Episode 22 Casualty

As of today, I am clinical lead, Just until Mrs Beauchamp returns.

I've been under a little bit of stress.

Think I could do with taking a few weeks off.

-What happened?

-You tell me. She's asystolic.

Rash, help me get the pads on, front and back, OK?

Rash?

It's only false if it doesn't work.

You're not the best person to be the judge of that.

Do you know what? Keep up the pretence. No-one believes it.

I'll just check.

Sorry. Erm, yes, thank you.

OK, folks, they're about to upgrade.

That was the chief operating officer - she's on her way down.

-In the meantime, no transfers.

-STAFF EXCLAIM IN PROTEST

I know, I know, but we're not at capacity yet.

-OK, that's two more for resus. Five minutes.

-You were saying?

OK. All right.

Right, let's... Let's put the full department protocol on.

All right? We'll start using corridors for patients,

so we'll need a corridor nurse on that.

HTC and resus only for those who absolutely need it.

Sorry, you do know how many we've got in reception already?

Yes, I do. It's temporary.

We just need to do our best until everything starts moving again.

-PHONE BLEEPS

-OK, that's the alert. It's code red.

The hospital is officially full.

Straight through to Resus, please. Can I have a PCF?

-OK, bed four, please.

-Have you got a pen?

Sorry. Who are you?

Bea Kinsella, your new F1.

-OK, you need to speak to Dr Hardy.

-Ooh!

Gosh. All right.

-Clamp, please, quickly.

-Yeah, he might be a while.

-Sorry.

-OK, stem the bleed.

-OK, let's get her onto the bed.

-Let's get a pressure dressing on.

Mm!

Good work.

-Get the door for us, will you, mate?

-Sure.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

-No problem.

CLATTERING

What was that?

Are you all right?

PHONE RINGS When's Dylan back?

-Er...I don't know.

-What, he's just off until further notice?

We're already short. Are we getting a locum or...?

No, we don't need a locum -

we just need to get patients out of the department.

Yes, but that's out of our control.

Can we at least have some extra nurses?

OK, Alicia, I could really do with some help and this isn't helping.

Do you know there's also an F1 waiting for induction?

-Is there any chance...?

-No.

-I literally don't have time.

..needs to be sent home.

OK, I think that's the new chief operating officer.

Please, Alicia.

-Fine.

-Thank you.

Miss Baxter? Hi.

I'm Ethan Hardy, clinical lead.

Never going to live this one down.

They were more worried about the cakes, to be honest.

Yeah, well, that's three days' work they're mopping up.

What, just to make these little cakes?

24 processes each. And if you call them cakes once more,

I'm going to sock you, mate.

It's all right. There's spare of everything -

-there'll be enough for service.

-Oh, good, panic over.

It's my own stupid fault.

If you're going to eat cake for breakfast, mate...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't call them that!

-He don't like the word "cake."

-It's art, man.

You hear that?

Art, man.

-Cuppa?

-No, thanks.

Shouldn't be much longer.

Hi. Bea, was it?

-Yeah.

-Dr Hardy's not actually available now,

so I'm going to get you up and running.

Alicia Munroe. Specialist registrar.

I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.

Yeah, sorry. As you can see, we're in the middle of a situation here.

Well, then, you could use an extra pair of hands.

-I'm ready when you are.

-Great.

Noel, are you making a cuppa?

Do us one, will you, mate?

SIREN WAILS

CHARLIE: Calm down. I'm doing all that I can, all right?

What?

Don't even ask.

Right, what have you got?

-Diabetic hypo.

-Have you worked your magic?

-Of course.

-Well, I'd make yourselves comfortable.

-Is the SOP on?

-Yes, but the corridor's all ready full up

-and we're trying for a divert.

-That doesn't really help us.

Charlie, how long is it going to be?

It's a piece of string, I'm afraid.

IAIN: Yeah, well, every winter, mate, they tell us they're prepared.

And every winter the whole thing falls apart.

Everybody points the finger at A&E like that's where the problem is,

but if there's no beds on ITU, what are you going to do?

You can't risk surgery, so people get stuck on beds,

you've got old people stuck on beds

cos social services hasn't got anywhere to put them.

Chronic patients start falling like flies,

so they're having prolonged stays, so what do you get?

Bottleneck.

Are you feeling all right?

Yeah, just a bit wiped.

Coffee?

Cheers.

-It's a game of sardines in there.

-Really?

How's he doing?

His blood sugar's back up but his BP's still falling.

He's a bit tachy. I'm going to see if I can get us bumped up a bit.

-Keep an eye on him.

-Good luck with that.

No, I'm not cross about it -

I just wanted to whisk you away somewhere romantic.

I don't need whisking or romantic.

Oh, you soppy, lovely old fool, you.

Charlie, sorry. Can you have a look at a patient for me?

I'm a bit worried.

Happy anniversary.

Happy anniversary.

Thank you. Remind me what you've got.

OK, 22-year-old male, type-one diabetic,

had a hypo basically because he had too much sugar for breakfast

and tried to make up for it with extra insulin, the numpty.

We've given him 100ml of IV, 10% glucose,

his BM's 5.7, but he's still drowsy and slightly tachy.

BP's 100/70, low-grade temperature 37.6 and his resp rate's 20.

-What's his name again?

-Kam.

-Right.

Hello, Kam. My name's Charlie.

-All right, Charlie?

-Yeah.

Let's have a look.

-Nice lippy.

-What's that?

-Nice lippy.

-Oh, that's my wife.

-If you say so.

-Behave - it's his wedding anniversary.

Oh, congrats, fella.

Thank you. So, let's get some oxygen up and a fluid bolus

of 250 of normal saline to get his heart rate down.

And I'll get us a doctor.

Take your time. First day off I've had in months.

-Cheers, Charlie.

-Cheers.

-Nice one, mate.

Right, excellent.

OK. Clinical guidelines...

Alicia, can I borrow you?

-Er, can it wait?

-I don't think so.

Right, we're going to have to come back to this.

-Ready to get your hands dirty?

-Yes.

OK, does it hurt when you move your head side to side?

And can you touch your chest with your chin?

OK. I'm just going to have a little feel of your tummy

if that's all right.

I've never had a hypo like this before.

You know what? It's probably just a touch of the old man flu.

But it's better to be safe than sorry, eh?

OK, can I get an FBC, LFT, U&Es, clotting, CRP,

and can we start on monitoring his urine output, please?

I'm going to try and get him inside.

Right. Good luck with that.

Oh, not the hair!

-Bea!

-Surprise.

-Dipstick.

-Same to you, dipstick.

-I need a urine dipstick.

-Oh, er, I'll just show you where they are.

Thought I was getting away from all that old-lady wee

when I left the OPU. Who do I have to sleep with to get into resus?

I wouldn't know. I'm doing all I can to stay out of there.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

It's so good to see you.

-I'd better...

-Yeah.

Sorry.

If you'd just like to keep your arm like that, keep some pressure there.

Good man.

So, what are you doing for your anniversary, then, Charlie Bear?

-You're looking at it.

-That's sad, bro.

How long you been married?

-A year.

-A year?

-One year?

-Yeah.

-How old are you?

Seriously? It's your first wedding anniversary

and you're not spoiling her?

It'll be your last, too, if you're not careful.

-I got flowers.

-Where from? The garage?

Mate!

All done. She definitely has a UTI, so I've given her Trimethoprim.

-She's ready for review and discharge.

-Good.

We can't give cubicle space to a stable 22-year-old

-when there are more urgent patients.

-I agree.

So I'm supposed to just treat him in the ambulance?

For now, yes. PHONE RINGS

Avis Bexter. All right, I'll come up.

-I'll be back.

-OK.

You could have taken my side.

It's not about sides.

It's a clinical decision.

Mr Jansen's free to go.

At last, and what's the conclusion?

Rhinovirus infection.

So he's got a cold?

-PHONE RINGS

-Urgent patients?

Mr Janssen also has COPD.

Excuse me.

You two, if you can't get through it in 20 minutes, come and find me.

Sure.

Sorry. Thank you, Dr Gardner.

Ah, Duffy. That's Blake's solicitor. I will be two minutes.

All right.

A rhinovirus infection?

Yes.

Hello, Mr Calderwood.

I'm Dr Masum.

-38.3.

-You all right, Kam? How are you doing?

HE MOANS

Now, don't fall asleep on me now, mate.

I need your help. All the good restaurants are fully booked.

So, have you got any other bright ideas?

I don't know, man.

He's hitting markers. I don't like this.

-Looks like he's septic.

-Where's Alicia?

Well, she'll be here when she gets here.

All right, Kam, don't flake on us.

Yeah, come on, mate.

What did you do for your last anniversary?

Mate, I work 16 hours a day, seven days a week.

As if I have time for a girlfriend.

-That's my excuse an' all.

-I know what you mean.

-Hi.

His bloods.

-Well, this is cosy.

-Kam, listen.

This is important, OK?

You've got an infection, but we don't know where it is.

It's not urine or kidney and I don't think it's pneumonia.

Have you got any symptoms at all

that you might not be telling us about?

Kam, have you hurt yourself at all?

-What about burns?

-Yeah, have you burnt yourself?

Not for, like, a week.

-It hurts, though.

-Where is it?

-Sorry, mate. I'm going to have to cut this.

-What? No way!

-Do you know how much chefs' whites cost?

-Sorry, mate.

Right, let's start the sepsis six.

We're still within the hour to keep his antibiotics up.

Iain, keep him on oxygen and above 95%.

And I'll need fluids and cultures once you get another line.

And I want hourly urine checks.

-Charlie, come with me.

-Yeah.

I said, "Don't worry about it.

"It's only a blocked trachy. We'll be back home by tea-time,

"so why don't you pop in?" And she said,

"I would, but I've got something on."

So I said, "All right. Well, maybe tomorrow, then?"

And she said, "Maybe."

Actually, there's that chicken in the fridge. I'll roast it off.

And if she doesn't come, then I'll

just turn it into soup. What do you think?

All right. We'll do that, then.

Chicken noodle soup - that'll sort you out.

What?

Right, I think that's about done.

We'll get you started on antibiotics.

PATIENT COUGHS

You all right?

Mr Calderwood, can I take a look at your stitches?

When did you last see your oncologist?

-Wednesday.

-Did he take a look at this?

No, we've got a surgical outpatient appointment next week.

Right. It's not healing as well as I would have expected after two weeks,

but we'll run a few tests, just to be on the safe side.

David, FBCs, U&Es, LFT, CRP,

amylase clotting of EPG and the blood cultures.

Let's do a chest X-ray and an abdominal CT as well.

And let's give him some IV paracetamol.

How are you doing?

Fine.

Um, sorry, just excuse me just a minute.

What's up?

You heard what they said - you got to move quicker, man.

Just transfer him to a ward if he needs investigation.

What ward? There aren't any beds.

Well, they'll have to find one, won't they?

Come on, there's ambulances queueing up outside.

-Bea, I thought we swapped patients.

-Yeah, and I've done mine.

It's up to you. Just trying to help.

David, let's transfer him to AAU.

-But...

-Yeah, I know.

Just add him to the list.

Oh, right.

Mr Calderwood, we're going to admit you for observation,

and have a surgeon look at those stitches.

He might need an overnight bag.

Wouldn't it be quicker to sort him out here?

Er, for you, yes, probably.

But not for us, I'm afraid.

I really am sorry about this.

All right.

I'll go and pack you a bag.

Stay out of trouble while I'm gone.

The plan is for St James's to take three of our ITU patients

but we're still awaiting transfer. As soon as they're ready,

-and they've gone, these two can go to theatre.

-OK.

PHONE RINGS

ETHAN SIGHS

-Connie?

-Yes.

You know, she won't give up till you answer.

Not until I've got something positive to say.

Right, OK. We need 450mg of piperacillin IV,

5mg per kilo of gentamicin and a litre of Hartmann's, please.

Right.

My 22-year-old in the ambulance is a red-flag sepsis.

-Can we have a bed now?

-Yes.

-Call you back.

Er...you're going to have to start treatment outside.

-I-I'll figure it out.

-That's everything.

OK, well, let's play musical beds.

-Yeah.

-Yeah.

PAPERS CLATTER

Oh, Anya!

Oh, thank...

You nearly gave me a heart attack, love.

What are you doing?

Where's the gnome key?

-The what?

-The spare key we keep under the gnome - you've moved it.

I don't know what... You've got your own key.

I always use the gnome key.

Well, it must be in the basket.

How did you get in, then?

Where's his will?

I don't know the code. I'd start with your birthday.

BEEPING

SAFE OPENS

-You can't be serious. He needs to be inside.

-They're working on it.

Alicia, if he dies on my truck

-because we couldn't get him through them doors...

-He won't.

How are you feeling?

Well...have I swindled you out of your inheritance?

I had to check.

I've seen the way you two are with each other.

He depends on me.

-He has to.

-It's more than that.

You've got him wrapped around your little finger.

-That's not...

-Your secret little looks back and forth.

Anya, come on.

I've looked after him every day for six, nearly seven, years.

Exactly.

It was supposed to be for a few months,

but there was always something, wasn't there?

An infection, a complication, a fresh diagnosis.

Would you listen to yourself?!

You wouldn't be the first gold-digger to try their luck.

I'm not the one ransacking the place for his will.

I don't want his money.

I want him to get better.

So do I, sweetheart.

But he's not going to.

So the best thing you can do...

..is to make the most of the time he has left.

Why don't you come back to the hospital with me?

I don't like seeing him in there.

It's bad enough here with his... bed in the living room.

He can't do anything. He can't even have a proper conversation.

Oh, you'd be surprised.

He's still the same man underneath it all.

You could read to him, watch TV together, come and cook him a meal.

Isn't that what you're paid to do?

I'll let you know when he's back home.

Wait.

I'll come.

So, who do we need to move out of cubicles? Er...

Is there anyone whose treatment doesn't...

Can't believe I'm going to say this.

Is there anyone whose treatment doesn't require any privacy?

OK, er...Mason Calderwood's waiting for a bed on AAU.

-OK, can he wait in a chair?

-No, no. He needs to be lying down.

ETHAN SIGHS All right.

Let's see if there's anyone who's on a trolley in a corridor

who doesn't need to be lying down. At this stage, I'll take

anyone who can physically sit upright.

-This is ridiculous.

-Yes, it is.

Right, here. Alan Peters. He can go in the waiting area.

-Yes, OK. So if we put Mr Peters in a chair...

-Mm-hm.

-..Mr Calderwood can take his space on the corridor.

-Mm-hm.

Miss Fenton can take Mr Calderwood's cubicle,

so now we have a space in HDC

we can use as an additional resus bay, yes?

-OK, yeah.

-Right, brilliant.

OK, let's go.

Lovely.

So, how do you like being a clinical lead so far?

Dad?

-What's going on?

-I'm really sorry, but we needed the cubicle.

Are you joking? You're just going to leave him out here in the corridor?

That's completely unacceptable.

-I thought he was going to AAU.

-We have requested a bed.

And how long's that going to take?

I'm not sure, but the minute I do, I'll be able to tell...

For pity's sake!

The man is terminally ill - you can't treat him like this.

-Anya.

-It's undignified.

I-I know it's not ideal, and...

I want to speak to your manager.

-Oh, come on, love.

-I mean it. Who's in charge around here?

If you come with me, I'll find you a manager.

I'm really sorry about this.

So...I brought Anya with me.

Should I...?

No, you're right. Let her get it out of her system for a minute.

Juice?

I honestly always thought that a pastry chef just made pastry.

I did! Should be called a pudding chef if that's what it is.

I think I've been to your hotel before.

Is it where you can have coffee and cakes in the lounge?

Mm! Best cake I ever had, that.

Maybe you made it.

New dessert menu from today.

You should come back and try it.

I'll make you a selection up, special.

I might take you up on that.

OK, we've got him a bed.

What you want - a round of applause?

Right, let's get him inside, please.

This is all absolutely true, no word of a lie.

Have I not told you this before?

Anyway, I turn around, and there he is, this nonagenarian in Speedos!

HE LAUGHS AND COUGHS

What is the polite thing to do? Do I say something?

Do I not say something?

-Excuse me!

-All right, all right.

OK, let me see. Let me see. Er...

Oh, er, er...

Duffy! Duffy!

-Duffy, I really need your help.

-Yeah? What is it?

Oh, all right. Sir, I need you to keep your hands just like that.

Ken, with me over here.

OK, let's get him out of here.

We shouldn't have swapped.

Rash, with us!

Just says it all, doesn't it,

if we can't even find the person in charge?

-Dr Hardy?

-I want to speak to someone about my father's treatment.

Ethan?

Sorry. I've cleared HTC for...

-Dad?

-OK, yeah, go ahead.

Anya!

OK, we're going to have to put him in the corridor for now.

-All right, there's space on three.

-Just for a minute, OK?

I'll get it sorted. Sorry.

Excuse me.

-Duffy, remind me.

-Mason Calderwood,

being treated for chest infection and blocked tracheostomy.

History of laryngeal cancer and stomach cancer,

for which he's had a partial gastrectomy.

Two weeks ago, he was meant to have a Whipple's

but it was deemed inoperable once they got inside.

His wound opened on coughing.

-Going down...

-How you doing, Mason?

OK. Get me 2.5 mg of midazolam,

50 mg of atracurium to relax these abdo muscles.

Get some fluids up now and crossmatch two units.

Rash, I need you. Come here.

Dr Masum, now!

-Yeah.

-OK, hold this.

Oh, for the love of...

Good. Thank you.

David, check his airway.

Thank you.

One in.

Good, drugs are in. How you doing, Mason?

Good, right. Rash, you and I,

we need to get all of this back inside his body. Are you ready?

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

-No, no.

-Rash, Rash! Get back here.

-I'll do it.

-Excellent. How is he doing?

-Airways are clear.

Can you hold this? You ready?

-Mm-hm.

-Good.

You and I need to put this back inside his body. Are you ready?

Yes.

Here we go.

OK, this isn't working. We need to open up the cavity.

-Have you got him?

-Yeah.

-OK.

-There we go.

-MONITOR WARNING BLEEPS

-He's going into shock.

-I'm not surprised. Abdo packs, please.

Already soaked.

Apply pressure?

OK, that should hold him till we get him up to theatre.

David, tell them - HE'S the top priority.

You ready? Good.

Dr Kinsella...excellent work. Well done.

Oh!

Right, Kam, the doctors are going to take care of you now, all right?

And I'll nip back later to see how you're getting on.

Easy, fella.

Thanks, guys.

How you feeling, Kam?

-No.

-No?

Mm-hm.

Oh, this isn't good.

Have a look at this.

That's necrotising fasciitis.

Right, Kam, can you talk to me for a minute?

Do you know where you are?

Seven.

-OK, so, what's our next move?

-We're going to resus.

-There isn't any space.

-I don't care!

I'm not going to stand here and watch him die in the corridor.

Let's go to resus.

Time's up. Make way.

Let's move bay two, please.

Find a cubicle and stay with her, though, yeah?

OK, push fluids and get an arterial line in,

do an ABG and start a dobutamine infusion

and let's get some more antibiotics up, please.

OK, let's move.

-Ah!

-Thanks for making me look good.

-You all right?

-I'm fine.

You missed a treat. It was like a wrestling a massive pile of sausages

into a bumbag. I had my hands in him right up to there.

The smell - it was like rotten meat.

HE RETCHES

-You're a funny one.

-Bea, what's the matter with you?

That's a person you're talking about.

Anya, wait!

Right, nice one. That's his daughter.

Dr Hardy?

Thanks.

HE SIGHS

Multi-organ failure.

If we'd got him in here sooner, this would never have happened.

What was I supposed to do?

Seriously? What could I have done differently?

The ventilated patients have been transferred to St James's.

Finally! Right, let's get him straight up to theatre, please.

I'm going to let surgery know that he's on his way up.

And Mason Calderwood as well.

I am so, so sorry.

That will never happen again.

-Please, hear me out.

-Go on, then. Explain to me how funny this is.

I absolutely did not mean for you to hear what I said outside.

My father dying an unpleasant

and painful death is something for you to laugh about.

I'm so sorry - I was totally out of line.

I want to make a formal complaint about this doctor.

-Sorry?

-This hospital's a disgrace!

I don't know how you expect people to put up with it.

Yeah, try working here, mate.

Anya! That's enough.

-I know you're struggling...

-Coming through!

-..and feel guilty

for not doing more but that's no-one else's fault.

Where are you taking him?

Back to theatre. They'll do a saline watch to try and prevent infection,

then seal the wound. It shouldn't take that long,

if you want to come with us.

Not you.

You can go back to the house and clear out your things.

I'll call the agency and request a new carer

when I know he's being discharged.

And I still want to make a complaint about her.

I'm the big cheese - you can speak to me about that.

I'll see you upstairs.

Are you all right?

Yes, sorry.

-I shouldn't have spoken to her like that.

-No, you shouldn't.

But that doesn't excuse her.

Call the police, please. We need to

-report an assault on a member of staff.

-That isn't necessary.

No exceptions.

Right. Can we call them, please?

-I'll do it now.

-And what have you done?

-This is why I don't like leaving my office.

-Police, please.

-I'd like to report an assault.

-I'll speak to you later.

Yeah, it's Holby ED.

OK. Does someone want to explain to me

what the hell's been going on, please?

Hmm? You were meant to be keeping an eye on her.

Alic...

My office, the end of your shift.

You know you'll have to write

a statement for the police when they get here?

-And one for the file.

-Yes, I know the procedure.

Yeah.

Sorry, OK?

Today has been...

-..difficult.

-Yeah?

You should tell that to Kam. Oh, no, wait. You can't.

-If I could have just...

-No.

-It's not your fault.

-I know it isn't!

It's not mine, either.

I told you we needed more staff.

That wouldn't have helped him, would it?

-Tomorrow will be better.

-You don't know that.

-I have to believe it.

-Oh, why?

Because now you've got your swanky new job,

you have to toe the management line?

Put on a suit and smile and tell everyone,

"Oh, everything's going to be OK."

That's unfair.

I thought you'd be different.

Nothing's ever going to change, is it?

I'm doing my best.

Yeah, well, it's not good enough.

Is she still here?

Yeah. She won't go till she knows he's OK.

She's in love with him, Bea.

Yeah.

Hi.

Do you mind if I...?

I cannot apologise enough for what happened earlier.

There is no excuse - I won't contest a complaint.

I'm not condoning her behaviour.

But she was only six when her mum died.

Mason didn't cope - worked all hours.

So, basically, she was brought up by a string of nannies.

And I think...

..that emotional distance between them...

..this fear of losing another parent...

I don't know.

She's not handling any of this very well.

I made it a hundred times worse.

That description you gave will stay with her forever.

That's what she'll remember of her dad's last days.

Not the...

The kind,

funny, generous,

wonderful...

Sorry.

Unprofessional.

Look who you're talking to.

You can't help who you fall in love with.

There's nothing inappropriate.

-No, sure.

-And I've never acted on it.

It just...crept up on me...

-..over the years.

-He feels the same way about you, right?

I don't know.

Sometimes, I think...

But we've never acknowledged.

Maybe it's time that you did.

I'll call up.

I'll see if he's out of theatre.

We just heard.

I told him it was his own fault.

-I only meant about the...

-He would have known that.

Are you all right?

No.

This was avoidable.

He's only 22 and he's on life support

in one of the richest countries in the world,

with one of the best health systems in the world.

What has to happen before people start listening?

Before something gets done?

Hey.

I heard what happened.

You did everything you could.

Sometimes, the system just can't take the numbers.

PHONE RINGS

It's the Time Garden.

Tried to book us a table for tonight.

I love the Time Garden!

I know.

Don't fancy it?

Not really.

-Do you mind?

-Course not!

Fish and chips in front of the telly?

Sounds perfect.

Love you.

Love you, too.

Go in.

Hey, you.

Trouble.

There's something I want to say to you.

I should have said it a long time ago.

I...

I...love...

..you, too.

I love you!

I love you so much!

You can't go in there yet.

-They said he was awake.

-He just needs a few minutes.

What's going on?

-Get out of my way.

-Please.

Just let them say their goodbyes.

Do you really want him to face his last days without her?

She's been by his side through all of this.

Don't take them away from each other now.

I was just leaving.

You don't have to.

You can stay...

..if you want.

Hi. How are you doing?

Have you seen Ethan yet?

Just gearing myself up to go and face the music.

What'll happen to her - Anya Calderwood?

Er...I guess the police will decide whether they want to charge her not.

I'm sure they'll take everything into consideration.

This is not what I thought it would be like, working in the ED.

-No.

-This is where you tell me that it gets easier.

Er...it doesn't.

Right. Well, good pep talk.

Yeah.

I just want to be good at this.

I think that's all any of us want.

Right, see you.

Mrs Beauchamp, it's Ethan.

Er, sorry...

Anyway, you probably know what's been happening here,

which is why you were calling.

Er...just to let you know, things are moving now and, er,

I think we're out of the woods.

OK, I'll see you soon.

Do you want to come in? Close the door.

I'm sorry. I know I messed up...

..badly. I...

I got carried away.

I don't want to lose my job.

You're not going to lose your job.

But what about the complaint? Is it going to go on my file?

-There isn't going to be a complaint.

-What?

Luckily for you, Miss Calderwood doesn't want to pursue it.

But I can't just ignore what happened.

No, sure.

From now on, I'll be your clinical supervisor, OK?

I'll keep an eye on your work. I'll oversee your portfolio.

Really?

-That's amazing.

-It's not meant to be a reward.

Yeah, no.

That's all.

Dr Gardner said that you were excellent in HDC earlier.

But you know that's only half the job.

-I understand.

-Please don't let me down.

-I won't.

Thank you.