Devotion Doctors

-Up you get.

-I AM up.

Got to leave in an hour. Hot shower?

No.

It'd speed you up.

I'm fine!

Does Abbi's dad do servicing nowadays?

Maybe. D'you want me to call her?

I'll ring him later. I need mates' rates.

I can walk to the surgery if the cab's playing up.

-Nah, I've told control now. It's fine.

-Oh.

I can manage, Dad!

Fair enough.

I'll do breakfast while you... say your prayers.

I was thinking salmon if we've got any?

It's in the freezer, but I'll do it.

-SPOON CLANGS

-Oop!

Nah, it's OK, it's my turn.

Have we, erm...?

Just get another one, yeah?

-It's fine.

-No!

Jimmi, I'm supposed to challenge you.

I've wiped it, and it's fine.

It's just the dishwasher does a better job.

You'll not beat this if I keep humouring you.

I will beat it.

I'm very busy today so give me a call

-as soon as the stationery rep arrives, OK?

-Will do.

I can give you 15 minutes, max.

Hola, amigos!

-Mand! How did it go? Did you have fun?

-Aw...

You look fantastic!

Nurse Marquez, welcome back!

"Muy relajante!" Very relaxing!

Oh, that's just what you needed!

That's very good. Now, can I take you through the new intercom system?

-She just walked through the door!

-Can I at least get a coffee first?

It's very simple, but some people are making a meal of it.

SHE GROANS

-Morning!

-Hi.

-Hello.

"How are you, Karen?" "How's life in the real world?"

It's OK. I'll go in on my own.

-It's OK.

-You can get some fares.

I don't mind.

Please, Dad. It's my illness.

OK, OK.

I'll see you later.

I'm sorry, we're not open yet. Not to worry, take a seat.

-Pete, isn't it?

-Yeah.

-I won't be two ticks.

BEEPING

INTERCOM: Next patient to the nurse's room, please. Next patient to the nurses room, please.

No, that one's for reception.

What's that button for, then?

Oh, hi, Pete - you're early.

Am I? I thought you called me.

Oh, that would have been me, actually.

I'd rather see Mandy, if that's OK.

Don't worry, if's fine. Come in.

-No problem.

-Sorry, Howard.

-Goodbye.

Sorry, we've got this new intercom system, and it is not simple,

no matter what he says!

HOWARD: Yes, it is!

How are things with you? Better, worse, the same?

Same. Maybe a bit worse, I'm not sure.

Do we need to review your medication?

Yeah, probably. Erm, I've got something to ask you.

Go on.

It's a bit embarrassing.

I am un-embarrassable.

It's about sex. I mean, sexual intercourse.

How come I've only got one bar?

Don't tell me - you've had a first date and he said he'd call?

What?!

No? You're mum's wondering why you didn't come home last night?

No, she was home. Does that make me her mum?

Eh?

I know. It's the lottery, you've won it and you're waiting for the call?

-It's not important! I'm just checking.

-Every 30 seconds!

So, you can't find a position that's comfortable?

It just hurts.

Right... have a look through...

these?

What I suggest is you just keep practicing - standing up,

lying on your side... whichever's least painful.

-Either on your own, or with...?

-Abbi.

-Abbi.

What are you doing about contraception?

Erm...

-Are you using anything?

-Not exactly.

-SHE SIGHS

-I know.

Why don't you and Abbi make an appointment to come and see me and we'll go through the options?

-Yeah, that's what we thought.

-Good.

So, she's in reception.

Right, well, if you can give me five minutes to get myself sorted,

-I'm sure I can squeeze you both in.

-Great.

Can you believe Howard actually told me off for coming out of my room!

"Use the Intercom!" I was going to the loo!

He wants you trapped in there seeing patient after patient. "Efficiency."

-Hello.

-Hiya!

-Anyway, who cares about Howard. Holiday photos? Gossip?

-MOBILE PHONE BEEPS

Oh, you would have loved the hotel...

-Ooh!

-You OK?

-What's wrong?

Help me!

What have I done?!

Oh! Get it out!

Oh!

Oh! Take the battery out!

This is typical! Typical!

Now you need to leave it in dry rice overnight.

Rice?

-It worked for me.

-This has happened to you?

-I've got a queue of patients out there. How am I supposed to get rice?!

-A shop(?)

-Mandy...?

I've got patients, too.

Why now? Why now?!

D'you want to take a seat?

I still don't understand why I have to come in with you.

It makes us look responsible.

So we ask about contraception, but then what?

We tell everyone we tried using it, but, oh dear, it went wrong.

It's perfect.

I'm still pregnant, Pete. How is that perfect?

PHONE BEEPS

Hello, nurse's room.

It's the other button, Mandy.

It's OK, I'll do it. Bye.

Pete, you can go through.

-She's a nursery nurse.

-Well, I will be, after the training.

Well, I think it's really good you both came in.

Not at lot of teenagers are mature enough to do that.

We've discussed all of the options.

Here's some free condoms for you.

As I said, they won't only protect you from unwanted pregnancies,

-but from sexually-transmitted infections.

-Yep.

Any more questions?

That's all... thank you.

You did the right thing coming here.

Bye, Mandy.

-Kevin!

-What's happened?

-What's wrong?

I dropped it...

down the toilet. It's not drying!

I'm not touching it!

-Kevin? Please!

-OK, OK!

What are you doing?!

We've got no other option. Intensive care.

You're in good hands.

OK. Now, all we can do...

is wait.

-We'll be in touch.

-Bye, now.

Tim Jones for Dr Clay, please. Tim Jones.

-KNOCK ON DOOR

-Just called a patient, sorry.

It's fine. I just wanted to let you know...

-I've started my period.

-What?

-I'll see you later.

-Hang on... Cherry?

-Hi.

Hi, sorry. Come in, grab a seat.

-Did you say mustard?

-Yep, mustard.

-With jam?!

-Don't blame me!

-Hello, Abbi.

-Mr Dobson!

I had to see my tutor and it was lunchtime, so I popped in here, if that's all right?

You're welcome anytime. How's your mum and dad? I missed them at church last week.

They're fine, thanks for asking.

Hi, Dad. Didn't hear you come in.

I can see that. I wish you'd pick your stuff up.

-They're mine.

-Yours?

Ours... Mine and Abbi's.

I couldn't be more disappointed.

Mr Dobson...

-After everything I've said.

-We love each other, Dad.

All the more reason to wait. You know it's wrong.

We're being sensible about it. Mature.

Abandoning your principles is sensible, is it? Mature?

Yes. Not my principles, anyway.

-I'd thank you to leave.

-It's not her fault!

She's older than you, she should know better.

You don't have to go.

-You know he's not 16 yet?

-What does that matter?

It's an offence!

What?!

Stop it, Dad. She's only two months older than me.

But you're underage, which makes it...

I don't know, statutory rape, or something.

That's rubbish!

We didn't...

Mr Dobson, please...

-Abbi...

-No!

-Dad, get off me!

-You're not going anywhere, son.

-It hurts!

Where did you get these?

-Hey.

-Hey. I'm gasping. D'you want one?

No, thanks. About this morning...

Yeah?

This time, it was 28 days, but usually, it's 32.

What?!

-I was calculating on a 32-day cycle.

-Calculating?

-For our timings, you know.

-It's not an exact science, Jimmi.

So is it more like 28, then?

I don't know! It's been a stressful few months.

-What's so stressful?

-Everything. Life.

Zara, Daniel, the whole break-up thing.

Oh, OK. Yeah, nightmare.

Shouldn't really affect us, though.

No, but...

It's still stressful?

Mm.

So is 30 days a better average, then?

-Am I some sort of baby-making machine? Input some data, out pops a baby?

-Don't be stupid.

But he said Abbi would be in trouble with the police.

Calm down, OK? I don't think the police will be interested.

But he'll try and stop us seeing each other, I know he will.

But he knows you're being responsible?

He doesn't care. He wants to talk to you.

He wants to know everything you said to us.

Whatever goes on between me and my patients is confidential.

We haven't done anything, anyway,

so it won't be fair if they send her to prison, or whatever.

Hang on - you haven't done anything?

We couldn't find a good position.

You haven't had intercourse?!

No, my arthritis. It hurt too much.

Pete, if you haven't had intercourse, there's no problem.

-That's right.

-There's nothing to worry about.

OK. Thanks, Mandy.

Just ignore the shouting.

-Eh?

-He thinks you've corrupted me or something. He's on his way.

-What?

-I'd better tell Abbi. She'll be dead relieved. Bye.

Your dad's coming here?

Pete?

Pete?

SHE SIGHS

Mm. She's on another call.

If you would like to take a seat, I'll try again in a minute.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-I can see you're upset, Mr Dobson...

-INTERCOM BEEPS

-INTERCOM:

-Karen, it's awkward, but if someone asks for me...

Peter Dobson's dad, in fact, can you tell him I'm busy?

Mr Dobson! Sorry, you can't... Mandy!

Wrong button!

You weren't too busy to encourage my underage son to have sex.

Do you want me to get Howard?

No, Karen, sorry, it's my fault. It's OK.

Come in, Mr Dobson.

I cannot discuss Pete with you because of confidentiality. I'm sorry.

There's nothing confidential about these diagrams.

Do the doctors know you give out that stuff?

Those information leaflets are approved by our partners.

How can it be right to talk about sex to a 15-year-old?

I advise patients, Mr Dobson. I don't judge them.

And I take every opportunity to advise about contraception, as well.

Contraception?! He shouldn't be having sex at all.

Talk about bolting the stable door!

An unwanted pregnancy is "bolting the stable door."

Pete is being really mature about this. Surely that's a good thing?

This is not how I brought him up.

It's not what our church teaches.

It's not how we live our lives.

He's being responsible.

There's no moral issue here, then, Nurse Marquez?

So long as he's got a pocketful of condoms, you couldn't care less.

That's not true.

Really?

Mr Dobson...

I don't want you seeing my son again, understand?

No! I keep telling you, this is my colleague's phone,

because mine's soaking wet. No, I've lost the PIN number, so...

Ten days?!

But I've got an urgent message... No, don't put me on hold! Hello?! Argh!

-Careful! That's Kevin's baby!

-I can't bear this.

I think you think your not-at-all-important message has arrived.

It did, just before I dropped it!

And this is from...?

An old friend.

My ex.

Oh, stop worrying, then. Because exes, never good news.

Not necessarily.

Yes, necessarily.

Exes are trouble. That's why they're exes.

And that's a fact.

You're sure she knows what she's talking about?

-We haven't done anything so there's no problem.

-SHE SIGHS

I'm still pregnant, Pete.

I know, but...

If you say it's your baby, your dad will think we've had sex.

He's always flipping out, but he calms down.

What happens if he goes to the police? This is crazy.

It's not. It'll work, Ab. Trust me.

My parents will go ballistic, whoever the father is.

They like me. And if we say we're getting married...

What's the point us both getting into trouble?

I don't mind. I want to help.

You're not helping, Pete - you're making it worse.

I've got to sort this out.

No, Abbi, I love you.

Just leave me alone!

I can't.

It's finished, then. I'm dumping you, Pete.

Go home, please.

-Don't bother taking your shoes off, we're going to see Reverend Thomas.

-What?

-If you won't listen to me, then...

-I'm not going anywhere, so get lost, OK?

-If your mother could hear you...

-Well, she can't.

-She had such high hopes for you.

-Did she?

Well, let's not forget I've got your genes, too, Dad,

so let's not expect too much, eh?

This thing with Abbi...

She's more mature than you are.

Don't worry about it cos she dumped me.

So I don't need to listen to you or Reverend Thomas telling me

I can't have sex with anyone without getting hit by a thunderbolt!

Happy(?)

-What do you want for your tea?

-You couldn't care less!

I finally get a girlfriend, I finally find someone

I really, really love who doesn't care about the state of me!

Now she's gone. I'll never find anyone else.

Come on, Pete. There are loads of nice girls.

But I love Abbi! And now it's over, cos of you and your big mouth!

I'll never forgive you for this.

Pete!

Peter?!

Peter, come on, let me in.

I overreacted, as usual. I'm sorry.

Leave me alone or I'll take these!

If you don't go away, I'm taking the lot!

All right, all right.

Mandy!

Hi, Abbi. Are you OK?

Everything's going round and round in my head.

-Is this after this morning?

-I'm pregnant.

Right, but I thought Pete said...?

It was just one time with this lad. The only time.

So it's not Pete's?

But he wants me to say it IS his so I don't get into trouble.

Sorry?

Well, not so much trouble, cos it's not some random lad.

Oh, Abbi.

I love Pete, I do. Well, I love being with him,

but bringing up a baby when it's not even his...

It's a huge thing.

I can't do it, Mandy. It's not fair on him.

Have you told him?

Yeah. He won't listen so...

I finished with him.

Now he keeps texting and phoning me.

-Pretty upset, then.

-Can you talk to him?

I've got to talk to mum and dad, I can't keep putting it off.

Make him see why we can't be together, why we can't do this.

Abbi, you need to tell him all this stuff yourself...

-He's got enough on his plate with his arthritis.

-Mand!

Please. He'll listen to you.

Oh!

Sorry, that guy's been on the phone.

The angry one from this morning.

-Bill Dobson?

-He sounded a bit desperate.

PHONE BEEPS AND RINGS

VOICEMAIL: Hiya! This is Abbi's phone. Leave a message, please.

PHONE BEEPS AND RINGS

VOICEMAIL: Hiya! This is Abbi's phone. Leave a message, please. DOORBELL RINGS

-Thanks for coming.

-No problem.

He's through here.

Pete?

Pete, it's Mandy from the surgery.

Pete, your dad's really worried about you.

Listen, Pete...

I've spoken to Abbi...

Abbi's told me.

She's having my baby?

No, she's not.

She doesn't know the real dad's name. So it might as well be me. I don't mind.

Pete, it's not that simple.

Why not?

I know you love Abbi...

I'd make a great dad. Not like him!

You want to keep her, I understand that.

I do love her. I want to be with her forever.

But this is not the way to do it.

It's not what she wants.

She told me.

I've just got to prove I'm serious.

You can't tell my dad what I've said cos it's confidential, right?

Yeah, that's right, but...

Pete!

Dad?! Dad?!

-You OK?

-I'm fine.

-I know you're upset about Abbi, but...

-She's pregnant.

What?!

You were right... we shouldn't have had sex.

We didn't use contraception as it was before we'd seen Mandy.

-Pete, you need to talk to Abbi before you...

-We'll get married as soon as we're allowed,

and we're going to have a great family.

Me, Abbi and the baby. My baby.

I don't understand.

-Pete, will you listen?

-It'll be your grandchild, Dad.

For heaven's sake, how stupid can you get?!

Everything I brought you up to respect - did it mean nothing?!

I'm being responsible!

15 years - just me and him, getting on with things...

coping, without his mother, you know? And now, this!

He's a different child!

He's not a child, though.

He thinks he's doing the right thing here.

By getting her pregnant?!

You always told him to look out for people,

and that's what he's doing with Abbi - being responsible.

Maybe too responsible.

The whole thing's happened right under my nose. Where was I?

What do you mean, "too responsible"?

Why do you think Abbi's dumped him now?

You'd think she'd be glad he was standing by her.

You need to talk to Pete, but you really need to listen to him,

because he needs you now, more than ever.

So he can be honest with himself.

That's all I can say.

Hey, listen...

What happened there?

It rained apple fizz.

I was measuring this toddler - she measured exactly one metre tall.

Thought it was amazing, and started jumping up and down in excitement!

Her poor mum was soaked!

Lovely. Can I just...?

Jimmi, I'm drenched!

Jimmi!

If there's going to be mushed-up food, sick, nappies,

if that's my department, what are you going to be doing?

I...

-will be helping.

-Yeah, from a plastic bubble(!)

There's going to be noise, mess, chaos.

We've got to cope with that. We're going to actually have to enjoy it.

We will. This baby will make all the difference.

Jimmi, I just want to lead a normal life.

Want to be able to pick things off the floor

and have sticky fingers without anyone getting anxious.

I'm not anxious. See?

OK.

Cherry, I promise we're going to be so normal, even the normal people will feel weird.

Get lost. I'm not speaking to you.

What are you doing? Peter?

See what he's like always trying to take over.

I've had enough.

-Peter, he's just worried about you.

-Huh!

Me and Abbi will move in together as soon as we can.

Then he can stop worrying.

Don't you think that's a lot of stress for Abbi?

Looking after a new baby and helping with your arthritis?

What do you care? Anyway, she doesn't mind.

You're moving in with Abbi today?!

OK, if you're determined to go, I'll take you.

No, you won't.

Then I'll phone Abbi's dad and get him to pick you up.

-No!

-Why not?

Leave me alone.

Are you and Abbi back together?

She's having your baby. But she won't have you back?!

Maybe she doesn't care about you as much as you care about her.

She does... she does!

Then, why...?

She think it's her problem, not mine!

And is it? Is it her problem, not yours?

Pete?

Oh, son.

She won't answer her phone.

She's probably speaking to her parents.

She did say she wanted to do that.

I love her, Dad!

I know you do, son.

-But you can't make things right by wishing.

-HE SIGHS

She'll have to do this bit on her own. Come on.

We can give her a call later.

HE HUMS

Come on, Kevin. It's been hours!

OK, OK!

Let's switch off the ventilator and see if it can breathe on its own.

PHONE BEEPS

MESSAGE TONE Give it here!

The precious message. Oh, it's from Aran!

-Kevin!

-"Let's meet up"... That's it?!

-What does it mean?

It means, I think you need to stick that back down the bog.

"Let's meet up." What's he trying to say?

Well, maybe... stab in the dark(!), he wants to meet up?!

Mm! That was yummy.

-All part of the service.

-Ooh, Holby's on!

Your turn to load the dishwasher. I'll pause it.

I'll do it later.

-You'll miss the start!

-You can tell me what happened.

Jimmi, I said I'll do it later.

Or tomorrow.

Like normal people, yeah?

Yeah, 'course.

TV SHOW PLAYS

-Name?

-Lady Gaga. Rhianna.

You're carrying a whole new life.

Lots of women are desperate to have a baby.

They can have it, cos I don't want it!

She collects runaways like other people collect shoes!

Don't you think that's cause for concern?

-Why have you got all that stuff on?

-I gave her a makeover.

Why not?

Take it all off! Now!

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