Five Days Casualty

-Robyn, I'm a nurse.

-You are not a midwife and you are not well.

New look, videos... Do I need to get a restraining order?

You know... I just want to be a surgeon.

-You're giving birth! Think about it!

-You think about it!

Go on!

-There's something wrong.

-Um...

-There's something wrong.

-Robyn, no, don't. Robyn!

Come on! Robyn!

INDISTINCT CHATTER

This has to be the best day of my life.

I'm going to meet you for the very first time.

-Hi! Thanks for coming.

-It's fine.

I can't wait to meet her!

I totally forgot. Did she have hair? Was she totally gorgeous?

Well, let's go and find out. But should you be out of bed so soon?

Oh, I'm fine. Come on, let's do this.

Robyn, this unit... It's pretty full-on, you know?

-You've got to be prepared.

-She's alive and she made it.

That's all that matters.

MONITORS BEEPING

Is it Robyn? Have you got a name for her?

-I was going to tell her first.

-Let me know.

I'll just run through her chart. Her main problems are her sats.

-They've been fluctuating.

-Can I just see her?

-Oh, I assumed you'd want...

Wow!

There she is.

Oh, Duffy, she's lovely!

My little girl!

So sweet.

Can I hold her?

I'm sorry, it's only touching at the moment.

You have scrub-washed to the elbow, removed all jewellery,

no nail varnish? Good.

This is Miriam Kelling. 84 years old, end-stage lung cancer.

She is having palliative therapy after chemo and radiotherapy.

Found in acute respiratory distress with haemoptysis and

aspirated blood. GCS 14, BP 140 over 90, pulse 85. Sats 89%. 100% oxygen.

And she's on a diamorph syringe driver.

Her daughter changed her mind when we got there,

but Miriam was so distressed, we had to bring her in.

OK, can we get suction, please, Louise. OK, Miriam.

You're in hospital, all right? Try to stay calm.

Mum, I'm here with you!

-It's OK.

-SHE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

Nurse, stop, stop, please! Stop, now, please!

Please, don't!

It could sell really quickly.

And they're sending us stuff to look at.

-Are you sure you don't mind?

-We've waited long enough.

Robyn's on cloud nine, Charlie.

It's like she's pretending everything's normal.

-That's her way of coping.

-Or not.

That's what worries me.

It's the first time I've been able to touch her.

Hello, Charlotte.

My little sweetheart.

That's lovely, Robyn.

Charlie for short, of course.

Ring Max, would you?

Tell him to bring some of her nice little dresses.

-Oh, it's probably a bit early...

-I want them here.

-Ready and waiting.

-You need to keep trying for your milk, Robyn.

Your baby's tummy's so small that just

a few drops would make all the difference.

She's just so perfect.

-Mum didn't want this.

-Has your mum made an end-of-life plan?

Yes, to die at home with me, not here in a hospital.

Did she formalise that in writing?

Look, I've cared for her, I'm speaking for her.

-Do you not believe me?

-SHOUTING

Can you shut these animals up?

Do you expect her to die here in this mayhem?

-Pin point pupils. She's very knocked off.

-OK, here's what happens.

She's not dying here with all these drunks and strangers in this madhouse.

Please, I just need you to stabilise her and just let me take her home.

OK, going home at this point, Neeve, is not an option.

But she's dying! What's the risk?

Just let an ambulance take her, please.

Dying here is just an awful, stupid mistake.

-I'm sorry, we can't move her.

-I tried to tell them.

I begged them, but because I phoned them, they had to take her in.

They couldn't just leave her. You must not blame them.

It's not about them! It's not about you! It's about my mum!

-It's about my mum!

-SHE SOBS

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Hey. I managed two meals. I'm just about to feed her now.

That's great, Robyn.

Hey.

Hey, Charlie.

-Did you bring the clothes?

-She'll have to pile on the pounds.

-You are hopeless! You brought the wrong ones.

-I brought the blanket.

Here we go, baby girl.

Let's have some peace and quiet, shall we?

-It's a bit early for visitors.

-Yeah.

OK, Robyn, time to slowly put your colostrum into the feeding tube.

-Take a photo, Max.

-Of that?

-Yeah.

Do you want to wait until there's a bit less kit in the way?

No. I want all the gang to see her.

And start an album on Facebook, put a few pictures up.

-Is her nursery finished yet?

-Nearly.

We could have a little party to welcome her home.

OK.

SUCTION AND GURGLING

She's drowning in her own blood, Neeve.

We can't stand by and watch that happen.

-OK, prep drugs for an RSI.

-Cal?

-Just a last resort.

-I can't let her suffer.

-No! Don't put her on a machine!

-Please, no, don't! Please!

-Cricoid pressure, if and when I say.

-She doesn't want this!

-She's not breathing, Cal.

I may still need to intubate.

It's OK, Mum.

It's OK.

She's still not breathing.

SWITCHES OFF MACHINE

I'm really very sorry, Neeve. Take all the time you need.

There's nothing more we can do.

-Time of death, 22:36.

-I'm sorry.

SHE SOBS

It was your job to let her die. You had to put her through all this!

Neeve...

Cal.

Make sure you write up the notes very carefully.

Ah, there we go.

-Good girl.

-MACHINE BEEPS, BABY WHIMPERS

-Maybe I tweaked a wire, or something.

-What's wrong?

-All babies cry, Max.

-Excuse me. Thank you.

Sorry about meeting on the hoof, Robyn.

Mr Barling. Jonathon.

-Jude?

-Small temperature drop.

-Could be environmental, or the beginning of an infection.

-What?

-Since when?

-It happens. Very common in prems.

They have very little immunity.

I hoped we'd be going home soon.

Probably best not to make too many plans.

Wasn't supposed to be like this.

After all we've been through, it just seems so awful,

so wrong, so...unfair.

(Come on.)

Prems don't like being touched much.

Just try speaking to her. She knows your voice from the womb.

Except it's not my voice she's hearing now, is it?

She's weak, Robyn. It may be best to leave her right now.

So, what happens next? What sort of infection is it?

We'll do some tests and reassess her in a few hours.

-She's only just started feeding.

-Yeah, except now she's stopped.

What about her sats, what about her resp rate? Come on, I'm an ED nurse.

But not neo-natal. It's a very different discipline, Robyn.

And strictly speaking, mums don't wear aprons.

I'm sorry, but you know the score, it's just about who does what.

Urgh!

Urgh!

MOBILE RINGS

Robyn?

All right, slow down.

No, she's busy.

Wait.

I'll come up.

-I'm going to use my break to go up to NICU.

-Course. Robyn OK?

I think she feels they're not listening to her.

-Does she want me to talk to them?

-No, it's fine.

-Give me a minute and I'll go.

-No, no. You shower and change.

I've got it.

-She does need dealing with, Cal.

-Mm-hm, that's why she's here.

-I called her in.

-Oh. Good. OK.

Well, tread carefully. Finesse her, charm her, see her off.

Patient complaints on an application for surgical training, Cal,

not a beautiful thing.

Yup.

-They're all so up themselves.

-Well, Jonathon's a one-off.

How many surgeons do you know who do ward rounds all day long?

He paces himself, emotionally.

He has to.

And you have to try and do the same thing.

And you have to stop fretting.

Go and get some sleep.

How can I? Things happen and they don't bother to tell me.

Robyn, we've had an inquiry about your baby,

but we need your permission before we can answer.

-It's your friend, David Hide.

-No!

-No, not my friend. He's not...

-All right, don't get upset.

You don't tell him anything, OK? You tell her why, Charlie.

-Robyn, don't do this.

-I need to see him. Where is he?

-No.

-No, that's not a good idea.

-Charlie! I need you to stand by me!

For once in your life, will you just stop being so reasonable!

Look at them. Low level, suppressed rage.

Everyone, everywhere, don't you feel it?

Huh? We're all prisoners. Everyone's hostile. The anger simmers.

Look at you.

-I'm not angry.

-But you're one step away.

-Worried to see me, under pressure.

-Right. Well, I called you in because you were angry.

-No, you called me in because you thought I was going to make a complaint.

-I'd like to explain...

You'll defend it till the end, don't you just long to be honest?

Your mum was suffering, Neeve. We had to do what we could.

My mum was 84, Cal. She had cancer.

The doctors threw all they could at her.

Chemo, more chemo, radiotherapy, drugs, and the false hope of what?

Yes, but your mum knew her choices.

Someone had to have the courage to say to her that life isn't always everything.

You were the same, you were on autopilot.

You tried to save a woman who was trying to die.

No, no, I was trying to save her from further suffering. It was never an attempt to prolong her life.

Cal!

For goodness' sake!

Ms Kelling, I just wondered if I could have a moment with you.

Yes, well, enough of your passive aggressive, highly toxic charm.

I'd like to make a complaint.

-Robyn?

-Duffy, where's David?

-Robyn, stop.

-Where is he?

-Come to Charlie's office.

-I need to see him.

-Is he here?

-He was ill, Robyn. You know, he was ill.

And now, he's on the Psych ward.

So, he's here in Holby? Thank you, that's all I need to know.

-Don't even think about it!

-Tucked up nicely, is he? Being looked after?

Tackling his anxiety, taking the edge off every stupid,

dangerous, unforgiveable thing he's ever done?

I need to see him. I need to tell him what a total and utter git he is.

-No, Robyn.

-He doesn't give a second thought about me.

-As for ringing about my baby...

-Robyn, please.

-He doesn't even give a toss if I'm dead or alive!

-He'll be exhausted.

He'll probably be fast asleep.

Ah, lucky him!

OK. Can we all get back to work, please?

-Robyn, listen, you're OK. Charlotte's fine.

-Not fine, Charlie!

Not fine! She's six weeks early and in intensive care, living on wires!

Everything she's going through is because David stopped his

meds and he knew how crazy that was!

He lied to us all. He lied to me.

And worse, I should have realised it.

It wasn't your fault.

Before him, I picked a bloke who thought it was OK to leave me at the altar.

So when my little girl asks about her daddy, I can say,

"Well, he didn't give a damn about us either! In fact, I don't even know if he's dead or alive!"

Don't try and stop me!

-Charlie!

-He's sedated! He won't be remotely himself.

He may not even recognise you.

-This is not the time.

-Robyn?

The unit have called and they need you back up there. It's urgent.

What's going on?

We need to run tests to get on top of the source of the infection.

We've been trying to take blood. I just need you to calm her for me.

-What difference am I going to make?

-A great deal. Trust me.

BABY CRIES

# Hush, little baby, don't say a word

# Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird... #

CRYING STOPS There. See how she responds?

# And if that mockingbird don't sing

# Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring... #

Her heart rate slows and her BP drops.

That's special.

Only a mum can do that.

# And if that diamond ring turns brass

# Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass. #

(There we go.)

(OK. Good girl.)

Sh, good girl.

OK, I'm going to make this work.

Sod it, I'm a nurse and that's got to count.

I'll work with them for my little girl. You'll be OK, Charlotte.

I'll make a difference. I promise.

This is no good, Robyn.

Staying up all the time when your rest is so important.

I've got to know how to ask the right questions.

Be there for her. I'm all she's got.

We feel so alone.

Look...

When you get out,

why don't you come and live with me and Charlie for a bit,

so you can get settled and have some extra support for Charlotte?

-You've only just moved in together.

-Oh, come on. We're hardly teenagers.

That's really kind. It helps me feel that this is all possible.

-But don't you need to ask Charlie?

-Course not.

Not for you.

-OK.

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Good.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Yeah.

-Oh, Robyn, I'm so sorry, but...

-I won't keep you.

But please, I need to know exactly what you're doing.

If you're thinking sepsis, the source could be anywhere.

Meningitis, pneumonia, gastroenteritis...

We're not ruling anything out. The blood cultures may help.

You must be thinking NEC's a possibility.

Currently, there isn't any sign of necrosis of the gut on the

X-rays or the scans.

Now, I'm sorry, Robyn, but I'm due back in the unit.

You do crazy hours, you doss down in your office. That's huge.

No other surgeon does that.

It tells me that you care.

Please, include me.

-Jude.

-You're needed for the handover review, Mr Barling.

-So what?

-We just wait for her to get worse?

-Or better.

At this stage, it's very much a waiting game.

All right, don't give yourself a hernia. I'm going.

Hi. Can I speak to Mrs Beauchamp, please?

No, it has to be her.

I'll wait.

I was dealing with that man in a suit. Tell them.

Neeve, tone it down a bit, will you, love?

You tone it down, you jobsworth van driver.

And here's me thinking we were getting on really well.

Neeve? What happened?

She's fallen approximately 4ft off a ladder at home and dislocated

her left shoulder. We found her wandering around on a driveway.

GCS 14. No other injuries.

She's had 5mg of morphine and I reckon

a fair amount of self medication prior to the fall.

-SLURRING:

-I should have walked. Much less painful.

Oh, Robyn.

Poor you.

How can I help?

I'm worried they're not doing enough.

OK. Um...

Well, that's good. As a mother, you know, voice your concerns.

But give yourself time to think.

But as a medic,

you have to consider when enough is enough and when to say no.

I don't even want to think about that.

You have to. Things happen fast in neonates.

And it's awful watching your child go to hell and back.

Medicine's far from black and white. You've got to challenge it.

-Right. Do you have her notes, then?

-Yeah, but, um...

I'll speak to the team for you, shall I?

They're trying to save her life. I don't want to fall out with them.

Robyn, this is your life and your daughter's life.

I know you've had...

Well, I know you're having a terrible time, Mrs Beauchamp...

Connie, please.

But this, my baby, is different.

Yeah.

Let's hope so.

-So, would you like me to read her notes?

-Maybe it's best if I do that.

I'm the one that's here all the time and it's the mum's job.

You've helped me see that.

I really am so sorry for you, Connie.

You take care.

She's over there.

-Neeve, you must not leave your cubicle.

-It's so tragic, dying here.

So crass. Stupid. Totally wrong.

Right. Well, one dislocated shoulder and too many whiskies.

Can we go back to the cubicles, please?

Just shove it back with gas and air. Just do it, please.

Call yourself a doctor?

Right. Well, you might have a fracture, so you need an X-ray.

Yeah, but you need a lawyer.

This used to happen all the time. I played rugby.

Right, fine. Let's get you back on the bed, then.

-Ah.

-Come on.

There we go.

Entenox, please.

Thanks.

Lie back down.

So, rugby, yeah?

Yeah.

I was the fastest, best-looking scrum half ever.

I've made a complaint, by the way.

Yeah, I'm aware. OK, deep breaths.

-Ride the pain.

-Just do it. Get on with it, please.

There you go. Well done.

That feels good.

Could Mum still hear me? Did she know that I was fighting for her?

Yeah. Yeah, she could. She would have known.

I thought I'd done enough.

How could I know what was going to happen?

What are you talking about, Neeve?

I did what I had to do.

Neeve.

Neeve, come on.

Neeve!

Neeve, come on!

Right, Mrs Fairhead. Take a look at this.

Sun room,

big garden,

-open-plan kitchen.

-Ah, Charlie. We might have to delay this.

-But you said it was important.

-It was.

It is. But listen,

I've suggested that Robyn brings Charlotte back to live with us,

just for the first stage, just for a few weeks.

You don't mind, do you?

-How many weeks?

-I don't know.

-Look, if you've got a problem, you'd better say.

-No, of course not.

-It's just, I mean...

-And you'll let the estate agents know?

-Yeah.

-Yeah. Thanks.

Yes, that's right. Miriam Kelling.

Yeah, it's on the 27th.

Right. So, are you her GP?

Great.

Well, she died here and I was just wanting to check on the

dosages of her diamorphine.

-Her breathing's got much worse.

-Her diaphragm's elevated.

It means her lungs are compromised.

-Will she need an operation?

-An op on a baby this small is a big deal.

We'd never subject her to that, unless we were certain.

But more immediately, Robyn, we may have to consider ventilating her.

What? Hang on, why would you?

I'm suggesting we do this electively, rather than...

But her blood gases, they've not been that bad.

They're borderline. It may be best to play it safe.

If we intubate her,

it'll give her less work to do and make her generally more stable.

If she's sedated, it's harder to monitor how she's coping.

It's a trade-off.

It's such a big decision. What if she never comes off it?

There are always worst-case scenarios. And nothing's definitive.

If it was essential, you wouldn't be asking me, would you?

We can review it shortly, Robyn. I'll go with your decision.

I want you to wait.

# This is to mother you

# To comfort you and get you through

# Through when your nights are lonely

# Through when your dreams are only blue

# This is to mother you. #

ALARM BEEPS

I just don't think...

I don't think I can do this.

SHE SOBS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING Robyn?

Robyn? KNOCKING

He's intubating her?

I need a smaller ET tube, 2.5, please, bag her.

This is all my fault. We should have done this earlier.

There's no fault, Robyn. We made a decision together.

Please, baby girl.

Come on, please.

Please.

Please.

Shouldn't you be researching a delightful ITU nurse who

showed a transparent interest in you only earlier today?

Advice noted.

With thanks.

Seriously, Cal, stay well away from this one.

Noted.

Goodnight, Maestro.

Good girl, baby Charlotte.

It's OK.

You're in.

It's OK, Robyn. Her breathing's safe again. She's back.

Right. No more delays.

Let's get her straight down to theatre.

If you could sign this, please?

You said surgery wasn't necessary.

It has to be NEC, Robyn. This confirms it. She went off so fast.

It'll perforate if we don't get there first.

I've researched this. Read your papers.

Nearly half of the babies that go to surgery don't make it.

And half live. You have to stay strong, Robyn.

-Robyn...

-Leave me alone!

-Duffy, we need to talk.

-MOBILE RINGS

Oh. Just a minute, sorry.

Hello?

Um, yeah, yeah. OK. I'll be right up.

They're prepping Charlotte for theatre. So I'm going up.

-You can spare me.

-Just, about Robyn. About her staying.

-Yeah?

-Well, don't get the wrong idea...

-I am trying really hard not to.

-OK.

KNOCKS ON DOOR

LOUD MUSIC PLAYS INSIDE

KNOCKS ON DOOR

Neeve?

Neeve, I know you're in there. Can you come and open the door, please?

Robyn?

Oh, love.

Please, don't. Thank you for your invitation.

-But I couldn't possibly accept.

-Hang on.

No, she's too ill and Max would be gutted.

# Since you went away

# The days grow long

# And soon I'll hear... #

You were trying to tell me something back at the hospital.

About your mum.

I want to help.

SWITCHES MUSIC OFF

Neeve. Your mum's behaviour didn't match the prescribed dosage.

She was too knocked off.

-Please, tell me what happened.

-So I don't sue you?

So you don't torture yourself for the rest of your life.

I ruined her life.

-We all have guilt about our parents somehow.

-No, I'm adopted.

I went looking for my birth mum.

I was really stupid, clumsy, hurtful,

and I just broke poor Miriam's heart.

We didn't speak for years.

And then, when I came back and found her dying...

Now, I just miss her beautiful soul.

Did you ever get to meet your real mum?

Yeah, I met her in a pub.

And I had her eyes and her smile and her laugh and she saw it too

and she... She said, "Nice to meet you.

"Spare me the long-lost daughter routine," and that was that.

I...

I went to look for my birth mum too.

And so the wounded find each other.

Yeah.

She was done, Cal. She wanted to die, she begged me.

It was the least I could do.

And I just massively upped her diamorphine and it killed her.

So just go on. Do your job.

Report me.

I don't care any more.

Hey.

MOBILE RINGS

FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS

Hey.

Come up.

There you go.

Neeve, how much have you had?

Nothing. Nothing to drink.

HE SNIFFS

Squeeze my hand for me.

Neeve, try and squeeze my hand.

LULLABY PLAYS

Thank you.

-Where's Robyn?

-I don't know.

It may just be too much for her, so I'm scrubbing in to observe.

-That's really not appropriate.

-I don't care.

Forgive me. But I am a senior midwife.

And I can understand what you're doing and I need to be able

to tell Robyn exactly what is happening to Charlotte.

Thank you.

Have you taken these? Neeve, how many have you taken?

-SLURRED:

-Don't remember.

-Neeve.

Neeve?

Right, we need to get you to the hospital.

We need the antidote.

Stay with me.

Robyn...

It's OK, isn't it? Bringing her back here?

I mean, I know she'll need quiet and everything super clean, so...

I wouldn't worry about it. She... She might not even make it here.

Robyn.

When I first found out I was pregnant,

I thought about having an abortion, I really did.

And now I wish I had cos anything would have been easier than

-losing her like this.

-Don't say that. Come on.

No, sorry, cos mums aren't supposed to say things like that, are they?

Everything's supposed to be so wonderful and even when it's not,

they're still supposed to say the things that everybody wants to hear.

-Right, you get the wine.

-You get the glasses.

Robyn...

I can't go back, Max. I can't face it.

Yeah, but you have to.

You have to.

I can't. If she lives or dies,

I can't face any of it.

Great. So, you're doing what your mum did to you.

Don't you dare!

No, come on.

She left you when you needed her most.

And you said that hurt goes on and on.

And now, your little girl is fighting for her life and

you're doing exactly the same thing to her.

-She doesn't know if I'm there or not.

-So, be there,

when she pulls through.

Maybe my mum left because it was just too hard.

And maybe she went on regretting it for the rest of her life.

It's up to you, Robyn.

We have a problem.

There's much more necrotic tissue than we thought.

It's extensive and close to perforation.

I'll have to cut that section out completely.

It means we have to abandon the laparoscopy and open her up.

'Please, please, please.

'Please, please, please.'

The ambulance delay's too long, so I'm going to get you in myself.

CAR UNLOCKS

Stay awake for me.

Take deep breaths.

As I'm driving... Listen, while I'm driving, I want you to count for me.

OK?

OK.

Baby has significant blood loss due to friable tissue.

Weigh those swabs, please.

This is why she's losing BP.

We'll need plasma. Quickly, please.

And IV dopamine to get the BP up.

Ah. Right. More swabs here, please.

We've got a much bigger problem. The bowel has just perforated.

Clamp, please.

Suction. Hold it closed. Quickly.

Try and stay awake for me, Neeve. Breathe, OK?

Charlie, I've got an opiate OD. She's very flat.

I'll get a trolley, a bag and an airway.

We need that BP up or I will have to stop this surgery.

Keep going with the plasma and blood.

That extra dopamine should have kicked in by now.

OK, we're there. We're good.

Good.

Ah. That's better.

Bleeding's slowed right down. OK.

Now the hard bit.

Charlotte has extensive necrosis,

so I've had to remove a lot of gut and I can't join the ilium

back together because the tissue needs time to recover.

So I'll have to fix a stoma and do an end-to-end anastomosis at

a later date.

It's gone as well as it could have.

We'll get her sewn up and back in recovery as soon as we can.

But...be realistic with her, Duffy.

Please.

Has it perforated?

She's going to get peritonitis?

She's on heavy-duty antibiotics already, Robyn.

And they've got to it right away. John Barling is the best.

And the stoma's only temporary.

She's going to be OK, though, right? I mean, she will be, right?

She has to get through the next few hours. She's through the worst.

And she's a little fighter.

I just want to hold her close.

-Has she vomited more than once?

-Yeah, twice on the way in.

Can we get 400 micrograms of Naloxone ASAP, please?

Come on, Neeve. Stay awake. Come on.

Come on, you mad Scottish person. Get angry! Sing!

Right, Neeve. This should wake you up.

SHE COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS

All right.

Am I dead?

-Not unless you've taken us with you.

-Ah, I made it to hell, then.

Look, Neeve, this is very important.

Charlie, can you give us a minute?

OK, you need to tell me the truth.

-Did you do this deliberately?

-No.

No, I'm too frightened of dying. I just needed to sleep.

I just needed to shut it all out.

I got it wrong again.

-So you weren't trying to...?

-No.

No, I need to... I need to see out my plight.

I need to face the consequences.

Neeve.

You've spent your whole life not knowing why the mother that

carried you gave you away.

I know what that does.

And of course you went looking.

Sometimes we get stuff wrong.

It's your job to report me.

Look, Miriam was on big doses of morphine.

And will have developed a very high tolerance.

So, the truth is, we'll never know the exact cause of death.

She asked me to make it stop, Cal.

And you've put yourself through hell because of it and probably

always will. What good would it do if I made that worse?

Forgive yourself.

Forgive yourself for all of it.

So the wounded heal each other, eh?

Maybe you'll stop telling me what a useless doctor I am.

Maybe.

Maybe that's another thing I got wrong.

MONITORS BEEP

Hey. You OK?

Yeah.

Ms Kelling, she's obviously slightly bonkers, so you don't need to

worry about that one, even though you completely ignored my advice.

-I acted on pure instincts and as it happened...

-Instinct and audacity,

all well and fine in the chaos department,

but reckless line crossing - sorry, no room for that in surgery.

She's waking up, Duffy.

-She's fighting the tube. What do I do?

-I'll get Jonathon.

She's fighting it.

It must be her gag reflex.

Yes, that's good.

She's really alert, already.

All right.

Let's just see if we can manage without this, eh?

Shall we?

Right. Gently.

-She's deciding for herself.

-She's rejecting it.

She's rid of it.

Oh, my darling girl! That's it!

-You have a big, big cry.

-Her BP's back up.

-She's going to make it.

-Charlie.

-Charlie, she's through the worst of it.

She's breathing by herself and her BP's stable.

That's really wonderful.

Listen, Robyn.

Please.

Duffy and I would really love for you and little Charlotte to

come and stay.

It's as important for us as it is for you.

We mean it.

When she woke up, I realised how much I...absolutely love her.

I hadn't dare to before,

but I've finally let myself.

Thank you.

Really.

-So much.

-Hey.

It's my job.

No, it's my daughter, it's my whole life.

So much more than your job, yet you push this away, don't you?

It's what makes what we do worthwhile.

It's what makes what I do so hard.

This department, Robyn. We're on the edge of life itself.

There are so many deaths, so many grieving parents, it's easier...

No, it's essential that I just work with my patients.

With the babies, but...thank you. You were right

to remind me.

Why this job?

It was the challenge at first. The medicine.

And then it got real.

But there's another reason.

They were all prem babies and, yeah,

that's me.

Duffy, I love you. And I want what you want.

Because our love is not just the romantic thing.

It's bigger, it's more grown-up than that.

You are the sweetest man alive.

So bring on the sleepless nights.

They're family, aren't they?

Our family.

Hey, guys!

I'm sorry you can't come up to see us,

but she's doing really well...now.

My brave little daughter. Charlotte.

There she is. Having a little sleep.

-Cos it's hard work having an uncle like Max.

-Aw!

-She's beautiful.

She can't wait to meet you all, guys.

ALL: Aw!