At some point, he must have picked Keith up too, because in the next scene, we see Dan squealing into Emergency with his brother in the passenger seat. Dan hops out of the car and grabs Lucas from the back seat; he carries him into the hospital, screaming, "I need a doctor! My brother's in the car, he needs some help." The doctors and nurses are there with a gurney. One of them says, "What happened?" Dan replies, "Car accident!" He lies Luke down on the bed: "He was at the point of impact." The doctor doesn't even examine him. He yells something about a chest tube and cross-typing blood. Then he says, "He's going to need surgery." Dan says, "Do whatever you need to do, doc." And again, the Emergency doctor hasn't even examined Lucas. How in the hell would he know that he needs surgery? "He's a minor?" Dan answers yes. The doctor says, "You're his legal guardian?" Dan says quietly, "He's my son." And all that's just for Dan to admit that Luke's his kid? The doctors roll Luke away into his magical surgery for the magical injuries no one even knows the true extent of yet, and Dan stands at the end of the long hallway, staring down at his flesh and blood. Does no one on the writing staff actually watch ER? Don't they know how this stuff's supposed to be done?
Karen arrives home from Italy looking hot, hot, hot with a new haircut and a beautiful scarf around her neck. She looks around for Keith and Lucas, but doesn't see either of them.
A second emergency doctor examines Keith's head, tells him that he's got a concussion but he'll be fine. The doctor asks, "How much have you had to drink today?" Oh, brother -- you're telling me one beer, one freaking beer, was the cause of that accident and not the huge pieces of metal falling from the sky? Please. How silly is this episode? Really?