Sanctuary Casualty

"Somewhere Over The Rainbow" PLAYS ON MUSIC BOX

Eyeing up the new talent?

What d'you mean, "new talent"? What?

"New", as in started last week.

"Talent", as in your tongue was hanging out your mouth.

-My tongue was doing nothing of the sort.

-It's nothing to be ashamed of. You're a man.

-Besides, they say a person's reach should exceed their grasp.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Oh, you are so looking.

-Can we save the fun and games until later? Please.

-Morning.

Morning.

Sam Nicholls, Dylan Keogh.

Nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you too.

What the hell are you doing here?

MAN WHISPERS: # All your kisses for me

# Save all your kisses for me. #

Aw, Evie, do you want some more music?

-MUSIC BOX PLAYS

-There we go, darling.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Cath?

HE HUMS TO HIMSELF

-What are you doing here? What's happened?

-You got to run.

-Oh! Hey, you.

-Hey.

-What's this?

-You missed breakfast, I didn't want you to miss lunch as well.

-Oh, wow, Flying Saucers.

-And peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

-With the crusts taken off.

-Just the way you like it.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.

-Making me lunch.

-People will talk.

-Mmm.

-Ahem.

-Ooh, er...morning.

Morning.

OK, Evie's asleep.

She's beautiful.

I know. She's my little miracle.

He found out Chloe's dead.

No.

He's putting feelers out.

Getting rough.

Even for him.

-Not giving us our gear.

-What?

Don't worry, no-one's said anything.

But...it's only a matter of time before someone cracks.

Oh, no.

We all chipped in.

It's not much, but it's enough to get you away.

-When did you get your last fix?

-Don't worry about me. I got to go.

I took three buses and a taxi to get here.

Don't want him to start asking questions.

Wait. I've got an idea.

-'Hi, it's Annie.'

-Annie, how you doing?

-Not good.

-'What's wrong?'

-Er...everything.

-'Have you gone back on the game?'

Just calm down and tell me what's happened.

-I'm not big at keeping secrets.

-I'm not big into exposing my private life.

-I'm capable of discretion, if that's how you want to play it.

-Yes, that is how I want to play it.

-Play what?

-Er...nothing.

-What was all that about?

-Minor professional disagreement.

-About?

It's not important.

It's just a few doses of diamorphine, that's all I'm asking.

I can't do that. Have you talked to your GP?

He'll only give me methadone. Please. You've done it before.

-That was a one-off. What you're asking me to do now...

-I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate.

-Annie...

-Please. I can't... I can't carry on like this.

You're not thinking straight.

We've got someone coming in with severe chest trauma...

-I have to go. Don't do anything. Wait for me, OK?

-Mechanism of injury?

-Unspecified.

-Unspecified?

-That's all I can hear above the screaming.

-OK. Let's get everybody...

-OK, people. Let's get Resus set up.

-Uh!

-My daughter!

Don't just stand there. Help me. This is an emergency! Oh. Oh!

It's her, not me.

Angela, it's OK, there's nothing to be afraid of.

Sweetheart?

We both knew this day was coming.

Angela?

No!

If the care home says you're ready to live in the outside world, then who are we to argue?

Let's start as we mean to go on.

Leave that.

We've got plenty of blankets at home. Nice ones.

Tea time.

-We can have tea when we get home.

-Tea time, now.

When we get home, love.

Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

Hush now. Come on.

Angela, put your hand down.

ANGELA IMITATES ROADWORKS DRILL

If you do that on the bus, people will be laughing. You don't want that, do you?

Everybody picking on you and calling you names.

Remember what that was like?

Awful.

Come on. Oh, be careful.

-ROADWORKS DRILL GETS LOUDER

-It's going to be OK.

I've done your room up, nice and cosy.

Got everything like you had it.

With your red curtains with the pink flowers on.

I found them tucked away in the attic.

-I couldn't find your pink place mat, so I bought you a new one.

-Can't.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Angela!

LORRY HORN BEEPS

SHE SCREAMS

Mum!

SHE HUMS FRETFULLY

CAR HORNS BLARE

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Oh... Thanks so much for this.

Evie's asleep. I don't want to wake her.

-What's this?

-Diazepam. It'll help take the edge off your anxiety.

-What about the diamorphine?

-There's no way I would bring you diamorphine.

-What?

-What?

-How you feeling? Co-codamol help?

-I'm not worried about the pain. I need to get back out.

-Let's see.

OK...

-Argh!

-I'm pretty sure you've fractured your ribs there.

Why don't you just do an X-ray to be sure so I can get out of here?

We don't routinely X-ray for fractured ribs.

So, how'd it happen?

Roller derby practice.

-She's playing in the final tomorrow.

-And I'm not going to miss the game. End of.

I can't fault your enthusiasm, but I doubt that finger will co-operate. Looks broken.

-It's probably just dislocated.

-We'll take an X-ray just to make sure.

-I need to get back out there. And if you won't do it, then I will...

-Whoa!

-No! You can't do that!

Why is your daughter willing to risk deforming her fingers just to play in a roller derby final?

-My mum's going to be there.

-Excuse me.

-Cardiac patient en route. Five minutes.

-Great, thanks.

Let's just see what the X-ray brings back. OK?

This is Janice. 55, near-miss with a lorry. GCS 13.

Sinus tachy and SATs are at 95%.

Heart rate's still a little high at 110. She's on digoxin but she stopped taking that a week ago.

-You'll have to wait outside.

-My mum.

-They're taking good care of her.

OK, Janice, let's get you out, sweetheart.

Where's Linda? Scarlett, could you take care of this lady for me?

Do you want to come and sit down? Just over here.

-Can I have a blanket?

-Yeah, of course you can.

-Would you like a cup of tea while you wait?

-Tea time.

-You didn't bring the diamorphine!

-Have you lied to me?

-Annie!

-You've lied to me!

-I'm sorry.

-She did it for me.

We just need enough to keep Cath level for the journey...

Do you have any idea how much trouble I could get in for just bringing you that?

-I wouldn't have asked if there was any other way.

-I'm sorry.

-No, no!

-I can't get involved.

-No!

Excuse me. Oh, sorry. Didn't mean to startle you. Allow me...

-Do you have a light?

-I don't smoke.

-You visiting someone?

-A friend. Can I have my keys, please?

-Sorry. Where's my manners?

You dealing to my girls?

Are you dealing to my girls?

She's back in sinus rhythm.

Good. Looks like she just needed to be back on her meds.

-How are you feeling?

-What happened?

-You need to take digoxin regularly,

-otherwise a nasty scare can make your heart do a few somersaults.

-I forgot to pick up my prescription.

Been so busy getting ready for my daughter.

-Mum...

-I'm OK.

-Oooh-ooh-ooh. Ooh-ohh-ohh...

-You can stop doing that. I'm fine.

No need to be nervous. Take that off.

We'll send you for a repeat ECG, just to check everything's OK...

-And are you under the care of a cardiologist?

-Yes.

Pick up your re-fills today and take them as normal from tomorrow.

# Way up high

-# There's a land that I heard... #

-PHONE BUZZES SILENTLY

# ..Once in a lullaby... #

KNOCK AT DOOR

KNOCKING CONTINUES

-Ugh!

-Aaah!

Call me as soon as you can. He knows where you are. He was waiting outside.

I've rung the police and I've told them to...

-Where have you been?

-I had to go and fetch a TTA from the pharmacy.

We're a nurse down today so please let me know if you're going to be

-out of the department for more than five minutes.

-OK.

Here, take that.

I'll take your stuff home, you go to the chemist, pick up my pills.

Do you think you can manage that?

Don't worry, you'll be fine.

Let's start as we mean to go on.

So this is where you're living now?

Fancy. Why didn't you invite me to the house warming?

-Would have brought you a plant.

-What do you want?

-What d'you think I want?

-I don't work for you any more.

-I don't remember a letter of resignation.

-I'm out of that life. Please...

-Please?

-Damon...

-Please what? Please don't hurt me?

Please don't break my neck for walking out and disappearing a year ago?

I worried about you. I lost sleep over it.

Anything could've happened! Do you even think about that?

Get back to work. We'll talk later. What are you looking at her for? Get out!

Get your things together.

No.

I'm sorry?

I'm not going with you.

I'm not asking.

I can't leave...

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

BABY CRYING

I don't think you understand our position, Louise.

Don't patronise me, Dixie. Just because I'm younger than...

-Oh, I'm not patronising you, darling.

-Oh, come on, Dixie, give it a rest.

-No, no, I won't give it a rest.

-Hi, Jeff.

-Hi, Louise.

-Look, we've been working for five hours straight...

And as I've explained, you're only entitled to a break

between the third and fifth hour, depending on service demand.

I didn't make the rules, I'm just following 'em.

And, as I've explained, in order for us to function at our best,

we're entitled to basic human rights -

things like toilet breaks, and nourishment. Unless you'd rather we worked wearing nappies...

Sorry to interrupt you, Dixie, but I've an emergency Category A call for you.

42 Caragon Estate. Police already at the scene.

Not a problem, Louise. We can talk on the way.

By its very nature, the job is unpredictable

so it isn't going to fit neatly into your little forms and timesheets.

If you don't believe me, then you're more than welcome to spend another day out with us...

What do you reckon? Next week maybe?

-Hello? ..She's hung up!

-Yeah. About five minutes ago.

Hmm... Cheers, fellas.

It was an accident. He tripped.

OK, love,

I need you to stay nice and calm.

I'm Dixie, this is Jeff.

We're going to take good care of you. HE GROANS

-Is he going to be all right?

-He's making a noise, that's a good sign.

Who is he? Your fella?

Not any more.

What happened to your head?

I...banged it.

Another accident, then?

Listen, sweetheart.

In my professional opinion, that doesn't look like a fall.

It looks like trauma from a blunt object, probably a wine bottle,

judging from the bits you've missed in that corner over there...

'Dixie come in. Are you still required at the address? There's...'

What happened?

I thought he was going to take... my baby.

It's all right. It's all right, love, why don't you come with us?

We'll have a look at your head and check the baby out too, eh?

OK... OK...

Do you want to take that? Good girl.

SIRENS WAIL, HORNS BEEP

Stop looking at me like that. Um, excuse me. You need to take a seat over there

-and I'll be with you in a moment.

-I feel dizzy.

It's my heart.

Er... OK... Um..

Try not to panic, um... Come with me.

Annie, please, call me as soon as you get this. I'm starting to worry.

OK, Ruth. Damon Lynch, 38 years old,

he's got a blunt head injury.

GCS at the scene was 10, now 13. Query assault. OK?

OK. Bay two please. Erm, Linda, I'm going to need you with me.

She'd stopped taking her meds, so we started her again and sent her home.

Right. It's a bit coincidental. Mother and daughter.

Um, psychosomatic, maybe? Given the behaviour...

Behaviour? You mean, lack of eye contact, communication issues...

Communication issues?

Look, if it makes you uncomfortable, I can deal with those.

No, no, no. Of course not. I'm fine.

Um, Ms Simons...

I'm going to run an ECG...

-Autism Spectrum Disorder.

-What?

-My behaviour. That's what they say.

-And nothing wrong with your hearing.

-No.

As I said, I'm going to run an ECG and some blood tests, and we'll get to the bottom of this.

Think of me as...as the... the Sherlock Holmes of, er...

medicine.

-Where am I?

-You're at Holby City hospital.

You've sustained an injury to your head. Try and stay still for me.

Right, he's retching... Let's roll him! All right mate.

-OK, all right, let it out. OK, roll him back.

-OK.

The Sherlock Holmes of medicine?

Haven't you got a roller derby champion that you need seeing to?

Right, there we go. OK?

-I'm not an invalid.

-Just trying to be of service.

-Thank you.

-All yours.

Ah. Thank you.

So, Radiology have sent through your X-ray.

They confirm a broken finger.

-But I think we can get away with strapping.

-So I'll be OK to play?

You don't really want to cause further damage your finger.

You need to get on top of your pain, so you'll be woozy from the meds.

-Argh!

-Sweetheart! You can watch from the sidelines.

-Just because that's where YOU'RE happiest. I will play!

-Sweetheart...

-She doesn't even know what she's talking about.

-I think she does.

She can't tell me what to do any more than YOU can! Fix my finger so I can get out of here!

OK, look, I understand that you're upset, but my advice is

-you suck it up, princess, and face reality.

-You can't talk to my daughter like that.

-Someone's got to.

-Could I have a word, please, Dr Nicholls?

-Get me away from those time-wasters.

-I know how you feel, but you can't pick and choose.

-With all due respect, you don't have the foggiest idea how I feel.

-With all due respect...

When I was in Afghanistan, I treated servicewomen not much older than her

with blown off limbs and shrapnel embedded in their faces.

They didn't complain half as much as she does.

I understand. But in your words, suck it up, princess.

Can you just keep the noise down on your side a little?

Thank you so much. Nurse? In here, please.

-How are we doing? OK?

-Fine.

Right, I need to attach these electrodes to you..

-I can do it.

-Well, you won't know where to put them.

I can show you on me. OK, the first one on the back of your hand here...

That's it... And the same on the other side...

Heart rate at 110, SATs 98.

Just try and stay calm for us. We're just checking you over, OK?

-OK, do you have any pain in your neck?

-Yeah, just you...and her.

-OK, still oozing here.

-Might need more pressure.

We'll need to send you for a CT scan...

-Whoa! Where do you think you're going?

-I've got a business to run.

-No, we haven't cleared your neck...

-See? I'm invincible.

-An idiot more like.

-Excuse me?

I've got this. Mr Lynch, until we properly assess you,

-we won't know the full extent...

-Where's my jacket?

OK. Staff Nurse Andrews, could you get me a Self Discharge Against Medical Advice form, please?

Thank you, Staff Nurse Andrews.

Linda?

How is he?

He'll survive.

-I tried calling you.

-I know, I just got your messages.

-Are you all right?

-Yeah.

-I've got to go. I've got to get Evie away from him.

-He's the father?

-Where are you going to go?

-I don't know. I'll just...run away.

-What about your methadone programme? You can't.

-I'll sort something out.

But I've got to get out of here before he comes looking for me.

-You're going to burn a hole in that thing. What are her symptoms?

-Erm...

Tachychardic, ataxic and complaining of nausea, headache, vertigo.

Still waiting on the bloods.

Bit of a sinus tachy but who knows, maybe you're on the verge of discovering a new illness.

That'd be a dream come true for you - Keogh's Syndrome.

Actually, I think I've already arrived at a diagnosis.

-Problems?

-No.

-Yeah.

-Can I help?

-Thank you, Sam.

We'd really appreciate that, wouldn't we, Dylan?

Down-sloping ST-depression, reverse tick...

Yes, I noticed it. The digoxin effect.

Also known as the Dali effect because the curve is reminiscent of Salvador Dali's moustache...

-Yes, I know. I saw it at first glance.

-Not exactly a feat of Holmesian deduction, though, was it?

Thank you, Dr Nicholls.

Any time, Dr Keogh.

-Don't speak.

-I'm really starting to like her.

Why so jumpy? Don't worry. I'm not going to press charges.

Maybe I should press charges against you. Breaking and entering

-and threatening behaviour.

-Threatening behaviour?

Who's the one that just got bottled?

Hmm? You want to take your chances in court, I'll get my barristers right on to it.

Social Services, they'll have your baby off you before the trial's even over.

But...I'm not going to do that.

How could I...to the m...

mother of my daughter?

What's her name?

She's not yours.

What's her name?

Evie.

Evie.

Lovely little Evie.

Why didn't you tell me?

I don't want scum like you around her.

You run away from me again and I'll make sure your girlfriends pay the price.

Besides, I've got what you need. You're a junkie whore, that's all you'll ever be...

Ah, the lovely Staff Nurse Andrews.

You need to sign there.

Ah...actually, Staff Nurse Andrews,

I, er, suffered a bit of an injury earlier today.

Down below.

I was wondering if you could take a look.

I'll get a male staff member to see to you...

No. You'll get no sexism off me.

Besides, I'm sure you're quite capable.

You'll have to wait in cubicles. Through there.

-Annie.

-She can't go with you. It's patients only.

Wait for me there.

Show me the way.

Right. We've had your blood gas back. Umm...they confirm that you've been taking your mother's tablets.

-Why would I do that?

-I was hoping that you could help me with that.

The digoxin wasn't prescribed for you.

There's no history of a heart condition on your records,

-therefore there's no reason for you to take them.

-Exactly.

Barking up the wrong tree. Woof, woof.

-How many did you take?

-I didn't.

Angela, if you took too many, the results for you could be a lot worse

than just your heartbeat slowing down a little.

Your records do...

indicate a history of mental health issues.

"The patient was identified at age three as developmentally delayed.

"At age 14, she was classified as an emotionally disturbed student

"and placed into special classes.

"At 16, she was placed into the care of an assisted living home,

"after her mother could no longer cope with her behaviour.

"She spends most of her time alone,

"suffers from poor communication skills,

"and is believed to have Autism Spectrum Disorder."

That's me. What I am.

A disorder.

-Angela...

-Can't remember how many.

Go now. Goodbye.

Close the curtains.

You're not really injured.

Close the curtains, or I'll get your boss in here.

I'm sure she'd love to know where you were this morning.

-Is everything OK?

-A... maniac kneed me in the family jewels.

No rhyme or reason.

-You're fine.

-Thank you, Nurse Andrews.

You're supplying drugs to my girls. Yes?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Yes... I can always tell when a woman's lying to me.

See, my guess is, you're nicking them from this hospital, which I'm sure is against all the rules.

So... you stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours.

And trust me, you want me out of yours.

OK. Well, can you tell her I called again, please?

Her daughter...

Clara...

C-L-A-R-A. Thank you.

What kind of secretary doesn't know how to spell "Clara"?

-I'm sorry, sweetheart.

-Doesn't matter.

She probably didn't want to come cos it meant spending time with you.

What? It's true.

Don't talk to me like that.

You're a depressive.

-Moody all the time...

-Shut up!

I'm sorry if I'm an embarrassment to you, Clara.

But I'm your father and that earns me a little... not much...but a little respect.

I need to teach you some breathing exercises before you get discharged.

I need you to take a few deep breaths a couple of times a day.

What for?

It'll stop you getting an infection in the base of your lungs.

Can we practise a few now?

Sure.

No! Don't. Stop, that hurts.

-Could you sit with your daughter and we can support her a bit better that way?

-Of course.

Nice and slowly. One, two, three...

-Ow...

-OK.

-That's it, put your arm around her and you'll be able to support her and manage it a lot better.

-Sure.

Big inhale through the nose. OK, nice and slowly.

Nice and slow, you're doing really well, I know it's not easy...

OK, deep breath for me, big deep breath.

Hold it for three...

and exhale through the mouth.

It's all right.

It's all right.

I'm here now.

It's OK. Daddy's here.

-What's she doing now?

-Er...

She admits she took the tablets, but she can't remember how many, and she won't say why.

Er... Excuse me, I'm sorry. You...

you can't...do that.

And could you keep the curtains open at all times, please, we need to see if you're all right.

I don't know what she's trying to do.

She's hypersensitive.

I'm here to pick up my daughter.

Thank you for your time, officers.

All sorted. I think they're relieved not to have the paperwork.

About time me and my family got out of here.

-Are you going to be all right?

-Don't worry about Annie.

I can give her everything she needs.

The care home said you were ready.

First day out, and she's taking my pills. How am I supposed to cope with this?

Ms Simons, I believe that Angela, like many people with ASD,

may be suffering from a hypersensitivity to sensory stimuli,

which is why it would help if you stopped doing that!

Hypersensitivity?

Eh, yes. Er...to stimuli.

Er... Aural.

Visual. Tactile.

Do you mind me asking, what's the decor like in your house?

Excuse me? Are you a doctor or an interior designer?

-Is it fair to assume that you are fond of garish colours?

-Garish?

Yes. Flamboyant.

-Vivid. Bright. Lurid.

-She's never complained before.

-Maybe she did and you weren't listening.

Oh, this is silly.

Angela, you can't stay in hospital.

You've got to come home with me.

Please, stop this.

Angela, no, no, no, no, no, no...

Can we stop her, please?

-You paged me?

-Yeah.

Special delivery.

Anything you want to share?

"Don't forget to eat your lunch."

Sounds like very sensible advice. I think he's definitely a keeper.

-(Thank you.

-You're welcome.)

Who do they think THEY'RE kidding?

-Oooh!

-Ooh! I'm sorry... I'm sorry...

Would you watch what you're doing?

Linda? You all right?

I'm probably coming down with something. Sorry I snapped.

Take some time out if you're not well. There's no point in killing yourself.

-I'm fine.

-Don't be a martyr.

OK? Taking care of everyone except yourself. It's not right, is it?

Noel. If Tess asks where I am, will you tell her I'm sick?

Well, you can tell her yourself, she's standing straight over...

I, er... I want to say something.

What we've got,

er, that's a little miracle, that is.

She changes everything.

No more turning tricks for you.

Never again.

From now on, you'll work front of house at the club on a strictly look-don't-touch basis.

No-one's touching you again. No-one except me.

# Save all your kisses for me

# Save all your kisses for me... #

Do you remember that cheesy old song, playing on the radio, hmm?

The first time we ever...

What's wrong, babe?

You lost that lovin' feeling?

Maybe this'll bring it back.

There's two of us now. You don't have to shoulder all the burden.

That's what I'm trying to tell you. A baby needs a mum and a dad.

And now that's what she's got.

I don't... I don't like to when she's in the room...

She's all right.

This is all you need right now, innit?

Hmm?

-Lost someone?

-My daughter.

Oh. Right, there she is.

What are you doing?

I'm staying here.

Annie?

We have a visitor. How nice.

-Where's Annie?

-She's having a nap. Was a long day.

-If you'd called, I'd've made you one too.

-I'm taking her with me. Annie?

-Annie.

-She's in a very happy place right now. You don't want to take that away from her, do you?

Annie. Come on, wake up. We have to leave. Come on!

-Oh, God.

-Help her!

-Annie!?

-OK. Annie. Annie.

-She's in a very happy place right now.

-Annie? Annie?

-Happy place right now...

-Annie...

Come on... Come on, wake up, we have to leave... Come on...

Happy place right now...

-ANGELA HUMS IN MONOTONE

-Come on. Untie yourself.

-People are staring.

-Right.

I suggest we give her a bit of room. I'll call the psych team, they'll come and have a chat with her.

You can't just leave her!

-What's going on?

-Uh... I've got everything under control.

Yeah, can I have on-call psychiatry, please?

We've got a heroin OD en route. Where's Linda?

She had a dodgy tummy. Might've gone home for a bit.

-Without telling me?

-Yeah, well maybe she's got a death wish.

-OK, this is Annie, late 20s, heroin OD.

-Yeah, I know this girl.

BP is 100 over 60, pulse is 50, resps are 15.

She's had 800 of naloxone en route. GCS was 12 on arrival now 14. OK...

Right, Annie, we're going to move you to another bed, my darling.

Nice and gently, please, ladies and gents. On three - one, two, three...

-Yeah. Pupils are constricted.

-Pulse at 55.

You'll have to wait outside.

-She going to be all right?

-Do you actually care? Out.

Until the psych team have calmed her down, she's their patient, not mine.

-Dereliction of duty.

-You're not in the Army now.

And you, on the other hand, could do with a tour of duty. Might learn a thing or two.

You can't go in and see her yet. You'll have to wait in reception.

-Let me see to her.

-You're not seeing anything.

I want to check her over. Make sure she's OK.

I can look after her. I'm her father.

Do you have proof of that?

Just...

Linda?

What were you doing on the estate?

Have you gone mad?

I prefer the term neurodiverse.

I prefer the term "off your bloody rocker".

I'm only doing what is necessary to help my patient.

Um... Pass me the blue blanket, please?

Thank you.

You know, no matter how good the intentions, getting involved with something like that...

-with those kind of people...

-Those kind of people?

You know what I mean.

My sister's an addict.

I'm sorry.

I haven't seen her for a few years.

Don't even know where she is.

Sometimes it's "out of sight, out of mind", but most of the time it's...

it's not...

And when I look at Annie, I just...

Well, all the more reason to keep out of it.

I know.

Can't save them all.

-Two prolonged absences in one day is unacceptable.

-I said I'm sorry.

Well, that's not good enough.

What is going on?

I'm just trying to do my job...

helping people who need it.

That's what we're here for, isn't it?

Thank you.

How you feeling?

Where's Evie?

Here she is.

Angel.

-Ow!

-You got a headache?

I think I'm going to be sick.

Can someone take the baby, please?

-OK, here we go.

-Sats at 97.

-Resps at 15. Pulse 60.

-OK, get her on her side!

-Woah...

-Has she taken anything other than heroin?

-I don't know.

OK. 4mgs of lorazepam. And this injury happened today?

-Yes, but her GCS was stable.

-All right, OK, good.

And let's have another 4mgs standing by.

We'll scan her as soon as we've got the fit under control.

What are you doing?

I'm trying to make her feel safe.

You have to understand that for Angela, independent living

won't mean the same as it would for other 20-year-olds.

What do you think you're looking at? Just go away.

You have to try and help her bring order to the chaos, create an environment in which she feels safe.

Wait.

I'll talk to her.

I'm her mother.

Can I come in?

Better?

I'm so sorry.

I didn't realise. ANGELA WHEEZES

Angela?

Help!

-What's happening?

-Digoxin toxicity. OK, we need some help here. Can we get her on a trolley please?

I need you to stay calm for me, Angela, OK? Nice deep breaths.

-Annie suffered an intracranial bleed...

-No.

..after sustaining a head injury this morning.

She was OK. You saw her yourself.

It's called a lucid interval.

The bang on the head caused an epidural haematoma...

How did she get that bang on the head?

-I want to see her.

-What for?

To hold her hand and say goodbye? You gave up that right the second you stuck a needle in her arm.

-I didn't force her to do anything. She was an addict.

-Which is exactly how you wanted it.

Made her so compliant. No. No. This is how it'll work.

You'll turn around and you'll crawl out of this hospital.

And as for Evie, forget about it. I checked your blood types -

hers is AB-negative, yours is O-positive,

-which excludes you from being the father.

-You're lying.

-Get a paternity test then.

But remember this - I've got information on you too,

and it only takes a couple of phone calls to make sure

that your "business" comes crashing down around you.

Thanks.

OK. Angela, we're giving you some digoxin antibody fragments

which should undo the effect of the tablets that you took.

You should start to feel yourself again.

-I feel better.

-Words we doctors live for.

Doesn't really suit me any more.

Thank you, Doctor.

Mission accomplished. We'll make a soldier out of you yet, Keogh.

Right. Three questions.

Yes/no answers only. OK?

-No.

-She was an ex-girlfriend.

-Right. I'm not playing.

-She rescued you from a war zone?

-Please.

-Oh, give me something.

-There's nothing to give.

-It doesn't make sense.

-What doesn't make sense?

-You and her.

-There is no... Why doesn't it make sense?

Well, for one thing, she's half your age. She's old enough to b... She's not your daughter, is she?

And for another, well... She's just way out of your league.

There. You've answered your own question. Now can we drop it?

Annie, it's going to be OK.

Is it?

I mean, look at me today. I went back to it like that...

With her in the room and I don't do that.

Ever. I don't ever do that.

You slipped. It happens.

The important thing is to not let it happen again.

I know it won't be easy, but I'll help you get the support you need.

How much trouble could you get into for doing this?

What, for lying to a visitor about a patient's death and telling him he's not the father of his own child?

Slap on the wrists.

Why are you doing this for me?

Because...

..sometimes saving one is enough.

Goodnight, Dr Winters. See you in the morning.

Yes. See you tomorrow, Staff Nurse Faldren.

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