Strike Three Casualty

Grace Beauchamp, ten years old, involved in a high-speed RTC,

transferred by an air ambulance, which crashed.

HIGH-PITCHED SQUEAL

Traumatic brain injury.

Chances? It's not looking good.

You're going to have to tell her that Grace might not be all right.

Two poxy years, that's all he's got.

730 whole days, Robyn.

Make it count.

You need to rest.

No, I'm fine. No, you're not fine.

There's a Band 7 spot that's opening up.

Oh, no, my days in the ED are long over.

We could really use you.

We're running out of time.

It's OK, I've got this.

She's so cold.

It's too late.

Just let me go.

Just let me go.

ECHOING: No!

No!

No! Connie?

Connie?

Are you OK?

D-Do you want me to get you a doctor?

Why, what's happened?

Nothing, it sounded like you were in pain.

You try sleeping on this.

SHE SIGHS

Guy ran an EEG yesterday?

Yeah, there was, uh...

..some runs of seizure activity,

but the EEG is becoming more normal.

So, her brain's functioning?

Well, we won't know until she wakes up, so...

But if her intracranial pressure's dropping, then that means they must

be thinking of reducing the anaesthetic -

bring her out of the coma?

It's been discussed, yeah.

I'm afraid they've run out of milk so black is the new...latte.

There we go.

Sorry, I didn't know what time you were arriving.

You'd better have this. Oh, it's good, I'm OK.

No, go on.

It's not pretty but it's strong.

I'm sure your brain is still five hours behind your body.

Right, I'd better get on.

You know where I am if you need me.

You know, you didn't have to walk me all the way to work.

It means I get to spend more time with you, doesn't it?

I'm sorry my shifts have been so crazy.

Don't worry about it.

Right then, I'll see you in T-minus 12 hours.

You're sure you don't mind?

If you're in your bed and I'm in mine,

then one of us is in the wrong place. Come here.

See you later. See you later.

Looks like there's a storm brewing.

Really? I hadn't noticed.

Uh-huh, because you definitely have your head in the clouds.

What time is it?

Seven.

What happened to, "Goodbye tension, hello pension"?

Today's the first day of the rest of our lives.

SHE GROANS

What have you done with my clothes?

Where we're going, we don't need clothes.

Jan!

There's a pile for charity in the spare room.

We'll go shopping this afternoon,

get you kitted out for the trip.

What do you think?

I'm calling it Capri Sun.

Isn't that a sort of juice?

I thought we could take one last dip, then it's out of the hot tub,

into the hot springs.

Have you looked out the window?

A bit of rain never hurt anyone.

Last one in is an old git.

Ah, tell me you haven't spent all night in ITU.

Tell me you haven't accepted a job here.

Is that this morning's crossword?

Curious to a fault, four letters.

Come on, Charlie, when did you last get a proper night's sleep?

Ah, sleep's overrated.

Any news?

Yeah, how's Mrs Beauchamp doing?

Sorry, not much to report at the moment.

But then they do say no news is good news, don't they?

THUNDER ROLLS

Ooh, hoo-hoo!

WATER FLUSHES

Jan!

Still waiting, Roy boy. THUNDER ROLLS

Come on in, the water's fine.

Bene dell'acqua.

Bubbles provided,

no need to contribute.

Come inside.

I don't want to, you can't make me, I'm retired.

For goodness' sake, Jan, the storm's very close.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, Roy.

AIR BUZZES

It's about dancing in the rain.

Get in here, you daft woman!

THUNDER CLAPS

That was incredible!

Did you see that, Roy?

Roy?

Roy!

SIRENS WAIL

THUNDER ROLLS

That'll be Charlie cracking the whip.

Can't miss breakfast.

Isn't it weird how Alicia labels her food?

Oh, mate. I think it makes it taste better.

Makes it taste beautiful.

Jez, can we get started, please? Yeah, yeah, yeah.

RADIO: '3-0-0-6 from Control,

'emergency call to assist in Sandham Hill,

'male with lightning strike injury. Patient is conscious, over.'

Ready to roll, boss?

Iain?

What? '3-0-0-6, have you received our last message? Over.'

Well, don't leave the man hanging, come on.

3-0-0-6 to Control.

Can you repeat that? Over.

Her lips are so dry.

Make sure she gets hourly mouth care.

Her sheets need changing.

Of course, Mrs Beauchamp.

I'll take that.

Haemoglobin's 11.

She's on fluids, together with daily blood tests.

12, 11.5, 11.

It's been consistently falling for a few days.

Which makes sense given haemodilution

and her other injuries, daily blood tests. No, get Guy in here.

Connie, this isn't your department.

It could be an occult bleed.

You're overreacting.

She needs a CT, chest, abdo and pelvis. Now!

THUNDER ROLLS

Help! Please, he's on the conservatory roof.

You've got to hurry.

Right, we need the fire crew, please, Jez.

He's confused -

he can't move his legs.

Where did he fall from?

And he was hit by lightning?

I think so, but he was inside.

Lightning travels through pipes, electric cables,

metal window frames.

Anything conductive is fair game, really.

The fire lads are on their way. Good.

Roy, don't move!

OK, we can't wait. Have you got any rope or anything?

I need to get him secured before that glass gives way.

Looks like a severe sprain but she is Ottawa positive

so let's do an X-ray to make sure it's not a fracture, all right?

Charlie. Yeah.

Bacon, extra brown sauce. I'll leave it in the office.

Keep it.

You've got a full house upstairs.

Sam's here?

Flight arrived this morning.

Any change in Grace?

How's Connie coping?

Your guess is as good as mine.

You sorted that X-ray yet, David?

Yes, yes, X-ray...

We're all hoping for good news.

Same time tomorrow?

You sure you're up to it?

Same time tomorrow.

Easy, Iain, easy.

Careful, mate.

GLASS CREAKS

Iain, are you OK?

Yeah.

Yeah, all good.

You shouldn't be here.

It's OK, Mr Hills. I'm a paramedic, all right?

I'm here to help you. What's happening? Is he all right?

Yeah, almost there, Mrs Hills. Just give me a minute.

I won't tell you again, Tom.

OK, I need you to stay nice and still for me, Mr Hills, OK?

Nice and still. I said get back!

GLASS CREAKS

No, no, no, no, no!

Oh, no! Roy!

Mr Hills, don't try to move, stay very still.

She needs surgery. I have a theatre slot this afternoon.

And you'd do the operation?

Is that a problem?

Her cerebral pressure is the problem.

Putting her on bypass is questionable at best.

Risk-managing my specialism again, Mr Self?

I thought after what happened last week...

That's hardly relevant.

Sorry, guys, but what's going on?

It seems Grace has a small tear on her aorta.

Are you all right, Mr Hills?

ROY: Careful, Tom, easy does it.

He mentioned Tom earlier.

Tom's our son.

He died ten years ago.

He never talks about him.

This confusion, is it just temporary from the shock?

Excuse me? This confusion, is it just temporary?

Iain! THUD

Mrs Hills, I'm so sorry.

It's my fault. Are you all right?

I'm fine, just...just look after Roy.

Are you sure? Please.

OK, eh, Jez, we need to switch - you drive.

What? Why?

It's a complicated case.

Mate, I've got it covered.

I haven't got time to argue.

How was this missed?

There was nothing on Grace's initial films.

A pseudoaneurysm has formed around the tear

so any bleeding, thus far, has been minimal.

Guy's right, we wait.

The aneurysm could expand and rupture.

You of all people should know the implications.

The swelling on the brain is decreasing.

Well, exactly, so, if we can give her more time to heal...

Mr Self has a history of poor judgment

when it comes to cardiothoracics.

Given your recent track record in theatre, I...

Her aorta needs to be our priority.

What is the point of a functioning heart without a functioning brain?

Says the man who has neither. Right, stop! Stop! That's enough.

I'll book theatre.

I'll give you a few hours to decide either way.

Right, thank you.

I'm sure if we put our heads together...

No, this is my decision.

Connie, I'm her father.

You were a sperm donor, nothing more.

Connie. No, not now, Jacob.

SIRENS WAIL

What on earth?

They're called Lichtenberg figures,

they're ruptured capillaries from the electrical charge.

It's just superficial.

All right in the back?

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

He's in SVT.

What does that mean?

It means your husband's heart is beating very fast.

Right, I need to start carotid massage.

Can we get there ASAP, please, Jez?

DOOR CLOSES

I'm so sorry, Connie.

If there's anything I can do...

What are you researching?

Time.

Time?

Any more than 45 minutes on circulatory arrest could affect

Grace's neuropsychological function, and if they run out of time...

Why would they?

"Prolonged DHCA can trigger biochemical alterations and

"cau...cause n...

"neuronal degeneration, cell death, or both."

Jac's an experienced surgeon.

It's not an exact science.

You should prepare for all eventualities

but you need to focus on the most positive.

Look, I know this is difficult but that's the kind of advice we give,

day in, day out.

I need some air. I'll come with you.

No, no, please.

Look, I'll go to your place,

check your messages,

get you a change of clothes.

It could be a long night.

Right, this is Roy Hills, 70.

Contact injuries from a lightning strike,

followed by two falls, both of three metres.

His BP dropped to 80/40 during a run of SVT en-route,

we rectified that with some carotid sinus massage.

GCS 14, he's complaining of superficial cuts

plus weakness in his legs.

Dropped from what?

Pulse 116, his sats are 96%. Right, which bed, please?

Two. What was his initial BP?

Right, bed two. 140/85.

He'll need a full trauma survey, urgent repeat ECG, chest X-ray...

He's back in SVT. 6mg of adenosine, please.

PHONE CHIMES

Still in SVT despite 18mg of adenosine.

OK, we do need to cardiovert him.

Do you want sedation? Yep, 50mg of propofol.

Will somebody tell me what's happening?

OK, we're going to shock your husband's heart

so that it can go back into a normal rhythm.

Set the defib to synchronised shock, charge to 100.

Charging. DEFIBRILLATOR WHINES

Clear.

Shocking.

SHE GASPS

100 given, no change.

Charge to 120.

Charging. Clear.

Shocking.

Back in sinus.

Hey, Charlie.

Yeah? I just saw Mrs Beauchamp, she looks terrible.

In the department?

Yeah.

Do you think something's happened?

Well, let's not go jumping to conclusions, shall we?

Have you pulled up that X-ray for me?

Right, let's go have a word with Mrs Austin.

Hey, um, how's he doing?

Who?

Your patient, the lightning guy.

Oh, um, yeah, still early days yet.

Any interesting symptoms or side-effects?

Like what? Oh, I dunno,

can he generate and magnify external localised

electromagnetic phenomena by manipulating

intense bio-electric fields generated by his body, for example?

If you mean has he turned into Thor, then no.

Black Lightning actually - a true hero.

He restarted Superman's heart and he's Batman-trained in close combat.

Right, he's also fictional, yeah?

OK, Mr Hills, your heart is back in a stable rhythm.

But your BP is still a little low so no sudden movements, please.

He was very confused earlier.

Stop fussing, Jan.

There are some temporary symptoms associated with lightning strikes.

The current may have blown a couple of fuses.

You gave me such a shock.

No sense of irony, my wife.

OK, chest X-ray, echo and bloods look good. Urinalysis was NAD.

Robyn, make a start on Mr Hills' facial lacs

and I'll make arrangements with CCU.

I won't be long.

We're supposed to be flying to Italy tomorrow.

I'm guessing I'll need to contact the airline and reschedule.

Once we've found a bed for you upstairs

then you will be admitted, overnight at least.

You should just cancel it.

Why would I do that?

Can't you see this was a wake-up call?

A bolt from the blue?

You've been promising me this trip for over a decade.

As soon as you retired, you said.

The universe has shaken you to awaken you.

It's a dangerous world out there, Jan.

Work was just an excuse, wasn't it?

You never had any intention of going.

I don't want to, you can't make me, I'm retired.

I've had years of this.

He never wants to go anywhere, do anything.

What's Italy got that Holby hasn't?

Let's just keep this nice and calm, OK?

It's OK, I'll go.

Leave you in peace.

ANSWERING MACHINE: You have one new message.

Message one.

JACOB'S VOICE: We've got Steph in Resus and she's in a bad way.

You're not answering your phone, where are you?

You need to call me as soon as you get this.

I'm really worried about you.

SHE COUGHS LIGHTLY

Are you all right?

Have you got someone here?

My, um... My daughter, Grace, she's in ITU.

Oh, I'm sorry.

What's she like, Grace?

It's hard with all the...

tubes and the machines,

but who they are is just as important as how they are.

Doctors and nurses forget that sometimes.

She's very smart.

Mm.

Very funny.

SHE GASPS SLIGHTLY

And very pretty.

She plays the violin badly.

I think it's on purpose most of the time.

And now she wants a puppy,

of course, I've told her she can have a puppy.

Does she often get her own way? Oh, all the time.

So, she doesn't give up easy.

Is her father here?

It's complicated.

SHE COUGHS HALTINGLY

Don't do this on your own, not if you don't have to.

If two people can share one umbrella,

they can survive the storm together.

SHE COUGHS AND WHEEZES

Are you all right?

SHE WHEEZES LOUDLY

Let's get you inside.

It's OK, it's all right.

SHE STRUGGLES FOR BREATH

All right.

Can we get some help here, please?

Mrs B, what are you doing?

We need to get her into Resus.

What's happened?

She's tachypneic, tachycardic and heart rate's 120. All right.

Connie, we can handle this.

Connie? Let's just get her on to the bed. Jan! All right.

What's happened, is she all right?

Right, she's uh...she's going to need FBCs, U's and E's, LFTs, um...

chest X-ray, arterial blood gases.

Connie, we've got this. Connie, you're not on duty.

Um, no, I'm needed here.

I know you want to fix things, make things better.

Yeah, no, I can help her.

Decreased breath sounds on the right.

Looks like a tension pneumothorax. Cannula, please.

Do you want some local? No time.

You shouldn't be here. Let's get you back upstairs.

Come on, you know I'm right.

Come on.

WHEEZING CONTINUES

Small scratch, Mrs Hills.

- Chest drain, please.

I can't do it, Charlie.

I can't do it.

It's the dream.

I can't go through this again.

I thought I'd lost her in the crash

and now she's going to die on the table.

I saw it, she...

Her heart, Jac, everything,

everything's the same, except I can't wake up.

Our dreams represent our deepest fears,

it doesn't mean anything. No, she's going to die.

As a doctor, what advice would you give yourself?

You know the answer, you need to act on it.

Chest drain is swinging nicely.

Securing it.

Yep, sats are improving and pulse is up to 100.

Nice work.

Well done, everyone.

Can I stay with her?

I want her to know I'm here.

Of course, I'll arrange something.

She'll need an X-ray, Robyn.

Yeah, I'm on it.

Oh.

You look terrible.

Thanks, I needed that.

You should take a break.

Nice biscuit, cup of tea.

Actually, I do have some admin to catch up on.

So, go, sit.

You're making me feel tired just looking at you.

I, um, think we should see how it goes,

but, yes, let's go ahead with the procedure, OK? Grace is...

Connie... ..not going to give up easily.

What is it, what's happened?

Her haemoglobin's down to 8.

They've run more tests.

Connie, wait. Let them do their jobs.

It's good that you're both here.

The chest X-ray is showing a small, right-sided pleural effusion.

With the decrease in haemoglobin and hematocrit,

it looks like the pseudoaneurysm has started leaking.

Which does complicate things.

Or clarifies them.

She needs the surgery, the sooner the better.

No, no, wait, um...

I thought you just said this was the way to go?

Not like this.

Mr Self and I are in agreement.

Yes, and that's saying something.

You know this really is the only course of action.

No, but... It's OK, Connie, I've got this.

What did you just say?

I've got this.

As soon as you've signed the consent forms,

they'll prep Grace for theatre.

The chest tube will help you breathe, Mrs Hills.

You fractured a rib and punctured your lung.

Have you had a fall recently?

I had a bit of a bump with the ambulance door.

What kind of a bump?

It was an accident, I don't think he could hear me.

Can I leave this with you, please?

Yeah, sure.

Why didn't you say something sooner?

I wanted to go to Italy.

At least this proves my point.

That it's a dangerous world out there?

Hardly.

Life's too short.

I can't keep living on hold.

What do you mean?

Bad things happen to people even when they are careful.

That's not true.

You got struck by lightning when you were inside, safe as houses.

And I got knocked over by a bloomin' ambulance.

What are you saying?

Dangerous things happen even when we are taking care.

That's daft.

Says who?

One cup of tea, shaken not...

HE SNORES LIGHTLY

You...you spoke about Tom earlier when you were confused.

You know what happened to him was an accident.

He should have been driving slower, been more careful.

I can't just forget what happened to him.

Why the heck not?

Tom was funny and silly and soft as butter.

He wouldn't want you remembering him

with tubes and machines and all that nonsense.

He was a "Prime time player with major league swig."

Swag.

That's the one.

If he was here right now, you know what he'd say to you?

What?

"Get a life, pops."

You found your comfort zone,

with your suits and your numbers and your responsible job.

But when was the last time you did something for the first time?

First time I ever got hit by lightning.

Your wake-up call,

your bolt from the blue.

Maybe Tom was trying to tell you something?

Go with a bang, not a whimper?

I'm game...

if you are.

Iain?

Iain!

SHE WHISTLES

All right, Chuckles, didn't see you there.

Didn't see me, didn't hear me.

What are you doing? Which is louder?

Neither.

So, you can take your castanets and flamen-go.

I hear there was a bump with an ambulance door.

Oh, gossip at an all-time low, is it?

Let me examine your ears. Lily, I haven't got time for this.

Yes, you do.

I was the one who examined you after the crash,

I don't want to be held responsible for missing anything.

I'm fine. The same cannot be said of Jan Hills, who suffered

a broken rib and needed emergency treatment for a pneumothorax.

Right.

Is she OK?

No thanks to you.

Look, Lily, it's all sorted, Jez has taken over the driving.

So, you acknowledge you're not fit to work?

It was an accident. Not if it happens again.

It won't. Then let me examine you.

Do I have a choice?

Jac.

We're taking Grace to theatre.

See you soon, sweetheart.

It's OK, Connie.

I'll update you as soon as I can.

For when she wakes up.

It's her favourite, isn't it?

(Just let me go.)

Stop, stop, wait!

I'm coming with you.

You're not serious?

Get rid of it.

What?

You really think this is a good idea?

You don't mind, do you, Jac?

I can always rely on you to keep me on my toes.

I think you're making a mistake.

My family, my decision.

The eardrum is definitely perforated

but it looks like the tear's already healing.

There are signs of infection in the middle ear

so you'll need to start on a course of antibiotics.

And that's it?

You sound disappointed.

Course not.

I'll sign you off work for a while.

There's no need for that.

Otitis media can affect your balance,

you could have a more serious accident.

You need to take better care of yourself.

Yeah, well, what if I don't want to?

Lily, there's three of the HEMS team

plus five others in the morgue, two of them are paramedics.

Connie's little one is up in ITU and I'm off the booze for a week?!

You can't change what happened.

I know that.

You need to turn this into something positive.

Positive?

If I lose a patient, I make sure it pushes me to improve,

to become a better doctor.

It's a way of honouring them, of moving forward.

You can't change what happened but you can redefine it.

Is Charlie in his office?

Yeah, but he's working on an urgent report.

Ah, now is not a good time, David. Oh, it'll only take a second.

Is Charlie all right?

Yeah, he's absolutely fine but he's really busy.

PHONE CHIMES

Look, this really is urgent.

Robyn, now is not a good time.

But the universe has shaken me to awaken me.

Charlie! Any news on Grace?

Yes, I've actually just had a text from Connie.

Well, perhaps you could give us all an update, Charlie.

Then it's back to work, OK?

JAC: Grace's music, please.

MUSIC PLAYS

I'm afraid Grace has to go back into theatre.

What? Why?

They discovered a small tear on her aortic arch,

the bleed from which was being contained within a pseudoaneurysm,

which they hoped would buy Grace more time for recovery,

but, unfortunately, it started leaking

so they're going to have to take her back into theatre.

DAVID: Well, is she strong enough for that?

Well, they're worried that the operation

might increase the swelling to the brain.

That sounds bad, Charlie.

So, Grace is on bypass.

There's no blood flowing to her heart

and they've cooled her body to keep her brain protected.

How's Mrs Beauchamp?

She's...she's with Grace. She's being very strong for her

and her dad is here as well.

For families, I think the waiting is about the worst part.

And all we can do, really, is send our best hopes and thoughts to

Grace and her family.

And let's not forget the surgeons,

who literally have her heart in their hands.

I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news.

It's always difficult when it's one of our own.

I'm sorry.

Thanks, Charlie.

Mmm, she's back for seconds.

You could at least try and play hard to get.

Your self-certificate and these - three a day for a week.

Well, you've got to support your local dealer, eh?

Grace is back in theatre, an aortic arch pseudoaneurysm.

I thought you'd want to know. Poor kid, man.

Don't get mad, get better, OK?

What's up with you, sick note?

Perforated eardrum.

My balance and my hearing are shot.

OK, so that's why you've been ignoring me.

It has its advantages.

So, I'm going to take a few sick days and then some leave.

What?

You're not seriously going to leave me here on my own, are you?

Aww, see this?

It's the world's smallest violin.

You going to miss me? Yeah, like an idiot misses the point.

What? Exactly.

Time to become a man, Running Wolf.

How are you feeling?

Bit more human, thanks to you.

"Let him sleep, for when he wakes, he shall move mountains."

Or make rousing speeches.

Not long till home time.

I trust you'll be going back to yours for some shut-eye.

No, I couldn't.

Not till I know.

Hope and Anchor, is it?

Well, I suppose it will just have to be.

I don't know how you do it.

Um, I'll let you get on.

Nasopharyngeal temp is 12.

She's had methylprednisolone, thiopental and cardioplegia.

She's in hypothermic circulatory arrest.

Let's stop the pump, start the clock, we have 45 minutes.

Cross clamps, please.

MUSIC: A Song About Love by Jake Bugg

# Songs about love

# Is that what you hoped you would find

# When it's burning inside

# But a song about love's not enough

# So what do you want for?

# What are you needing... #

How much time have you reserved for the graft?

Including the time I spend talking to you?

No interruptions, please.

Another large brandy, neat.

You'd better make that a black coffee.

What are you doing here, Charlie?

I was going to ask you the same question.

Grace is in surgery.

You know Connie's in there with her, right?

I know. So?

So, I'm taking a step back.

It's what she wants.

Jacob... Look, she...she made it pretty clear.

Twice.

That may be true,

but the fact is this operation is complicated and risky.

If Grace...

If Grace doesn't make it and you're not there,

how are you going to feel?

We're running out of time.

Just finishing up now.

JAC TUTS

SHE SIGHS

What just happened?

Fresh suture, please.

Jac? Jac, can you sa...? Can you salvage the graft?

The graft is fine. 3-0 prolene, please.

Can someone assist Mrs Beauchamp?

Focus, please, we can't lose any more time. Music off.

MUSIC STOPS

Hey, pudding.

Where's Charlie?

He's over there, back room. Thank you.

Hiya.

Where's Iain?

Home, mate. Doctor's orders.

I told him I'd text him as soon as we heard anything.

I'll get these. What are you drinking?

Um, lime and lemonade.

One lime and lemonade coming up.

White wine.

We thought it might be a long night

and Noel wanted to play Holby Monopoly.

Did you do this?

I might've mentioned we'd be stopping by.

They asked.

They're all worried about Grace and they wanted to come and be

a rock for their rock or something equally soppy.

Hey, I am too reigning champion.

You remember, Charlie, I got two hotels on Farmead?

How much can you charge for that?

You'd have to pay me to stay on Farmead.

THEY LAUGH

Deal me in.

Connie, wh...

What's...?

What's happened?

The suture snapped. Wha...?

What suture?

It's my fault.

Is she OK?

It's my fault.

I let this happen.

PANICKED BREATHING

I think we should go somewhere tomorrow.

You're working, aren't you?

Nope.

Since when?

Since I spoke to Charlie, and got a few weeks off.

Seriously?

Life's too short.

Yeah, I got that memo.

You go out with this rabble much?

No, no, I don't drink, really.

Do you know, drinking soft drinks in the pub

can be as expensive as drinking alcohol?

It costs only 20 pence for the syrup,

and then they charge you ten times that.

What a racket.

Grace is going to be OK, isn't she?

It's hard when you don't know whether or not

they're going to be OK.

Have you got kids?

A son.

But we don't speak much.

It's been two years now.

Two years?!

It was a tricky break-up.

Yeah, still, shouldn't stop you seeing him or talking to him,

if that's what you want?

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

How much longer?

They've got to put her back on the pump, warm her up.

She's dead, I know she's dead.

Please stop saying that.

Her heart pinked up nicely, they're warming her up now.

You salvaged the graft?

Yes, I put some extra sutures in.

She's going to be OK?

She's stable, she's doing well.

Can we see her?

As soon as she's back in recovery, she's all yours.

Thank you so much.

Yes.

This feels just like waiting the other week.

And they say lightning never strikes twice.

That's a myth, actually.

Lightning strikes the earth around 6,000 times a minute.

So, it could be ten minutes or longer than a million years,

but eventually...

Y...

Sorry, I'm a bit of a storm-chaser.

PHONE RINGS

Hello, Jac.

Who's Jac?

Jac Naylor, she's a heart surgeon.

OK, right.

Yeah, you too.

It went well.

A long way to go, but she's back in ITU and she's stable.

Right, time you lot headed off home.

Most of you have got to be back in here very soon.

Goodnight, Charlie. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, Charlie.

Night-night, David. Night.

Night, Dave.

Hi, Rosa...

it's me...

David.

Your ex, David.

Could you call me back, please?

Thanks.

Come on then, old man, time for you to hit the hay.

No, pointless me going home, I won't sleep.

Oh, you're not seriously going to pull another all-nighter?

Yeah, it looks that way.

OK.

Come on then, I always wanted a couple of houses on Edwalton.

You serious? Yeah, absolutely.

Have you got stuff you've always wanted to do?

What do you mean? Like a bucket list?

Yeah, I guess.

I hadn't thought about it.

Really?

I've had a vision board since I was a kid with pictures

of places I wanted to go and things I wanted to do.

Well, show me, then.

Maybe we can tick a few things off together.

Like Euro Disney?

I've always wanted to go to Euro Disney.

Is your name Ariel?

Because we mermaid for each other.

That's terrible.

Do you really think you'd be up for it?

Are you kidding? Let's go pack now.

THEY SQUEAL EXCITEDLY

You've got to fight now, Grace, OK?

You've got to fight as hard as you can,

because we're all here, waiting for you -

me, Daddy, Jacob and um...

..this little guy, look.

I've called him Sid.

You know I'm not very good at names,

but he's going to need a lot of love...

so you've got to get better.

You've got to get better and come home.

BEEPING

What exactly happened? No idea.

How are we supposed to treat him when we don't know what's wrong?

If something happens to me... I'd love it if you took the kids.

BEEPING Dad...! Anyone!

His throat's swelling. Fletch, you've got to help me...

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