Episode Report Card Heathen: B | 3 USERS: A YOU GRADE IT A Simple Twist of Fate
By Heathen | Season 8 | Episode 14 | Aired on 02.06.2002
It's Luka! Dr. Luka "Hot Hot Hot" Kovac! He came back for me! This is almost enough to make me recommit to religion. Luka surveys the crowded ER and bemusedly wonders why Susan didn't call for backup. "What do you think you are?" she snarks. "Clear the rack, I'll take the fast-tracks," she orders. Luka watches Susan's silence with interest. "'Please,'" he suggests. Susan doesn't get it, so Luka points out that he flew all night and that technically this should be a day off, and that he's the perfect example of why testosterone exists. "Flying all night was your choice," Susan says. "And it's not my fault you answered your phone." Kudos to the forums for pointing out that Susan parrots Weaver almost to the word ("All night was your choice"). One night of hectic patient madness, and Susan's become a management drone. Luka's new spiky haircut finds this amusing.
Abby corrals Susan in the hall to ask if Joyce's broken cheekbone merits some attention. Susan sends her in Luka's direction. Perplexed, Abby shifts her gaze to the reception desk; the sight of Luka brings a tiny smile to her lips. She picks up speed. "You're back!" she grins. "I was getting worried. I thought I'd at least get a postcard." Luka chuckles, "You need to get email." Yes, that mystical "email" that young people use. I'll ignore the lunacy of this detail because the sheer heat from Luka's body has melted me into a puddle of curly hair and sarcasm. As Abby hands him Joyce's x-ray, Luka warmly says it's great to see her. "You too," she replies, clearly juiced. She basks in the glow of having seen this splendid specimen naked, then gives him the bullet on Joyce.
Susan performs a quick and routine exam on Mark, and determines that cranial nerves two through eleven are operating normally. "But not twelve," he clarifies. Susan tries to blow it off as a routine glitch and excuses his "solumedrol" slip-up with a lame coffee joke. Mark abruptly shrugs it off and dons his bravery specs so he can soldier through another day of mediocrity. He grabs an incoming gurney and takes command. The patient is a child with first- and second-degree burns inflicted by the front seatbelt. "You don't put kids in the front seat!" Mark shouts accusingly. Susan flinches at Crabby McJerkpants and his jerky crabulosity. She tactfully suggests that Luka could take over the case, but Mark ignores her and hightails it into Trauma Yellow with his new patient. Susan's all contemplative and sad, mourning the day her Milquetoast curdled.