An Amateur Sport Casualty

See, I was crossing the road. I didn't look.

I was too excited.

OK, let's take a look at you.

Up you get. There we go.

It wasn't the driver's fault. I got up and told him so.

He was very nice.

Did he drive you in?

No, I caught the bus.

Then I started to feel a bit strange.

And I didn't want to meet my son for the first time feeling like that.

You're meeting your son for the first time?!

I didn't know I had one. And then I got this letter.

HE COUGHS

Louise, can we book Phil in, please?

And I never would have smoked, you know, if I'd known.

40 a day for 50 years.

Take these off me.

-Good on you, Phil.

-Can I get your surname, please?

-Dad, get up, I'm going to be late.

-Just give me five minutes.

I must be the only father in the entire world

whose teenage daughter wants to get up early, even at weekends.

I don't want to. I have to.

My times are off.

Oh, yeah? How comes?

I just need to train more. That's all.

My son. I'm supposed to meet my son!

He's going be here in a minute, Phil.

We need to get you settled down. We're trying to look after you.

-I've got to go.

-He's tachycardic BP 90 systolic.

Let's get some cannulas in him.

His abdomen's rigid. It could be he's got a stomach full of blood.

Let's get the FAST scanner over here, please!

I'll bleep the surgeons. I'll let CT know we might be needing them.

Get some fluids in him, and let's aim to keep his systolic at 90.

-We'll need to cross-match six units.

-Yeah, I'm on it.

Pulse getting more thready. BP 70 over 40.

He'll never make it to the scanner.

Dylan, he needs to be in theatre now.

-I'm losing his pulse. He's arrested.

-Hang in there, Phil.

Start compressions, and bag him.

-MONITOR ALARMS BEEP

-Come on, Phil!

Dad, wake up!

TYRES SCREECH

CAR HORNS BEEP

-You OK?

-Am I OK?

OK, he's been down for 30 minutes. I think we should stop.

-We should get him to theatre.

-He got here too late, Fletch.

He's got nothing left to fight with.

We're trying to resuscitate a corpse here.

-I'm calling it.

-Agreed.

I SAID I'm calling it.

Time of death, 8.45.

-You OK?

-Yeah.

OK. Let's retain his clothes and property, please?

I'll give the police and the coroner the heads up.

There's all this.

I want to tell his son when he gets here.

No, I'll tell the relative. I made the call.

How about a kiss goodbye?

-What are you doing here?

-Thought I'd get to the shops early.

Georgia, how are you?

-Tony, you still on for poker tonight?

-Course. Wouldn't miss it.

See you then.

And you, you're coming with me. I'll drop you at the shops.

It's alright, Harry, you don't have to do that.

No, I just...

Dad, you're exhausted. Remember, straight home to bed.

It's not going to kill her to walk a few feet.

And it's not going to kill me to drive her.

Besides, I know some short cuts.

-Go on, say it.

-I've got nothing to say.

You're wondering how I could face a relative

without doing everything I possibly could.

Well?

I DID everything I possibly could.

Respect my decision, please.

Ready?

You OK?

It's, just, you look a bit...

No, I'm...I'm fine, thanks, Harry.

Come on, it's me. What's up?

The baby hasn't moved all night.

-Maybe it's sleeping.

-That's like something Tony would say.

Sorry.

No, you're probably right. Me over-reacting as usual.

But I can't help...

I lied about going shopping. I'm getting the bus to the hospital.

I need to know he's OK.

Pull over, Harry. Just drop me at the next bus stop.

Put your sounds on and close your eyes.

I'm driving you there.

-What are you doing? That was 1.03.

-We need to talk.

Get back in that water and break a minute.

You're about to become a father. Am I about to lose my coach?

I'm up at 5:00am, six days a week just for you.

But when the baby's born, you won't be able to.

This is my livelihood. I'm not throwing it all away

just because I'll be a father. I can't afford to.

But how do I know this isn't ending?

You'll to have to trust me. Get back in the water.

Make me.

-You're a very naughty girl.

-Would you like to see how naughty?

What I want to see are faster lap times.

SHE LAUGHS

Are you alright?

What about the baby?

He's kicking! I can feel him kicking!

It must have woken him up.

Where are we?

You know the fags and lighter the old man gave me?

Sorry. The police need all his belongings just in case.

-Not for me, they're for his son. He wants to bury them with his dad.

-Oh, OK. It shouldn't be a problem.

Can you imagine missing out on all that time together?

You look tired. Get a coffee.

I was up most of the night with the youngest.

I would've probably given her a fag

if I thought it would help her sleep.

Look, I'm really sorry about earlier in resus.

You've got nothing to apologise for.

-Have you ever smoked?

-No,

but I can breathe fire if I need to.

-Now that I'd like to see.

-I doubt it.

Bet it comes out your ears and your nose?

Just like the hot air that comes out of your mouth.

-So, about the other night...

-What happened the other night?

-Nothing?

-Sounds good to me.

Great. Well, that's sorted then.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr Zoe Hannah.

Do you have an appointment?

-An appointment?

-Do you need treatment?

I just need to... My son, he...

About a month ago, a rock concert...

His name is Danny Phelan.

His name WAS Danny...

No, his name is Danny Phelan.

Did he die in the crush?

No.

He died here.

SIREN BLARES

-You all right?

-Harry's trapped in the car!

Are you Georgia, the lady that rang us?

-How many months pregnant are you, sweetheart?

-Seven and a half.

You've got to hurry. What if it explodes or something?

-Can you feel the baby kicking?

-He's fine. I'm fine.

-What's his name?

-Harry.

-Harry. OK, let's move these.

Harry! Hang on, mate.

OK, watch yourself.

I'm Jeff, mate, I'm a paramedic. Can you remember what happened?

I can't remember.

Arghhh! My leg!

OK, let's give you something for the pain.

Can you immobilize his neck for us please, and get us some O2, Tamzin?

Tamzin?

Well, don't be scared, it's just a big fat cow.

That's not a cow, Jeff.

-Don't turn your back on it.

-Well, why not?

The reason it's standing like that

is to show us how big and powerful it is.

-We need to make sure it doesn't charge us.

-Charge us?!

We have to let it know we're not scared

by making ourselves as big as possible.

We need to make it back away.

Whoa, whoa! Just take over there for me, will you?

Back behind now. I'll take over there.

Behind the hay barrels, please. Just get back, please.

Jeff, don't be stupid! Jeff, that's a bull!

Yeah, I know that, thanks.

Can you just crack on with that for me? Thank you.

One step closer and one of us is going to be in serious trouble here.

Jeff!

Come on, come on!

-Jeff!

-Go on! Get away! Get away!

Jeff!

Excuse me, Doctor Hannah, sorry to interrupt.

Remember the crush at the rock concert a few weeks back?

Danny Phelan, the 18 year-old who died. His father's here.

-Why? What does he want?

-Sam, do you mind?

I don't know what he wants. But he wants to speak to you.

OK, well take him to the relative's room and I'll be there in five.

-Are you crazy?

-What?

-Think about it.

-He's looking for someone to blame.

-You don't know that.

I'm just saying, whatever you do, don't apologise.

I did and look where it got me - a GMC hearing.

Yeah, but he's grieving.

And I feel for him. But people can be clever.

And careers can be ruined.

Zoe, RTC.

OK. And tell him I'll be there as soon as I can.

Come on, Sheena!

Once she's had the baby, it's just you and me, isn't it?

-Can you please just concentrate?

-Isn't it?

You know it is. But we still have to be careful.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Sorry, sorry. I can't hear you. Hold on.

Is she OK?

OK, I'll come straight away. Thank you. Sheena, we have to go! Come on!

-What? Hold on!

-Sheena! Come on!

Sheena!

This is Harry Jordan. He's 42 years old, fell asleep at the wheel.

Drove his taxi off the road into a hill

and then into a bull fight only to be saved by...

A very stupid man.

-Oh, we need to take a look at YOU.

-I'm not going to leave...

Could you get a wheelchair, please?

Facial injuries from the airbag. Query dislocation right hip.

Pulse of 120, BP 145/75 losing sensation of his right leg.

We've given him 10 mg of morphine and a bag of saline.

-Airways clear.

-Did you black out?

No, I don't think so.

OK, sit back there. Let's have a look at that cut.

So what's this about a bull and a very stupid man?

-Couldn't be you, could it?!

-You know how it is.

-A man's got to do what a man's gotta...

-Shut up, Jeff.

-Tell you later.

Try and keep it on. It's helping you breathe.

Make sure she's OK. And the baby.

SHE COUGHS

You OK?

Sheena, the phone call.

Your dad and Georgia have been in a car crash.

What? Help me up. SHE WINCES AND GROANS

Doctor Hannah? That guy, Don Phelan?

Oh sorry, Louise, I've been distracted.

He's still in reception when you've got a minute.

You want me to tell him you're on your way?

Yeah. Give him my apologies.

I mean, I don't mean apologise on my behalf.

Just, you know...

Right, Harry, you've got a traumatic posterior dislocation of the hip.

So, basically, when your knee hit the dashboard

it pushed your leg backwards.

Yeah, well, can you pop it back in?

It's probably best to leave it up to Orthopaedics to do in theatre.

When can I drive again?

HE BREATHES HEAVILY

My daughter's going to kill me.

-No, it's fine.

-Going to get someone to check you out.

Hi, excuse me, I got a call about my wife, Georgia Saddler.

-She's pregnant. She was in a taxi.

-And my dad was driving. Are they all right?

-What's your father's name?

-Harry Jourdan.

You need to get someone to look at her as well.

-She had a bad fall in the swimming pool. Her name's Sheena.

-I'm fine.

I'm just stiff, that's all.

Lloyd, can you take Mr Saddler to his wife, Georgia, in CDU, please?

-This way, mate.

-Thanks.

Tony?

Look, I need to go and see my wife, OK?

It'll only take a second to book you in.

-Just take me to see my dad, OK?

-Sue, could you?

Look, I just want to talk to Doctor Hanna.

-HE GASPS

-Are you OK?

Can we get some help here, please?

This is Mr Saddler.

-Hey.

-I'm fine... You're all wet.

What were you doing out there? I thought you were going to the shops.

I was worried about him. I wanted another scan.

You should have told me. I'd have taken you.

Listen, you need to take good care of my wife and my baby, please.

Believe it or not, that is exactly what we try and do here.

I'd be grateful for a bit more information than that.

-Right, what would you like to know?

-This is Dr Dylan Keogh.

He's one of our senior doctors and your wife is in very good hands.

Your baby's fine. Can we keep her under observation

for another couple of hours, please, to be on the safe side?

-Why don't you come with me to get a dry set of clothes?

-No, I'm OK.

Otherwise, we could have another patient on our hands.

Are you OK?

That's the sweetest kiss he's given me in months.

HE YELPS

Oh, I'm OK, love.

Just a bit wet.

Sheena, I'm not...not going to be able to drive OK for a while.

The car's a write-off.

What do you expect me to do? Just give up?

I'm going to carry on swimming and I'm going to look after you.

-Who are you?

-I'm the nurse who wants to check you out.

-In your dreams.

-Sorry, that's... That's not how it was meant.

-Is this going somewhere?

-Hopefully to a cubicle.

-I'm going to see how Georgia is, OK?

-Harry...

If a nurse thinks you need some treatment...

Do you really think I need YOU to tell me what to do?

You do want to be able to swim again, though, don't you?

OK, I need a chest X-ray, FBCs, U&E's LFT and venous blood gas.

What's that BM stick telling us?

-Three.

-Three. OK.

Well, Mr Phelan,

your glucose levels are very low.

HE GASPS I just want to see Doctor Hanna.

I, er, treated your son at the concert.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Please, when can I see her?

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Here you go.

Great, thanks. Cheers.

-You OK?

-Yeah, just, er, wet trousers, you know.

It was a close call today.

The Man's obviously got a bigger plan.

Yeah.

Better let you get changed.

Actually...

I was hoping you might be able to give me

a bit of man-to-man medical advice.

Has anything like this ever happened before?

I'm fine.

Have you been sleeping?

Have you eaten?

Why did you come here today?

I just didn't know where else to go.

Can I get a glass of water, please?

Yes, of course, I'll get you one.

Who's in the cubicle with Sam?

Don Phelan.

OK.

Oh, ow!

OK, OK, all right.

You two are quite fit. What's your name?

Does your dad know that you carry on like this?

Does your wife know that you ogle other women?

You're a girl, not a woman.

Can he talk to me like that?

Someone has to.

Cheeky. I like it.

What's your event?

100-metre front crawl.

I used to do the 100-metre fly.

Packed it in after my GCSEs.

I can hit a low 57 when I'm on form.

Ever thought about coaching?

No.

OK, let's X-ray to rule out a pneumothorax.

Told you there was nothing wrong with me.

But I'm pretty sure you've broken your collarbone -

and cracked a few ribs.

I'm going to go sort out your X-rays.

Everything's going to be OK.

I just hate hospitals, that's all.

Well, I hate swimming pools, so that puts us about even.

-Oh, sorry.

-Thank you, Lloyd.

Just got these trainers for you.

That's a shade of yellow

that wouldn't look out of place in a tarte au citron. Um...

Let's call it what it is, shall we?

I know what it is.

What I want to know is how it's come back.

Um, OK, when it was previously diagnosed,

did you tell your sexual partners?

My sexual partner is my wife.

Well, did you tell your wife?

No, she wasn't told, which means she wasn't treated,

which presumably means she's re-infected you. Um...

OK, you should know that one of the dangers of gonorrhoea in pregnancy

is blindness in the baby.

-I thought there was only a risk if she's having a natural birth.

-Yes?

But we've decided to have a C-section.

Meaning a longer recovery time and more pain.

Does she know why you've convinced her to go along with your plan?

Look, would you want your wife knowing

that you had a one-night stand on a stag weekend in Prague?

What was it you said to me? "Take good care of my wife and my baby."

That's what I'm trying to do. If she found out about this it would destroy her.

Anyway, you guys are bound by patient confidentiality, right?

'So what? Now you're saying I should apologise?'

-Not apologise necessarily.

-Well, which one is it, Sam?

Because right now I'm supposed to be analysing

our quality indicator performance and medical staff rotas, OK?

-What is it with you today?

-What's that supposed to mean?

I know you're busy, but please just talk to him.

It's like you said,

I don't want to leave myself open to accepting liability.

-Ignore what I said and stop avoiding him.

-I'm not...

-Zoe, your hip injury patient - he can't feel his leg.

-Oh.

-So we shouldn't tell her?

-No.

We should let her give birth to a blind baby?

Cos that's what we do -

we sabotage young life before it's had a chance to flourish(!)

-Of course she needs to know.

-But exactly.

-But it's not for you to tell her.

-So YOU'RE going to tell her, are you?

No, her husband is.

I think...Mr Yellow Peril

has already made his position quite clear.

-To you, yes. But not to me.

-Tess, with all due respect...

-Well, I've made her re-think a C-section.

-Did you? How?

Anyway, this is much harder.

We agreed. We decided it was for the best.

-I know, but I was talking to the midwife...

-What midwife?

Can I have a word, please?

My wife was having a C-section before you decided to mess with her head.

-She's young, healthy, she wants...

-She doesn't know what she wants.

-And she certainly doesn't have what it takes.

-Do you mind if I interject?

We are talking about the same woman? One who climbed out of a crashed car

-to tackle a bull, is it? You moron!

-Dylan, please.

I don't know why I'm speaking to you.

Mr Saddler, I don't think you understand the implications of this.

You're asking your wife to go through major abdominal surgery

which she neither needs or wants.

A planned C-section doesn't protect your baby

from the risk of blindness if your wife goes into labour prematurely.

And the STI could bring on premature labour, as could the car crash.

If your baby is born prematurely,

then it significantly increases the risk to your baby and your wife.

Are you serious?

This is your last opportunity to do the right thing.

So what was all that about, then?

HE MUTTERS

OK, Sam... Nice and steady...

(Help me. Stop...)

-It's the ketamine talking.

-He's dissociated.

Let's give him another milligram of midazolam, Linda.

HE MUTTERS

HE YELLS

There you go.

Thanks.

I haven't got any money with me. Can my dad pay you later?

Yeah, it's fine, just help yourself.

He's going to be all right, isn't he?

-You do love your dad, don't you?

-Of course I do. Why do you ask me that?

Well, it's just that you... Well, you treat him like...

Like what?

-Like you're the boss.

-Well, someone has to.

-What about your mum?

-She was the boss.

And then she died. So that's that.

I'm sorry about that.

Do you want a drink?

Yeah, because that's going to make everything better, isn't it(?)

Sorry.

You looking for someone?

My coach. He just...always knows how to cheer me up, that's all.

Anyway, can't keep Dr Dishy waiting.

So you managed to tame our swimmer?

She's not as tough as she thinks. But she's not had it easy, though.

-You all right there, Lloyd?

-Some people.

-Who? Dylan?

-What? No, I'm talking about Mr Olympic Swimming Coach.

He won't tell his pregnant wife he's got an STI.

Gonorrhoea, man. Baby blindness.

What is it with people?

Listen, go outside and get some air. Count to ten.

Are you OK?

How soon can you test me? And when will I know?

We'll test you right away. We'll know tomorrow.

How long does the treatment take to work to get rid of it?

You don't know you have it yet.

We'll give you a single dose of antibiotics.

It should take about a week.

You made me think that having a caesarean

was the choice of a sophisticated woman.

But this was the real reason, wasn't it?

To hide your dirty little secret!

What about YOUR secret? You knew I didn't want to have a kid,

but you still came off the pill - I saw the box in the bin.

-You must think I'm awful?

-No. Come on, sit down.

As soon as I stopped swimming, I just disappeared for him.

I sometimes think the reason he married me

was just to reassure me I still mattered.

You used to be a swimmer?

Yeah. I was good, too. Not as good as Sheena, but...

Was Tony your coach?

No pneumothorax, but a couple of cracked ribs

and a fractured clavicle. She'll need plenty of pain relief

to make sure she can take proper breaths

and to avoid a chest infection.

-Fletch?

-Yeah.

Listen. Tom, it's just a hunch but...

what if she had an STI - like gonorrhoea?

It's not usually something you pick up in a swimming pool. Why?

I don't know. Look, I hope I'm wrong.

But it's just something she said about her coach.

Well, the symptoms are less obvious in women,

but the consequences are aggressive.

Sterility if it's left untreated.

-She's been doing that a lot?

-Yeah, I just put it down to the chlorine.

Could be.

-Think you can persuade her to let me have a look?

-Yeah.

-Fletch, her dad's been asking about her.

-OK.

Mr Phelan? I'm Dr Zoe Hanna.

How about your joints? Do they hurt?

I thought it was just from over-training.

Any blurred vision?

I think that's why I fell in the pool.

Um, this is sort of a personal question...

..but does it hurt when you pee?

OK. Do you want to get back on the bed for me?

It's OK.

-OK?

-Yeah.

Now, it's usually seen more in men than women,

but the combination of your symptoms

suggests a thing called Reiter's Syndrome.

-What's that? Is it bad? Is it going to stop me from swimming?

-No.

-HE SIGHS

-It's a condition that develops

in response to an infection in another part of the body.

The most common one is a sexually transmitted infection.

Like gonorrhoea.

-I'm a girl, remember?

-I know. It's OK. We're going to get it sorted.

I'll come back to see you in a minute, OK?

It was your coach, wasn't it?

-No.

-How old were you when it started?

It started cos I wanted it to.

I need to go to the toilet.

We call it a vasovagal. But basically you fainted.

Which is probably due to the fact that your formal

blood glucose count is four, which is low.

But I think that your symptoms are related to what happened to Danny.

I'd be happy to organise a grief counsellor for you.

It's hard to talk about, isn't it?

Even though it's all there is.

I just wanted to visit his final resting place...

..and meet the person who last cared for him.

I wanted to take her by the hand and ask...

why couldn't you save him?

Of all people why couldn't you just save HIM?

Bloods and the swab to the lab, please.

Do you know what makes me hopeful?

The fact that you hardly come near me any more.

Because surely that cuts down on the chances

of me catching this thing from you?

Doesn't it?

Um, well, decreased sexual activity...

Sorry, could we have some privacy, please?

OK...

Everything's going to be different from now on.

I'm giving up the private lessons.

Sheena can find someone else.

I still haven't asked you the obvious question, have I?

I'm giving it all up - the swimming, the weekends away. Everything.

Georgia...

This is a new beginning

for the three of us.

I swear. I promise you.

PHONE RINGS

I'm so sorry. It's probably another swimming call.

Good. Answer it. And then cancel it.

Hello?

Not now.

I can't.

OK, hang on.

I'll be back in a minute, OK?

-Tess, have you got any idea where Sheena's coach is?

-No. Why?

Do you know what? He doesn't half get around.

He's in a relationship with Sheena and he's given her gonorrhoea.

He obviously has a thing for young swimmers. He coached Georgia.

So who knows when that started?

He shouldn't be allowed to get away with this.

If this was my daughter...

If Sheena wants to do anything about it, it's her call. She's 16.

-She's a child.

-But in the eyes of the law she's a consenting adult.

But clearly not when it started.

If Georgia would just say something...

We can't force them...

He's got them wrapped around his little finger.

I've got to take Georgia up to obstetrics. You stay with Sheena.

What she needs now is support, not pressure.

-OK?

-Yeah.

Sheena, you all right in there? Sorry, love.

Listen, we need to talk!

Thanks for all your help.

Lloyd, can you let obstetrics know

-that Georgia Saddler is on her way up?

-OK.

-GEORGIA GASPS

-Ah.

Let's get her back into bed. OK, sweetheart.

-They know. About us. This nurse he said that...

-You told them?

-No.

-Then what are you talking about?

You gave me an STI.

-Have they tested you?

-No.

-Then they don't even know if you have it.

-I mean...

-Come here.

-Ow!

-They said...

-It doesn't matter what they said.

Can you not see what they're trying to do?

You said you'd finish with her.

You said you weren't doing it any more.

You promised me. You said we were going to...

Sheena, you're half my age.

Did you seriously think I was going to build a life with you?

What have we got in common? Swimming?

I'll tell them about us, about how old I was.

-Are you trying to destroy me?

-I'm trying to save us.

-Leave me alone!

It's a false alarm. It must be.

Try to keep calm. Take a deep breath with each contraction.

It'll help with the pain.

Please, do something to stop it. It can't be happening, it can't be.

Well, it is, and brilliant as we are, we can't stop nature - the head's engaged.

But he could be blind. What if he's blind?

We'll do everything we can to prevent that.

Do you want us to get your husband?

You OK?

Help, please get someone.

I don't want to be a secret. I want to be in your life.

Sheena, it's over.

Promise me you won't breathe a word to anybody.

If you finish with me, I'll tell her myself.

Mr Saddler!

Tony!

Tony, what are you doing? Where are you going?

Tony?

You're looking for me?

You're about to become a father.

SHE GASPS

Hey, baby, I'm here now. It's going to be OK.

How do you know? How could you possibly know?

You're fully dilated. Which means we're past the point of no return.

Make sure we've got a delivery pack. Somebody page Tom.

We need his paediatric experience.

Are you absolutely sure about this?

Yes.

It's just this way.

Out the way. Coming through.

This is where we treated Danny.

FAINT OVERLAPPING VOICES

I'm sorry. I thought I could, but...

SHE SCREAMS

When you feel a contraction I need you to push. Good.

Come on, Georgia! You can do it!

I can't do it. I'm going to lose him, I know I'm going to lose him!

-Husband, please?

-What?

-This is when she needs you,

your support and your encouragement.

Breathe, darling.

The woman that stood up to a bull this morning

can certainly give birth to a baby.

You can do it, Georgia.

They're right. Come on.

-SHE SCREAMS

-Now push, come on push!

Come on, push!

Mr Phelan, wait.

I shouldn't have come here today. It was a mistake.

-OK, it's OK.

-SHEENA GROANS

What's happened?

You all right? OK, where does it hurt?

Sheena, you all right? She's got a fractured clavicle.

Right, let's get her into resus, Fletch.

Hey, mate, can you give us a hand?

Come here, lean on me. Mate, hurry up.

Gently, lift her up. There we go.

-I've got her.

-Gently, gently.

-Thank you, Don, we've got it.

-What you doing out there anyway?

Sheena? Sheena, what happened?

-Can we have some oxygen?

-Yeah.

-That's it push, push with the contractions!

-SHE SCREAMS

-Need a hand?

-Yeah, she's got decreased breath sounds

on the right. It's a pneumothorax probably due to the fractured ribs.

Can you organise a chest X-ray, Sam? Get a chest drain, please, Linda.

And push, push, push.

There you go the baby wants to come out.

SHE SCREAMS

-Good.

-Good girl, good girl.

Her sats are dropping.

Forget the X-ray, Sam. Let's go straight for the drain.

Harry, she needs you, mate.

Sheena, you know what makes you a great swimmer?

Cos you're a fighter, yeah?

-Please, please show me that fight!

-It's all right, darling,

-there you go.

-OK, Sheena

this might sting a little bit.

Scalpel.

That's it push, push with the contractions that's it.

SHE SCREAMS

That's it,

there you go, the baby wants to come out.

GEORGIA PANTS

That's it.

Push, push...

Great, OK.

SHE PANTS

Nearly there.

One last big push, Georgia.

And push, push!

Good girl

there you go, there you go. Well done,

well done! Well done.

-Is he OK? Is he OK?

-It's a boy.

BABY CRIES

There you go.

Yeah, that should do it.

Right, OK, let's secure the tube.

You see?

I told you there was nothing to worry about, didn't I?

We need to take him to the Special Care Baby Unit. He's premature

-and there's still so much at risk...

-But his eyes look fine.

It's still too early to tell.

-Let me hold him.

-It's up to you.

I'm his father. Give him to me!

He's doing well.

Can she hold him for just for a little while longer?

OK.

-Sam, have you got it from here?

-Yeah, I got it.

-Start the suturing?

-Yeah.

Don, I'm so sorry that you got dragged in to all that...

You did that for Danny, didn't you?

You did everything you could.

I wish I could have done more,

I really do.

I'm so sorry.

I'm just glad it was somebody like you...

Thank you.

-You did really well. You should be proud of yourself.

-She's right.

Hey, you're just a bit upset. It's OK. We all are.

We've got plenty of time to hold him. We've got the rest of our lives.

Give me your hand.

Georgia, give me your hand!

I'm not sure now is the time.

I'm sorry, I'm getting a little bit tired of you.

-Just give her some space.

-You're a nurse, not her mother!

All right, mate, back off.

-I don't want you in my life.

-And now you've upset her.

-I'm not a child.

-Then stop acting like one!

You don't have to take that.

You need to mind your own bloody business!

-All right, mate. Do you want me to phone security?

-No.

No, I'm sorry.

We just all need to calm down...

Stop telling me what to do.

Can we find somewhere else for her please, somewhere private?

That's up to you, Georgia.

You've run my life, ever since I was 14...

..ever since you swore me to secrecy, cos I was too young.

I was 14, too...

I know.

Because as soon as you came along, he lost all interest in me.

Didn't you, Tony?

-You knew?

-Of course I knew!

-You think I'm that much of a fool?

-Georgia, this is fantasy.

She's little more than a girl.

Yeah, a girl,

with a sexually-transmitted infection. Thanks to you.

And then you did this to me...

Harry, this is lies.

You've have to believe me. Harry, you know me,

-you know what I'm like.

-I thought I knew you. I thought...!

You held me at Laura's funeral...

Security, please?

There you go.

Thank you.

Thanks, Fletch

Go on, before she goes. Tell her.

He's right. You might not get another chance.

Georgia...

I'm really sorry...

about everything.

That makes it all right, does it?

Georgia?

Can I babysit?

Can I help?

Ready?

Hey,

you're still my little girl.

Yeah? It's about time I started looking after you.

That's the least I owe your mum.

He'll be OK.

Whether he can see me or not, he'll be OK.

Because I love him and he's mine

and he's beautiful

and that's all there is to it.

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