E.R. · Season 12
How is he?
Full of crap, like always.
I meant Alex.
He's okay. He wants to spend some time alone with his dad, so... there's only ten more minutes of visiting hours, so I figure Steve can't screw him up that bad in ten minutes. God knows, I'm sure he'll try.
Alex is a good kid. He'll figure it out.
Goddamnit. That bastard. He couldn't care less about us, but that little boy loves him anyway.
I'm like a bad trailer park version of myself.
I don't want what happened to my family to be the end of my story. I was a good father. I can be a good father again.
And what if it's not what I want?
Why don't you wanna have children with me?
It's not about you. I don't wanna have any more kids. I'm done.
[to Luka] I can't bring your kids back. I have a child of my own, and if it's a choice between you and Alex, I am always going to choose Alex.
Steve's in prison. You don't have to run anymore.
I'm not running. I just don't want what you want.
Where's Ray?
He never came back down from labor and delivery.
He probably stayed upstairs to hit on one of those OB nurses.
[when two snobbish women start mocking Neela on the L] Just ignore them. They're on a bulimia high.
[as they get off the train, one of the women trips and injures her ankle; she screams and limps to a bench with her friend]
Should we help?
No. [Neela goes back anyway and feels the ankle for damage]
Don't- touch- me!
Try not to move. I'm a doctor- you may have broken your ankle
If you're a doctor, I want a second opinion!
Okay. [gets up] Dr. Lockhart, would you care to give a second opinion?
Sure. Your ankle may be broken, and you're a bitch. [they walk away]
My father's been bugging me to visit. I haven't been home in a long time, and I have some vacation time coming up. So I was thinking about making a trip back to Croatia. It will only be for a couple of weeks. Maybe good for us to spend some time apart. Alex and you can hang out, and you know...
I've already started looking for a new place.
A new place?
For me and Alex.
You're moving out?
You just said you think it would be good for us to spend time apart.
That's not what I meant!
I was gonna tell you. I just think that it's... I need to think things out by myself.
Where are you going now?
I'm going to look for an apartment before work.
So what, we don't talk about this?
Never seemed to do us any good before.
Abby, Ray, Neela. No brains, no courage, no heart. All they need is a trip to see the Wizard.
Did I do something wrong in there?
No.
Am I... not handling this patient correctly?
No.
Are you okay?
Sam's moving out.
Oh. Why?
I've got a feeling it's our communication problem.
[nods] Well, if you're not sure... it probably is. [Luka nods] Sorry. Uh, if you want to talk about it-
No. I mean, if I wanted to talk about it, Sam probably wouldn't be moving out.
Thanks, Luka. [Luka gives her a puzzled look] I always thought it was my fault things didn't work out between us [Luka starts to grin] ...but, now I know it was you.
[laughs] Hey- no problem.
What do we do about this new nurse czar Eve something or other?
Peyton. She came in to meet with the Emergency Services Committee and we all loved her.
Is it her job to slow the floor down to a crawl?
I thought that was your job.
My point being. All the nurses are in there, jacking away.
They're entitled to a staff meeting, Morris.
Not unless I say so... [Off Kerry's look] We say so... Not unless Dr. Weaver says so.
That Morris guy, what's he do?
Ah! He's the Chief Resident.
No. Seriously.
Obviously, there is an accute bleeding source.
Well, Dr. Kovač, normally this might be the part where we argue over whether you were hasty in calling me down. I'd question the accuracy and thoroughness of your assessment, and we'd play mind games in a futile attempt to one-up each other. But, you know what? I'm just not in the mood today. Why? I don't know. Lack of sleep, stress- maybe you people have just worn me out. Yet, even then... Dr. Lockhart, what do you see? [pause as Abby looks into the microscope]
Microacidic hypochromic anemia.
And is that an acute condition?
No.
No, it is not... [to Luka, with weary sarcasm] Next time, please consider the innate skills and abilities that I suspect led us all to be doctors- dust them off and put them to use before you summon me? [to the patient] Good luck, dear. [leaves]
[to Luka]... Was it something you said?
I was thinking... I've been thinking. We let things get away from us. We don't have to leave it like that.
Luka...
No. A lot happened fast. Too fast. Maybe we should just take our time. Make sure we know what we're doing. I don't want this to be one more thing I messed up.
We're pretending, Luka. I don't want to pretend anymore.
Aren't you two supposed to keep 50 feet apart or something?
Bite me, Frank.
If you ask me, you're better off without her.
I didn't.
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