Evolve or Be Extinct Casualty

Gangway! Patient coming through!

Whoa, mind your backs!

Was Mrs Kinnear a referral?

Yeah, Dylan's seeing to her. Where's Fletch?

Someone said he had incriminating footage from last night.

SOMEONE would be right. Here you are. Look. Have a look at laughing boy!

Oh, ho, ho!

And that's the guy who said he doesn't dance.

-He's going to hate that.

-Yeah, totally.

The minute the raspberry vodkas hit the table, we knew it was turning messy.

Beep, beep! Found him on the pavement outside.

He needs a doctor ASAP!

Well, maybe you'd better ask him.

Yes, ma'am.

-Ronnie's back?

-Who's Ronnie?

Ronnie Rosco, Man of Mystery.

I'd recognise that cologne anywhere.

Male, aged 40 to 60...ish. Found lying on the pavement outside.

Do you have any sense of smell?

Polyps. Can't smell a thing.

He's complaining of pain in his lower right leg. He needs urgent medical attention.

What he needs is an urgent wash, a change of dressings and a new set of clothes.

He also likes a cuppa and a sarnie. And if you find a pack of cards, he'll teach you a few tricks,

won't you, Ronnie? Find him suitable clothes from the Tramp Box

and I'll organise getting him cleaned up.

Patient coming through. Mind your backs.

-Where's the box?

-In the storeroom, down past my office.

-Then he's going the wrong way.

-Yep.

Almost makes you miss Big Mac, don't it?

-Oi. I miss Mac.

-We all do.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

-Selina. What's up?

-'Just making sure you've remembered.'

What do you take me for?

'Alannah's dying to meet you.'

I'm dying to meet her too. I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Here he is.

You shouldn't have.

Who says they're for you? Where's that gorgeous waitress girl?

You're very funny. Thank you.

You're welcome. And you must be Alannah.

-Did you want flowers too?

-No.

Didn't think so.

So I brought someone along that wanted to meet you...

She's a bit...

She's a bit shy.

I met her on my way here and she said she was looking for a good home.

-What do you think?

-What do you say, sweetie?

-Thank you.

-Good girl.

What's her name?

Beatrice.

Beatrice...

Pat, where's Mr Rosco's clothes?

I can't find a shirt to go with the jacket and trousers.

I don't think sartorial elegance is high on Mr Rosco's list of priorities.

Listen, do me a favour. Can you take his old clothes to the incinerator?

-Make sure you take all the doves and rabbits out of the pockets.

-What?

That last bit was a joke.

Slowly Pat, slowly.

The incinerator's out the back, isn't it?

Yep.

-Anyone seen Lloyd?

-Oh, hopefully he's nursing a hangover.

-He didn't seem that bad when I left.

-But cut to two hours later.

I love this.

I love this bit.

-You're definitely a bad influence.

-Listen I only lay out the buffet, I don't make 'em eat it.

-ALARM BEEPS

-Ugh.

Oh, no!

ALARM BEEPS

Ugh.

When I was top of the bill, the wine flowed like water.

Possibly where your present problems stem from.

My present problems stem from one thing and one thing only.

Nerves. The higher up the ladder I climbed, the worse they got.

Pretty soon it took a bottle and a half of claret

to still my hands enough to work the tricks.

That's a bummer, mate.

A bottle and a half became two, then three,

until the cure became the condition and my wife,

house and career all vanished in a puff of smoke. Pfff!

So, when do I get my sandwich?

Soon.

But you really do need to start taking responsibility for your health

otherwise you are going to lose that leg and then how are you going to feel?

Hopping mad.

-That's the best answer I've heard all day.

-Worth a sarnie?

-What kind of a house do you think Beatrice lives in?

-Mine.

There's no flies on you, eh?

You're great with her.

I like kids.

Is that because you have got some of your own?

My mum always used to say, "If it feels too good to be true,

"it probably is."

Sorry, you've lost me.

A good-looking, lovely guy still available...

You think I'm married?

You wouldn't be the first guy to play away from home.

I'm not married, I am not married, Sel.

And you've no kids of your own?

No, no kids...

Ryan?

Ryan, are you all right? Ryan.

I got to go to the... I have to go.

-Beatrice wants food now.

-It's all right, darling, come and sit down.

Uuugh.

HE GASPS

Come on.

Hey, what are you doing down here?

Back upstairs before someone from the cardiac ward sees you.

I've been in bed for a week, I've got to get things moving, you know.

-Says who?

-My cardiologist. Said I got to get my blood moving,

so I thought I'd come down and, make myself a cuppa in the staff room.

You just want to catch up on the gossip.

Couldn't be further from my mind.

-So you don't care how the new porter's doing?

-No.

-Nor that he brought Ronnie in this morning?

-Did he?

Headed straight for Resus.

Ha-ha, schoolboy error, you see.

Feeling better?

Yes, thank you. Professor Oak says I might be able to go home.

He can't!

If the Cardiologist has said he can go...

But, Linda, is the cardiologist 100% sure?

I mean a lot of patients go home too early and end up worse than when they started. Am I right, Linda?

No, not really.

I know what this is about. You want to see me back on my feet and back at work

cos you're missing me?

-No, Pat's great.

-We don't want you coming back in on a trolley.

Ah, right. Presumably pushed by the new Mr Wonderful.

-I can't stall him for ever.

-I haven't finished getting the house comfy,

or bought ingredients for the welcome home dinner.

Right, so we need to explain that to Doctor Hanna, get her to speak

to Professor Oak, and get him to keep Mac here till the end of the day?

Not as stupid as you look, are you?

But then again, that would be difficult.

I just came to see my mum.

I'm not here long, so...

Look at me.

Look at me!

Look at me.

I said, "Look at me!" Outside, Outside.

Get off me.

Leave me alone.

Arghhhh.

Look at me.

You had better call him an ambulance.

Ah, there he is! The man of the moment!

Where have you been?

I'm so sorry, I overslept.

Hang on, before you start grovelling properly,

I promised I would film this. So, how's your head?

Fine.

What, no headache?

-Why should I have a headache?

-Go and get changed.

One of the advantages of youth. Top recovery rate.

Sorry to disappoint.

The ambulance is here now.

All right, calm down. Excuse me.

Hello, mate. OK, my name's Tamzin. Can you tell me your name?

-Connor.

-Connor, can you tell me what happened love?

He was hit by that car. I'm his mum, Hayley.

-I want her breathalysed. Her.

-We don't deal with that, love.

Do you have any trouble breathing?

His airway's clear. He's breathing regular.

Has anyone called the police?

Someone call them now.

You tell them exactly what happened. She's to blame.

I want you to make a note of all his injuries.

-Where are you going? Stay there and talk to the police.

-I'm getting my coat.

He's a little tachycardic. Pulse rate of 110.

Did you see the accident, Hayley?

No, no, I was inside. Connor said he was

going to the toilet. I heard shouting then I came out and found him.

He's got a compound, displaced fracture to the radius and ulna.

-Can't feel a distal pulse.

-Shall we try and reduce it?

Yeah, we don't usually at the scene, but his hand is pretty cold.

-Have you had anything to eat or drink, today, sweetheart?

-Didn't have a chance.

And have you got any allergies or medical history we should know about? No?

Well, today, my darling, is your lucky day. You have won first prize.

-I'm going to give you some morphine, OK?

-There's more blood on the pavement.

Was anyone else at the accident?

-What's wrong?

-Nothing.

Let's get this fracture reduced, OK, and get a splint on and get him on board.

Connor, we're going to sort your arm out but you'll need to bear with us.

I want you to keep your eyes on me and keep taking deep breaths. Keep your eyes on me. That's it.

Nnnnggg!

-Sorry, darling. I'm sorry.

-All done.

There's a definite pulse. Am I good, or am I good?

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Did you see what happened?

Yeah. I saw it all. I popped to the car.

What were you doing in the car?

I was picking up my phone.

Anyway, let's all settle down and just have a lovely lunch.

OK.

OK, we'll be ready. Pedestrian versus car en route.

OK.

-Fletch?

-Yes, mate.

Was I chatting to anyone in particular when you left last night?

No, why?

I'd never had you down as a love 'em and leave 'em kind of fella.

Well, no-one's mentioned anything to you this morning, have they? Hinted at anything?

No, afraid not.

But then, given the state you were in it could be anyone.

The good, the bad or just the downright ugly, mate.

I can walk.

That's your first patient -

all singing, all dancing by the looks of things. I'll send you some more bowls.

OK, this is Connor Harper, 21, hit by a car.

On arrival, GCS 15, he wasn't KO'd.

Compound, displaced fracture to his right radius and ulna with significant displacement,

circulation's also compromised, it was reduced at the scene.

He's had ten of morphine.

Pulse 110, BP 115 over 70, sats 97%.

Its OK, Con, you're going to be OK.

-This is Hayley, Connor's Mum.

-OK, Mum, do you want to wait here.

Why don't I get someone to sit in reception?

-I'm staying with my son.

-OK.

Okey doke, Connor.

All right, let's take this out, thank you.

OK, everyone ready? On my count. One, two, three.

OK, Connor, I'm Doctor Kent and you're in Holby City ED.

Do you have pain anywhere other than in your right arm?

-No.

-OK, good.

-Where's my Mum?

-I'm here, Con.

-OK, FBC, U&E, glucose and cross match for four units of blood.

We're going to need an X-ray on this arm after the trauma series.

Let's log roll him, please?

It's OK, it wasn't your fault, just don't worry.

-Are you OK?

-I'm fine.

-But you're bleeding.

-It's nothing.

-What are you talking about? Stop.

-How did that happen?

-I don't know.

-You don't know how you gashed open your side?

It must've been when I saw the young guy get hit by the car.

I panicked, ran to help. I must've caught myself on something. It's nothing.

-You need to get that looked at.

-I'm not going to hospital.

You'd rather bleed to death in the car on your way home?

I will patch it up myse- Agh!

Argh.

Ambulance, please.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, darling.

-I'm sorry.

-That's all right.

-Do you think he'll able to travel in a couple of weeks?

-Have you got a holiday booked?

He starts a new job next month, in Boston.

I don't think he will be able to travel for a while.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

They either make you feel great,

or they drive you round the bend.

-Have you got kids?

-No. I help look after my sister's.

A handful?

Yeah, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

-You never stop worrying about them, no matter how big they get.

-Mum.

I want to go home.

-They're helping you.

-Did you see him?

Shh. Its OK, it's over.

It's not over.

-I need to tell you something...

-Calm down, Connor.

-Katie, she didn't tell the truth.

-It's ancient history.

You're not surprised? You knew?

What happened, happened.

Let's just concentrate on getting you better, OK?

I was out celebrating my birthday last night.

I reckon it was a dodgy kebab on top of the vodka and wine.

OK, here's the deal. I won't mention the hangover

as long as you promise not to talk about what you ate or drank last night.

I'm feeling a bit fragile, myself.

You had a banging night too?

Banging head this morning, that's for sure.

I got teamed up with the ED party boy.

Did you have somebody for me to look at?

This is Annie, 19. Suffering from headaches, vomiting, nausea,

and a query fractured clavicle from a fall in the bathroom.

Caused by intoxication if the smell is anything to go by.

I had a few too many drinks last night, so sue me.

Right, are you a habitual binge-drinker?

Where's the tall black hat, Mr Judgemental?

Just give me some painkillers and get me out of here. I've got lectures this afternoon.

You're a student, are you?

He's good, isn't he?

-First year medical student, actually.

-Why didn't you say? We'd have whisked you off

-to our specialist fellow medics' cubicles.

-You've got cubicles for medical people?

-Yes, it's where they administer the miracle hangover cures.

-You're having me on, right?

She's very good, isn't she? Very promising.

OK, let's get an X-ray, then analgesia and a sling will sort out the clavicle out.

The other symptoms will be helped by laying off the booze for a while.

But you're a medical student, so what are the chances?

It's called fun. Having a good time. Tried it?

You have no idea.

Fletch wanted you to have a look at Ronnie while you were here.

My day just gets better and better.

-I need the loo, big time.

-OK.

-I'm not an invalid. I can walk.

Down the corridor, first on the left.

I'm not sure if it's linked

but he has been getting stomach cramps as well.

Have you been drinking, Ryan?

-He only had, probably, three sips of coke.

-Taken anything?

No.

He helped the lad who'd been hit by a car.

Ah, so you're the mystery blood donor.

Were you first at the scene?

I asked the driver to call an ambulance.

Right, we'll we need to get you into our ambulance to take you to hospital.

-You all right walking or do you need a chair?

-What hospital are you taking me to?

-Holby City.

Can you not just patch me up here?

-Not really, mate.

-Ryan, you're in pain.

I'm not going to hospital. In fact, leave me alone! I'm fine.

It's up to you, but I'd strongly advise you to get that looked at before it gets worse.

If you won't do it for yourself, Ryan, would you do it for me?

Please?

OK. OK.

Come on. This way.

Are you coming?

-Yeah, I'll drop my little girl and I'll meet you there.

-OK.

Come on, sweetheart, let's get you to Nana's. Ryan, your jacket.

Right. Off we go.

Well, for a lad who's just had a quarrel with a moving vehicle,

you're looking remarkably well.

Thanks, Mass. Has he always been this lucky?

-I always say, you make your own luck.

-I'll be asking for lottery numbers later.

I'm just going to pop you up now.

That's a decent scar. You've been in the wars before.

-What happened?

-He fell when he was a kid.

Looks more recent than that.

Has it got anything to do with this accident?

No, just professional curiosity.

Let's just concentrate on fixing the injuries from this accident, yeah?

Hiya.

Hiya. This is Ryan Bradshaw, 39. He's got acute abdominal pain.

GCS 15, pulse 90, BP 115 over 70, resps 25.

He also has a nasty cut on his left side.

Let's take a look, Ryan. Linda? Cubicle two please.

OK.

The Orthos are going to take him upstairs for an open reduction on the arm.

-He may need an external fixator.

-Right, I'll book a bed.

-Thanks.

Tom, are you still dealing with the kid from the RTC?

-Yep.

-And he's going to be OK?

-So far, so good, why?

-The bloke we just brought in,

Ryan Bradshaw, He was first on scene and saw it happen.

He's got a phobia of hospitals.

It might help him relax if you could give him a cheerful update.

You know, reassure him that people do get better in here.

Leave it to me.

Let's take a look at your side.

I'm Tom Kent. I'm one of the doctors here.

-You were worried about the kid from the accident earlier?

-Yeah, is he OK?

-Cuts and bruises and a nasty fracture, but he'll be fine.

-Good.

I'm going to come back later and get some details about the accident.

Let's have a look.

That look's nasty.

I'll go and get a doctor to come and see to that.

I've rung his office and everything.

-Doc, you haven't seen Professor Oak, have you?

-Professor who?

My cardiologist. About getting discharged.

I...

Big fly! Hate them!

I can't help you out there, Mac, no.

-But I want to go home.

-We all want to go home.

-Noel!

-I was only asking you to stall him.

-Why?

Just until Louise can finish her good fairy act.

Though, if you ask me, I don't think Mac's going to be happy with her interfering with his stuff.

But she's not asking me, is she? Oh, no!

Because Louise is Louise and Louise always knows best. And Louise...

-is standing behind me, ain't she?

-Yeah.

Hey, I thought you'd already left.

Chance'd be a fine thing.

Look, Louise.

-Tom.

-Mm-hm?

-Connor Harper's complaining of headaches.

GCS down to 13.

I mean, he's eating for England. He's had three sandwiches

in the last hour and he's not been sick or anything.

He's a long-term addict. He's probably got used to any internal discomfort.

The next drink could kill him or he might go on for another ten years.

Let's run some tests to be on the safe side, OK?

Do you feel nauseous, Connor?

-Any pain here?

-Yeah.

Just open your eyes, mate.

OK. Pupils are normal, but definite photophobia.

There's nothing to say he hit his head?

-A bump or bruise?

-Nothing reported.

-And he didn't lose consciousness.

-Is the headache easing?

-No!

-If it was subarachnoid, he'd be lying still.

-His GCS is dropping.

-Let's get a CT sorted.

-What's happening?

-That's what I'm trying to figure out, Mrs Harper.

Aaargh.

CT please.

Arrgh.

Let's go.

Cheers.

HE SIGHS

So I'm just going to pop you into the relatives' room for now.

But I want to stay with him.

Look, he'll be back from CT in no time at all

and then I'll take you along to see him. How does that sound?

Just try not to worry. Anything I can get for you?

You all right?

You've not seen a young girl with her arm in a sling, have you?

-Lost a patient?

-Misplaced.

Oh, hey.

Have you heard anything about last night?

-Any rumours going around the place?

-What kind of rumours?

-About me.

-Oh, those rumours, yeah.

-What are they?

I'm only winding you up, I haven't heard a thing.

Hello.

Hello, Hayley.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are. Waiting to find out how Connor is.

-What did you do to him?

-Nothing.

He did it all by himself, running off like the coward he is.

Maybe it was good this happened today, of all days.

-Why?

-Because I've realised there is no moving on,

not until this thing is resolved, one way or another.

It was no-one's fault. The judge said that you could have...

Sorry, wrong room.

Who was that?

He thought the room was empty. I just need to stretch my legs.

What's going on with the patients today?

They keep disappearing left, right and centre.

-You've got a visitor.

-I came as soon as I could.

-Go home, Selena.

-Are you feeling OK?

-Tell her to go.

-Why are you being like this?

-Like what?

Like not yourself.

How do you know what I'm like? How do you know this is not the real me? How do you know

-that the person you've been dating for the last three months is not the made-up person?

-Why are you so angry?

Because you're so desperate to make this relationship work

that you're not seeing things clearly!

You're not seeing me!

Alannah asked me to give you this, to help you get better.

I was going to ask you about the photo of the little girl in your jacket pocket,

but I guess life's too short.

Do you want me to go after her?

No, no.

And what am I supposed to say to people when they ask where you are?

Say I'm in the loo. Who's going to ask anyway?

Charlie!

Charlie, possibly...

No, no, no. Charlie!

Afternoon, Charlie, you need something?

Yeah, just want to check the patient list.

Bradshaw. Ryan Bradshaw.

-Why's he back here?

-Strangely enough, that was my first question as well.

I wanted him to hear your explanation about why

a weekend drinker has this in her bag on a week?

-Sorry, am I a therapist now?

-Hey!

-All right, it was in here.

-What was?

-My vodka!

-What have you done with it?

-I'm never touching the stuff again!

You're not behaving like a weekend drinker now.

There's nothing wrong with drinking, OK? Everyone does it!

Everyone! It's fun!

If you've handed out paracetamol,

-I recommend that we discharge the patient, OK?

-Sorry?

This is an ED, it is not a rehab clinic.

-If she can't admit her problems, we're wasting our time.

-You mean YOUR time?

-She's hung-over.

-She's not the only one. But she's not at work.

-Are you questioning my professionalism?

Are you questioning mine?

What is going on here?

Mr Asike has overstepped the mark.

Again.

Take a ten-minute break.

Ronnie's disappeared.

-In a puff of smoke?

-No, I mean, I've lost him.

Might that explain our missing vodka bottle?

-You shouldn't be wearing those at work.

-What?

Blocking one of your sensory detectors, the headphones.

-Wiley.

-Eh?

It's Wiley. You want a listen?

You're very popular at the moment, son. But wait till they've finished with you.

You'll be kicked to the kerb just like me. Oh, come on.

See you later.

GROANING

Hello? You all right?

Oh, Ronnie, man...

If you're tired and tetchy after last night, it's your own fault.

-Yeah.

-I want you to apologise to Dylan, clear the air.

I will. What time did you leave the club last night?

You don't remember? You don't remember begging me to stay

-and giving me a big kiss at the door?

-Did I?

So fickle.

-You're dealing with Ryan Bradshaw, right?

-Yeah?

-Do you mind if I have a quick word with him?

He's not long had a row with his girlfriend,

-so he might be in a bit of a state.

-OK.

I don't believe this. Is Derren Brown here today, or what?

I just remembered him from a couple of years ago. He came in following an RTC.

Was he badly injured?

No, but he lost his wife and young daughter.

When I told him they hadn't made it, he went for me. Attacked me.

-Security had to drag him off.

-That's awful.

When he calmed down, we talked for a long while in the chapel.

About a month later I got a letter from him, thanking me for seeing him through that night.

The kid who was driving the other car had only just passed his test.

What is it?

Hello, Security?

This is Charlie Fairhead, We need you in ED, as soon as possible.

OK, thanks.

-If you clap eyes on him, let me know straight away.

-Right.

Guys, it's Ronnie! He's collapsed in the toilet!

-Ryan Bradshaw's here.

-What?

-We need to get out of here. Can you walk?

I'm not going anywhere.

-He's going to hurt you again.

-I'm tired of running!

-Then...

don't look at it as running, just look at it as doing the sensible thing. Come on.

Earlier... you said you knew Katie lied?

I worked it out after the trial.

You couldn't look her in the eye and then you finished with her.

-But you never asked?

-It was your life.

You did what you had to do to get through it and move on,

I understand that now. Now, come on, we've got to go.

-Connor, what are you doing?

-Something I should have done two years ago. Stay there!

Hello, Ronnie, mate.

Ronnie. Hello, mate, can you hear me?

Right, looks like he's had a haematemesis.

-Can you organise a trolley please?

-I'm not here, officially.

-Organise an unofficial trolley, then.

-He's got a pulse and he's breathing.

Welcome to the end of the road. Still think it looks fun?

Hello, Ronnie, can you hear me?

Charlie. Radiology detected a cyst on Connor's scan.

-There's a definite shadow.

-It's a colloid cyst of the third ventricle.

I've only ever seen one of these before and that was in a medical book.

It's obstructing the cerebrospinal fluid which is causing the acute hydrocephalus.

I need to get him in surgery ASAP.

We've got a problem.

-Why?

-We've lost him.

-Then we need to find him. Fast.

-Yes, I'll try security.

Mind your backs.

-Ronnie? Can you hear me?

-What's happening to him?

-Could be many things, gastritis, cirrhosis.

-Why so much blood?

That's probably ruptured varices, caused by rapid changes in the liver.

Not helped by half the bottle of vodka he's just drunk.

Can we cross-match six units of type specific blood?

-Let's get a chest X-ray, please.

-I'm on it.

-Will he be all right?

You need to go back to your cubicle.

Whatever you intend doing, let's get on and do it, yeah?

I'm tired of running.

You're not scared?

Always.

You still can't look me in the eye, can you?

Connor!

Go back inside, Mum.

-Please, please, please, don't hurt him.

-Your son...ruined my life

and walked away scot-free. You were driving like a lunatic.

-That's not how it was.

-Yes, it is.

-Connor, please.

It all ends here, all the lies.

Ryan? I'm Charlie Fairhead.

Do you remember me? I was here the night of the accident.

-I sat with you, we talked.

-Connor's in need of urgent medical attention.

-I need to get him to surgery ASAP.

-Not yet.

-You're seriously ill, Connor.

She said what I told her to say. Katie. She lied for me in the trial.

We were messing around in the car, kissing and...

I looked up and your car was right in front of us.

If your life stopped that day, mine did too.

Connor, oh, God, Connor.

Let's get him to Resus! OK, Connor.

Shame on you.

He's still bleeding badly.

Let's work to get his BP back to normal, please.

The Blatchford score is significantly raised.

Let's find out who's on call in Endo.

We need to get him an OGD ASAP.

Neurosurgery are committed, but they'll keep us updated.

OK, let's start the Mannitol now. OK, everybody on me. One, two, three. Easy.

Mum?

-Get him prepped for theatre. He needs to be ready to roll.

-All sorted.

I got kicked out of Uni a year ago.

There's no job in Boston.

I was just going away.

I'm sorry.

Hush, hush, we'll sort it all.

What's happening? Help him!

Excuse me! He's fitting! 4mg of Lorazepam now! Wayne!

-Pulse is settling.

-OK. They want him up to the endoscopy suite ASAP.

-Come on.

-How are we doing with the Lorazepam?

OK, can someone update theatre about the seizure?

Where does he go now?

In his condition, probably up to gastroenterology.

-You know a lot for a patient.

-I'm not a patient. I work here.

-You work here?

-Yeah.

-I'm a porter.

-You don't look like a porter. He looks like a porter.

Right, well, you're meant to be in cubicles, so shall I show you the way?

I shouldn't have left him. >

He's an alcoholic with ulcerated legs,

who would have expected him to do a runner?

Well, he's Ronnie Rosco. Anything's possible.

Well, he certainly made half a bottle of vodka disappear.

Do you know what? Maybe I should just focus on the job and forget about all those jokes.

-You wouldn't be you without the jokes.

-Really?

-Really.

I was just about to come clean and tell you who left you that note on your pillow.

You know who it was?

Listen, you can't tell her it was me who told you.

Who was it?

But sleeping with the boss, I mean, that's just a recipe for disaster.

No!

Mac? Where are you going?

Home. There's only so much humiliation a man can take.

Come on. Hello, Louise?

Give me a call me when you get this message. It's Noel.

Theatre's nearly through with the head injury.

This is going to be tight.

Anything else we can do?

Pray that the team finish ASAP.

< MAN COUGHS

-Ryan?

-Sorry. I needed somewhere out of the way to think. I'm sorry...

-It's all right. Sit down.

-RYAN GROANS

All right.

HE CHUCKLES

Stomach cramps. It must be the stress.

What are you on, Ryan?

Nothing.

Come on. I've been a nurse for a long time.

You've taken something. What is it?

It's, er...

These.

How long have you been on anti-depressants?

I was prescribed them after the accident.

And I went off them six weeks ago.

How many tablets have you taken today?

Too many.

Do you want to tell me about what happened earlier on?

-I need a second opinion. Is Zoe around?

-I think so.

And tell Anaesthetics to get a move on.

We'll have to intubate.

Wayne.

RYAN: I really wanted to hurt him, you know?

All the way through the trial, he never looked at me once.

It was like I didn't exist, like none of it mattered to him...

Then today...

..what he said today,

it's like a weight been lifted off me...

I'm sure.

Have you got anybody who can keep an eye on you for about the next 24 hours?

No.

No... Not now, no.

-Tom, bring me up to speed.

-There's a colloid cyst

-obstructing the cerebrospinal fluid.

-Colloid cyst?

Surgeons are finishing upstairs, but pressure's building too fast

-and we need to think of alternative ways to relieve that pressure.

-And he's had the Mannitol?

Yeah. He will cone unless we relieve that pressure.

-What you thinking?

-A burr hole and a ventricular drain.

-It's too risky.

-Riskier than sitting here watching him die?

OK.

Why don't you go out for a cup of tea?

I'll keep you informed on everything to do with Connor, I promise.

-Sometimes, I hate this job.

-TELEPHONE RINGS

Resus.

-Theatre can take him now.

-Great. Let's get a move on.

I don't believe it.

It's time for some honesty.

Good luck.

I, um...

I got as far as the car

trying to work out what happened between us today, but...

Well, none of it made any sense, so I...

You're wearing a wedding ring.

Yeah.

Yes.

So, you ARE married?

It's a long story.

I've got time.

Must be a stressful day?

When isn't it?

-Hello.

-I just wanted to check if the Ronnie guy is going be OK?

Um, short term, hopefully. Long term, who knows?

It's a matter of whether he can change his lifestyle. If he can't...

I'm sorry. About the way I spoke to you earlier.

It's an everyday occurrence around here.

Especially for him.

Maybe I'll see you in a few years when I finish training.

Not if I see you first.

Was that a joke?

I've no idea. Was it?

Hello?

-MOVEMENT

-Agh!

-Agh!

-What are you doing here?!

-I live here! What are you doing here?!

I...

We, that is everyone, wanted to make the house nice for you

when you got back to it, so I...

brought a few things over to make it a bit more homely.

I also wanted to cook you something nice.

-You did all this for me?

-Least I could do after the way I treated you.

There's some sparkling wine in the fridge. Non-alcoholic, obviously, because of the...

Um...

So, uh, do you fancy a drink?

Are you kidding?

I'm gasping, man. This cooking lark is proper hard work.

If I was you, I'd come clean with her and the sooner the better.

-Yeah.

-Go for it.

Tess. Can I've a word?

-In private?

-Sure.

GIGGLING

What's going on?

Lloyd thinks he slept with Tess.

Why am I always the last to know everything round here?

Probably because you're never interested.

I just wanted to say,

about last night,

what happened between us...

You know?

The kiss?

And the rest.

I'm sorry if I led you to believe...

I mean, I'm sure it was great and all that, but...

It wasn't good?

Anyway, er...

I don't want you thinking that you and me might...

-It's just the whole work thing. If we didn't work together, who knows?

-Are you dumping me?!

No, no, no! Dumping, no. No.

LAUGHING

What's going on?

Listen, right, after I carried you home, right,

I left the note on your pillow.

And then, with Tess's help, I couldn't resist it. I'm sorry.

LAUGHTER CONTINUES

-I can't believe you played along with this.

-I quite enjoyed it.

Your face!

If anyone else wants to see Lloyd in his full-on party animal mode,

this will be available online as of this evening.

-And it's not just his shirt he takes off!

-ALL: Ooh!

Fletch, get back here!

Come on, back to work.

Fletch, Fletch! Fletch, give me the phone.

Fletch! Fletch! Give me the phone!

-No, no. You stay there, stay there.

-Fletch!

-No chance.

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