Sixteen Candles Casualty

RADIO: What promises to be not only a great game of football,

but also an emotional occasion as Holby United pay tribute...

I hope you two like it hot!

..I think it's fair to say that Kemble's absence will cause

a huge gap in Holby's frontline...

What the hell are you doing?!

Becky?

He came out of nowhere. Oh, God. Is he dead?

There you go. See you in a minute.

All right, everybody. As most of you know,

Holby United are playing in the Cup final this afternoon.

With the Jay Kemble situation, emotions are bound

to be running extra high, which means more pressure on us.

-So please can we try and keep the department moving as much as possible?

-One more thing...

-Come on, United!

-You'll be lucky.

RADIO: Moments away from kick-off here...

Who is he? Was he trying to break in?

Get away from him!

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Go let them in, will you?

-Hey, did you call an ambulance?

-She's just in here.

-Right.

-Right.

Two for the price one, eh? Must be our lucky day.

You all right, mate?

Dylan?

Er, about me and Tom.

-What you saw...

-You're fully grown adults.

Whatever you do in your spare time is no concern of mine.

-So you're not upset?

-Suffice to say I'm not remotely bothered who you snog or...

Oh, for...!

Dervla went missing this morning. I've just spent the last hour

-tramping round the park looking for her.

-Oh, no. Look, Dylan, she'll turn up.

Everything OK?

Dylan's dog's gone missing.

Oh, no! Dylan...

I don't know what I'd do if I lost Ziggy.

-You must be going out of your mind.

-Well, you know...

I'm sure she'll turn up.

If there's anything I can do... Anything.

Thank you. Thanks.

RADIO: Then I'm sure the pain of losing Kemble

will be eased for some of these supporters and they will have hope for the future once again...

Could you do me a favour, please? Could you turn that off for me?

He broke in. That man...

-He... I hit him.

-OK.

Burns are partial thickness. Your pulse is 100.

Do you have any other medical conditions we should know about?

I donated a kidney three months ago. Early birthday present.

-I wanted an iPod.

-OK.

-No complications? No infections? Nothing?

-We're both fine.

-Best be safe than sorry though, eh?

-Not looking good here, Jeff. He's got a nasty head wound.

His GCS is ten. His resps are 12.

-The pan's cast iron.

-OK. Let's get him on a board, yeah?

Listen. Did you mention the head injury when you called 999, mate?

No? OK.

3006 to Control. Request a second ambulance at this incident please.

-A second ambulance?

-Yeah, we're going to need help.

-We'll get him on a spinal board then we'll get you lot into the ED.

-Excuse me.

I'm just going to nip outside, get a board.

Excuse me, mate. I'm just going to pop outside...

-You're going to see to him and leave us for some other paramedic?

-Yeah, that's about the size of it.

-He broke into our house, injured my wife.

-Dad, just let him past.

Everyone's going to get the treatment they need. Trust me. I just need to prioritize.

-I'll go with him.

-Go with him? Why?

-He wakes up,

starts telling some cock-and-bull story to the police,

then before we know it, he's blaming everything on us.

John, please.

Thank you.

DOORBELL RINGS

Mrs Young? I just want to talk to you. Mrs Young?

KNOCKING ON DOOR

Whatever you're selling, I don't want any.

-I'm not selling anything, Mrs Young. I'm here to...

-And if you're from the electric

or the credit card company or any of that lot, you might as well save your breath.

My name's Wally St Clare.

I represent a firm called Genealogy 4U.

We trace relatives of people who've died intestate.

That means, without a will.

What's this?

Eviction notice?

Not quite.

You are the niece of Jane Coleman?

We think you might be entitled to a quarter of a million pounds inheritance.

Mrs Young?

Mrs Young. Are you...?

-Not too loud with that, please, boys?

-Nothing to do with me, boss.

-I prefer a man's game.

-This is Greg Foster. 25.

Fell approximately ten feet from a flat roof onto concrete.

-Query bi-lateral femurs.

-For a second, I had him down as our first football casualty.

He is. On the roof nicking his neighbour's satellite feed.

Yes!

No!

Ah, elation and heartbreak of the beautiful game.

-Dylan?

-Cheers.

Any news on Dervla?

Oh, no. No. The longer she's missing, I suppose the less likely

-it is that the news will be good.

-Did you talk to any of the other

dog walkers in the park? Maybe somebody saw something.

I'm not really on chatting terms with many... Well, with any of them.

Leave it with me, then. I'll make a few calls - see what I can find out.

Amanda, the way that I spoke to you the other night... My tone may have been...

Look, forget it.

Let's put it behind us and concentrate on finding Dervla.

Sound good?

Yes, thank you.

Yes!

Hiya.

OK, Thank you. All right, my love, can you tell me your name?

Mrs Young.

Maggie.

Right, then, let's have a little look, shall we?

-Hit my head on the cupboard. It's nothing. He shouldn't have rung you.

-She collapsed, I thought...

No, no, no, you did the right thing. Better to be safe than sorry, eh?

But I'm fine!

She's not - she collapsed right in front of me!

Well, what do you expect? Going round telling people they've inherited quarter of a million quid?!

A pile of cash and a trip to the ED?

Must be your lucky day.

Quarter of a million from dear old Aunt Jane.

It's a shame she's not still with us.

I could tell the old witch in person where she could shove it.

You really do need to be seen by a doctor, Maggie.

Just keep this weasel away from me.

OK.

OK, we got an unknown male, appears to be mid-30s.

GCS of 10 which hasn't improved.

You do know you got more chance of winning the lottery than Holby have of winning this game?

Take that back, Charlie. Spin around three times

and chuck some salt over your shoulder just in case.

-Charlie?

-Yeah.

-This is Maggie Young, 50,

-she's got a head lac after fainting at home.

-All right, Maggie.

She wasn't KO'd, she's got no neck pain.

And she's refused any spinal care.

And believe it or not, today is Maggie's lucky day.

Right, thank you.

My count - one, two, three.

OK, his pulse is 65, sats 96, resps are 10.

Pupils equal and reactive.

He's maintaining an airway - no obstruction.

OK, he's responsive to painful stimuli.

Can I get another large-bore cannula in, please? Let's see if we can

get him in for an urgent CT and can I please have routine trauma bloods?

-Do we know what happened?

-Lady caught him breaking in to her house.

Clocked him with a saucepan. She's been brought in with burns.

Looks like he got more than he bargained for.

What's this? Thank you.

Some kind of symbol?

Let's have a look.

It's his blood type. Military man.

Army - and looks like he's based near here.

Are we sure this was a break-in?

Why, cos a squaddie would never do such a thing?

Continue, please, Lloyd.

I'll try and be as gentle as possible.

Some birthday this is turning out to be.

They're partial thickness - which is good news.

-Can't you give her something?

-Trust me,

when this thing gets flowing, she'll be feeling a lot better.

How long ago did you donate the kidney?

Three months. No problems.

You're back at work? Active?

Active but not back at work Taking Caitlin for dialysis, the check-ups...

What about this other bloke? Where's he?

Becky interrupted a break-in. Gave the fella what for.

Try not to worry. He's in safe hands.

That pain relief should be kicking in now.

-Fletch, will you give me a shout if you need me?

-OK.

-Fletch?

Initial assessment and history completed analgesia on board and Zoe's looking at her.

Great.

Nurse Bateman? Tess? John Dawkins.

Imagine me about 20 years younger.

I came off my motorbike, ended up laid up for about six weeks laid up in Briggs Ward?

John Dawkins! So, how's the leg?

Doesn't give me a spec of trouble.

Except when you're walking up stairs or getting out the car or...

You fixed me up proper. I might not have been around to see this one being born otherwise.

Not sure I can take the whole credit for that.

Nurse Bateman?

It's still Sister Bateman to you.

Look, this bloke - the one that she hit. How is he?

I mean, is he awake? Talking? What?

Why don't you just concentrate on your wife?

I can check on everything else later.

I'll just be a sec.

-He's vomiting.

-Right, OK, let's roll him.

-Got it?

-Yeah.

One, two, three.

Right. One, two, three.

GCS has dropped to eight and he's agitated.

Right, OK, there is no way he is going to keep still for the scan.

-Let's get him sorted out for an RSI and get a tube in. Drugs please, Lloyd.

-Yeah.

-Suction?

Thank you.

Ketamine going in, sucs...in.

OK. Cricoid on, please, Lloyd.

Bougie.

If we just had a name for this guy, the army could track down his next of kin.

Or the police could do it, like with anyone else.

Tube.

OK, tube's in. Bag.

OK, inflate the cuff.

-Can we help you?

-Hey, you can't be in here.

-OK, breath sounds good.

Right, let's get him sorted with a propofol infusion before we take him up for the scan.

Let's secure this tube, please.

Unknown male for CT?

Come on in.

Can't have you missing another goal, can we?

But you didn't get this from me, OK?

I've a young man down here, fell from a height, no fractures

to see on x-ray but he needs admitting for observation and analgesia, so...

Yes, I'll hold.

Do you think he knows how lucky he is?

Not lucky enough to get a bed on a ward before Wednesday.

Cubicles are full. Thought you'd like to be kept in the loop.

Yes nothing makes me happier, Dylan, thank you.

Right, we'll take all non-critical over-spill and treat them in here.

Even though most of them have brought their misfortunes upon themselves

-through over-exuberance or stupidity?

-It's called doing our job, Dylan.

I'm sorry if it's inconvenient.

Right, I'm coming up.

Hey, look, this is lovely but she disappeared three miles from here.

Still, it doesn't hurt. We will find her.

Whatever it takes.

Are you free to see a patient?

My sole purpose in life, last time I checked.

Right.

Name is Maggie Young, early 50s -

she fainted at home but otherwise feels fine.

I'd rather hope that if she felt fine, she wouldn't be here.

Right.

This is Doctor Keogh.

Maggie has a deep laceration to her forehead,

not KO'd and no neck pain.

That's right, isn't it?

So I am needed after all.

Yes. Vitals and ECG all done. BM seven.

-I've sent off her bloods.

-OK, History?

Well, it seems to me that Maggie is just about the healthiest woman in Holby.

Never had more than a cold in 30 years.

-Any allergies?

-Don't believe in them.

-How long have you had this?

-That leg? I had it all my life.

It's been itching for a couple of days, maybe.

-Hardly even noticed it.

-OK.

Could be a minor cellulitis.

We'll know when we get the bloods back. Can you irrigate the wound and close, please, Charlie?

Mrs Young?

What the hell is he doing here?

-If I could ask you to reconsider...

-I'm sorry, it's relatives only in here.

-You're talking about a lot of money here. If you'll just sign...

-Who is this person?

-Out!

I think maybe...

All right, sunshine, show's over. This way. Thank you very much.

Excuse me.

This place gets more and more like a circus every day!

Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

We'll, it's just that I noticed that you were a little bit less

than your usual diplomatic self with that patient.

And, er, you didn't bother to exam the laceration.

I am aware of the situation with Dervla I just thought that

I should say that if your heart's not here, maybe you shouldn't be.

OK.

Cubicle 3 needs a fresh IV, lady in two - and I use the term loosely -

has requested a sandwich and toenail man in six can be discharged.

-Right!

-To get back there, you need to be a relative which you are not,

which means you have been fibbing and I do not like fibbers. Goodbye.

It was for her own good!

If she doesn't claim that money, it goes to the treasury.

Then who wins?

She's the only heir to a quarter of a million pounds.

Even if she doesn't want the money now, she might change her mind.

Which won't be an option if she doesn't sign this contract!

I'm not some ambulance chaser.

I'm sorry I lied, but I had to go and talk to her.

And you're doing this out the goodness of your heart, mmm?

Honestly? I need this job. Who doesn't? But this isn't about me!

It's about Mrs Young.

Her parents are both dead, she doesn't have any siblings.

This money's all she has left of her family.

You're right about one thing.

I'm not happy about the taxman getting more than his due either.

Got any ID?

So you'll let me go back and talk to her?

Absolutely not. Stay where you are.

Do not move.

Hey, you all right?

Starving, that's all.

Mum, I'm not saying it's definite. I'm just saying if we need it, it'd just be for a few weeks.

I know you don't have any space, but I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't desperate, would I?

Forget it.

Sorry. Mr Dawkins?

Who's asking?

Noel - reception. Just to let you know the police are here.

They've been round to your house, want to know if you're ready to give a statement.

Right. Good, yeah. Sorry, mate. Having a bad day.

-Can you tell them I'll just be a minute?

-Yes, sure.

Sorry for the musical chairs. Lucky for us

Holby don't get this far in the cup very often.

The police are going to get involved, aren't they?

Just tell the truth, that's the best advice I can give.

We have to go. Now.

I know things are taking a little while, but Becky's really not ready to go yet.

-She looks fine to me. We have to go.

-Ahh! John!

-Calm down.

We're staying together and we're all leaving.

No! God! What's up with you?

John, it's all right.

-It's all right.

-Tess...

Why don't you wait outside for me?

We haven't been properly introduced.

I'm Big Mac - your friendly neighbourhood porter.

There's someone that really, really needs to speak with you.

Let me guess.

About yay high, briefcase, looks a bit like a creepy Hobbit?

I've told him once I'm not interested.

If I have to tell him again, he might end up walking funny.

I don't suppose he had the chance to tell you what happens to the money if you don't take it?

It could sprout wings and fly for all I care. It's tainted.

Dirty.

What? Because it's family money?

When Mum slung me out, they all sided with her.

Every one of them. I knocked on Aunt Jane's door.

Crying.

I was just a kid.

16 years old and they treat me like that.

If I take that money, you think Mum won't find out about it?

You think the old cow won't be sitting at home, laughing at me?

I take that money, it's like I forgive her. It's all forgotten.

I haven't forgotten anything.

That leg's not OK, is it?

I haven't been on a bike since we had Caitlin.

Couldn't risk it. I had people relying on me.

None of this is your fault.

Caitlin's renal failure, what happened today...

What's this?

That bloke that Becky hit. They're his.

I had one job.

During the transplant.

Put food on the table - and keep a roof over our heads.

And I couldn't even manage that.

I don't understand.

Me and the lads cleared the house after his mum died.

It was just lying there empty. I thought by the time he figured out what we'd be long gone.

You've been squatting?

Don't tell Becky or Caitlin.

Please. They think I rented it cheap off a mate.

The business was going under - bank was taking our last place -

I had no choice.

John, listen to me. The police are asking questions about what happened.

I can't keep this from them. It's not a question of loyalty.

It's my job. And it's the law.

-If you just tell them the truth...

-What, nothing bad'll happen?

I've got to pass this onto someone so we can find that man's next of kin.

I should be the one to tell Becky.

I think that's the best thing to do.

Your unidentified male in resus - these might put a name to the face. You didn't get them from me.

-OK. And where did you get them?

-Just contact his next of kin, please.

Sam.

Oh, great. Where did you find these?

Maybe the paramedics?

Maybe? Well, did you get it from them or didn't you?

Well, I mean... they didn't exactly give them to me

-but, you know, I think maybe someone found them and...

-Lloyd, stop talking.

Do you want me to make the call?

No, it's OK, I'll do it.

-Could you page me when he's gets out of CT?

-OK.

Oh, I don't believe this! Am I not speaking English or something?

I thought you were supposed to keep him out.

Actually it was me that asked Mr St Clare to come and talk to you.

I've already told you. I'm not interested.

Maggie, love. It's not about the money.

It occurred to me when we were having our little chat, that...

I don't know, maybe because, with you fainting, but...

you hadn't been given the full facts of the matter.

What do you mean, the facts of the matter?

Aunt Jane popped her clogs, I get a cut of her money,

what else is there to know?

It's not a cut of the money. It's all the money.

You are your Aunt's sole heir.

Sole heir?

But...

..what about Mum?

NO...

But the...

I'm so sorry, Maggie, love.

We thought you knew.

How long?

Almost ten years.

Where? I mean, had she moved away or...?

She called.

Years ago.

Left a message on the answering machine, saying she wanted to see me.

I never called back.

Right. Sorry. Do you want to pop those down for me, Maggie?

OK, well done.

Now, Doctor Keogh's prescribed these antibiotics for that cellulitis.

You have started them, but you must finish the course

and it should clear things up in about 7-10 days.

Where is the ladies'?

It's, um, just through to reception, and it's your right.

-She OK?

-She, er... She's had a bit of a shock, bless her.

If you wait over there. Can you give me a minute?

A word, please?

There mare two police officers over there waiting to take statements from you and Becky.

I thought we agreed this would be between you and me.

-I never said that. I made it clear.

-You said I could be the one to tell her!

And you've had enough time to do that.

This isn't something I can control.

She's in pain. When I think about everything she's been through - both of them...

If you think it's difficult now, it'll get much worse if she's charged with GBH.

-It's not her fault...

-John, please understand how serious this is.

Think how Becky's going to feel if she has to hear everything from the police.

Can't you help us?

I'm trying!

Tell Becky the truth, or I'll ask those officers to come over and they will.

Officers?

I hope you know what you've done.

You OK?

-You know what? You need a cuppa.

-No...

-Tess, unacceptable answer. Come on.

And you'll inform his wife? OK, thank you, Major.

-Update on soldier boy?

-He's been AWOL for three months.

Needless to say, the army were thrilled to receive my call.

They have contacted the military police

and they should be here in the next couple of hours.

I didn't think you'd approve of that kind of thing.

Isn't it, like, dereliction of duty or something?

On the one hand.

But on the other, I can imagine a million reasons why a soldier might feel like he had no choice.

We can call them back. Say we made a mistake?

Too late.

Well, we've said our piece. It's up to Maggie now.

Maybe we shouldn't have told her.

Breaking bad news is never easy, is it?

I'm just amazed her mother didn't get in touch.

-Was it a long illness?

-Not at all.

She went into hospital for a routine op and died of an allergic reaction.

Any idea what she was allergic to?

GASPING

Maggie? No. Oh, no, oh.

Mac!

Mac!

I'm going to need a trolley, mate.

All right, darling, it's all right. We know what's happening to you.

Here.

John was always a bit of a chancer - a charming one.

I'm sure once he's had a chance to think it through, he'll do the right thing.

But he didn't take it.

That poor woman.

Why don't I try and catch him up?

-See if I can talk some sense into him.

-No, I don't think so.

I'm a bloke. He might listen.

Where've you been?

I went for an origami lesson.

You went looking for Dervla?

Yeah, in the middle of a shift.

I didn't find her, Sam.

Oh, sorry.

I'm Lizzie Kirkwood - the army called, said my husband was here.

-Billy Kirkwood.

-Yes, Dr Sam Nicholls. Follow me.

Look, I've got a half day today.

Why don't I give it a go?

Don't waste your time. She only comes when I call anyway.

Only dog I've ever known to be aware of stranger danger...

It's worth a try.

Maggie Young, query penicillin reaction. Given Penicillin.

Presented with laceration to the head after fainting.

All right, Maggie. You're going to be fine now, darling.

Let's start with 10mg of Piriton. 200mg of hydrocortisone IV.

Oxygen 100%.

0.5mg adrenaline IM. Who prescribed the antibiotics?

I'm so sorry. Zoe, what happened?

How very nice of you to join us, Doctor Keogh.

Resps are coming up.

Anaphylaxis after ingesting penicillin.

-I checked if she had any allergies. She said no.

-What, were you just distracted?

-I asked and she answered.

-I don't think she was aware.

-Rash is coming down - looks like she's over the worst of it.

-Can I have a word outside?

(Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.)

Mate, whatever it is...

She told you, didn't she?

Listen, right, Tess really cares about you.

The only reason she told me is cos she's in bits.

Well, she doesn't need to care any more. She's done enough.

Your family need you in there, so what you going to do?

They might need something but it isn't me.

What am I going to give them? Debt? I've plenty of that.

I'm going to go home, pack a suitcase and leave. It's best for everyone.

So you're going to walk away and leave them with the fallout?

I'll make a call - I'll blame everything on me.

Listen, just listen to me, all right?

Just tell Tess I'm sorry.

I don't know what's worse - that you slope off for half your shift or that you

-think my grip on this department's so slack that I wouldn't notice.

-It was unprofessional, irresponsible.

You forgot the part about compromising patient care

and putting more pressure on my already stretched staff.

I know. And I take full responsibility.

She wasn't aware she had the allergy, so there's probably nothing you could have done.

Except...be here.

Actually spend time with my patients,

instead of palming them off at the first available opportunity.

I may care more about a dog than the average human being,

but I am capable of admitting when I'm in the wrong.

Any news on Dervla?

She's been gone so long.

She's never been one just to run off.

If there is anything I can do, just ask.

At least you've still got one fan left.

Do you know where he is? My dad.

He told you, didn't he? About the house.

I'm sure he wishes he'd told you and your mum too.

They're charging her. Even though she didn't have a clue what was going on.

-Do you know where my dad is?

-Why don't you go and sit with your mum? She needs you.

She's right. Your mum needs your support.

Tess, can you sort out a sling on the sprained wrist on three, please?

Fletch.

I need to speak to my dad. Where is he?

Thank you. Thank you so much.

Billy had to be sedated so we could put a tube down his throat to help him breathe properly.

The CT scan showed some swelling of his brain, but we hope in time that'll reduce.

But he will wake up? I mean, he will be OK?

We'll repeat the CT scan and if there's any improvement,

we'll be able to reduce the sedation.

I contacted everyone I looked everywhere..

Do you know why he left?

He'd just done a tour in Afghanistan.

When he disappeared, I asked questions

but the army doesn't give straight answers.

What did they do to you?

Sorry to interrupt. Says he's family.

-What are you doing here?

-I came as soon as I heard.

-Why, so you can drag him back to base kicking and screaming?

-OK, back up. And you are...?

-Luke Charles. I'm Billy's sergeant.

-Look, you've done enough.

I've finally got him back, now just get out.

-Shall I...?

-No, it's fine. Thanks, Noel.

-What happened to family only?

-They served together.

Look, I'm not here to cause any trouble, I'm just here to check on him.

As a mate. I mean, where's he been? What happened?

-Billy was injured while breaking into a house.

-What?

How can you stand there like you're his friend? Look at him!

We did everything for him. Got him to see a specialist - helped him find another job.

-Billy was being discharged?

-No. He was being offered a desk job. A good one.

And what was that about the specialist?

-He was diagnosed with early onset glaucoma six months ago.

-No.

He couldn't handle the fact of not being a soldier any more and that's why he ran off.

No.

-OK, Lloyd, can you get in touch with the eye hospital, please? I need those notes.

-Yeah.

I'm his wife. He wouldn't leave me because of a job.

He just wouldn't.

Excuse me.

How are you feeling?

I'll never take breathing for granted again, that's for sure.

Thank you.

There she is.

And looking an awful lot better than the last time I saw you, if you don't mind me saying.

Not what I expected when I woke up this morning.

No, well, if the last few months have taught me anything,

it's that you have to grab life by the short and curlies while you got the chance.

You might not get another one.

Do you still have that contract?

One that says I want the money?

Are you sure now's the right...

You heard him. I waited 30 years to forgive and forget.

If I'd done it sooner, I could've been with my mum when she died.

I should tell you that if you sign this,

it means you've agreed to have us represent you.

We'll make sure you're entitled to the money and take a commission.

-I think you've earned it.

-You're sure?

Pen.

Hey.

Why can't I just go?

Because you're not ready to give up on him?

You don't know what it's like.

To know your husband loves something else more than he loves you.

I should have been the one to leave.

I should've done that a long time ago.

The paramedics passed this on.

The address of the house Billy was caught breaking into.

This is his mum's old house.

I wanted us to move in after she died, but...

Billy wanted to stay on the base.

Maybe he changed his mind, finally worked out what was really important to him?

That's a nice idea.

But I can't waste my life waiting round to see if my husband chooses me.

-Why did you do it?

-Enough, all right? This is over.

Done. I'm sorting things.

Sorting things how? Mum's in trouble.

She needs you.

she needs me as far away from her as possible!

I don't care. You're my dad.

-I

-need you.

Need me? What for?

I'm a man that can't even make a living, darling.

What use am I to anyone?

Please, don't go. No!

Caitlin, Get off! Just let go!

Ahhh!

Oi! What you think you playing at? You all right?

Where does it hurt?

I've been getting these pains all day.

OK, let's get those feet up.

There you go.

Right, that's it.

I know I should have said something sooner, but...

I'm rejecting. I know it.

Listen to me. Look at me.

OK, I haven't been doing this for that long.

I want you to trust me. But one thing I have learned - that nothing's ever certain. OK?

Hello. Yeah, I'm a nurse at City Hospital ED.

I've got a female, 16, with acute lower right flank pain.

She's got a recent history of kidney transplant.

Yep, she's at 28 Severnside Terrace. Thanks.

Look, whatever you've done up till now, they'll forgive you for.

But if you leave?

Do what you've got to do.

I think you know Caitlin. She had a new kidney about three months ago.

Generally she has been unwell for the past two days -

severe lower right valac pain with D&V.

Pulse 100, sats were 93, now 97, and she's had 500 of saline.

Dad?

Dad, please.

Come on, you've come this far.

This had better be good. I have got work to do, you know.

Don't shoot the messenger. But there's a very special lady outside requesting your attention.

The Neuro team will repeat the CT scan tomorrow. If there's any signs

of any improvement, they'll look to reduce at reducing his sedation,

and hopefully start thinking about taking him off the ventilator.

Thank you. And I can tell the MPs to call you?

Only if they want an explanation as to how a condition like this

may affect Billy's state of mind.

Thank you.

Maybe we can help him avoid a dishonourable discharge.

We're all still here for him. Whatever happens.

I don't get it. He has a wife that really loves him.

How could the army mean so much to him?

It's complicated.

Hello again, young lady.

Can I take a look?

But there's no point. I already know what's wrong.

She thinks she's rejecting her mum's kidney.

We'll it's our job to work out what's wrong, your job is to just relax, that's the deal.

Three months since the transplant, no complications.

Can't make out any masses, belly's soft.

OK, let's get some blood cultures - FBC, U&E, creatinine and albumin,

urine cultures and electrolytes.

OK, see you in a bit.

Did you get your transplant done here at Holby?

St Michael's.

OK, well, I'll get onto St Michael's transplant team.

-Let's prep for transfer.

-OK.

Yeah I know, I know...

Mum. I'm so sorry.

You've got absolutely nothing to be sorry about.

Get him out of here.

Go!

Relatives room.

What a good girl, what a good girl...

Where did you find her? Was she just in the park?

I went for a wander, called her name a few times and...there she was.

She... She just came to you?

I guess we must have bonded.

Didn't we, Dervla?

It's the same nightmare all over again.

Except this time I don't even get to be in the same room.

Listen, it's not over yet, is it?

I'm sorry, love. I messed up, what can I say?

I could go to prison for what I did.

We've got no home. Our daughter is...

You got through it once. If it comes to it, you can do it again.

No, we can't. We barely got through it the first time.

-Becky...

-You made me a promise.

That you wouldn't get into any more trouble. You would put your family first.

That's all I've ever tried to do.

Well, you've failed.

You've got a daughter back there who needs you. Both of you.

Now you can either stay in here and play back recriminations

and hurt each other more than you already have,

or you can go in there and hold her hand.

Now, which is it going to be?

Brilliant news.

Getting Dervla back.

I heard it was quite the reunion.

Yeah.

Little bit more concerned about how the reunion came about and why it was necessary in the first place.

I walk Dervla in that park every single day.

She's never just run off. Not once.

-Sorry, I'm not following.

-She's there whenever I turn around - she's calling me

or offering to help even after, you know, how I spoke to her last week.

And yet today Dervla happens to go missing

and she just happens to find her?

-Amanda?

-Yes.

You're not saying that you think she engineered all this?

-Something about this stinks.

-You did save her life.

She wouldn't be the first person to form an attachment after something like that.

-Is that supposed to make me feel better or worse, Tom?

-Please, Dylan, don't read too much into this.

Just tell me.

I've spoken to St Michael's transplant team and their feeling is that it is likely

you're in some stage of rejection.

-So what happens now?

-Well, we'll get her sent over to the transplant unit, they'll do more tests

-and then they'll know more about what they're going to do.

-So, we're back to square one.

I didn't say that. It is a long journey.

Possibly a tough one.

But I reckon you're pretty tough, aren't you?

We all are.

She's right, love.

Good luck. Can you make sure these go with her?

-Your carriage awaits, madam.

-We'll be there soon, love.

Thank you.

You make sure you do everything you want to do out there.

OK, then. Love you, too, sweetheart.

My youngest, off on her gap year. I suppose eventually I'll get used to the house being quiet.

Listen, I just wanted to see if you're all right after today.

-Sorry if I got a bit involved.

-Nothing to be ashamed of, not in my book.

I'm supposed to be setting an example.

You were John's nurse 20 years ago and he still remembers you.

What's that if it's not a good example?

He'd have given you a run for your money back then.

Part of setting an example means not overlooking things.

OK...

-You left the ED in the middle of a shift, without telling anyone.

-I know, but...

You have a duty of care to your patients and a responsibility to me as your senior nurse.

Consider this a warning.

Next time, I'll have to put it in your records.

Fair enough.

-Fletch?

-Yeah.

After what you did today, I wouldn't be surprised

if Caitlin remembers YOU for the next 20 years.

Thanks, boss.

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