines that would leave Noah Wyle ass-deep in smirks and chuckles. Erik Palladino makes them work. He's somehow managed to eke a character out of a sum total of about thirty-seven lines this whole damn season. He's good, okay? HE'S GOOD. He's certainly not phoning it in the way Edwards is. And Erik Palladino does a very good job watching Mr. Midnight Sr. strike his son's head, absorbing the moment with his eyes, and then fixing Mr. Midnight Sr. in place with his gaze and quietly saying, "He didn't injure his head." Mr. Midnight Sr.'s all belligerent, "Oh, no? Jumping around in a costume like an idiot? Seems like a sign of brain damage if you ask me." Mr. Midnight scowls. Dr. Dave asks Mr. Midnight Sr. if they may speak in the hall. As they move toward the door, Mr. Midnight Sr. barks at Mr. Midnight to get his stuff together, since they'll be leaving immediately afterward.