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CAR ALARM BLEEPS
You can't park it there, Fletch, mate.
CAR ALARM CONTINUES
You're having a heart attack.
Try not to worry. We're going to send you up to the cardiac catheter lab,
where they're going to do an angiogram.
I'm sure we've caught it in time. Good luck. Is it raining then?
Oh! It's going to be such a busy night!
I've cleaned that!
Have you indeed!
Perhaps you should try wringing out your mop properly. You're creating a public health hazard.
Mm! Your face is a public health hazard!
Ye-e-e-ah! Come on!
Ye-e-e-ah! Come on!
Eh, me hat!
Eh! I don't want your dirty feet all over it!
-A simple "thank you" would suffice.
-Thank you for what?
-Are you on drugs or something?
-No. Why, have you got some?
Clear off, or I'll give you a crack! Big as you are!
3006 to Control. Received. We're on our way.
Let's hope it's not a wild goose chase this time!
Nose bleeds can be very frightening, Jeff.
-He wants to stop pick his bugle then.
-I thought he was lovely.
-You're joking! He's old enough to be your granddad.
-I love an older man, me, Jeff.
Handsome, rugged, experienced.
You know, sort of guy who's got nothing to prove.
-Aren't you missing Dix?
She'll be having a wild wail of a time. She's ended up with Norman.
This is Jason. He's 28 years and three months old and he awoke to find his basement flat
submerged under approximately two metres of water.
He's hypothermic with a temperature of 34.
Other obs normal. Nonetheless, I AM concerned about him because whenever I ask him a question,
or indeed, say anything at all, he falls asleep.
-We'll take good care of him. Thank you, Norman.
-Call it a freak storm.
I would argue that it's an entirely natural symptom of global warming.
Thought you might. Thank you, Noel.
Of course, there are two competing theories for the recent global warming trend.
The first theory - the generally accepted one...
Excuse me, Norman...
'..Female hit by flying debris. Patient conscious with head and shoulder injuries.'
Message received. Over.
That reminds me. An old lady was found dead in our street.
She'd been dead for weeks. None of the neighbours thought to knock on her door to ask how she was.
But you're one of her neighbours. Didn't you think to ask her?
Hey, you! I didn't even know her. Don't start blaming me!
..I'll tell you what's suspicious about him.
He stamped on my hat and now he's watching my house!
That's all we need!
One espresso for you and a cappuccino for me.
You can't stand there!
Did you hear what I said? YOU CANNOT...
Look. It ain't personal. We're instrumenting a new queuing system, right?
So, you are obstructing the queue.
I don't take orders from you.
However, I will move if Noel says I am in the way.
-Noel, am I in the way?
Well, erm, maybe just a little bit...
I just think you could have been a bit more tactful, that's all.
That WAS me being tactful.
It's me. The maniac.
-Don't worry, pops. I've called for help.
-Get out of my house!
-You haven't got a house, not any more, mate.
Yeah! Serves you right!
Are you with anyone at the moment?
-What's it got to do with you, Jeff?
-I don't know. Just being nosey.
-Far as I can tell, I'm with you.
In the dark. In the countryside. In the middle of a hurricane.
-Yeah, quite exciting, isn't it? In a "phantom hitchhiker" kind of way.
Stop, please! You've got to help us.
-She's screaming. He's going to kill her!
-Who's going to kill who?
Dad's going to kill Mum. Please, you've got to do something!
Let's get you out of this wind and rain and into the ambulance, OK?
Sleeping on the job now, are we?
-Just get out of my office, will you?
-Office? It's a cupboard.
And what's more, it not yours. You approximated it!
-I think you mean "appropriate".
-We need fresh linen.
Yes, and I will get it when I'm good and ready!
I've heard there's a porter's job going at Bristol Royal. They're looking for dependability,
willingness to follow instructions, physical fitness and a caring and sympathetic nature.
-And your point?
-There's not a single thing on that list that applies to you.
-Is that all you gotta say? Ain't you got no pride in yourself?
Don't you dare talk to me about pride! I was fighting in the Falklands before you were ever born!
I heard you were in the catering corps.
I heard your dumplings sank more British soldiers than the Argentine Fleet.
I was in a mortar platoon! And they...
Do you know what? You are a very rude and insensitive young woman!
And you're fat!
Look. Dad is trying to kill mum. We heard her screaming!
-Sorry, hun. It looks like you've broken it.
-Where do you live, girls?
-It's only five minutes away.
Helden House? Isn't that where we were going?
-OK, the police are on their way. We call another ambulance and take these two in.
-No way. Either take us home right now or we're not going anywhere!
-Maybe they're right!
How can I calm down? Weren't you listening? Our mum's going to die!
-I don't want to be rescued!
-Darling, you are going to hospital.
Take me back inside! Now see what you've done!
Don't worry about the old fella, sweetheart. I think he's in a lot of pain.
Right, do you want to get inside for me?
-I don't want him in here with me!
-Tell you what I think, shall I? That lad's just saved your life.
Don't be daft! He was trying to rob me!
And now you're trying to freeze me to death in a hurricane!
Actually, the term "hurricane" refers to tropical storms originating in the North Atlantic or North Pacific.
So although this storm may indeed boast winds of hurricane intensity,
it isn't a hurricane unless it meets those criteria.
Er, Dylan? We have a lorry overturned on the motorway. Two casualties, one critical.
-We need to make some room in here.
-OK. I'll see what I can do.
-This is Mr Morgan.
-OK. Hello, Mr Morgan.
I see you have a suspected fracture of the tibia.
Oh, you can read, can you? Well, that's a start, I suppose.
Right, can you tell me, does it hurt anywhere else?
Apart from there, obviously. OK. Right can you tell me where you are?
Yes. I'm in Holby City Hospital, talking to a fella with a face like a fish.
Right, he might be hallucinating.
We need to rule out the possibility of a head injury.
I am a little bit concerned about the soreness in his tummy. Can we get a head and chest CT?
Can we keep him on half hourly neuros? And let me know as soon as his CT results come back. Thank you.
-Better luck next time then.
-Who is this?
Mr Jones, I believe you've been gone too long?
It's a joke.
Right, can you tell me how you hurt your head?
I went into his house to rescue him and a window blew in on me.
Ah, well done, love! Nice there's young people like you...
-Do you mind?
-He was probably trying to rob me!
-Oh! The lad was trying to help ya!
-Who are you? His granny?
-That's enough from everybody. Thank you.
Before I was so rudely interrupted, I don't see any clinical reason why Mr Jones is in resus.
Can you tell me what he is doing here?
He saved the guy's life. Thought they might want to be together?
I think we've established that they DON'T. Can you move him to cubicles, please?
I don't think this is a good idea.
JEFF: Now you tell us!
What are you talking about? Mum could be bleeding to death in there for all we know.
What's happened to the lights?
Gets better and better, don't it!
-Jeff, I can go in if you want?
-Nah, you're all right.
Do me a favour though, will you? Turn this thing around.
If you see me come running out, get us out of here sharpish, OK?
I think I'm going to be sick.
I think he's dead.
No, he's not dead.
But it looks as if he's had a hell of a whack though.
-Is he your husband?
-What's his name, love?
Gray? Gray. Gray, can you hear me?
All right. What's happened here?
It's just your daughters said he attacked you? Is that right?
-You found my daughters?
-Yeah, yeah. They're fine.
Oh, thank God!
Have you not got your pager on? I've got a Mr Morgan in resus.
-He needs a trip to the CT.
-Why is it always me? That's what I want to know.
-Well, you know what they say, "any porter in a storm".
-I mean it!
The way you lot treat me, sometimes I feel like an errand boy.
Sorry, mate, but ain't that what being a porter's all about, a errand boy?
Mind you, if you don't like it, you could retrain - beauty therapist or an international catwalk model.
-Have you ever thought of retraining, say as a comedian?
Hello, Mr Morgan.
-We're taking you for your scan now.
-Don't patronise me.
I'm sorry I spoke.
-I worked in a hospital for 40 years.
The same job as that fella.
-was a porter in St James's.
Ooh? Early '80s.
Finlay Morgan! Snapper!
Ah, mate! It's brilliant! It's me, Mac!
-You two know each other?
-Yeah! Yeah, Snapper taught me!
You know what? It's so nice to see you after all this time. It's really made my day.
Look, we're not on This Is Your Life, you know.
-Me house just fell on me. I'm not in the mood.
Maybe we should, erm...
Oh, careful, darling!
-We thought you were dead!
-Well, I'm not! So you can stop worrying.
Hey, you! Don't I get a cuddle?
JEFF: Watch your backs.
What happened to him?
Your Dad lost his temper and he tried to attack me, OK?
But I didn't mean to hurt him, yeah?
I had to stop him from hurting me.
Maria? It looks like Siana's broken her ankle. We're going to take her in with your husband. Come on.
-What if he wakes up?
-Even if he does, he's in no state to harm anyone. I'll be with you the whole way, OK?
The police are on their way, and there's another ambulance for you and Maddy. Just sit tight.
-Thanks for everything. I mean it!
-That's all right.
Maddy, get in the car!
Well, it's, er...nice to see you.
Let's hope it's not 20 years before the next time, eh?
-It's a small world, isn't it?
You and Big Mac bumping into each other again.
-Best porter I ever trained.
Yeah, he's a great bloke.
mopping the floor.
Me and the lads thought the world of him. So did the patients.
-So how come you were so grumpy with him then?
-Fletch, can you go and get Dylan, please?
-As fast as you can!
-It's all right, Mr Morgan.
His obs are OK, but I don't like the way he's sweating.
Nor do I. Disgusting, isn't it? Shall we wake him up?
-Nathan, wake up, mate. Doctor's here to see you.
-Sorry. I must have nodded off.
-Mr Jones, how are you feeling now?
-That's to be expected.
I think the best thing to do now is to go home and get plenty of rest...
You're sending me home?
Yes, I think you're well enough to go home. We're a little short of beds this evening, with the storm.
What about that cough?
Is he a smoker?
-Then he's earned it.
-Shouldn't we give him a chest X-ray?
-Why do you think he needs an X-ray?
-It's just a feeling.
-I deal in facts, not feelings.
Dylan, you're needed in resus, mate!
You're doing well, Mr Morgan.
It's triple A. Can we bleep the vascular SPR on take, please?
And let's increase the cross match to 10 units..
What's going on?
Sorry to tell you, Mr Morgan, you have an abdominal aortic aneurysm.
That's okay, fish face.
What it means is that the large artery that runs from your chest to your belly
has developed a weakness. It's ballooning out at that point.
I know what a triple A is!
You'll also know it could rupture at any moment and you might die.
-We need to get you to surgery.
-No? No, what?
-No, thank you.
I'd prefer to die a long, lingering death,
thereby causing your staff the most inconvenience possible.
-You're refusing surgery?
-Oh, he's quick, isn't he?
Your death may not be long and lingering.
You could arrest at any moment.
-We wouldn't be able to resuscitate you.
-I don't want to be resuscitated.
-Do you know what you're saying?
-I'm saying, "Do not resuscitate."
It's very simple.
-You want to save my life and I'm telling you, it's not worth saving.
-..I would urge you to think of your family.
-And how'd they feel?
-They wouldn't give a toss. Haven't seen any of 'em for years.
He seems to have made up his mind.
Why don't you leave it with me. I know someone who could to talk him.
-Oh. Big Mac! You're needed.
What little treat have you got in store for me this time?
Laundry? X-ray? Or perhaps a jolly little trip to the morgue?
No, actually, it's about your friend Snapper.
-What about him?
-He has an aneurism and he's refusing treatment.
-We wondered if you could talk to him?
-I could try, but I don't think he likes me.
I'm not convinced he likes anyone.
But he did say that you were the best porter he ever trained.
-Really? He said that?
PLAYFUL SHOUTING AND LAUGHTER
-What have you got for me, Jeff?
This is Gray Eldon.
He has got a large haematoma to the back of his head, loss of blood.
We gave him fluids at the scene.
Police have been involved but someone needs to get on to social services.
The guy has had a go at his wife and she's done him with a bat before he can do any damage.
-Charlie, where do you want Siana? Possible broken ankle.
-CDU, for the moment.
Right. Do you know what you're going to say?
I think so.
You think so?!
I can't do this alone, Maddy.
It's an undisplaced fracture of the distal fibula. Tess.
Which means we should be able to fix it right here...
How did you do this, Siana?
I woke up and I heard Mum screaming and I thought Dad was killing her.
I tried to run for help. But it was dark and I tripped and twisted my ankle.
-And then that's when Maddy found me.
-Must have been very frightening for both of you.
-This is Maria.
-Siana's mum. And this is her sister, Maddy.
-Charlie, would you check Maddy over? Give her a full head-to-toe, please.
Er, you maybe, but let's just make sure.
-There's nothing wrong with me!
Let's just pop you in this bed here.
But I don't understand. Why do you want to throw your life away, man?
I haven't got a life. Not any more.
-What the hell does that mean?
-What do you think it means?
I lost the thing that meant most to me in all the whole world.
-Not your missus?
They made me redundant, didn't they?
I'm sorry, mate.
Being a porter. You understand what that means.
I tried to get another job portering but everyone said I was too old.
So it was downhill from there.
I lost my friends. Lost my family.
-In the end, I lost ME.
-It can't be that bad, surely?
It is as bad as that!
You don't know about it!
When you're young, it's like living in a building with all the lights blazing out of the windows.
But as you get old, those lights go out, one by one.
Until you're left living down in the basement with a solitary candle!
Maybe you don't understand that, being a man who's always been the life and soul of the party.
BIG MAC LAUGHS
What parties that, Snap? I don't get invited to any parties. Ask Linda.
Ask her how popular I am. Now, see...
You are working really hard
at not being popular by me. I'm unpopular without trying!
-No, no, no! It's true.
But as far as I can see, the only difference between you and me is
-I don't sit around on my backside feeling sorry for myself.
You want to see people with real problems? Have a look around you, mate.
-Nurse, get him out of here.
-He's only trying to help.
Get him out.
No, tell Mr Morgan I'm not going anywhere till he comes to his senses.
Maria, the police phoned, wondering where you and Maddy had got to?
I'm sorry. We didn't want to be alone at the house after what happened.
Of course. Anyway, they want you to know they're on their way.
You really shouldn't have driven with this arm.
Looks like you've fractured your wrist.
My husband attacked me with a baseball bat.
-But I managed to get the bat off him.
-You hit him in self-defence, yeah?
Excuse me a moment.
Charlie, how's Maddy doing?
Generally, seems fine.
But her BP is 130 over 90. Heart rate's 130.
-Any news on my husband?
-I'll find out for you.
-Siana, we don't know that.
-I do! He woke up in the ambulance and started talking.
Your CT scan shows that your neck's clear.
There's no intracranial bleed, but there is a significant fracture to the base of your skull.
-How did it happen?
-Well, don't you know?
-Your wife claimed you attacked her.
-That's a lie!
She said you attacked her, you forced her to protect herself and you got a crack on the head.
-And you actually believe that?
-If you wife claims you assaulted her and your daughters support the story,
what do you expect us to believe?
Can you give him another 2.5 of morphine and keep him on 15-minute neuro obs.
Mind your arm.
-Yeah, let's get him back on his feet so he can go home and have another crack at his wife.
-Whatever he's supposed to have done, right now he's our responsibility.
-I don't have to like him, do I?
No, you don't have to like him. But you do have to be professional.
-Where do you think you're going?
-No, no, I need you to stay calm!
-I need to speak to her.
-BIG MAC: Everything all right here?
Now, are you going to give me problems, Gray?
BIG MAC: Linda? I would like to make Mr Morgan an offer?
Are you listening?
Can you tell him that I promise faithfully if he has this operation,
I will look after him and get him back on his feet?
Like he did for me when I came out of the army and he trained me to be a porter.
Tell him I don't want charity. Well, tell him!
He doesn't want charity.
Who said anything about charity, Snapper? I'd be repaying a debt.
His BP's dropping fast.
Mr Morgan, I really must try and convince you to have this operation?
I'll give my consent...
on, on, on...
on one condition.
-That Mac sings for me.
-Aw, come on! Stop playing silly beggars.
Sing us that song for me that you used to sing...
for all the nurses.
Er... Oh, right. Erm... Hm!
# See you
# In my dreams
# Hold you in my dreams
# Someone took you
BOTH: # Out of my arms
# Still I feel
# The thrill of your charms
# Eyes that once were mine
# Tender eyes that shine
# They will light
# My way tonight
# I'll see you in my dreams. #
-Oh, he's gone in PEA.
-No, no, no! We can't resuscitate him, Linda.
He was absolutely adamant about it.
What? No, no, no!
No, no! He just said "yes" to the surgery!
-But not to be resuscitation. Has he, Linda? No.
You're just going to let him die?
-If he's arrested it means, almost certainly, his aneurism has ruptured...
-No, no, no!
-I'll do it myself!
-Big Mac, you can't!
-You just watch me!
-Mac, I appreciate you mean well, but this is not in his best interest in the long run.
If someone comes in, they have taken an overdose, we try to save them! What's the difference?
HEART MONITOR BEEPS
-You all right, mate?
I can't breathe!
Charlie, any change?
Yes. Heart rate's down to 122. BP's at 120 over 80.
That's more like it.
TESS: We should have paid the bill, Charlie.
Sorry, all my fault.
No, you shouldn't be in here!
I need to speak to my wife.
Charlie, get security!
-Why are you making up stories about me?
-We'll discuss it later. Now leave, Gray.
We'll discuss it as soon as this mad cow admits I didn't touch her!
TESS: It's going to be OK.
-OK, you didn't touch me. Now go!
-You're insane. You ought to be sectioned?
You're the one that's made me that way.
And you're doing exactly the same thing to the girls.
All right! Pack it in!
-If this is how you behave in front of witnesses, God only knows what you're like in private.
What's it got to do with you? Are you a social worker? No.
You don't need to be a social worker to see how you're damaging those children.
Ah, that's perfect(!)
Where are we going?
-As far away from those two as we can get.
-How are we going to get anywhere?
-You're crazy. You can't drive.
-I can! Uncle Kevin taught me!
-Uncle Kevin can't drive!
-Listen! This is the plan, right!
We go home.
We pack some bags and we take the money Mum hides in her bottom drawer.
Why are you crying?
-I'm not crying.
-Maddy? Can't we just go back?
You go back if you want! I don't have a choice.
What does that mean?
It means I'm leaving.
Right? And I'm never coming back.
So, who do you want to stay with?
Or Mum and Dad?
-OK, sir. Move along now.
I must have nodded off...
Shouldn't you be home in bed?
I just wanted to hang around until I know the old fella's all right.
I saved his life. You know what they say?
Save a life and you've got to keep it safe forever.
Is that right? And there was me thinking you had nowhere else to go.
How d'you know that?
Takes one to know one, love.
-Not any more.
But I have been though.
Used to sleep on floors. Now I sweep 'em.
I suppose it's progress of a kind.
Come on. Let's go and have a cuppa.
Chocolate or crisps?
What's with the coin, love?
This is my lucky 10p. I never make a decision without it.
What's lucky about it?
It always leads me to a bed for the night.
Except tonight, I don't know what went wrong.
First, I thought the old man was going to give me a bed,
but then his house blew down.
Then I thought they'd give me a hospital bed and they discharged me!
Can I have a look at that a minute?
Ah! What you d...? No! Me lucky 10p!
The only lucky thing about that coin is that you can spend it!
What did you do that for? How am I going to decide my future now?
You're the one who decides your future. Not some lump of metal.
Oh, stop acting up! Here, have 50p! You've made a profit.
OK, mate. Try not to worry. Grab a porter, would you?
I'm not your "mate". And I'm not going anywhere until I know that my daughters are safe!
Mr and Mrs Eldon?
I'm sorry. I'm afraid we still haven't managed to locate the girls.
You mean you've lost them?
Obviously, we're doing everything we can to track them down.
I'm still trying to work out how the staff of a supposedly reputable hospital mislaid my children!
And I'm still trying to work out how a woman with a fractured wrist
could even lift a baseball bat, let alone swing it hard enough to knock her husband out.
-It was Maddy.
Maddy attacked us.
While we were screaming at each other.
-She ran in with a baseball bat and laid you flat.
I don't understand.
Maybe she'd just had enough. I know I have.
And she started on me.
I managed to get the bat off her and calm her down,
but you were lying on the floor so still, we thought she'd killed you.
Sorry to disappoint you.
Oh, you're such an idiot!
Don't you know that's the last thing I want?
You should have told us this in the first place.
I know. But she was scared. And I was trying to protect her.
We'll get a little flat somewhere.
Yeah? A place of our own. No fights or scary silences.
No-one keeping us awake at night.
-We could invite friends round.
-Friends round whenever we want, yeah!
No fear of Mum and Dad embarrassing us.
-We could have parties!
-Parties every night.
We'd be the ones who keep other people awake!
HORN BLARES, WHEELS SCREECH
-Ow! Ow! Ow!
-You all right?
-No thanks to you!
-Look, I'm sorry!
-Can't we wait here till the storm blows over?
-They'll be after us.
You know like Thelma And Louise. They'll be police, helicopters, even tracker dogs!
-Don't take this the wrong way, but you're not a very good driver.
-I'm trying to look after you!
Why can't you just look after me here?
Hey! Fatty bum-bum! I know you need your beauty sleep.
No one needs it more than you, but this ain't the time or the place.
Oh, my God!
Help! Help! I need some help!
THE WIND HOWLS
Help me! Help me!
Somebody help me, please!
Siana! Siana! It's all right!
Help me! Get me out! Ow!
-I'm going to get help.
-Maddy, help me!
-I promise, Siana!
Okay, Mac. We're taking you into resus. You know how that works, OK?
Try to stay calm.
You'll be all right, big boy.
-What the hell's going on?
-It's Big Mac. Noel, what if this is all cos of me?
OK, over here.
Mac, can you hear me?
-You're having trouble with your heart. Try not to worry.
We're all here. We are going to look after you, OK?
OK, everybody, we are dealing with an anterior stemi.
Fletch, get five of morphine IV and 50 of cyclizine.
Linda, can you get a loading dose of aspirin and clopridogrel, OK?
I'm going to get on to the cat lab for a PSI.
Hey, Mac, mate...! You hang on in there, yeah?
-All the lights...
-You need to keep the mask on, Mac.
-What's he saying, Tess?
-Something about all the lights going out?
-BP 85 and falling and lots of ectopics.
-OK, hang on.
Eh? No, mate!
You've got to keep going, Mac! Mac, no!
-No, mate! No, mate, you're going to get better!
-You've got to, mate!
-OK, he's in VF.
Still in VF. Right, Tess, start cardiac massage.
Fletch, get the cart. Linda, can you charge to 150 but don't synchronize.
There you go.
HEART MONITOR BEEPS STEADILY
Back in sinus rhythm.
OK, let's repeat the ECG. Let's get the blood gases done.
And let's chase the cath lab for that transfer. Hang on!
-Whoa, hold up! He's back in VF.
-Fletch, five of adrenalin.
-Yeah. It's in.
Come on, Mac!
That certainly explains the blood in your sputum.
You have some lesions in the upper part of your lungs - a classic indication of tuberculosis.
I thought that died out years ago, that.
No, actually, it's increasingly prevalent, especially amongst the homeless.
-Your homeless, are you?
Lloyd, can we get some sputum samples, please? And, er...
-Let's send him up to HDU.
-You're keeping me in?
Yes. We need to isolate you while we run some more tests.
You were absolutely right about this patient. I should have listened to you.
Please, don't make me say it again.
Okay, Tess. Prepare to stop CPR.
Oh, you're having a laugh, ain't ya?
It's OK. It's battery operated.
All right, everyone. Stand back. Come on, Mac. Everybody back.
-Big Mac, don't you dare die on me!
Back in sinus rhythm.
We've got a pulse.
He heard me!
I think the whole of Holby heard you, love!
Siana, it's Tom! Can you hear me?
I'll give you something for the pain. But you need to stay calm, all right?
You need to stay absolutely still!
I'm going to get you out, but you need to trust me. Morphine, Jeff!
3006 to Control.
Got female entrapment RTC with penetrating chest trauma.
Will update Holby ED when we're leaving. Over.
How is she?
Stop! Where are you going?
-This is all my fault. All of it...!
-No, it's not! No!
-You don't even know what I've done!
-I don't care! It's OK!
Mum and Dad were screaming and shouting!
I could hear Siana crying in her room. I couldn't take it any more!
It's all right. Come here.
Don't worry. It's all right.
OK, Mac, you know the score.
-You're off to the cath lab for an angioplasty.
You need to warn me the stent might not work, I might have a stroke,
or have to go for open heart surgery. Blah, blah, blah!
Looks like the morphine's kicking in.
You'll be fine, mate. We're all rooting for you.
-You know where he lives, don't you?
-He's going to need some stuff.
You sure? I mean, I really don't mind.
I want to go. Really.
Oh, I'm so sorry!
Excuse me, ladies!
Right, there's no way we're going to get that tree branch out!
She'll need a thoracotomy. Tom, you happy with the chest drain?
-Yeah, position's good.
-OK, let's start the primary survey.
Then get her upstairs. Can I get a quick chest film, please?
-I already called X-ray. Do you want six units cross match on those bloods?
Get them sent straight up to theatre!
-I'll go and talk with the relatives. Are we all right here?
-Yeah, great. OK, guys, let's get her over.
-Give him that.
-Just give him it.
How's my girl?
They've moved her to intensive care.
Maddy, I meant you.
I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!
You have got nothing to be sorry for.
Mr and Mrs Eldon?
-I've spoken to the surgeon.
-And the tree branch did penetrate Siana's lung.
But the good news is, no major blood vessels were damaged
and the lung damage is minor,
so they have been able to repair it.
-Thanks... Nurse Fairhead.
-Charlie. It's just Charlie.
Whatever happens now, you and the girls need help.
So how are you getting on with Tamzin?
She keeps coming on to me. She won't leave me alone.
She thinks I'm some kind of sex object. It's embarrassing. Makes me feel cheap.
-Must be awful for you.
-It's dreadful. I can hardly face coming into work.
-In that case, I've got some good news.
I'm paired with her as of next week.
Eh? Well, who've you put me with?
Here's a statistic you may not be aware of.
-Chest trauma accounts for 20% to 25% of all ED deaths.
-Now, that probably surprises you.
-Please tell me you are joking!
Hey, how did you get on?
Mission accomplished. And I brought a friend back with me.
-Ah! You remembered Gareth Edwards.
That tortoise was named after a famous Welsh rugby player.
Er... Gareth Edwards?
Let's just hope he don't die on us, eh?
Nah. Tortoises live for ages.
I was talking about Mac.
He'll be fine. You'll see.
Hey. Laughing boy. You not still moping about Scarlett, are you?
No, nothing like that.
So what is it?
Come on, tell your Uncle Fletch!
I've just been looking after this homeless guy with TB.
Yet to see his face, you'd think he'd won the Lottery.
Just cos he's got a bed for a few nights.
So? He's happy. Why aren't you?
All the wealth in this country, and there are still people with nothing, and I mean NOTHING.
You know what, Lloyd? You've really got to lighten up. What are you doing next Friday?
-What's the occasion?
If you come out with me, I'll make sure you don't buy a drink all night.
-I can buy my own drinks.
Cos you'll be worrying about your weekly alcohol intake and you'll be drinking slimline tonic all night.
-I plan on getting you bladdered.
-Bladdered? What's the point of that?
Fun, Lloyd. Pure, mindless, fun.
You all right?
-Oh, are you all right?
-What are you still doing here?
Waiting for you. Thought we could get some breakfast.
I'm flattered. But I have a rule. I never date women I work with.
OK, bighead, but who said anything about a date?
I'm want breakfast - bacon, sausage, egg!
Did I just embarrass myself?
Yeah, very badly. You can't help yourself, can you?
No. How am I going to make that up to you?
You could pay for my breakie.
HE GROANS SOFTLY
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