Episode Report Card Heathen: B | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT If I Should Fall From Grace
By Heathen | Season 8 | Episode 7 | Aired on 11.07.2001
"You did good," Luka tells Neecole, who smiles nervously. "Really? I was so scared," she replies. "You get used to it," he insists. "I don't know," mutters Neecole, removing the surgical specs she'd donned. "You saved his life." Luka hopes so. Neecole decides she has work to do, and leaves; Luka stares after her a second, then walks in the other direction -- and straight into a waiting Abby. "What are you doing?" she barks, unable to believe that Neecole went from supply runner to learning blood pressure to the trauma room. "She's learning!" Luka argues. "To be an aide, not a nurse!" yells Abby, totally affronted that Luka seemed to equate the two positions. Luka thinks Abby just doesn't like Neecole, which is true, but Abby rightly points out that her feelings for the girl are moot in this situation. "It's inappropriate for her to be in a trauma, and you know it," she lays into him. Luka weakly protests that he just asked her to help Neecole. "That's not my job, Luka!" Abby says, exasperated. "Do you even realize what I do in there?" This bewilders Luka. The look on his face is classic: his eyes pop out a bit and he chokes on his words, because obviously, he can't quite articulate exactly what Abby's role would be. He's so very, very busted. He's Aretha Franklin busted. He's Anna Nicole Smith busted.
Benton tells Finch that he'll scrub in, if she'll please page neurosurgery again. Just then, a yobbo whose nice suit can't hide his utter yobbodom enters and serves Big B with some papers. Grimly, he opens the envelope, notes it's from Roger, and reveals to Finch that the Klingons are suing to regain control of their heir.
Gallant trots behind Luka, pestering him with questions about Jeremy's brain injury. A security guard strolls unnoticed behind them, until he wonders aloud whether Jeremy will be okay. "You his father?" Luka asks. No, he's David Hilliker, the man who called 911. David exposits that Jeremy was screwing around with his buddies in the mall; he regurgitates too cheerfully that Jeremy stupidly wasn't wearing a helmet, because helmets seem uncool to kids today, so watch out kids, because skateboards are silent killers, and isn't it twisted that the law doesn't require motorbike riders to wear helmets, and hasn't the advent of Entenmann's non-fat pound cake changed the world as we know it? Or, in more technical terms, "Blah, snore, PSA, whee." While the man blathers, Gallant notices he's walking with a slight limp; David cheerfully explains he twisted it a tad chasing after Jeremy and his evil posse of rapscallions. Luka decides to examine it, and even as David deflects that an ice-pack and some beers will cure what ails him, he lets the good doc escort him to an exam room.
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