Now, in the actual show, this scene appears to be a needlessly unprofessional snitfest about whether Hannah needed traction for her two broken legs, and if so, what kind. But I think we all know what the subtext was. "I'm a bitter, emotionally crippled hag," Abby says. "I'm an oddly boyish-looking prissypants," Carter replies. "You went to Africa without consulting me and now I want to withhold sex," Abby replies. "I love you, or at least, I love who you'd be if you completely changed everything about your personality," Carter says. "You hurt my feelings, but I can't tell you that, because I prefer to speak in subtext or just suck on my cheeks and say nothing," spits Abby. "Well, your brother's insane and he pissed on my grandmother's burial plot and you're completely closed off and unavailable, so fuck off," Carter fires back. "I still would probably nail you, though," Abby allows. "Well, then. Maybe that's okay," Carter answers.
Neela performs an ultrasound on Denise while Pratt hovers over her shoulder. "Morrison's Pouch is between the liver and the right kidney," he whispers. Neela, just so you know, that's not a tongue depressor in his pocket. Chen enters at this moment and stops short, immediately noticing that Pratt has inserted himself into Neela's left ass pocket. "Can I steal a nurse, Susan?" Chen interrupts icily. Pratt turns his head with a smile that's half-sheepish, half-affectionate, and introduces Neela. "Nice to meet you," snaps Chen. Susan's face registers the tension in the room. Pratt turns back to Neela and continues giving a play-by-play on the ultrasound. Chen begins to boil over: "Malik, can you join me?" she barks, exiting. Pratt notices this, but trucks onward with his bizarre seduction. What an ass. I hate Chen and all, but how stupid can one guy be? If you're going to be a prick, be smart about it. Don't hit on someone under your girlfriend's nose. If something happened in the last two weeks -- that monstrously long mysterious two weeks -- to ruin their relationship, then fine, but this random and unexplained asshattery is pretty lame considering he spent all last season wooing her.
In Trauma Green, Carter deadpans to Abby, "I found your present hanging on my locker. Subtle. Very subtle." No kidding. But what's more pathetic is that all the bag had in it was two articles of clothing and two photographs. Clearly Carter was not staking much of a claim.
Denise's pelvis is wrapped in a sheet, with the two loose ends crossed and held taut by Neela -- informal traction for the pelvic fracture. Everyone vacates to accomplish other things, leaving her alone and a little confused, looking around from side to side as if to say, "Uh, now what?" Which...oh, damn. That's the name of the episode. Hang on, I need to wash my hands.
Chen works on the third little girl, who seems to have sustained five rib fractures. "Get help," a passing Susan instructs. She alights at Gallant's curtain and invites him to brief her on Matthew's case. Cheerfully, Gallant announces that there's a scalp laceration, a left wrist fracture, and a bruise from the seatbelt. Susan says, "Rule out an intraperitoneal injury," and it's the weirdest thing -- Sherry Stringfield never stumbles over this stuff, but that line came out like it was Take Thirty and she'd flubbed it too many times or started laughing, and had to force herself to get through the word error-free. Pratt then drops by with Denise's x-rays and Susan sighs. "Call angio. Reserve a room for my pelvis," she instructs someone. I only included that line because...well, you know.