The Hospital of Our Lady of the Divine Grocery-Store Basement. The doctor tells Lou that Miranda's got multiple contusions and teeth marks on her arm and shoulder, with lacerations on her back. But he won't admit she was raped, dismissing her as a messed-up druggie who's constantly in and out of the hospital for reasons real and imagined. She blew a 0.24 -- and then took a breathalyzer. "Rape is a relative term," Dr. Asshole assholes. "Not to me," scowls Lou, defender of the Ruby sex.
Miranda grapples with a nurse who's preventing her from smoking. Lou appears when the nurse leaves, watching as Miranda successfully sparks up a cigarette. "Are you gonna lecture me, too?" she says jumpily. "Tell me you're hipper than that." Lou asks how she feels. "Like I just won the lottery," she sasses, but at about two thousand words per second. She's shaking and quivering and spitting out lines like they're career poison. Which, of course, they are. She fends off all of Lou's attempts at concern, then balks when the nurse returns to photograph her wounds. "We take photos of all our assault victims," the nurse says dully. Miranda refuses to fall into that category, grabbing her stuff and bolting, but not before grabbing whatever medications she can snag from the M.D.