When You're Smiling Casualty

Whoa!

Connor, come back and put your helmet on!

Connor! You come back here and put your helmet on!

Never cycle without your helmet, you got that?

We need to look after each other, that's the deal now.

OK?

Remember to wait at the main road!

Connor.

Connor, slow down!

S'cuse me.

Dad!

We're going to be late!

Just got to make a call.

Have you got a tummy ache?

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Be brave and it will be OK.

Be a brave boy for me?

Tell them where we are.

PHONE RINGS

'Which emergency service?'

Ambulance.

Where's my phone charger?

I don't know. Did you leave it in your room?

Bloody hell!

Hey.

We're going to be OK, you know.

You and me.

Yeah... See you later.

# Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag... #

GRUNTING

3009 to Holby ED.

En route to you with a 35-year-old male, GCS 14, abdominal stab wound.

ETA 15 minutes.

All right, young man, you want to jump in with us?

Is he going to be OK?

Yeah, he's going to be fine.

Can you sit there for me, love?

OK, I need some space in here. We've got a stabbing coming through.

So, go.

So, young lad nicked a car, crashed into Sally. School-run mum.

She came off worse. Bullseyed the windscreen.

-Ooh, nasty.

-No justice, eh?

What did the primary survey show?

It's all right, we've got it under control.

C-Spine, chest and pelvis?

Is this Bring a Stupid Question to Work Day?

Mind if I stick around?

Er, Zoe, can we get him up to the wards, let Orthos see him up there.

Nick, mind if we step outside?

OK, why are you breathing down my neck?

-I'm interested in your work, that's all.

-If this is about Harry Reynolds,

-I did nothing wrong. The fracture was stable.

-I've got the notes, I'm going through them.

-What?

-I don't have time for mind games, what's going on?

-I've also asked for your notes for the last six months.

Is this a witch hunt?

I take absolutely no pleasure in getting flak for your behaviour!

You're on my team. You're letting us down.

And that is not a situation I will allow to continue.

Do you understand?

We're fine in here. I want you in CDU.

I've done nothing wrong.

MUSIC PLAYS SOFTLY

PHONE RINGS

Better than the older ones. They were unstable, volatile,

looked like they'd been bashed about a bit, like.

Morning.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Can you just grab a seat for me, please, young man?

OK. This is Paul Reaney, 35, appears to have been stabbed with a kitchen knife in the abdomen,

tachy at 128, systolic at 110.

OK, Paul, we're just going to move you to another bed, love.

Dr Lyons, can we get a second access line in, please? And send off the usual bloods,

cross match for four units. I'll do the primary survey.

-Paul, can you hear me?

-Yep.

-Looks like his resps are up.

-Just open your mouth for me.

Good. Can you tell me what happened?

I don't know. It hurts.

Trachea mid-line. Right, just going to have a little listen to your chest.

Yeah, that all sounds clear.

OK, there's a 2cm stab wound to the left costal region,

blood oozing at the site,

rest of the belly doesn't feel too tender.

Let's turn him over, so I can have a look at his back.

Can someone get X-ray in, please?

-Dad!

-Hey, mate. Don't worry. I'll be OK.

-Get him out, please.

-Right.

-We need to get hold of a next of kin.

-Call Annie. Connor's got my phone.

All right, Paul. Take it easy.

-Can you take over from me?

-Yeah.

Come with me, big man.

What are you doing to him?

I'll tell you on the way.

PHONE RINGS

Here, Mads. This is Connor.

Connor's dad's had a wee accident, but he'll be all right.

So if I go back into that room and take a look after him,

-you're all right to look after the big man?

-Uh, yeah, sure.

Hi, Connor. I'm Mads. How old are you?

-Going to be eight.

-Eight! So grown up.

OK, I would like a lemonade from the machine over there

and maybe, just maybe, you can get one for yourself.

-Good boy.

-All right, good lad.

We need to get in contact with an Annie.

Apparently, the kid has the number.

OK. I can do that.

You seem better.

The hard part's done, just... The police will do the rest.

It's fine. All over.

Let's not mention it again.

I need to phone someone to tell them that you're here.

-Shall I call your mum?

-She won't be there.

-She doesn't answer her phone any more.

-Oh. OK. Why not?

I'm very brave.

-I'm sure you are.

-You should try my Auntie Annie.

-Your auntie?

-Her number's in here.

-Great.

Systolic 134 now and his tachycardia has come back down.

-Looks like he's stabilised.

-Good. That's good news, it means you're out of immediate danger.

The stabbing doesn't seem to have compromised any major structures.

-Do you want me to fetch your son in now?

-Can it wait till I'm a bit more presentable?

-Yeah, sure.

Don't tell him I'm going to theatre. Just say I'm having a sleep.

He lost his mum last year. He's been through a lot.

So there's these three blokes going on a stag do,

-a big one, a small one and one with a limp.

-Uh-uh.

You already told us this one last night.

Wasn't funny then.

No, this is a different one...

Guys, you seen Mads and that little kid?

Yep, they went that way.

So the big one decides that they need to take an Ordnance Survey map with them

so they don't get lost...

Is this the one about the peanut butter and the binoculars?

-Oh, go on, tell the rest, I love that joke!

-Nah.

What's the problem?

What, can I not even join in a joke now, just because...

Well, it's just inappropriate, you know, in front of a lady.

I don't count, cos apparently, I'm not a lady.

-No, no, no, it's not that, it's to do with...

-With what?

With the fact that we all know that your husband used to beat you up.

Yeah... Yeah, he did.

I know it's a juicy bit of gossip and you're all going to want to talk about it...

-Not at all.

-I don't blame you. I'd do exactly the same.

You lot are meant to be my mates, so, yeah, talk about it,

but please, don't be awkward with me.

Of course we won't.

Come on, no-one's got a problem with that, have they?

Come here.

Can we leave the team bonding until the next pointless paintballing day, please,

-and get back on with some work? Shouldn't you be in CDU?

-Yup.

Hey, well done.

-I thought you handled that brilliantly.

-Thank you.

All I want to do is get back to normal.

Listen, I'm sorry about the other day.

Yeah, I know. Me too. Shall we start again?

OK. Hey, look, I've been banished to CDU for the day,

why don't you come and work with me?

Like we used to. Hm?

-Partners?

-Yeah, OK.

-Partners?

-Yeah.

Yeah, I took some time off for personal reasons, but...

I'd be more that happy to send a CV or come down for an interview.

..Great...

KNOCK AT DOOR

..OK, thanks a lot, I'll see you then.

KNOCKING CONTINUES

Mr Berkely?

What's all this, Matthew?

I've got three interviews next week.

That's good, that's good, man.

Where were you last Friday?

-Last Friday?

-Mm.

Give me a sec.

This is Jenny Jones. She's 14.

She was taken to the park the other day by a nice man who bought her cigarettes and vodka.

She was assaulted, Matthew...

..and her attacker matches your description.

Well, it wasn't me.

So where were you on Friday?

I can tell you, I'll tell you. Hang on.

The probation officer told me to keep a paper trail.

Friday, Friday, Friday.

Here we go.

9.15 newsagents, 10.20 supermarket,

11.30 back to the newsagents, 11.52 back to the supermarket.

I've got them mostly every half hour.

And the bits in-between, I should be on CCTV,

either at the front of the flat or the bank on the high street.

You don't, you don't...

It's a very strange life you lead.

Matthew, I hope we won't be seeing each other any time soon.

Wait, please! Wait!

Everything's changed. I've changed!

You don't have to worry about me any more.

Romeo Hotel Sierra Zero to Control.

Ambulance required at the Coppice Estate.

MUSIC PLAYS

-That's a lovely sight.

-Hmm. Reminds me of the wallpaper

my Aunt Didi had in her bedroom.

-Interesting lady.

-She was. Very artistic.

-Shame we never met.

-She'd have gobbled you up.

-Is that so?

-She had terrible taste in men.

Right, er, we don't want this infection to spread,

so let's give him some Ibuprofen and let's add Fluclox 500mg QDS.

I shall go and see what other joys CDU has in store for us

and we'll meet up in... I don't know...

seven minutes, for another free and frank exchange of views.

-Hurt himself while helping you with enquiries, did he?

-Don't be clever.

Just sort him out, will you?

All right, let's have a look at you.

Oh, hello. We've met before, haven't we?

-Matthew, can you look at me, mate?

-We'll get some saline up and take him in.

To Holby City?

-Yeah, why, is that a problem?

-No.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

Oh, that looks nasty. What happened?

-You won't believe me.

-Why not?

-I walked into a wall.

Can you follow the end of my finger with your eyes, please?

It's ridiculous, isn't it? Like Laurel and Hardy,

-except they always manage to do it without spilling quite as much blood.

-And relax, thank you.

-Has this sort of thing ever happened to you before?

-No!

First time for everything.

OK, Donna, have you felt ill at all recently?

Or nauseous?

Dizzy, perhaps?

No? Are you on any medication at the moment?

What's wrong?

Oh, it's bad timing, that's all. I'm going on an adventure holiday

and I could do without a bump on my head.

How's the backlog, Dr Trueman?

Relishing taking a break from the thrills and spills of acute medicine, thanks for asking.

Good. Glad to see you're keeping out of mischief.

All right, Donna. We're going to keep you under observation

for a little while to check for the concussion,

but I'm sure you'll be out of here in no time.

I shall leave you in the capable hands of Staff Nurse Clements.

OK, this is Matthew Haddon, 26. GCS of 14.

Collapsed and fell down the stairs,

he has a laceration to his right cheek.

Hypotensive at scene, was systolic at 95.

Improved after 500 mls of saline.

BP's 102 over 58, pulse is 104,

resps 18, sats 98. OK, let's get him over, please.

There we go.

I've treated you before, Matthew.

-I want to see Dr Trueman.

-You're stuck with us.

Nothing to fear. I've only had six espressos this morning.

You've had a fall, and your blood pressure is a bit low,

-have you been feeling unwell recently?

-Not really.

A most underrated drug, caffeine, should be Class A, class B at the very least.

-I want to be treated by Dr Trueman.

-I'd like Beyonce to give me a booty call, but it won't happen.

-Any tightness in the chest, any pain on passing water?

-No. No.

-Any allergies?

-Not really.

You have to help us, we need to find out the cause of your collapse.

Not until I speak to Dr Trueman.

MUSIC PLAYS

-How are we doing?

-We're having a lovely time.

Just can't shut him up.

OK, now, listen, you need... Excuse me. Hello? Hello.

You might want to change your tattooist.

This is a course of antibiotics,

there's also some pain relief. Make sure you follow it. All right.

You're welcome.

Er, sir. Excuse me. Hello, hello.

Don't forget your medication and don't forget to take it.

Bye now! Come and see us again soon.

There's a patient asking for you in resus.

What can I say? I'm a popular guy.

It's Matthew Haddon.

Er, Kirsty, can you hang in here, sort out Ms Sumpter, please?

-He likes you.

-Who?

It's complicated.

If you get the chance, you should go for it.

Life's too short to mess about.

Are you an agony aunt or something?

No. Just jealous.

Oh, really?!

If you like him that much, you're welcome to have a try.

I don't think that's a very good idea.

-Why?

-It's complicated.

He wants to be treated by you, because you're his special friend.

That's fine by me, I wasn't doing anything else.

Hello, Matthew. OK, shall I take him off your hands?

Be my guest.

-Great, Tess, where are we at?

-He's come in with a low BP,

collapse query cause. He fell down the stairs.

-All his X-rays are fine and we've cleared his neck.

-Are the bloods back in?

-We're still waiting.

-Good.

-Good?

Great, thank you, Tess.

We don't want any more security issues,

so I'm going to take him through to HDC. I'll review him there.

Have you said anything about the pills?

Do you think I'll need some more? I finished them all.

-You fi...

-Do you need a hand there?

-We're fine. Everything under control.

-I'll help you anyway,

because I can't stop giving today, for some reason.

OK, what's your name, darling? I'm Kirsty.

Matthew. Matthew Haddon.

-What brings you here today, Matthew?

-Matthew's feeling shy today.

He had a vaso-vagal episode, low BP, I'm still trying to get to the underlying cause,

but ECG is fine and everything's under control. So, thanks, but...

we really don't really need any help.

OK, thought you wanted me to work with you today.

MACHINE BLEEPS

-BM's 3.

-Er, yeah, that's OK.

He just needs, 30 of 50% dextrose and some Gelli.

OK, do you want me to draw that up?

-No, it's fine, I'll sort it.

-I'm really cold.

If you really want to help, you can grab me some blankets.

-OK.

-Thank you.

Matthew, do you want to tell us what the hell is going on here?

When did you finish the prescription?

I don't know. A week ago.

A... I gave you enough for 90 days!

Well, I doubled the dose to make sure they worked.

Well, now we know why you collapsed.

But I'm cured!

HE SIGHS

-P?

-No!

-S?

-Uh-uh.

-Oh!

Is my dad going to die?

No, no, no, no, sweetheart. He'll be fine.

-He'll be fine.

-Yeah.

And we've left a message for your auntie.

You've got one guess left.

Right, erm... U?

-You're dead!

-Ah, you won! What was it?

Oh! Interesting choice.

Very, er, biblical.

Your... Your go. You choose one.

Right.

They keep coming through the door for Dad.

Why would someone send him that?

I think people at work are angry with him.

Um, what does your father do?

-You won't show him, will you?

-No, no.

He cries when I'm asleep.

We have to get our stories straight.

-Do you know what I did today?

-If anyone asks what happened to you...

-I stood near a playground...

-What?

-..and watched the children.

What did you do?

Nothing! Absolutely nothing. You've cured me.

The pills are not a cure.

They just suppress the urges. They don't change who you are.

I'll need some more then.

One step at a time.

When will you let me have some more?

It doesn't work like that! You have to stick to the regime!

One tablet, twice a day, they're not sweets, you have to be careful!

Who has to be careful?

Er, thank you, Staff Nurse Clements.

Well, his BP is stable.

Looks like the Dextrose and the Gelofosine have done the trick.

Why've you given him Hydrocortisone?

-Are we back at med school now?

-Excuse me?

His potassium was high, his sodium was low,

he was mildly acidotic and is responding to the Hydrocortisone. Is there a problem?

Can we have a word?

What's going on? You're the one who wanted us to work together,

but you're being shifty and evasive. One minute, we're good,

-and the next, you're hiding your patient.

-We are good!

-Pushing me away.

-We're good. I...

I've treated him before. He's a little sensitive.

-I thought it'd be best if I dealt with him on my own.

-Did you?

-Yeah.

And besides, I thought you were in CDU covering for me.

You're trying to get rid of me.

-Now you're just being paranoid.

-What?

Kirsty, unless you have something sensible to say,

I really need to get back to treating my patient.

OK, Matthew, here's what we need to say.

-You came in because you had an allergic reaction.

-Is that not what happened?

-No.

You collapsed because you took too many Draxatel and didn't taper your withdrawal.

These are powerful drugs, you can't mess around with the dose.

When will you let me have some more?

I have to have some more. They've set me free.

First thing we need to do is organise a transfer to the wards,

and once we've done that, we can talk about where we go from here.

The results for you.

What is it?

Your liver has reacted adversely to the Draxatel.

Your enzymes have skyrocketed.

-You can't take it again.

-What do you mean? I have to have those pills.

You have no choice. The liver damage will kill you if you take the pills again.

I can't go back out there.

I'm not safe!

Where are you going?

I need to talk to the bed manager, we need to get you out of here.

Don't move.

Can I go home now, please?

-I don't mean to be a pain, but can I?

-Donna...

did you really walk into a wall?

I told you. I'd just done a climb. I wasn't looking where I was going...

People our age don't just bump into things for no good reason.

-It was an accident.

-And have you had any other accidents recently?

-Fallen downstairs?

-Can I go home now, please?

No. No, I'm sorry.

I think you need a head scan.

-That's not what the doctor said.

-Yeah, well...

I think we should check with another doctor.

So, we've narrowed it down.

There are three Paul Reaneys in the Holby area.

There's a builder, a lawyer and an accountant.

Which of them do you reckon is most likely to get stabbed in his line of work?

Definitely the builder. The prices they charge!

Oh, Noel, have you seen Dr Hanna?

Afraid not. You couldn't do me a favour, could you?

Same old problem, I'm afraid.

None of us can read Dr Trueman's handwriting.

-OK, um... Don't worry. I'll sort this.

-Cheers.

Donna!

Where are you going? Donna!

I hate hospitals.

What are you running away from?

What is it? Please, tell me.

You're so kind. I hope I have you every time.

Every time?

I thought it was just an accident.

It's called HERNS.

Hereditary Endotheliopathy with Retinopathy, Nephropathy and Stroke.

It killed my mother and my sister.

Hi, is that the CT department?

Can I sit next to you? I'm on a treasure hunt.

There's five bags. I've got three already.

Do you want to help me look for the rest?

-You're just like me.

-Am I?

Yeah. Look.

I fell off my bike the other day. Grazed my chin too.

What happened to you?

I fell over too.

I'm always falling over,

don't know what Dad will say when he sees me with all these bandages!

Don't be sad.

You'll feel better soon.

-Have you had a diagnosis?

-I never needed one.

I assumed I'd get it, so...

I pretended I was superwoman, dashing about, cramming things in,

drinking to the bottom of every glass.

But lately, I'd started to think I'd got away with it.

Started planning a future.

There's this man...

I've never allowed anyone to get involved, but...

He's so lovely... I'd begun to think I had a chance.

Maybe you do.

You're such a sweet girl.

If you haven't even had a diagnosis.

It affects the inner lining of the blood vessels in the brain, the retina, the kidneys.

So the vision loss is a pretty big indicator.

Let me get a doctor.

There's nothing they can do. It's incurable.

If you have it. But if you haven't...

Isn't that worth finding out?

Then at least you'd know.

-Connor's auntie's on her way.

-Thank goodness.

-And we might know why his dad got stabbed.

-How?

-Well, I have an IQ of 150.

-No, you haven't!

Yes, I have. I did it online. I've got a certificate to prove it.

-But why was he stabbed?

-Ah, well, that's a bit juicy. Right...

I did some detective work.

Paul Reaney's a lawyer, and he's not always on the side of the angels.

No. He got a boozed-up rich kid off a drink-drive case a month ago.

Oh, my God.

See, that's why I couldn't be a lawyer.

-It would sit on my conscience.

-Oh, is that the only reason?

Nothing to do with the qualifications?

You come up against a clever lawyer and you don't have a chance.

-Why not?

-Well, they twist the truth, you know.

They attack your character, they call you a criminal...

The next thing you know, night is day, day is night,

the world's upside down and a guilty man walks away

-because he can afford a better legal team than you or I.

-I'm sure that's not how it works.

Even if you've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar,

a decent barrister will always find a loophole to wriggle through.

-That's not fair.

-Fair?

Who ever told you the legal system in this country was fair?

-What did I say?

-I don't know.

All right, just let me know if that changes. Thank you.

Where have you been?

-Trying to find a bed for my patient.

-Matthew Haddon's notes.

-Where did you get that?

Anaphylaxis! Do you think I'm an idiot?

-Matthew had an allergic reaction.

-No.

No way! He had no angio-oedema, no urticaria, no respiratory distress.

What are you hiding?

Look, Kirsty, just...

..trust me. Please.

-Mads?

-Yeah?

-Have you seen Matthew Haddon?

-Who?

-Six foot, brown hair, was in HDC.

-Er, was he the man talking to Connor over there?

-Er, Connor? Who's Connor?

-My seven-year-old boyfriend.

Why is everyone so worried?

Matthew Haddon's a paedophile.

-Jay?

-Yeah?

-Have you seen Connor?

-Not recently. Why?

-What's going on?

-Erm...

-You said he was being looked after!

Mr Reaney! Stay where you are, please!

No, don't, don't! BEEPING

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

-Jay.

-OK, let's get a second line back in here.

-Oh..

He's dropped his pressure, systolic 88,

heart rate up again to 122, resps are 33.

OK. Wayne! When the second line's back in, hang blood on both lines

and put them through an infuser. And, Tash, could you please page Mr Jordan?

Also ring theatre, tell them we might have a possible rebleed.

Definite rebleed, we need him up there now!

Connor, son? Are you in here?

Er... No.

-No.

-Come on.

-Paul, just try and relax, please.

-Theatre's ready.

-Right, Mr Jordan, his peripheries are now cold.

-Thanks, Jay.

-I think he's going into shock.

-Right, Paul, lie still for us.

-Where is he?

-Paul! Lie still!

-Should we sedate him?

-No. Look, Paul...

Paul! Lie still for us! Your spleen is bleeding, we need to treat you!

Please get him up, quickly, guys.

I'm going to go up with him, OK?

This door's locked! They've got to be in here.

Let's not overreact. We don't know if he's taken the boy.

Come on, open this door!

Matthew, this is Adam. Are you in there?

OK. You need to think very carefully about what you're doing!

I know this is a difficult time for you. But you have to believe me, I can help you.

Enough of this woolly liberal nonsense, all right?

On me. Three, two, one!

-You lot are funny. What are you doing?!

-Connor!

Where have you been?!

Your aunt is going to be here any minute,

but until then, young man, you stick with me. Come on!

Adam. Don't keep running away from me.

I need to find my patient.

Kirsty!

Donna Sumpter's results are in.

Your visual acuity is impaired,

there's retinal damage at the back of your eyes.

Your basic bloods, Us and Es, are showing abnormal levels of creatinine.

I can also see a couple of microinfarcts on your brain

from the CT scan.

Now, nothing is absolute.

You still need to have a proper gene test

and a specialist diagnosis, do you understand?

But when I put this together with your family history...

I know.

I've got it.

I'll leave this with you, Kirsty, OK?

Thank you, Dr Hanna.

I'm so sorry.

I'm such an idiot.

I thought I'd be brave when this happened, but I'm not being very brave, am I?

I'll be all right in a minute.

Oh, it's OK.

-You're allowed to be sad.

-No, I'm not.

People are always crying these days...

but there are plenty worse things in the world than this.

Math...

KIRSTY!

Matthew?

Matthew, can you hear me?

He's got a pulse.

Sue! Can you get us a wheelchair in here?

It's not your fault.

What?

Why's he saying it's not your fault?

-Oh, come on, Adam, I'm not stupid!

-Stay with us, Matthew...

Abnormal LFTs, jaundice, low blood pressure,

reluctant to give a history... I've worked with sex offenders before.

What've you given him? Androgen suppressants?

-We need some help in here.

-Adam. Tell me!

-OK. OK!

I gave him some Draxatel. He doubled the dose, then he stopped taking it.

-He's ended up with an Addisonian crisis and liver failure.

-What?!

The operation went very well, Mr Reaney.

The surgeon managed to suture your spleen, and stop the bleed.

-I just want to see Connor.

-Yes. I'm sure you do.

-Mr Jordan?

-Mmm?

-I need a quick word with Mr Reaney, if that's OK?

-Yes. Fine.

I'll pop up and see you later. OK? Excuse me.

This was a revenge attack, wasn't it, because you got the driver off?

Do you make a character assessment of each patient before you treat them?

It's not the same.

We do our jobs. It's not up to us to make moral judgements.

Connor didn't want you to find these.

You tell him that if he's brave, everything will be OK...

so he puts on a happy face,

but he hears you cry at night, nothing makes sense.

This is none of your business.

He stays strong and bad things still happen.

-He's confused.

-I'm protecting him.

It's what parents do.

Connor's a clever boy. He'd prefer the truth.

-Straight through to resus, please.

-Yeah, will do.

Talk to me.

I want to understand.

You want to understand? OK.

That guy is desperate.

He's a time bomb for re-offending. All I did was...bypass the system.

And falsify the notes?

Can I get those back, please?

No!

What? Do you know what you're asking of me?

What a mess.

Yeah, it is, it is... It is a mess and I know it looks bad,

-I know you might not want to trust me right now, Kirsty, but together, we can work this out.

-Together?

What do you mean?

You seriously think I'd have anything to do with this?!

-You tried to play God, Adam!

-What? I had my reasons!

Whatever your reasons, it's not what we do.

And now it's gone wrong for you, so you're lying and covering up and expecting me to help you?!

What, is that so crazy?

I mean, I...I stood by you in the past, I thought we were friends. Maybe more? I don't know.

Oh...

Oh, right, so I owe you, do I?

What? No...

I'm not going to be your accomplice.

So you're going to report me?

What else can I do?

Are you all right?!

Of course I am. Back on my feet in no time!

-Everything's going to be fine.

-I thought he'd killed you!

I tried to be brave.

I've had an operation.

I should be fine.

I miss your mummy...

..very much.

And this hurts like hell.

Ow, hey...

OK. Easy there, easy.

Easy.

CHATTER AND LAUGHTER

NOISES AMPLIFIED ALL AROUND

You look lost.

I think maybe I am.

In my next life, I'd like to be an astronaut.

There must be whole worlds out there for us to find.

Thank you so much.

I didn't do anything.

-I've been fooling myself.

-No-one would blame you for that.

I feel better already.

And I've got a huge list of things I'm going to do before I check out, so don't feel sad about me.

Well, as a health care professional, I would advise strongly

against you doing anything remotely adventurous or dangerous.

I know you would.

And I know you won't take the slightest bit of notice of what I'm saying.

-I'll only do the skydiving.

-Oh...

You go so far above the clouds, it cleans your mind.

You leave everything behind.

And then you jump.

And it all makes sense.

I've always wanted to kiss a beautiful woman.

You've only got one life. Promise me you'll make the most of yours.

Kirsty...

Erm, looks like Matthew's out of danger now, he's stable anyway.

I'm not going to report you.

This isn't who you are.

Well, thank you.

But you need to come clean.

For your own sake.

I know you'll do the right thing.

I never meant things to...

I know.

We never stood a chance.

Where are you going?

I don't know!

Your man Matthew is saying he got hold of some meds on the net.

His own fault, apparently.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Mum! You're embarrassing me.

-I know! Come 'ere!

-Oh!

Are you happy here?

At home, at school?

I guess.

Me neither.

It's time to move on.

-Are you serious?

-What's to stop us?

Tess Bateman?

Oh, my goodness!

Huh!

-Thank you!

-Wow...

Secret admirer?

Well, the only 'K' I know is Kirsty.

There's no other note.

Oh... Gosh, look at these!

MUSIC: "Rolling In The Deep" by Adele

Take this off for me.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

# ..Don't underestimate the things that I can do

# There's a fire starting in my heart

# Reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

# The scars of your love remind me of us

# They keep me thinking that we almost had it all

# The scars of your love They leave me breathless

# I can't help feeling

-# We could have had it all

-You're gonna wish you never had met me

-# Rolling in the deep

-Tears are gonna fall rolling in the deep

# You had my heart and soul in your hand

# And you played it

# To the beat

# Baby, I have no story to be told

# But I've heard one on you and I'm gonna make your head burn

# Think of me in the depths of your despair... #

Woo-ooo!

SHE LAUGHS

Ha-ha-ha! Woo!

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