Little Sister Casualty

This is not something you can control. You may have to take a step back.

Charlie, my daughter may never walk again.

I need to understand how, why and who let that happen.

Nurse Miller here is pregnant.

-Surgical abortion is an option.

-Today?

-I want us to make a proper go of this.

-Me, too.

-So, you haven't been seeing anyone else?

-No!

I can hear it. It's beautiful!

You made a catastrophic clinical error.

I have no option but to report you to the Trust.

FAINT MUSIC

Mum?

Where's Jacob going?

Let's just concentrate on you for now, all right?

You got it? There we go.

CONNIE SIGHS

Hold up. Your lace is undone.

Ah! Thanks, Dad.

Oi! Less of that.

I'm serious. Adopt me.

Hm! Well, Jezebel, as much as I hold you in the highest regard,

I love my life just how it is.

So selfish!

Yep!

Which suits me...just fine!

JEZ LAUGHS

DOORS SLAM SHUT

FAINT SHOUTING

BUZZER!

BIRDSONG

A day of freedom and that's your best look?

Oh, Gem, I tried to get you time off for the funeral.

I made all manner of calls.

Your grandad wouldn't want you upset.

# I'm walking on sunshine Whoa-oh

# I'm walking on... #

Boss?

What's up?

It is only 9:00am and we've already run out of beds!

Well, I mean, I could get some wood for you, you know.

HE CHUCKLES

OK, I'm going to rephrase that.

Just get the team working on patients quicker.

-Ship 'em in, ship 'em out.

-Huh! Just like Connie did with you?

Wow!

That was uncalled for. I'm sorry.

I know she's having a hard time of it.

Yeah. And we're both in the firing line,

so we have to grin and bear it.

There won't be much grinning

if the Trust uphold her complaint against me.

What, you've not heard anything?

-Not a peep.

-Maybe it was all hot air, right?

In fact, speaking of hot air,

go and talk to the troops.

-Hm!

-No, no, no, no, no. Come on.

I don't want to see none of that. Come on!

Let me get some of that Elle swag, please.

-HE CHUCKLES

-Come on, man.

-A-huh!

-Go get 'em.

What's this?

They should be chopped and in water by now!

I know there's a funeral today and I've been allowing for that...

..but you have a lunch to prepare.

Get chopping.

Don't make today even worse for yourself.

It can be arranged, you know.

You're such a stupid little girl.

PHONE RINGS

Chop-chop.

I got this, last week.

It's a scan, so what?

Yeah, but this is the one. I read about it.

The one where they can tell things.

-What do you mean, things?

-Things!

Like, whether it's well, whether it's ill,

whether there's anything wrong.

Oh, you should read the stuff I read online.

All right. Well, first of all, you shouldn't read things online

and, second of all, it's not going to be anything like that, anyway.

Oh, and you can tell just by looking, can you?!

Earth to Noel.

-Have you seen the film The Terminator?

-Mm-hm.

Machines taking over the earth, killing off mankind.

I think you need to stick to Finding Nemo.

Soon, there'll be no more Noel.

Come on, there's still plenty for you to do.

If I lose this job, I mean, how am I going to pay my rent, buy food?

How will I going keep going?

Noel, you are over-thinking this.

The terminators...

They're not coming, they're here.

I didn't mean to do that, I swear!

Please wake up! Just...!

Come on, move, do something!

I'm sorry, Belle. I'm sorry!

Hello, I need an ambulance, please!

So I want patients in and out in three hours max. OK?

-Good luck with that.

-Do you have something to add, Mrs Beauchamp?

Hm? Oh, no. Just, as you say, need to get back to work.

Mrs Beauchamp?

-Are we cool?

-Why wouldn't we be?

Well, we do this a lot.

We get together, we break up, we get together again.

Yeah, that was my mistake.

Right, this is Jamieson Francis. 36, apparently.

About 8:00, he fell from a chin-up bar,

dislocating his left index finger and injuring his right ankle.

He can't remember what happened,

however, GCS 15, pulse 80,

BP stable at 120 systolic, sats 98%, resps 17.

You don't remember the fall, Jamieson?

What fall?

See what I did there? I'm good.

My mind is as sharp as ever.

-MOUTHS:

-36?

(Yeah. There's no evidence of head injury, but he's a bit confused.)

OK, we're going to shuffle you over in your own time, OK?

-Nice and easy, mate.

-Oh!

-Ah!

-Steady. There we go.

-OK.

-Right. And that is us out of here.

-What about his, um...?

-Oi! Out.

Argh!

All right, a bit of tenderness on the lateral malleolus.

May be just soft-tissue damage.

Let's get an X-ray of the ankle and the hand, please.

Let's have a BM and ECG, please, Charge Nurse Masters.

Yeah. On it.

Hope so. We're on the clock, don't forget.

FAINT DISPATCHER Responding, over.

Oh, man, that wig!

It's called a toupee.

There's no way that man's 3...6!

Wow! I need to get that girl's number now!

All right, this isn't a disco, we're on another shout here.

You just said disco!

-No, I didn't.

-How old are you?

I bet you, yeah, THAT is a wig!

Get off!

-Come on!

-Come on.

Once Charge Nurse Masters has finished with the ring block,

-I'll relocate the finger.

-Is it hot in here?

You're feeling hot?

Oh! Hospitals, they're always boiling.

Mm-hm! Um...I think the paramedics may have misheard your age.

It...it's not the years, it's the mileage.

The things I've done age a man.

-Jacob?

-Mm-hm?

We, er...we good to go?

Yeah. Um...

-You feel anything?

-No.

-OK.

All right, take some nice deep breaths.

On three. Ready?

One...two...three.

Argh! Ah! Ah!

-You said it was OK.

-I thought it was! Oh!

Um...

Jamie! I was talking to a machine, trying to find out where you were.

-All right, listen, um...

-Kristina.

There's a friends and family room over here...

-Ah!

-Oh!

THEY MOAN

Um... Er... OK, when, um...

Let's get a head CT when...when...

-There's a break in the action?

-Yeah.

Oh.

That's my Jamie.

Darling!

LOW CHATTER

You should just, like, plant grass seeds in your head.

What are you on about?

You're a fossil! You don't even know what garage is.

Of course I do. It's that thing I park my car in every night.

-Right next to your Zimmer frame(?)

-Ha-ha! Very funny(!)

Hello? Anyone phone an ambulance?

-Hello? Paramedics!

-Hello?

-Anybody in?

-Hello?

Oh!

SHE GROANS

Jez?

Hello, love. My name's Iain, I'm a paramedic.

-Can you hear me?

-Loud and clear.

What's your name, love?

Belle.

Argh! Belle Cooke.

All right, Belle, can you tell us what happened?

I slipped.

Must've hit my head.

-OK. All right, let's get a collar and board for Belle, please.

-All right.

Um... Hm! Alicia left this here, so...

All right. I didn't ask.

I'm sorry, I thought you did.

Sorry. Robyn, can you take Cubicle Two? We're chocka today.

Robyn? Excuse me a second.

Hey!

Take a minute. What is it?

I've got to go for a scan.

That's pretty standard stuff.

I've had high blood pressure, Charlie.

What if...what if it's affected the baby?

What if they tell me something's wrong?

-CT's clear.

-All right, ankle view is clear,

but his bones look pretty osteopenic.

Yeah, his BM was only 3.4.

How old do you think he is?

Late 50s, 60?

-Reckon his girlfriend knows?

-Hm!

Then again, they do say love is blind.

Mr Francis, er...CT and ankle were clear,

so would you just talk me through your average day, please?

-Is there a problem?

-Mr Francis?

I get up early, meet my trainer in the gym,

usually for two hours, then I'm off to work.

Lunchtime, I'm back with my trainer.

That's some regime. You're burning calories and cash.

I've enough put by for the wedding.

-Wedding?

-We're getting married in two weeks.

And I want to look my fabulous best.

And it's going to be the happiest day of my life.

-Are you, er...taking any supplements?

-Like what?

Fat-burners, steroids, vitamins?

Trust me, all this is natural.

And diet-wise, are you eating properly?

Well, I may have skipped a few meals. I'm a real groomzilla.

It's all about my big day.

Well, the problem is, you're making yourself unwell.

You want to get to the wedding, right?

What are you saying?

Your fiance needs to eat properly and get his blood sugar level up.

I'm going to monitor you for a while

in case I need to admit you. OK?

I told you, Jamie, don't go overdoing it.

That's sweet.

There's hope for all of us.

There's no such thing as happy ever after.

Right, this is Belle Cooke, 45.

She was found at 9:30 with a blunt-trauma head injury.

Possibly KO'd, but conscious on arrival with a GCS of 13.

That improved to 15 en route.

Ms Cooke, I'm Dr Chao. Can you tell me what caused your fall?

I tripped.

That's, um...not what it looked like.

She's got two separate head injuries.

Well, that's what happened.

I fell and hit my head on a kitchen surface.

OK. You might be a little bit confused.

There's no confusion here, trust me.

OK, can you, er...dress the burns and I'll call Plastics? Thanks.

-Hey.

-Hi! How are you doing with this three-hour rule thing?

I'm all over it.

In fact, I've even got a bit of time for this.

Ah! Get off!

Huh! Save that for later.

See you later.

Aren't you meant to be somewhere?

In this job, you see the worst of everything, don't you?

The reason we do it, Robyn,

is because we know how to deal with the worst of everything.

In fact, by now, the worst should be very scared of us.

And that, my little protege, is how you park an ambulance.

-What, like an OAP?

-Oh, yeah. Speaking of which, I'm going to clean that Zimmer frame up

-so your mum can have it back.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa! Leave the family out of it!

Oh-ho-ho! Ho! OK, you want some, do you?

-Let's have it.

-Come on, come on!

Don't like the green. Doesn't suit you.

Er...you're not allowed in here, love.

You look older.

-Who is it?

-Gemma.

His little sister.

SHE GROANS

The CT shows no brain injury or intracranial bleeding,

but you have fractured your skull,

which suggests you must have hit your head quite hard.

That'll teach me to look where I'm going.

If you were assaulted, we need to contact the police.

-I wasn't assaulted!

-If you're scared they're going come back...

The only thing I'm scared about is the town council

having nothing to eat when they come for lunch.

You didn't tell me you had a sister. She's beautiful!

She looks NOTHING like you!

Right, remind me to laugh, Jez, when you've got something funny to say.

OK. Er...I'll see you in a bit.

So this is Afghanistan.

It looks just like England.

I, um...

..I left the army.

You don't say(!)

Now you're working ten minutes' away from me and Mum?

How long have you been here?

A while.

Few years.

Years?

We thought you were dead!

We never heard from you, so...

Well, thanks for dropping by(!)

Gemma, it's been eight years. You don't just pitch up.

It's Gem.

Everyone calls me Gem.

Look, you can't be here.

It's Grandad's funeral today.

-What?

-I thought...

..I thought we could go together.

We've still got time.

It's just over an hour.

-I'm working.

-It's Grandad!

Look, Mum will forgive you, if that's what you're worried about.

-Are you all right?

-Please say you'll come with me.

Please!

We miss you.

You must miss us, right?

Sometimes, at least.

Gemma, you don't look right.

-Let me get you to ED.

-No!

-Gemma!

-It's Gem!

And I shouldn't have come here.

Whoa! Easy, easy!

HE SIGHS

All right, come on.

-What are you doing?!

-I'm going to get you some help.

Mr Francis, I found your notes, and...

according to these, you had an appendectomy in 1979.

Which was a year before you were born, apparently.

Must be another Jamieson Francis.

So, according to this, you're 63.

In order to treat you properly,

we need to be in full possession of all the facts and truths.

-Mrs Beauchamp.

-You may be able to fool your fiancee, you can't fool the facts.

That's not what I'm doing.

-OK, let's try and keep this professional.

-This IS professional.

Look, I'm in great shape.

OK, I get a little hot sometimes, but so what?

I am 36 in everything bar my age.

-That is fundamentally not true!

-OK, that's enough.

Your bones are osteopenic, your blood glucose levels are low.

I've no idea why you're clammy.

-Can I have a word?

-If you're happy to risk your life, go ahead.

Now!

-What the hell was that about?

-Man's deluded.

Well, the man is a patient and that's what counts.

You can't go around scaring the truth out of him.

-Everything all right?

-You're not required. We're dealing with this.

Jacob, any problems, please come see me.

Well, that's if you're still around.

I can't figure out who she likes less.

SHE CHUCKLES Ooh, I can.

I said I'm OK!

What are you doing?

Er...she, er...she's not breathing right.

Might be a cracked rib.

OK.

She's...she's also my sister.

I see.

-We need to get to Grandad's...

-Just stay still for me, please.

-Do you have a name?

-It's Gemma.

-Gem.

What are those?

I took up women's rugby.

-Is that sore?

-No.

I can feel some crepitus.

You have two bone ends rubbing together.

Can you tell me how you did these?

I'm just a clumsy teen.

Tripped and fell.

There's a lot of that about today.

I'm going to order a chest X-ray.

I'm concerned you may have a small pneumothorax.

-A what?

-It's a collapsed lung.

Some of your bruises have a definite pattern to them.

Will this take long?

I'm not missing Grandad's funeral today, not for anything.

If you're meant to be somewhere else...

No, don't worry, I'm not going.

I'll get her booked in.

Mrs Jones?

I've been adding up the what-ifs.

What if it's damaged? What if this, what if that?

Do you want me to come in with you?

Duffy's really lucky.

I know. Truly blessed.

MESSAGE ALERT

Ah, it's Jacob.

Have you got to go?

I'll be as quick as I can.

So...what have you been doing with yourself?

You know, your life?

Playing rugby, like I said.

What about school? Did you do well?

Straight A's.

-What?

-Well, you'd be the first in our family if you did.

Well, maybe I'm bucking the trend.

I'll go to university,

I'll study art or something,

maybe maths or philosophy.

I'm that smart, I can choose what I want.

Good. Good. Good for you.

So, what have you really been doing?

The chest X-ray confirms a small pneumothorax,

so we need to get the air drained.

I'm going to numb the area and aspirate.

You know, I'm on a clock here.

Once we've taken the air out of the cavity,

we need to monitor you for at least two hours.

I told you, I'm on a meter!

Look, you don't want a pneumothorax coming back.

Or expanding. That won't be pleasant.

I am NOT missing the funeral!

Even if you have to take me there in your ambulance.

I've told you, I'm not going.

All right, I loved Grandad, but I'll pay him my respects in my own time.

Jacob's been telling me you were a bit off with a patient.

We can't take it out on the customers, Connie.

I was suitably concerned

that said patient was putting his life in danger.

There, Your Honour(!)

If you have a problem, bring it to me, your friend.

Don't go picking on patients, or Jacob, or Elle.

She's not fit to run this department!

So help her. Show her how it's done.

-Are you serious?!

-Yes.

I love this place. I've loved this place for 30 years.

I even managed to find the woman of my dreams here.

So, yes, I am serious.

If this place needs help, I need you to help it.

Call it an early wedding present.

Miss Miller?

I thought I told you not to make today any worse for yourself.

I just wanted to go to the funeral, that was all.

-Mm. Here's the thing...

-Mrs Cooke?

Just saying hello.

Hm. You know each other?

After a fashion.

Small world, isn't it?

Get better soon.

It's a very small world.

Whilst I have you here, I'd like to take films of your older wounds.

You really should have had them looked at much earlier than this.

BM 6.5. That's more like it.

Cooled down yet?

Telling tales out of school is very naughty.

-You brought it on yourself.

-Really?

-But he's all yours.

Mr Francis.

I may have overstepped the mark earlier,

but I wasn't exaggerating when I said you're extremely malnourished.

Well, he's already picking up.

Levels are looking a lot better.

I'm...I'm trying to stay young for her.

I've been on my own a long time. Suddenly, there she is.

The one.

Just goes to show, you should never give up hope.

Hm.

We'll be back to check on you in a bit,

then you'll probably be discharged.

Good.

It's not your decision when to discharge a patient.

I know that. I'm just giving you a hint.

Well, then, don't. I want to keep him a little longer.

You're holding him back so you can mess around with Elle's three-hour rule, right?

Jacob, if I was going to be that devious, you'd be the last to know about it.

Hey, Jamie.

-Hey.

-Hey.

This is Mrs Allen from the solicitors.

Oh, hello again.

Ah, yeah. She called me about some documents

and...I said you were ill, but she insisted that she come in.

Really? It's that important?

It's the will. You still haven't signed it yet.

You shouldn't have panicked, I'm as fit as a fiddle.

You could've saved yourself a solicitor's bill.

You're doing really well.

Ah, she's here now, so...

Your baby's fine.

What?!

If you keep your eyes closed,

how are you going to see your perfect little baby?

How was the big family reunion?

Hm! Let's get back to work, eh?

-Are you OK?

-Mm.

Let's just say, as far as me and Gem's concerned, it's a bit too late.

You...you won't mind hearing this, then.

Hearing what?

Look, I wasn't convinced by Belle's story about her falling, all right?

So I charmed this girl in Control and...

Just listen.

-GEM:

-I need...I need an ambulance please!

There's a woman on the floor and she's bleeding! It's from her head!

Come quick! The address is Summerdale Community Centre.

Oh! Jacob, would you tell your patient in Cubicle Three that he can go home?

You ran that by Connie?

We need the bed, his results were negligible

and, last time I looked, I run this department.

-She'll go mad.

-Then let her.

I...I just heard on the grapevine,

the Trust are not going to pursue the complaint any further.

THEY LAUGH

Hey, man!

See, good things come to good people.

Exactly.

Yeah, good things.

So she was admitted?

Long story.

You've been very fortunate, so I suggest...

Lily.

Iain, outside, please!

You know Gemma, don't you?

Right, well, I'm her brother.

So tell me, did she do that to you?

No.

But she was the one who phoned the ambulance, wasn't she?

She was there.

She comes to the centre to learn a trade.

Cooking.

Look, the last thing you need is Gemma's sentence being lengthened.

-They'll never give her day release again.

-What sentence?

From the young offenders' institute.

You know, if you weren't just a bit of plastic,

you'd be able to sort this,

like a real hero would.

PEOPLE MURMUR

OK, no worries, no panic.

If you'd like to form an orderly queue,

I'll take your names and get you seen to just as soon as.

Yes, madam. Name?

-Noel, can you call the police for me, please?

-Aye-aye, Capitan.

Yeah, but we've just been given an emergency at Crowell Road.

Tell them we can't make it. We've got a running call.

-Yeah, but you don't even know where she is.

-I've got an idea...

and she's got a pneumothorax.

-All right, but if we get in trouble...

-What?!

Just make sure you hold my hand, all right?

3-0-0-6 to Control.

Jamieson?

Really sorry to have to rush you, but we need this cubicle.

Oh. Right you are.

Gem is troubled, that's all.

There's really no need to take this any further.

Oh, I'll posit the thought

that if someone hits you over the head with a wok...

Her grandfather died recently.

Everything she may or may not have done today

comes from a broken heart that has no mother,

brother or family to fix it,

which is where I come in, with my healing hands.

HE LAUGHS

Let's get out of here.

Here we go, Jamie.

I'll just take that.

It's all right, I can manage!

Jamie?

How dare you discharge my patient?

A sec.

I looked at his file. You treated him.

I was satisfied he was ready to leave.

I had not finished my examination.

Connie, I have given you immense leeway.

I understand what you're going through.

I can't wait for the Trust to sort you out.

Rumour has it I'm in the clear.

Mrs Beauchamp!

He's arrested. OK, let's get the trolley, please.

Cal.

Charlie.

A lot of people went to court over stuff like that.

Stuff like what?

Phone hacking.

That's Alicia's, right?

No, it's not.

Why don't I tell her I found it at the nurses' station?

It's my phone, Charlie.

Let's imagine it's not.

Alicia's with you because she wants to be with you.

-What's he been taking?

-What do you mean?

He said he got hot. Why is that?

I really don't know, I swear.

Right, just so you know, no-one in this room believes you.

He's in VF.

Charge to 150.

Are we good?

-Charged.

-OK.

-Clear.

-Clear.

-Clear? Shocking.

MACHINE BEEPS

He's got an output.

Right. He's back in sinus rhythm but he's not breathing.

There must be a foreign body occluding his airway.

-What's happening?

-Yeah. Magill forceps, please.

Yeah, there's definitely something there.

His sats have dropped to 80%.

We need to ventilate him.

HE WHEEZES

Denture plate.

He's breathing.

All right.

We need a 12-lead ECG,

portable chest film and blood gasses.

Can you let CCU know?

Nice work.

That's because I don't discharge a patient just to clear a bed.

All right. I'm putting you through now.

The machines didn't win after all.

Ha! I don't know what happened but you don't hear me complaining.

I'm back! High five!

SHE WHISTLES

As the terminators rise again.

I'll wait here, OK?

Yeah.

You've stayed away till now - keep it that way.

So, what are you in for?

I said, "Stay away."

I know you're on day release from a young offenders'.

-I'm not a crim.

-I never said you were.

You know, Mum...

is still a bit out of it.

Well, a lot out of it.

So I needed to get food and stuff.

Didn't have any money, though.

She drank it away.

I was only trying to look after us.

Theft?

Desperation.

Big difference.

Kept me sane until he got ill.

Is that when you went off the rails?

I did that when you upped and left.

Yeah, well...

I'm here now.

Maybe I can...do stuff.

Like what?

I don't know.

Sure we can figure something out.

He was the best thing I had.

Yeah.

Yeah, he was.

Dear...Lord...

Um...

Right, you're going to have to look after our grandad now.

He gets a bit tetchy every now and again,

but he don't mean it.

He's also a non-believer...

..so make sure you have a good laugh at him.

You can tell him from me...

..I ain't got any excuses.

I just wasn't there.

Just so you know,

I want it on record that I was against you

being prematurely discharged.

Also, your non-disclosure of amphetamine use delayed treatment,

but, well, seeing as Jamieson has the body of a 36-year-old,

you can look forward to years and years together.

I... I have to go.

Wedding dress fitting and...

I need money for the taxi.

I'll... I'll be back later

so I'll probably need a bit more.

Take whatever's there.

Are you sure?

And when you get in the taxi,

tell the man to drive you as far as the money will pay for.

I know what I am, Kristina...

..lying there on the floor...

..the man who fell to Earth.

But do you know what you are?

-Don't let me be the one to tell you.

-Jamie...

Seriously, grab that taxi.

There's a phone by the entrance - it's free.

I'm sure you'll like that.

I'm sorry this had to happen.

I don't know whether to cry...

or scream!

If you need an outlet, this might help.

What's this?

It's a leaflet containing all the relevant information

for making a formal complaint.

If you are angry about being prematurely discharged,

then raise it with the hospital management.

All right?

And, by the way, anger's good.

It uses up calories.

-Look...

-They're...

The same pattern as Belle's rings.

Right.

When I called the police, I think I gave the wrong name.

Looks like a perfect match.

Hmm.

I'm doing the world a favour.

These girls need to know right from wrong.

Oh, the prison tries to understand them, and apply reason and care.

It's all so PC and hopeless.

Spare the rod and spoil the child.

I'm going to report this.

Well, that won't save Gem.

It won't save you either.

Let's trade. I'll stick to my story about falling and...

Dr Chao?

..you keep your silly little pictures in a drawer.

Do we have a deal?

It's not my call what action you take.

Well, that's what's on the table.

You save me...

..you save Gem.

I'm going to go easy on you.

I feel like I've been a bit worked up because of the pregnancy.

I don't know why, though. She's beautiful.

Hang on, did you say "she"?

Right, let's have you.

Sorry, I've not introduced myself properly. I'm Jez, by the way.

Gem. You got a girlfriend?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Right, come on, you, out.

Let's get you checked over and taken back.

No rush.

Yeah, there is. What if someone comes looking for you?

Hey, guys.

Come on, we need to go now.

Whoa, whoa, all right, calm down.

All right? You're only late.

I'll tell 'em you're ill.

Most of my mates are doctors, anyway.

I didn't mean to do it.

Do what?

-Gemma?

-It was an accident.

Please don't let them take me.

Ah, Gemma...

What? If not for me, do it for Grandad.

Please.

She's all yours.

Iain!

Gemma Dean, you're coming with us.

Look at you!

I got you so wrong.

You're not my brother! You're nothing!

Grace?

Do you want pizza tonig...?

Mum, I made it.

Sweetheart...

Oh! Ohh.

You see what happens when you try your best?

Oh! Look at you!

SHE LAUGHS

Iain?

Not now, Lily.

It was me. I made the decision to call the police.

You phoned them?

You saw what she did.

But it wasn't what I thought it was.

-Gem had her reasons.

-What do you mean?

This is going to be difficult to hear, but...

Belle's been physically abusing your sister.

Are you serious?

And you're only just telling me this now?

When I found out the truth,

I tried to explain to the police but they wouldn't listen.

Right, well, you did a great job this time, Lily.

But that's what you do, innit?

You jump into people's lives because you haven't got one of your own.

-Wait...

-Gemma came to me.

She needed me

and this is what she gets!

She's my little sister, Lily!