Hide Your Love Away Holby City

You naughty girl.

You are evil, Greg Douglas, pure evil.

I take that as a compliment.

Talk to him, will you?

Of course.

-God, my mind's gone blank.

-No-one in this hospital respects me.

I'm fluffy Chantelle, all right to take the mickey out of, nothing else.

I'll recommend an extension to your FT status assessment.

We will be back in three months to reassess.

Thank you, Mr Black.

-It's probably best that we forget it ever happened, right? Move on.

-Yeah.

PHONE RINGS

Board Room. Now. Any sign of Mr Douglas yet?

-Pharm...

-Without the inept pharmacy cover story.

Coffee, please.

Thank you.

-This way, early bird.

-Am I late enough to have to need an excuse?

-Oh, yeah.

-Pharm...

-Not pharmacy. Jac's already cracked that code.

Will period pain cut it?

Here, have this. Be happy I got you a coffee. I'm not getting you a croissant too.

A man with angina is killing himself to be at this meeting on time.

You look like crap.

I hope whoever it was, it was worth the hang-over?

She was.

She, singular? My word, it must be love.

So consultants, registrars...

What is the most hazardous point of a long-haul flight's journey?

Flight over the vast ocean or the mountain range,

the barren deserts or the nocturnal storm?

Nocturnal storm.

No, it is none of these things.

The final descent is the most dangerous part.

Quite.

Today is the final day of Holby's assessment for FT status.

So today is the most critical of days.

If we fail to get FT status we fail in our research

and training objectives.

We fall behind. As a hospital we die, slowly.

As I understood it, we've already proved our medical skills over the last three months.

On paper. Indeed we have. But today, we demonstrate. Teamwork is the keyword.

The act of working in consortium -

on Darwin in particular, please.

Do not let your ward be the weak link.

Holby City is a great hospital. It deserves FT status.

Today is your opportunity to demonstrate that to Hugo Black.

He knows as we do, what makes a hospital great.

Good. That's all.

Let's do this!

Mary's last pear-drop and my Heat crossword are riding on this game.

Sorry, Wendy. I'm going to have to declare a draw.

I know you weren't keen but now your arm's stitched,

your doctor would like you transferred to Darwin Ward.

And I asked you to explain how that was necessary?

-You've missed your last three asthma referrals.

-You're a devil, Wendy.

I said they're voluntary. What am I actually in hospital for?

You tripped in heels, cut your arm and knocked your head.

Why do I need to be on another ward just to be observed? Give me a reason.

It's just until you're cleared for discharge.

Go on. Let her stay if she wants to.

Can I have a word?

She's about to have this bowel cancer operation. Come on.

She's got no-one here with her.

She only had heart surgery a few months ago and no-one visited.

Let me keep her company for a bit. I've already promised her. It's Mary you're hurting, not me.

You want me to stay, don't you, Mary?

I am enjoying the company.

You're not moving me. End of.

Please show Mr Black in.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Mr Hanssen. How are you?

I'm afraid Mr Black has been...moved on.

-Oh, I see.

-A mutual decision. I'll be making the final assessment today.

Good morning, Mr Farrell. May I offer you some light refreshment?

I'd rather crack straight on, thank you.

As well as a general overview of the hospital's functionality,

I'd like to begin by spending some time on your surgical wards.

Darwin and...

-Keller.

-Yes, of course.

I will need to see an improvement in staff relationships on Darwin.

Sir Fraser noted the ward has had some difficulty recently.

When people skive, they usually hide in the staff room, not behind a drugs trolley.

Have you got those lady pain killers that don't knock you out?

If you can't do the time, than don't touch the wine.

Have a heart.

Anything I can do to help on the ward?

I don't know. Ask a nurse.

Coffee.

Mr Douglas, thank you. You are managing the ward today.

Jac and Elliot are in back-to-back surgery all day.

I'm leading CTU.

So who did you think that left to keep an eye on the ward?

-Oh, dear.

-Our CTU unit has gone from strength to strength.

I'll find you when I'm ready for the tour.

Right. Mr Douglas is running the ward today. He'll answer any questions you have.

Don't even think about letting us down.

-What does it say for Gemini?

-She's good company for Mary. Mary's a bit nervous.

I don't have time for an obs patient, especially a gobby one.

-I did try.

-Look. It's not the patient's decision!

I know but...

Watch and learn, OK.

Wendy Weiss. Arm's healing well. Any more dizziness overnight?

Nope. I think I might just have been a bit hammered when I tripped.

-Sorry.

-OK. Don't run in heels again.

We're going to move you to Darwin for observation. A porter, please?

-Oh, let her stay here.

-Why, if you're just observing me?

Darwin is better equipped for your medical history.

-Oh, my gosh. Are you on commission with the Puffer Society?

-It's your health you're risking, not mine.

Oh, let her stay, please.

I'll come down soon as I'm done. I promise.

Thank you.

Look, I love the way you are with the patients.

I'm your number one fan,

but we're two nurses and doctors down on the day of an assessment.

Today, I need you to be a bit less nice, a bit more effective.

Effective-directive. Got it.

No more sob stories, no gut instincts, no questioning my judgement.

All you need to do, is exactly what I tell you. OK?

-Right. OK.

-Right, you can start by persuading Darwin they have a new obs patient.

Think of it as your first real test, yeah?

Bye.

See you later.

-Don't bother.

-I was held up.

-Sure.

-I was.

Sure. I'm Luc by the way. It's a pleasure to meet you.

I know who you are. Eddi and I talk.

-How was the Ukraine?

-Magical.

Ukrainian. Six words for cabbage. Not one for excuse me.

-Where is Mr Levy?

-He's away. Which makes me your boss today.

-She's yours.

-No way.

-Mr Malick says so.

-There's no CT issue.

-She's missed her asthma referral for three years.

She's probably due a filling. Palm her off on a dentist?

Mr Malick doesn't have time. It's heaving down there.

What do you think it is up here? A school disco?

I need you to stop debating and just do as I say.

Say the wards are multi-tasking...

There's an unattended patient by the nurses' base.

Multi-tasking with a GS patient.

Makes sense to get up to speed with her asthma while she's in the hospital.

A time saver in the long run.

Good.

He likes you. It's worked out well, then.

I'm Lesley, Kyle's foster mother.

Poor boy is supposed to meet his mother for the first time in two years today.

-She's on her way to the house as we speak.

-OK.

I'll coax the animal out of Kyle's nose as quickly as possible.

It's a squirrel. My Girl Guides used to call me squirrel. It was a gift.

I've left messages with the social worker to let his mother know of the delay

-but communication's not his forte.

-Looks like a rat.

How is that supposed to look like a squirrel, if its bushy tail is concealed?

Did you stick that up your nose?

Yes. For no reason.

And did you think that was a good idea?

How are you supposed to learn the capacity of your own nose if you don't explore it?

There is nothing abnormal about you, my friend.

I'll leave you to it. Alert me if you need help with this.

I'll be removing an object with tweezers.

What kind of help do you imagine I might need?

Just try your best, Doctor Petrenko.

Just remind me again. The new arrivals?

Bay eight, Mrs Rodriguez, tension pneumothorax.

Should be home within 36 hours. Bay ten, Wendy Weiss.

Our last minute, super-flexible, asthma-referral skipper.

-How many check-ups has she missed?

-Three.

I must say, the ward's looking much neater this time around.

Order. Calm.

These things are important. A patient's only as calm as the environment they're in.

Yes. Quite.

I'd like you to take me through the admissions procedure, when you have a second.

No problem.

Greg, I need a favour.

Those pain killers would have been nice.

Indy's taken ill at nursery. I have to drop him off to my in-laws.

-No-one else can do it...

-Are you joking me?

-No, it's too busy. Tell the nursery you can't.

-I've tried.

-Can't your husband go?

-No. Please, I'll be there and back in 20 minutes.

I'd ask Jac but she will never let me go. I'd cover for you.

-20 minutes and that's it. Go.

-Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

And bring me back a cupcake, yeah.

Nurse, please.

I'm not quite sure if I want the operation yet.

Mary, I thought you and Mr Malick decided it was best that you shouldn't wait.

I'm going to struggle for a few weeks after the procedure.

I'm sure social services can sort out some extra help.

I'd just feel a lot better if Angie was keeping an eye on me.

-I see.

-Once the kids are on holidays, she can fly over for a few weeks.

It'd be nice to have your daughter looking after you.

Your elective's palpitations are managed. Theatre on schedule.

-Sometimes there aren't enough gold stars.

-Their CT, as requested.

-I thought I asked Sahira to do this?

-She's tied up. Pharmacy.

I'm just being observed and having an asthma check-up.

Why don't you ask my mate who had to spend her holiday savings

to get a tooth fixed how satisfied she is with the NHS?

Millions of pounds are wasted because of missed check-ups.

Yes. I've been given the lecture, thank you.

Panic not, Wendy Weiss. Doctor Douglas is here.

-Any problems with breathing?

-Only when under water.

-When was your latest asthma attack?

-Ages. I dunno... A year?

My glands have been up for weeks. So gross.

-Any coughing?

-A bit.

Was it quite phlegmy?

Wendy?

A little bit.

If I had my way, I'd send her home with a rusty puffer.

I'm due on the General Surgical Ward.

I'll be back to check on things here after my tour.

Can we order a chest CT for Miss Weiss, please. Immediately.

The surgery, today, is your best chance of beating cancer.

It's not the operation, it's the rehabilitation.

Thanks, Nurse Lane.

My daughter said she could fly over next month. Nurse Lane thought it made sense.

Look. You've cancelled surgery twice before.

-Do you not think this might just be the nerves talking?

-No. It's common sense.

I don't want to be alone if I can't take care of myself.

I wouldn't send you home unless I was sure your care needs were met.

As you know.

But Angie would be so much better.

I understand, of course you'd like your daughter to be here but unfortunately she's not.

You need to think really hard about what your best interests are.

Your mother will have shock when she sees looking you like this.

I've only had you with me for six weeks.

OK. This is it Kyle,

keep nice and still...

Ok, Kyle. It is pretty stuck.

But we will succeed. On that you can rely.

-What's all this then?

-I'm fitting a drip. It's just a precaution.

If we can't remove the squirrel manually...

I won't pussyfoot. I can barely understand your accent, love.

If.

We. Can't. Remove.

The. Squirrel.

-Manually...

-Why would you not remove it manually! How hard can it be?

His nose is swollen and he can't keep still.

-So we might have to remove it surgically...

-Surgically? Are you joking?

This boy's got to meet his mother in 20 minutes!

Theatre's just a worst case scenario.

I'll give it ten minutes.

-I hope Wendy doesn't forget about me.

-I'm sure she won't.

-My word. You've been to ED quite a few times.

-Quite a few?

And the last time they found blood in patient's urine,

-following a fall.

-No sense of danger at all.

Goodness knows what he's been up to in the care home all these years.

There are no instances of daredevil stunts prior to six weeks.

Can you do it once more,

like I'm deaf.

Kyle. Has. Been.

Injuring. Himself. Since.

He's been. In. Your. Care.

Sahira, you were meant to be here ages ago. I can't do this by myself.

Thank you.

-Wendy...

-What's up, Doctor Douglas?

I'm afraid the CT scan revealed a mass in your lung.

I think it'd be a good idea if you had someone here with you.

Have I got cancer?

We know nothing just yet.

Shut your mouth. Shut your fat, stupid mouth.

Sorry.

We'd like you to visit oncology for some further tests to determine the best course of action.

PHONE RINGS

Do you think it's cancer?

We can't speculate until oncology have done a biopsy.

It's a simple question. You must have an idea.

I know it's frustrating. I'm not being vague.

-I simply don't have the answers.

-I get it.

I'm asking you, if you'd listen to me for just one second,

do you think I've got cancer?

Due to the mass'

shape and location,

you should prepare yourself for that diagnosis. I'm really very sorry.

I'll have someone accompany you to oncology straight away.

Are you sure there's no-one I can call for you?

I said no.

And I can't go to that new place, oncology, or whatever,

-right now.

-A nurse can accompany you.

-I'm not scared, I'm busy.

-Wendy.

-The world doesn't revolve around you. I'll go when it's convenient.

I've promised a friend I'll be somewhere.

OK.

Just think about it.

Doctor Petrenko, ED have informed me Kyle Algate is 'at risk',

-on account of his recent self-inflicted injuries.

-Correct.

-Why wasn't I informed?

-You only had to ask for the notes.

Eddi, the delight, got transferred from this ward. You blame me.

-Correct.

-I need to be kept up-to-date.

-OK.

That woman doesn't understand my perfect accent,

you do not read my clear admissions updates.

I'm tired of this one way street of communication with you people.

-What do you want from me?

-I take it from your bravado

-that picking something out of a nose was a task completed without incident?

-Of course.

Good.

-Don't you wish sometimes people would stop talking in your face?

-So much.

OK, we're going to try this again.

-OK. Give me a break. You don't want to go to theatre.

-Sorry.

What is it with public sector workers and their complete lack of understanding about kids?

He's a 15-year-old boy. Doing stupid stunts is what they do.

All this meddling - you, the social workers - he's just a normal kid!

Kyle love, I've asked the social worker to bring your mother here rather than back home.

-You told Mum to come here?

-I know it's not an ideal place for the big re-union

but... I can't go on changing the location.

I've been patient long enough. Get your boss. This is just ridiculous.

-Can't you see I'm doing my best?

-Clearly your best isn't good enough.

Have you got any ideas why Kyle might be sticking things in his face when he's around you?

Kyle! What are you doing?

-Hodgkins Lymphoma in the lung?

-Almost certainly.

-In a 22-year-old?

-Tell me about it.

It doesn't explain why my elective's not on the table. CTU isn't in use,

-why isn't Sahira helping out on the ward if you were behind with my prep?

-She will be.

Tracy, Ms Naylor's elective's ready for theatre. Please chase Wendy Weiss again.

The poor girl's in a state of shock. I want to make sure she makes it to oncology. Thank you.

-My patient's en route to theatre?

-On their way. Waiting on cells.

-Hematology does know I'm on a tight schedule?

-I'll chase.

-Thanks.

PHONE RINGS

CTU?

Right, OK, thank you. Eight car RTA. East Circular.

Two chest traumas for CTU. Where's Sahira?

Mr Tennison, liver tumour. Recovering after a successful re-section two weeks ago.

And this is Mr Nadacharain. Stomach ulcer.

He's due for theatre this afternoon.

We've co-ordinated post-op care with psych to deal with underlying stress issues.

-Good.

-Thank you. If you'd like to follow me.

-Why are you ignoring Mary?

-No-one's ignoring anyone. Have you been discharged already?

-Can I help you?

-That poor lady is scared, she's no-one here with her, no family.

She's about to have a major operation. Surely you can give her two minutes of your time.

-Hang on. I spoke to Mary earlier.

-Why does she feel she's being pushed into an operation?

-No-one's been pushed.

-What's the harm in waiting until her daughter's here?

I did put Mary's case for delaying to Mr Malick.

Look, I'm sorry but you're not a relative.

Exactly. She doesn't have any relatives.

-Who's looking out for her? No-one.

-I don't want a fuss.

You know what, Mary? This lot are rude.

If you can't trust them to treat you like a human being, can you trust them to cut you open?

-I don't know really...

-OK. Enough. I thought you were in Darwin.

Stop trying to turn this back to me. This is about Mary and what's best for her recovery.

Mary, my sincere apologies, if you feel you've been ignored.

-It's fine. I know how busy you all are.

-Don't let them pressurise you.

Wendy, you're scaring my patient.

-Chantelle. I'm going to be OK, aren't I?

-Of course you will be.

Promise?

I promise you'll be fine, Mary.

OK.

I'm ready, thank you.

Right. Can we get a porter, please?

Nurse Lane.

-She promised she'd be 20 minutes.

-You shouldn't let her. What's with you?

-She can't be far.

-Two incoming traumas.

-I'm going to have to cancel my electives.

How's this going to look? A CTU emergency due in and no CTU lead.

-She's probably caught in traffic. Look, I said I can handle CTU. It's fine.

-You'd better.

I left three messages. You were meant to be back 10.30. Get here, now.

-Can we get some help over here now?

-Sats 99. BP 90/60.

What's the problem? You got it in easy last time.

-I don't know. Drips sometimes just don't want to go in.

-Would you like me to have a go?

-No.

If you didn't stand over me, I would do it a lot quicker.

You know, we're cutting it really fine. This boy's mother is due here any second.

Look at the state of him. What's she going to think?

-Maybe she'll think it's what 15-year-old boys do.

-Wouldn't be so bad if I could explain

why you do these things in the first place, but you won't even tell me that, will you?

Why can't you just talk to me, Kyle?

I only want to help you.

This isn't working at all, is it?

Kyle, how's your nose?

-Kills.

-For the boy's sake. Could you please

get someone who can help him?

Penetration to the chest. Another casualty on its way... 3-year-old boy.

Yes, this is Jac Naylor. Electives cancelled, doing Sahira's job.

She'll be here. Call the paras at the East Circular RTA.

Find out if Ms Shah is in attendance, now.

She's probably there right now, handing out cakes

and asking the dying how they get their hair so shiny.

Ward. Check aspiration.

Notes!

Suspected pulmonary collapse. Sent direct from the scene of RTA. Sedation, intubation.

Mr Hope's on his way.

Tell me once more, we didn't push Mary into theatre, did we?

Am I really going to have to remind you Chantelle, how much work you have?

I know. Sorry. I'm going.

It's just me and Wendy are really concerned.

You think I'm not? Wait a minute, what do you mean, Wendy?

Wendy's still waiting on the ward.

For the love of...

How do I say basic things so you understand? Please tell me. I really need to know.

I told you, Wendy is not a relative.

-I don't want her on my ward causing trouble. Get rid. Now.

-Mary wanted Wendy here.

Tell Wendy she can come back on the ward when Mary's back.

There's no cause for her to be here till then. OK?

It just won't budge. The boy keeps wriggling so it's...

-Let me guess. You attempted to insert a drip in case surgery was required.

-Yes...

If you don't like having things being pulled out of your nose, don't stick them up your nose.

Your squirrel. This ward is for people who are sick, not for idiots.

-I'm sorry.

-Don't waste my staff's time again.

-I won't.

So you're a rod not a carrot man?

-Mr Hemmingway...

-Next time if you need help, ask.

There's no shame in it.

You heard then?

-Penetrating injury damaging lung function.

-Chest X-ray. U and Es. More fluids in.

-Is it true? That's Sahira's son next door?

-I think so. Same name...

-Was Sahira in the car?

-The driver's being cut out. That's the only update I have.

-I'll help with the boy.

-Less movement on the left lung. No audible sound.

He's tachycardic. Haemothorax near certainty. I'll chase up the X-ray.

Mr Douglas. Are you fit to operate?

Yeah. Why wouldn't I be?

-What's happening?

-I've told you. You need to wait downstairs until Mary's back on the ward.

-You think she's going to die.

-No. You're not allowed to be here.

Yes, you do. That's why you're here and not doing your work.

No. This operation is Mary's best chance of beating cancer... She's lucky.

You should have let her die with her daughter here.

If that was what she wanted.

You should have given her a bit of control over all this.

We're not things for you lot to shunt around like cattle.

'Go here, have this done, have that done'.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Are you OK?

Tickity-boo.

Check obs.

Get specimen pot ready.

Polyp sneered.

Suction.

It's like trying to thread a needle in the dark.

This operation is the right decision.

Mary'll be fine.

OK, why don't you wait here a while?

MONITOR BLEEPS

-Extend the incision.

-Knife.

Knife.

Suture.

-Can someone call please someone and see if Sahira's OK?

-Now's not the time.

-Sahira's not dead. She's not the dying type.

-Just do it!

-And someone find out what's happening next door with her boy.

-Saline.

Use the fibrilar.

-Air tight.

-Sutures are holding.

Well done, Mr Douglas.

I see. Thank you.

-Bad news?

-You'll have to finish up alone.

Pulmonary artery's gone. Swabs.

-She's dying in there, isn't she?

-No...

We don't know that.

I know. She should have had some family with her.

It's too late now, isn't it?

Keep 100% oxygen.

Got it.

Right. Closing. Let's get her to recovery.

More suction. Come on. There's too much pressure. Suction.

-The pulmonary's gone?

-There's no more blood left. Four-0 vicryl.

-You saved him.

-Well? What's the bad news?

-They cut a woman out of the car with the boy...

-And?

No details are confirmed.

Just tell me.

Last I heard... She's dead.

Please excuse me from closing.

Mary's fine.

The tumour's gone.

-That's it?

-Yeah. You don't have to worry any more. OK?

-Just like that?

-We know what we're doing.

She's through the hard bit.

Good.

Doesn't that hurt?

Sahira?

-The boy made it. The woman hasn't been identified yet.

-Why doesn't anyone know anything?

I need to be put through to the paras...

Was Sahira Shah injured in the RTA?

Well, please find out.

Greg?

Problem?

Don't disappear like that. Kyle's almost ready to go.

We're just waiting for bloods...

Problem.

First chance she has to see her son in two years...

She swans off to Birmingham on a jolly.

Kyle's mum's not coming?

What kind of mother could do that to her own son?

Well, he's got you.

You're trying your... best.

For all the good it's doing him.

Greg, I am so, so sorry. I've just cleared up the confusion about the boy.

-Why didn't you call?

-There was a RTA... I gave the boy Indy's coat.

-I tried to help the Mum.

-I've been run ragged covering for you. You just left me?

I had to help. It was total mayhem. Where's the boy now?

"Total mayhem, babe, total nightmare, hon."

You've no idea what I've been through today.

Panic not. Lazarus walks.

-Thanks for your concern.

-Always a pleasure.

-Elliot.

-Sahira, what happened? We thought it was your son.

-I am so, so, sorry.

Well, the important thing is that you're OK.

Look. There was no time. I've got to get back to work.

-If you feel up to it.

-I'm fine.

-Well, let's draw a line under it then, please.

-Thank you.

Is that it?! She disappears leaving me to pick up the pieces...

and princess gets away with it. Forget it!

-I thought your son was on the table.

-And I said I'm sorry.

I've had Naylor on my back. CTU. Your CTU cases.

I was trying to keep a scared, trapped child, calm!

My phone died. Look, I need to change. I need to work.

What's with you? Have you any idea? I've made us fail the assessment.

I've just seen a woman dying in front of me. Her son saw everything.

Why don't you ever think about what you're doing? You stupid woman... I thought you were...

The RTA man's developed an arterial bleed. Back to theatre. Now.

Hey, how are you doing?

Bay six and five turned. Your ulcer's prepped.

Mary's settled in HDU. Anaesthetist happy with her progress.

A plus, Chantelle. Angus wants to see all admission papers once he's done his tour with Hanssen,

-so make those a priority, yeah?

-Sure.

Hey Wendy, welcome back.

She picked at her stitches. What was I meant to do, let her bleed?

-There's barely any blood. A plaster would have done.

-No!

She picked a stitch loose and she didn't seem to feel any pain.

It's my duty to treat her

and she's clearly not well.

I'm due in theatre.

Kyle, love, it's your mum.

Bit of a mix-up. She turned up but because she's not your official guardian any more,

-they turned her away.

-But she did actually come to see me?

Yeah, so I've been told.

Can I have a word?

Do you think that's fair?

I know, I know. I'm just trying to do the right thing.

What else can I do? He won't confide in me.

He doesn't want me. He seemed to respond well to that boss of yours.

-Perhaps he could have a chat with him.

-Mr Hemmingway?

His social worker wants to review my suitability to care for that boy

and I don't have a clue what goes on in his head.

Please. I need help. I need something!

-My arm really hurts.

-I'll be gentle.

It's so hot in here. I can't breathe. I need some air.

-Would you like some water?

-Yeah. Quickly. Please.

I can't get air. I shouldn't be here. I hate hospitals.

Calm down. You've had a stressful couple of hours.

Waiting around for news of an operation is never fun.

I should never have gone out last night.

I hate my stupid friends and that stupid bar.

You're nearly done.

There you go, all done.

You can go... Unless there's anything else?

Wendy. It's time to go.

Fine.

Where can I get coffee round here?

There's a coffee shop on the ground floor.

And...

where do I find oncology?

Lesley thinks Kyle might benefit

from some words of a 'positive male role model' before his discharge.

Yes, incredibly, that oxymoron does mean you.

Look who's come to have a word with you. Mr Hemmingway.

-Say hello.

-Hi.

Hello.

Nostril's inflamed.

-Why didn't you let my mum in?

-Your mum? Your mum hasn't shown up here.

You lied to me.

So we have a tear in the upper lobe of a lung.

We need to suture and stem the bleeding.

Remember we have an audience, people. Excuse me.

Mr Douglas, Ms Shah...

whatever's going on, don't bring it into my theatre.

No way. I need you here.

But she's terrified. She can't face oncology alone.

Tell her to call her mum.

She's not ready for that.

Look. Any other day I'd let you. You know I would.

But look around you.

Is this a good time for the one staff nurse to be sitting in on a biopsy for what...

One hour, two? I don't think so.

If she's sent up by herself, she might not show.

Sorry, but getting admissions papers done for an assessment is not more important

than a cancer patient getting a diagnosis.

I'll tell you what is. An 80-year-old man lying in his own urine for want of a new bag,

patients going hungry because they haven't been served lunch yet,

and me having to call in a crash nurse to assist on a respiratory arrest.

These are the patients you've a duty of care for,

not the oncology patient... Keller patients.

So stay here and do your job.

I've already promised her.

Tell her you're busy. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I can't go to the biopsy with you.

Right.

I'm busy. This is a very busy ward, Wendy.

Right.

I've been a foster carer for 30 years.

Yeah, but you haven't fostered teenage boys?

They can be tricky...

Anyway, Mr Hemmingway seems to be getting on with him pretty well.

Well, I'm so sorry I don't have a man at home then.

I'm sorry for the sake of a positive, male role model

I didn't stick with a disastrous marriage.

I wasn't really trying to accuse you.

I was just saying, some people just find it easier to

be around some people more than others.

It's just I'm trying so hard and I don't know what else to do.

Kyle wants to go back to the care home. He misses some friends, apparently.

He finds being around a middle aged woman weird. He said it's like being suffocated.

Oh.

Well, if that's what he wants.

I told you it was just nerves.

Is Wendy here?

-She wanted to be.

-She's young,

it's only right she's better things to do.

I'll speak to Mr Malick, tell him you're awake.

He'll want to chat about your out-patient care. Make sure you've enough home help.

You'll be back on your feet in a few weeks.

-You'll be able go to Sydney.

-I can fly?

-You can meet your grandkids.

You can sit on Bondi beach all day. Have barbecues, chase kangaroos.

You've got your life back.

You'll keep an eye on Wenders, won't you?

-Did she say something?

-A 20-year-old shouldn't be in hospital over-night by herself.

And thank you, Chantelle.

MONITOR BLEEPS

More suction to the upper quartile. You might want to move closer to the cavity.

Can I remind you both we're trying to razzle dazzle with our team-work.

If I can give the impression my suturing of this artery

is a team effort, so can you.

One fifty. Clear.

Come on, Mary.

Again at one fifty. Clear.

Mary. Come on Mary.

Charging at two hundred. Clear.

No output. Charging again at two hundred. Clear.

Time of death...

No. Not yet. Please, please. A bit longer, please.

15:25.

Final offices, Nurse Lane.

More pressure.

That's enough.

I need more, erm...

-Would you like Ms Shah to apply pressure, Mr Douglas?

-Yes.

Then give the order.

More pressure, please.

-I'm on it.

-Thank you.

Sutures are holding. Scissors.

Ms Naylor, I'm sorry. I thought I could go straight from the scene to theatre.

-I can't be here.

-It's fine. Just go.

Swab.

You told me not to care. Well, I can't.

I don't care if that makes life tough for you.

I'm not like you

and I don't want to be.

You do it.

Again, I apologise for Mr Douglas' rudeness earlier.

-I believe he was upset about his colleagues.

-Clearly.

Over emotional displays is the risk you take

-when you allow couples to work together.

-They are not a couple.

Oh... I do beg your pardon.

I must have assumed.

Well, on to the business of FT status.

I take on board the challenges the RTA threw up.

I can see you've worked hard to restore the hospital's reputation

after the plastics incident, so well done for that.

It's not been an easy decision. In my experience...

For goodness sake make it quick.

It's bad news, it's not the death sentence you think.

Mary's been cured, hasn't she?

Mary had an existing heart problem...

She passed away, Wendy.

I don't believe this. All those things you said.

"She's fine. The op's worked." You said it to my face.

That was wrong. Mary's an old lady. It was her heart.

You told Mary her heart was fine. You knew it wasn't.

How can you live with yourself?

I'm not trained to make those kind of calls.

But Mr Malick wouldn't have operated unless it gave his patient the best chance.

This is it?

I don't want hospitals.

I don't want chemo.

I don't want lying on beds for hours with people who keep dying.

Where's your mum, Wendy?

She's not here...

..she died...

It was ages ago.

Well, I'm here. That's a start.

What about your friends from last night?

They don't get...

..we don't talk.

They don't get stuff like this.

I bet a few of them do.

I bet you've got one mate that's really good at this kind of stuff.

The one who holds your hair back when you're being sick.

There isn't a single doctor here that isn't going to do their best for you.

Gather around, everyone. You too, Sahira.

Well done, team.

I can announce that Holby City now has Foundation Trust in its title.

I'm reliably informed that cheesy balls

and cava will be laid out for us. Let's raise a glass, those of us

who don't have to rush off anywhere after work.

Thank you. Well done.

See. It all came good in the end.

You can put the strains of today behind you.

Excuse me.

Aren't you happy?

Mr Douglas, you did what was required of you

today in Ms Shah's absence, despite your evident upset.

Well done.

It would be advantageous for you to learn to not treat one staff member differently from any other.

-I understand.

-The boy's father has arrived.

Somebody needs to inform them they've lost a wife and mother.

I'd like to think you might stay in touch.

I'll leave it up to you.

Thanks for trying.

How do you think you solo treatment of Kyle's nasal obstruction went?

-Just say it if you're going to say it.

-You messed it up. Big time.

We all make mistakes. It's your first day back

so don't be too hard on yourself.

-That did happen.

-I need to see my son.

-Sahira. Listen to me.

That poor woman's husband will never get over this.

I don't know what I'd do if I lost my family.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Sorry.

Sorry. The boy's father.

-Right.

-I can break the news if you'd prefer?

No.

I'm ward manager today.

# Haven't you heard?

# I'm stuck on a verse

# I'm stuck on a boy who fills me with joy

# I knew I was wrong to

# Jump straight on into this picture so pretty

# But he is so pretty to me

# He doesn't know just how far I would go

# Just to kiss him

# He doesn't know how I pine

# So I make whirlpools

# And watch him sparkle... #

I don't expect you not to care, Chantelle.

I just don't want you to beat yourself up when things go wrong.

The buck stops with me.

# And haven't you heard?

# I thought I had first

# And he loves me so

# We're two in a row

# Just look in his eyes

# They're blue as the skies

# A picture so pretty

# But he is so pretty to me

# So I make whirlpools...

PHONE RINGS

# And watch him sparkle... #

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