Fresh Blood Holby City

If you're this pathetic when we move in together,

I'll throw you from a tall building myself.

Miss Broadhurst is a consultant. She's not Mr Hemingway's temporary cover.

Although, like him, she is a fellow.

Why do we all have to be here in one small room?

What the hell are you doing?

-What are you so afraid of, Luc? I really want to know.

-Don't speak to me like that again.

'Lift going up. Doors closing.

'Lift going down.'

'Doors closing.'

Hi. I'm here to see Miss Naylor. She's expecting me.

She's there.

-Miss Naylor.

-Yes.

-Tara Lo.

So pleased to meet you. JAC SCOFFS

Watch it!

Health and safety would have a field day.

I'm not planning on leaving them here.

Thank you.

-You going somewhere?

-We've all got somewhere to be.

-It's all right. I can handle this. You're obviously in a hurry.

-OK.

-Say hello from me.

-Hm?

Rachel's leaving do. I presume that's where you're going.

-Rachel's leaving?

-Yeah.

No-one told me.

Who's Rachel?

-Enjoy yourself.

-I won't be attending.

So what are you going to do tonight, Hemingway?

I'm hosting a satanic orgy. On the love bus.

Just me and a few close friends. Wine, procreation,

Bacchanalian dancing. Shame I didn't know about Rachel. We could have combined events.

Will I be able to assist you in theatre?

No.

-But you are my mentor?

-Yes.

-And did you...?

-No.

I didn't even finish the question.

-Why don't you take a break?

-I've only been here for 20 minutes.

Why don't you take a break anyway?

-I want to pace myself. It's going to be a long night.

-You're telling me.

Will there be other F1s working with you or is it just me?

-That is Dr Valentine. He'll look after you tonight.

-I had hoped to shadow YOU.

Well, we're going to have to save that treat for another time.

Dr Valentine will be able

to answer all of your, no doubt, extensive questions.

-They don't call him the Professor for nothing.

-Oliver.

-Tara Lo. I'm a new F1.

I can see you two are going to get along famously.

-Page me if there are any problems.

-Where will you be?

-Anywhere but here.

-So, first day in the real world. Are you scared?

-No.

-You should be.

I've spent five years at med school. I haven't just wandered in off the streets.

They taught us what to expect. Even the rubbish coffee.

Dr Valentine?

Hello.

OK, thank you.

Page Miss Naylor. Get the on-call staff in.

-What's happened? Is it serious?

-Yes, it's serious.

-Not late, am I?

-No.

-You in a hurry?

-I'm going to Rachel's thing.

Lucky you.

I want to get there before she gets too tipsy.

Then you're about five hours too late. Before you go...

-Good news.

-You've won the lottery?

I've paid the deposit on the flat.

Wow! The whole deposit?

Yeah. You did put your money into my account?

-Not exactly.

-Chantelle!

-I didn't know you were going to pay it so soon.

You're not getting cold feet, are you?

Of course not. Living together is going to be such a laugh. I can't wait.

-You're sure?

-I'll pay it in tomorrow. I better...

-Shore leave is cancelled.

-What?

We've got a MAJAX coming in.

OK, get her into bed seven. We will assess her later.

-He can't wait. I'm going to have to take him into theatre.

-Right. We've got three more on their way up.

-A duodenal rupture, a crushed pelvis and a femoral fracture.

-Where's Luc?

I don't know. He should be here by now.

Push more fluids.

-Are we OK for nurses?

-A couple have been drinking,

-so they can't come in, but it's the doctors I'm worried about.

-Get hold of Luc.

More O neg. I'll check on theatre space.

Has he got a landline?

He hasn't even got a house.

-I need to get into theatre.

-Do you want me find him?

-You know where he is?

He's not far. I can get back before we get swamped.

-OK, do it.

-OK.

-How are the electives?

-Everyone who hasn't started treatment is being sent home.

-Families are on their way.

-What can I do?

I need somewhere to put the discharged patients.

-I've assigned Lecture Theatre 2. Relatives can pick them up there.

-Do we have numbers?

71 casualties, the majority passengers on the coach.

Five fatalities.

Emergency services are still working so that number's likely to increase.

-OK.

-Let's treat this as a MAJAX until we're sure we're on top of things. How's your staffing?

Mr Hope's on his way in. so I'll handle theatre with him.

-Dr Valentine can take care of things on the ward.

-Very good.

-And there's me.

Tara Lo. F1.

I'm sure your help will be invaluable, Dr Lo.

Dr Lo.

Can you send discharged patients down to Lecture Theatre 2 to wait for their families, please?

-Isn't that a job for the nurses?

-It's on the second floor.

Luc. It's Eddi. Are you in there?

If you're in there doing something weird in the dark, I'm not bothered.

-I just... We really need your help.

-What you doing?

That's private property.

I'm looking for Mr Hemingway.

Mr H ain't back yet.

Do you know where I might find him?

There's been a serious accident. I really need to find him.

-That's what phones are for.

-Yeah, well, he left his on the ward.

He sometimes goes to his laboratory before he comes back here.

His laboratory?

Did you find it OK?

It's not brain surgery.

-It's still important.

-What shall I do now?

-I'm sure the nurses could use a spare pair of hands.

-I'm a doctor.

-On your first day.

-Maybe I'll ask Miss Naylor for something to do.

No. I've cleared bay three for you.

Good. Call transfusion services.

We're going to need extra O-negative.

Any time you like. It's not like it's urgent or anything.

SHE CLEARS THROAT

There's been a MAJAX. We've been trying to contact you.

Look, there's only Alex left upstairs but she's got to go into theatre.

What's the MAJAX?

RTA on the dual carriageway.

Happened at an intersection.

A coach crossed the central reservation

and ended up getting hit by both sets of traffic, so there are lots and lots of casualties.

OK.

-Hiya.

-Where am I?

-Keller Ward.

-These ceilings all look the same.

When can I get out of here?

You'll have to wait for the doctor to see you.

I've really got to be somewhere.

Is there anyone you want me to call?

The doctor would be nice.

Is it serious?

The doctor will be able to tell you more.

Why am I strapped down? Am I a prisoner?

No. We have to be super-careful with back injuries.

I kinda hope you're careful with all injuries.

-We are. We...

-I'm just kidding.

So, how long's the doc going to be?

I'll see if I can find anything out.

If he's not a CT patient, he shouldn't be on a CT ward, should he?

Can I help you?

Yeah, OK. Bye.

Tara, what's going on?

He just came up in the lift. He's obviously hurt.

-Should I check him over?

-Sit him down, find out what he wants. Check he's OK.

-Right away.

Can I help you?

-Are you a doctor?

-Yes.

-Where is she? I need to find her.

-Who are you looking for?

-My wife.

-I'll find out where she is.

-Who are you?

My name is Dr Lo, and I'm going to take good care of you.

Is it there?

I can't see it. Sorry. It must have been dropped when you changed wards.

-My wife will kill me if I've lost it.

-I'm sure she'll understand.

-I wouldn't count on it.

Is she on the way in?

I haven't called her.

Won't she be worried when you're not home?

No, I was heading off on a business trip so she wasn't expecting me back.

I'll just get a cab back when we're done here.

Break the news to her when she can see I'm still breathing.

How's your arm?

Aren't you meant to tell me?

The doctor is meant to tell you.

And I guess he's busy?

Afraid so.

He doesn't look very busy.

A lot of his process is internal.

Yes!

Look, I know I have to wait for your mad genius colleague to come back and look at my arm.

I never said he was a genius.

Have you got any idea how long I'll be here?

I'm afraid not.

Name?

Susan.

Is she here?

Is Susan your wife? I will find out for you, but first can you tell me your name?

George McLear.

-Date of birth?

-21.

-Of?

-January.

Can you please sit down again, Mr McLear?

Were you in the accident?

There was a car accident. Were you involved?

-I don't know.

-Were you travelling in the car with your wife?

-Yes.

-So you do remember that?

She was driving.

Can I go? I just need to find her.

Look. Please just sit down and wait here. I will find out for you. Can you do that?

Yes.

-I've done an assessment of...

-Wait.

Can you excuse me for a moment while I talk to my colleague?

Thank you.

-What?

-My patient has concussion. We should give him an X-ray and CT scan to check for serious damage.

The nurses can do it. Why's he wandering around?

He was taken to ED from the crash site. He hasn't been discharged or treated.

-What's he doing on Darwin?

-Looking for his wife.

I think he just walked out of ED to try and find her.

She's being transferred here but is having scans done. I recommend...

-Leave him here. No point separating them.

-That's what I was going to say.

-Has he other injuries?

Moderate bruising on the left of his head,

which could indicate brain contusion or fracture of the skull.

-Sort out the scans and patch him up.

-I'm on it.

-Thanks.

-Just had a message on my phone from the bank.

-They've blocked the payment for the deposit.

-Oh, no! What are we going to do?

Make sure you put it in tomorrow

-and I'll phone them and explain there was a mix-up.

-Yeah.

You haven't got it, have you?

I've just had a lot of essential expenses recently.

-But I'll sort it somehow.

-You'd better, or we'll lose the flat.

Nurse!

-I'll go.

-Nurse, are you there?

-It's Chantelle.

-Lovely name.

Thank you.

Guess there's no sign of the doc?

Sorry.

-Can you do me a favour, then?

-Sure.

Is my phone there?

-Can you hold it for me?

-Sure. Who do you want me to dial?

Martin Red Lion.

It's the pub I met him in. He's not an actual lion.

'Hello.'

Hey, it's me.

-'Where are you? Are you still coming?'

-Yeah, course I'm coming.

I've just been held up.

Traffic's murder - looks like something's happened.

-'Don't be long.'

-I've got that red dress on, the one I was wearing on Shaz's hen night.

'Oh, I remember that one, yeah.'

SHE CHUCKLES

Well, get the tequilas lined up. Reckon I'll be about another hour.

-'All right. See you then.'

-Can't wait.

'Me too.'

You should have told him what's happened.

Don't want to put a dampener on things.

You do know you won't be out of here in an hour?

We'll see.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

Can I help you?

Is Mr H up here?

Oh, I didn't recognise you in the light.

That's one of my old lines, that is.

I can see if he's available. What do you need to see him about?

-He'll know.

-OK.

You've got a visitor.

Who is it?

Security guard.

-Evening, Mr H.

-Roy.

-Wondered if you could spare a minute.

-Not now.

-I'll come and find you.

-Right you are.

-Just got a little something I need to talk to you about.

-Later.

-Friend of yours?

-Just a bloke I know.

You don't know any blokes.

-We've got an arrangement. That's all.

-Oh, yeah?

-He keeps an eye on my van for me.

-And what does he get out of it?

I let him take whatever he wants from the pharmacy at night.

Pills, needles. Whatever he thinks he can sell. Don't tell anyone.

There we go, all done.

Susan!

What's happened to you?

-What have they done to you?

-Susan McLear. Admitted to ED at 22.08.

-Will she be all right?

Admitted due to penetrating trauma to the chest.

Right. You, leave. And take him with you, please.

-Come on, I'll take you for your X-ray.

-I'm not going anywhere.

-It's important to eliminate the...

I need to be by her side.

And I need room to treat her, and you're in the way.

Leave.

I called ED, by the way. They haven't seen your wedding ring.

-Sure you left it at the hospital?

-Yeah. Of course. Yeah.

Some patients find it accidentally slipped off before they got here.

Especially when they're away on business. I'm sorry the doctor hasn't seen you yet.

-I'm sure he'll get round to you.

-He left.

-What?

-Couple of minutes ago.

Oh, yeah, he had a patient he had to go and see.

Guess neither of us are very good at lying.

What am I going to tell her?

I'm afraid that kind of advice isn't part of the service.

How did I know I'd find you here?

-Got to have something to get me through the night.

-Do you actually have a job?

They gave me a uniform, didn't they?

-You didn't show up earlier.

-I was called back to work.

That nurse was outside your van.

Said you were probably splitting the atom.

-You told her where to find me?

-Was that wrong?

I go there to work, Roy. I don't want people sticking their noses and distracting me.

She's all right, whatever you say.

Easy on the eye, too.

Why did you come to the ward?

It's my back. It's been giving me gyp.

I've never known anyone get as much gyp as you.

I'm not even sure what gyp is.

Can you give me an MOT, boss?

-I've got a ward full of patients, Roy.

-Don't believe me, eh?

I just don't have the time, OK? Later.

I, er...

I tried to see her this afternoon.

-It's her birthday.

-Yeah.

I went there. Got right to the door this time.

-You didn't go in?

-I couldn't.

I wanted to, I couldn't. MOBILE RINGS

Wait in the van. We'll talk when I get back.

I might be a few hours, though.

No, I'm all right. Tough as old boots, me.

Go on, get going.

Take a seat here. I'll find out what's going on.

Top priority is a ruptured aorta.

But I need you to assist on a transection.

-Right. No problem.

-Great.

What?

Mr McLear would like to know how his wife's doing. He's upset.

He's in a hospital, everyone's upset.

Tell him she's stable but keep him away until she's been into theatre.

-When will that be?

-Later.

-Elliot Hope.

-I know. I read several of your articles when I found out I'd be doing my rotation here.

Tara Lo. F1. Pleased to meet you.

You know you can scrub in. I'll be there in a minute.

Yes, of course, right away. Welcome to Darwin, Dr Lo.

Is there anything else you want me to do?

Yeah, stop talking.

Mr McLear, I've asked about your wife and she's stable.

I want to see her.

-I'm afraid that's not possible.

-Why not?

-The doctors need space to work.

-She's all alone in there. She needs me.

You can sit with her when things are under control.

-I thought you said she was stable.

-She is...

Tara, have you got a minute? I could use a hand.

It's going to be OK, Mr McLear.

Just sit here and I'll come and see you as soon as there's any news.

-What do you want me to do?

-I want you to hold this glass steady.

I don't want it to shift and puncture anything.

No problem.

You sure you're up to this?

Yeah.

-Hello.

-Hey.

I've got a present for you.

Hello, I'm Mr Hamilton.

What are you, the stripper?

I'm the doctor.

So what's the score, doc?

Your X-rays and CT scan are encouraging,

-but I need do a full neurological examination of your lower limbs.

-Kinky.

You do understand you've had a serious injury?

-Yeah, it had crossed my mind.

-It's important we make sure you won't do any further damage

before you try and move.

Listen, I'm sick of staring at this ceiling.

Just do your thing so I can get away, will you?

-I'm afraid you won't be going anywhere tonight.

-No.

-I'm sorry.

-What if I make a break for it?

I'd like to see you try.

Actually, I wouldn't like to see you try. Please don't try.

Lisa was meant to be meeting a special friend tonight.

I see.

Can't you get them to come in and sit with you?

-Not very romantic, I know, but...

-He doesn't know about the accident yet.

LISA SIGHS

Are you OK for me to get started on the examination?

Yeah, whatever.

I'll be back in a mo. If you need anything, just shout.

-Listen, about...

-Not now!

OK, you ready?

-I've got it.

-Good. Hold it steady.

I know.

-You're doing good. Just keep it steady.

-I am.

-Eurgh.

-It's OK. That's just normal.

Er...

Ugh...

-Nurse!

-MONITOR BEEPS

We've got a cut in the intercostal artery. Clip, please.

Pneumothorax. Get me a chest drain.

-Out of the away.

-Let me help.

-No.

What have you done?

What's wrong with her?

Just try and stay calm. Let them do their work.

-What's he doing?

-Your wife has a pneumothorax. It's a collection of air...

-Oh!

-It can be treated.

Can you do this somewhere else?

-Sorry. Come on.

-No.

-Drain, please.

OK. It's in.

BEEPING STOPS

That's good. It means it's working.

OK, she's stable. Let's clean up in here.

Swabs. Thank you.

I'm just going to test your leg for pressure on the nerve.

Do you get off on this?

Just one more.

-Hello.

-Hey.

-All done, Lisa. That was very encouraging.

-So, I'm OK? I can go?

I'm afraid not. There's still more tests we need to run,

-just to be safe.

-Don't worry.

-What else have you got to do?

-You need an MRI scan.

-Why? What's wrong with me?

-It's nothing to worry about.

-You didn't say I'd need one before. Something's wrong. Why won't you tell me?

-We're hiding nothing.

-I could die waiting for your stupid tests.

-That's not true. Try to relax.

-Relax?

-Please keep still.

-I have to get out of this place!

Please. If your back is hurt, you'll make it a lot worse.

-I don't want to stay!

-I'll give you something to help you relax.

-No!

-It'll help.

-Please. He can't!

-Why?

-Because!

-Because what?

-I don't want to die a virgin!

I'll just go and organise that scan.

HE PANTS

You all right?

Just a bit out of puff.

-Luc's in theatre.

-Oh.

-Can I help?

-No, I'll be OK, love.

Do you want to tell me?

It's just my back giving me hell. But also...

What?

Have you seen a doctor?

Mr H usually gives me the once-over when I'm feeling off colour.

Well, have you seen Mr Hemingway about this?

No. He said he didn't have time tonight.

Come on, let's get you checked out.

I don't want to cause trouble.

It's all right. Anything for a friend of Mr Hemingway's.

Thank you, love.

It's embarrassing. No-one gets to my age without having done it.

-That's not true.

-How many others do you know?

-See?

-There's no point rushing.

When you find the right man, you'll have your whole life to...

practise.

-Does he know?

-Are you kidding me? Of course he doesn't.

I'd managed to keep putting him off until I was sure he was the one.

Playing hard to get. He loved it, weirdo.

I was hoping to spend the night on my back,

but this wasn't quite what I had in mind.

-You should tell him you're not coming.

-I can't.

He'll go off me.

Tell him the truth.

If he loves you, he'll want to be here for you.

You reckon?

-We're going to take you down for your MRI.

-OK.

Call him before you go.

You might be in there a while and he'll be waiting.

He's going to find out sooner or later.

-You do it.

-Oh, I don't think I...

Please.

OK.

Make me sound heroic.

So, do I get a meal?

-It's midnight, Roy. No-one gets a meal.

-Shame.

Do you want me to call your boss and tell him you're not able to work?

Oh, er...

..no point in worrying him.

We'll leave the meter running for now, eh?

You are actually ill, right?

I'll get one of the doctors to see you as soon as they can.

-It has to be Mr H.

-Why?

He's a good lad. He'll see me right.

I don't know how long he's going to be in theatre.

I don't trust any of the others.

But I know he'll tell it to me straight.

Give me your finger.

So, how do you know him?

He's a night owl, like me.

Likes working when there's no-one else around.

He asked if I'd keep an eye on his van.

Is that all?

Well, we play Scrabble together.

-Scrabble?

-Aye. Couple of times a week.

I never had him down as the board game type.

I think he does it just to humour me.

Never had him down as the humouring type, either.

I was having a rough ride.

My little girl...

I say "little". She's 32.

She, er...

She, um...

Mr H looked out for us. He still does.

World would be a better place with a few more like him.

HE GASPS FOR BREATH

I'll get you something for your pain, OK? Hopefully Luc shouldn't be too long.

Bless you.

Hey, have you seen Tara, the new F1?

Yeah, she's in store room.

Tara?

The nurse asked me to get some...

Put it down.

Do you need to go home?

No.

Look, I know you're trying to impress us...

I won't make any more mistakes.

It's saying things like that that worries me.

You can't send me home on my first day.

We couldn't have known that there'd be a MAJAX tonight.

You should go home, have some rest, come back when it's quieter.

You're short-staffed. I can help.

You didn't help, Tara.

Why did you faint?

I don't know.

-The blood?

-You get a lot of that in hospitals.

I wish someone had told me.

-All right.

-Really?

If you're sure you're better.

I'm ready for anything.

Yes.

OK, let's get back to work.

No-one's been over Mr McLear's scans with him yet.

Go and fetch them. and we'll talk to him.

-You want me there?

-He's your patient.

I nearly killed his wife.

Best let me do the talking, then.

'Yeah, she's OK, but she's going to have to stay in hospital overnight.'

No, there's no chance of her being able to come to yours.

She's on Keller Ward at Holby City Hospital.

I'll tell her you're coming. Sorry to ruin your evening. Bye!

Flakes, wait.

This is silly. We're friends.

I'll get the money.

You said you had it.

-I did. But...

-"But..."?

-Well, the girls needed the money for the holiday,

so I gave it to them and forgot that...

-Holiday?

-Yeah. Ibiza.

I must have told you.

So, you going to Ibiza for a fortnight

is more important than living with me?

Oh, it's not like that.

Then what is it like?

They said I was an idiot for wanting to live with you.

They said you were nothing but a dumb airhead.

Who said?

'Thanks for helping.'

How are things out here?

-It's under control.

-Good.

What?

He's got pains in his back and his abdomen.

-So you admitted him?

-What did you want me to do? Chuck him out?

He's a bit of a hypochondriac.

He's not faking.

-Did I miss a page?

-They're friends.

OK.

Apparently, they while away the winter hours playing Scrabble together.

Maybe it's naked Scrabble.

-OK, I'm going to take the duodenal rupture into theatre.

-Yep.

Have you got notes?

The scans don't show any obvious complications from the concussion. How are you feeling now?

-A bit better.

-When he first came to the ward,

-Mr McLear couldn't remember the accident.

-And now?

-Fragments.

-OK. We'll need to keep an eye on you.

Let us know if you're feeling dizzy or nauseous.

Did you do it? Pull out the glass?

-There was an incident.

-Was it you?

Yes. It was an accident, but I'm sorry.

At least she hasn't got that thing sticking out of her chest anymore.

Removing the glass didn't cause any further damage.

-It also means that your wife may not need to go into theatre.

-Thank you.

Tara, can you check and change Mrs McLear's blood bag for me, please?

Excuse me. It's OK, just take it slowly. You're in hospital.

You've been in an accident.

Don't worry. I'll look after you.

She's going to be fine. Just make sure she gets her rest.

-I'll leave you two alone for a bit. Thank you.

-OK.

I'm here for you, just like I've always been.

We're going to get through this.

When you get back home, everything's going to be just like it used to be.

You and me together.

We are going to be so happy.

Does it hurt when I press here?

It does when you poke it like that.

I only wanted to see you for a few minutes

cos I could feel it getting worse.

-I didn't know she was going to put me in a bed.

-It's one thing to see me,

-it's another to waste my colleagues' time, especially when there's a MAJAX.

-Sorry.

Next time, I'll go and die quietly in a corner.

-You say you had backache?

-Like I were an old man.

I'm not kidding. This time, it's for real.

You say that every time, Roy,

-there's never been anything wrong with you.

-So why do you keep checking?

Because I'm a doctor. It's what we do.

It's not because you feel guilty?

-No.

-Good.

Because you did more for her than any of the others.

Wish we'd met you earlier.

Things might have worked out differently.

You know she was always going to get worse.

Less responsive.

At least you didn't pretend everything was going to be fine.

You treated her with dignity.

Have you eaten anything unusual recently?

They've got that new Czech chef in the staff canteen.

Everything's unusual.

Oh! No! Oh!

-Nurse McKee! All right, all right. Nurse McKee!

-Argh!

-What is it?

-Ruptured abdominal aortic aneurysm. We need to get him into theatre.

Alex just went back in. There aren't any scrub nurses.

There are now.

Elliot's closing up. Any problems out here?

A few sticky moments, but we've got them under control.

MONITORS BEEP

What's happening to her?

The valve's not open properly. Which idiot set this up?

No...

Valentine, page theatre. Then scrub in, I'll need assistance.

You don't go near another human being until I am back.

Are we clear?

So what are my chances?

-You're in good hands.

-You were straight with Amy when everyone else lied to her.

You can be straight with me.

-10%.

-That I'll die?

That you'll live.

Yeah, that is straight.

I can do this, Roy.

Still, you've got a 90% chance of finishing me off.

-Am I allowed a last request?

-Sounds like you're doubting my abilities.

Go and see my Amy.

I know she won't realise you're there, but do it for me.

-Will this hurt?

-I'll tell you what - as it's you, we'll use anaesthetic. Don't say I never give you anything.

Let's get to work.

Out!

I'm sure I opened the valve.

They taught us what to do at med school.

I've been over it so many times.

-Do you actually remember doing it?

-Yes!

-I think.

-Is there anything else either of you think I should know about?

We didn't have time earlier. There was...an incident.

It was my fault.

I guess that solves the mystery of what happened

to the massive chunk of glass in the patient's chest.

The work experience girl done it.

You better pray she makes it through.

If there's an inquiry, I'm not taking the flak for you.

Inquiry?

Yes. Funnily enough, when we go out of our way to kill a patient,

somebody usually wants to know why.

Definitely a ruptured aortic aneurysm.

BP's low. Let's get the clamps on.

OK, let's move the bowel out of the way.

Slowly, careful.

Mind the renal vein.

Carry on. That's better.

Come on.

We have to move fast. BP's still low.

OK, clamps are on. Let's see if that holds.

'Duval forceps.'

It's important to see the extent of the damage.

Look at the tiny branches on the pulmonary veins.

They're all bleeding. Three of Vicryl.

I'm going to do a continuous suture.

Dr Lo. Miss Naylor.

-Yes?

-We're standing down the MAJAX status.

All casualties from the crash site are at the hospital and numbers are manageable.

-OK. Thank you.

-I'm looking where to allocate flexible resources.

Everything under control on Darwin?

Of course. Mr Hope and I have dealt with the urgent theatre cases.

Most of the team performed well under the circumstances.

"Most"?

Yeah. Just a few teething issues.

But don't worry, I'll deal with the deadwood.

Very well, Miss Naylor.

Martin?

It's me!

Did you call him?

-Yeah.

-He's not coming.

Yeah, he is. He asked which ward you were on.

The dual carriageway is shut due to the accident. He's probably taking a while to get through.

-Hello again. How was it?

-Change of scenery.

See if your results have come in.

Is he reading the stuff?

Yeah.

It's good news, Lisa. It's just a soft tissue injury.

Bruising. No serious damage.

You'll have to stay overnight so we can keep an eye on you,

-but we can release you from your shackles.

-Thank you.

Is my phone there? I'll text him.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Thanks. Bet I look a right state.

-Do you want to borrow some lippy?

-Oh, thanks.

No bubbles. Good. Suction.

28-French drain.

OK.

Oxygen sats are down to 60.

ALARM BEEPS

-What's happening? How is she?

-She's fine.

-Why were you there?

-I'm a junior doctor. I have to watch.

-Even when it's your fault?

-I need to go.

-She's going to be all right, though, yeah?

-Excuse me.

-There's something wrong, isn't there?!

-I don't know.

It's not holding.

The aorta wall is too diseased.

I'm going to buttress suture the top end of the anastomosis.

-It's hot in here. Is the air conditioning on?

-Yeah.

-I said it's hot in here. Is the air conditioning on?

-Yeah.

-Thank you.

Ah, just the person. Have you got a minute?

So, how are you finding things?

I've just been watching Miss Naylor in theatre.

-Right. And how was that?

-Ah.

Listen. My sympathies.

The reality of it all can seem a little blunt at first.

For what it's worth, you do get used to it.

I sometimes wonder if that's a good thing.

-I have some histories here I need writing up.

-Sure.

-Not very exciting, I'm afraid.

-It's fine. Really.

Right. OK. Thank you.

-Excuse me.

-Can I help?

The woman who was in that bed. Is she all right?

-Are you a relative?

-I was in the car with her.

You must have the wrong person.

Susan McLear.

She was in the car with her husband.

-Did she tell you that?

-No, he did.

-Oh, he was following us.

-Why?

Oh, the two of you...?

-Ah.

-He must have found out.

-How is she?

-She's in theatre. It's serious.

Thank you.

YOU closed the valve.

I didn't mess it up. It was you.

You could have killed her!

All I'm worried about is my career.

I've worked hard to be here, and I won't let you ruin that.

If anyone asks, I'll tell them what I saw.

You fumbling about, struggling to change the bag.

It's still not holding.

-Right. I'm going to get Alex.

-No.

-You shouldn't be operating on a friend.

-Wait. Please.

I can do this. There's just not enough air in here.

I was just feeling a bit stifled? Suction? Suction.

Good.

Any news?

Oh. I'm sorry.

Wait and speak to him in the morning. Maybe he's...

-Just give it a rest, will you?

-Sorry.

Stop making excuses for him. He's a grown-up, for God's sake.

I'm just trying to help.

He let me down, that's all that's important.

Try and get some sleep.

MONITOR BEEPS

SHE SIGHS

Clear?

I'll take care of this.

The procedure was successful.

It'll take her a while to recover, but she'll be all right.

I thought I'd lost her.

We'll have her transferred to ITU so we can monitor her closely.

Why don't you get a coffee? You look like you need it.

-What are you doing?

-What does it look like?

You can't go.

-I don't want this.

-If that was true, you'd never have got through med school.

I wanted to save lives, make a difference. I bet everyone says that.

If they didn't, I'd be worried.

Go home, rest, come back fresh. Nobody wants you to quit.

I'd rather quit before Miss Naylor sacks me.

She won't sack you. Her bark is worse than her...

OK, her bite is pretty bad, but it's your first day.

She'll have you back.

She thinks I almost killed someone. Twice.

-Occupational hazard.

-Not a joke.

Everyone makes mistakes.

I don't.

Look, you can't just start a new career every time you mess up.

Watch me.

Don't you want to know if she survived? Mrs McLear.

She's fine. Miss Naylor saved her.

And if she hadn't?

But she did.

-I thought...

-What?

I was watching. The alarms went off.

They do that. Stay and you'll find what to do about it.

Why do you care?

I've been there. I know what you're going through.

-I don't believe that.

-I've screwed up in ways you couldn't even dream of.

Been given more second chances than anyone deserves.

I appreciate it, I really do. But I don't want this any more.

I can't do it.

Now, let me go.

George.

How is she?

They say she'll recover. She'll be all right.

Good.

How did you know?

I saw you talking at the Christmas party.

She was laughing. She hadn't laughed like that for a long time.

Have you been following us since then?

Nah. Just tonight.

Do you love her?

I have a family.

Maybe we both had a bit of a wake-up call tonight, yeah?

Look, it wasn't anything, what we had between us.

It was just a bit of fun. Susan wasn't happy...

Talk to her, George.

Mr McLear!

HE CHOKES AND WHEEZES

Crash team!

-Well done.

-Thank you.

Would it kill you to smile for once?

You just saved your friend.

I mean surely that deserves at least a gentle grin?

I'd better go and check on him.

It was hot in there.

I'll call maintenance, ask them to check the air-con.

Are we really expected to work in those conditions?

-Thank you.

-Just doing my job.

-Luc.

-Mm-hm?

Nice socks.

Yes.

CT's come back.

Looks like Mr McLear must have had more of a knock than we thought,

but he'll be fine.

-It was my fault.

-How'd you figure that?

He was my patient. I knew he had concussion.

-I should have kept an eye on him.

-You ran the scans,

-there were no complications. Did he say he was feeling worse?

-No.

Cut yourself some slack. You did good.

You saved a life. I thought you said that's what you were in this for.

How's it feel?

I don't know.

I don't feel anything. No fireworks.

Is this what it's always like?

Honestly?

Honestly.

Most of the time...

..yeah.

So what do I do?

Come back another day.

It's your choice.

They said you wanted to see me.

You saved my life?

You were choking on your tongue. I just cleared an airway, got help.

A girl scout could've done it.

You could've left me.

I'm a doctor. That's not what we do.

Are you in trouble?

Maybe, yes. They still think I messed up the valve.

I'm sorry.

If they ask me what I saw, I'll tell them.

That you did your job properly.

Thank you.

-You really love her, don't you?

-More than anything.

So how could you do that to her?

I didn't think it would be so serious.

I just wanted to make her need me,

so I could be there to look after her.

You wanted to make sure she'd need someone to look after her.

If we had time together, we could sort things out.

Get back to how we used to be.

I overheard an interesting conversation while I was getting cleaned up.

-Oh, yeah?

-Some of the theatre staff were joking,

saying Mr Hemingway took his shoes off in theatre.

Is there anything I should know?

No, he just got some blood on them and he had to take them off cos they were slippery.

Oh, right. Just as long as there isn't a problem?

No, nothing out of the ordinary.

ALARM BEEPS

Oh...

I'm going home now.

I'll sort the money as soon as I get in.

Make sure we don't lose the flat.

-You're going to cancel the holiday?

-You'll have the money by lunchtime.

Not sure I want to live with you now.

-Night.

-Night.

-Mr Hamilton.

-Yes?

-Can I have a word?

-Yes.

-You know we're only allowed to work a certain number of shifts per week?

Yes?

Is there a way round that?

You'll have to speak to HR. Why?

No reason.

-Thanks for all your help tonight.

-Night.

His heart gave out.

Alex tried to resuscitate him. but...

I'm so sorry.

Be happy.

Hey.

I thought if you really aren't going to sleep,

you might like one of these.

'Doors opening. Lift going down.

'Doors closing.

'Doors opening.'

See you tomorrow, Dr Lo?

See you tomorrow, Dr Valentine.

'Doors closing.'

'Doors opening. Lift going up.'

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