The Cost of Loving Holby City

I need your resignation before I can offer you the post of consultant.

You were better than I thought.

At what?

Sex

I want this baby, I have always wanted this baby.

I didn't do it, I'm still pregnant.

Your cells have gone AWOL, you're having treatment to deal with it,

that's the only thing that's different.

You see, you get it but not everyone does, especially Sacha.

My wife has been admitted as a patient, I think it's best

if you stay away.

See you in Venezuela, kiddo.

You're going to be a grandfather.

The Young Doctor Of The Year Award.

Put it down gently. Um, obviously, I need to thank a great man...

My mentor. The Robespierre to my Napoleon, some might say.

Obviously without the Reign of Terror.

Or any of that guillotine nonsense...

Pause for laughter.

PHONE RINGS A man who's been an inspiration.

His superhuman and unapologetic focus on his work

is something us lesser mortals can only dream of...

VOICEMAIL BEEPS

'Henrik? It's Maja again. Please call me.'

Surgeon, genius...unrivalled... unparalleled...

I have to say, I'm touched, Digby.

But first day as top brass -

patients to see, illnesses to cure...

Mr Henrik Hanssen. Yes, Dr Digby?

Er...nothing. Nothing.

Then perhaps you might consider actually going

into the building at some point and doing some work?

Yes, yes, of course.

That was really good.

Maybe a little harsh?

I don't want it to go to the boy's head.

I believe birthday congratulations are in order.

Just another day.

He'll be very touched.

Mm?

Mr Hanssen. When he realises you're dedicating your award to him.

That's if I remember it all, that's if I win. You will.

Please tell me he's not still practising that rambling love letter to the Swede?

It's really good. It's like the Oscars.

You're wearing that tonight?

You'd rather I didn't?

It's gorgeous. You two are going to have a dead good time.

I doubt that. You know, you don't have to come with me.

Wouldn't miss it for the world. Great.

We've got plenty of time till your appointment.

Only three more weeks to go. Final stretch and all that.

Mmm.

Still no news from Tim?

No, some kind of friend, he couldn't even be bothered to say goodbye.

He's on the other side of the world now.

Difficult to text from a waterfall in Venezuela...

I'm pleased for him. You didn't even know him that long.

I could stay with you. Shall we go?

You know the saying, go to bed with Johnny Depp...

Wake up with Johnny Ball!

Yeah, well, thanks for asking but I didn't.

Go to bed with a movie star or wake up with a mathematical genius?

Neither. It was one measly dance.

Yeah, right, and the rest. PHONE RINGS

Keen.

Stalker.

Ladies! What did Uncle Harry tell you last night?

What is the first rule of Night Club?

Never give them your number.

I listened to you, didn't give you mine, did I? LAUGHTER

Hey! Jonny No-Show! Where'd you slope off to last night?

You missed a good night, Maconie.

He had a good night of his own, right, Jonny? Jonny?

You're all right. I'm going to take the stairs.

PHONE RINGS

Hanssen. 'Henrik? It's me.

'There has been a complication.'

Oh?

'Sarah's blood pressure is continuing to rise so her doctor has

'advised that we bring the operation forward from four to ten.'

Thank you for letting me know. I'm sure it is nothing to worry about.

If you could inform me when the caesarean has been carried out.

'Of course.'

Thank you.

It's like Mr Hanssen is marking me out as his successor.

Like I've got to step into his shoes.

You could never do that.

What?

He's size 13!

You've got nothing to worry about. I'd vote for you. Really?

You'd get a yes from me.

Dawn Jackson. Admitted with severe abdominal pains.

This is Dr Digby.

Um, whereabouts is the pain, Ms Jackson?

I told them lot downstairs, there's nothing wrong with me.

Do you want me to call anyone?

We're together. Oh!

You got a problem with that?

No, no... I think it's very... progressive.

She's winding you up. We're mates.

And I was married to a fella. Congratulations.

He snuffed it. Right!

Dr Digby?

Oh, I thought you were joking. Not your fault.

Unless you were driving a blue Vauxhall Nova down the A38

three months ago.

Give me that.

You're pregnant? Ah, well done, Sherlock.

29 weeks.

Do you want me to call the father?

If you know the number for a backstreet dive in Cephalonia.

I found her doubled up over the sink this morning at work

and we just drove straight in.

Pain in that quadrant indicates possible appendicitis

or bladder infection.

I'd like to check for pregnancy complications... Leave me alone.

Dawn? I do really need to examine you, sorry. Ow! Dawn!

I said no!

Good morning. Ah, Mr Malick.

Congratulations. The big day has finally arrived, I see.

Feel free to use my old desk.

There's a certain amount of paperwork

that comes with the job, I'm afraid.

Please tell me this is a wind-up.

With great power comes great responsibility, Mr Malick.

And what does that mean exactly?

Mr Hanssen is very particular about keeping all the paperwork

up to date, as well as performing daring feats of brilliance in theatre.

Please make yourself at home.

I thought Edward's last day was yesterday.

Yes, that's right.

Well, unless I'm very much mistaken, I just saw him downstairs.

PHONE BEEPS He made it! To the waterfall.

Oh, still no photos?

Oh, I almost forgot.

Ta-da!

Ma Levy's miraculous Jewish penicillin.

Let's save it for later, shall we? Right.

Chrissie Williams.

When you're done, give me a call and I'll drop you home.

Rachel and Becca are bringing round that rom-com you wanted to see.

Rather see Daniel Craig any day.

It's my fault. I'm the sucker for a happy ending.

PAGER BEEPS

Go on, you'd better go, sounds like you're needed. You sure? Mm. OK.

She didn't mean it. Maybe she's got a phobia of doctors.

Yeah, and breaking my wrist helps how?

Chantelle, is this all my post? Yes.

No messages? No.

There a problem, Dr Digby?

No, not at all. It's just an old tennis injury, that one.

Nothing that will stop you from holding your award aloft at the ceremony, I hope?

There's going to be a trophy? That's if I win. Are you going too?

Yes, looking forward to it. Excellent.

In the meantime, perhaps you can explain to me why your patient's leaving?

Shall I or...? Maybe I should? Be my guest.

Dawn, you can't leave before you know what's wrong.

I know what they're going to say, and I don't want to hear it.

You want a tip with this speech business?

Not really, no. Imagine your audience naked.

I can't. You and I both know that's not true.

HE MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY

Edward, not so fast!

I could deliver it intravenously if you prefer? Let me guess.

Naylor kidnapped you, took you to her home planet.

What? No excuse for blowing me out.

You're meant to be my wingman, remember. PHONE RINGS

Thanks to you I've got myself a stalker.

Ah, the unmistakable whiff of stale sweat and alcohol.

It must be our Transplant Team,

out obliterating what little brain cells they had left.

Good night, was it?

Oh, ay, It was pretty messy, like.

I'd say about a seven on the party hearty scale, eh, Mo?

I had a great night too, a bout of acid reflux

and a banging headache, thanks for asking.

Now this IS interesting. Where exactly were you last night?

London. London? Why?

Duty calls...

Hello. Right, er, we have Jade Prodfer, 17 years old.

Complaining of palpitations, substernal chest pains

and shortness of breath. Bed eight.

Honestly, you've nothing to worry about. We're a very friendly bunch here.

And besides, Dr Digby has been nominated for the Young Doctor Of The Year Award.

Is that on telly? No.

I just want to go home.

Well, why not get you checked out whilst you're here.

There's no point. Why not?

What is it?

It's my baby...

I think she's dead.

Ah, Mr Malick. Would you mind stepping out for five minutes? Yep, no problem. Edward.

I got the call from HR this morning.

I am the innocent victim of an administrative cock-up.

Seems not everyone's aware that there are only 30 days in September

and I've been contracted for an extra day, apparently.

The good news is, as you've nothing scheduled, you're free to go.

Actually, Ric's just asked me

if I could be tempted with a bowel resection.

I bet he says that to all the girls.

You're paying for me, might as well use me.

Yes, well, I suppose it'd be a shame to waste resources.

Oh, yeah, and er... Yes?

Elinor. Elinor's trying to get hold of you. Oh.

Could you pick up some more biscuits on the way home?

I've been bleeding for over a week.

Oh, Dawn, why didn't you say anything?

Because she's dead and they are going to make me get rid of her.

No-one is going to make you get rid of your baby.

But we do need to examine you to see what's really going on inside there. Ready? Yeah.

I'm sorry...about your hand.

What? Oh, that was nothing, didn't feel a thing.

Well? There's no sign of bleeding behind the placenta,

no obvious cysts on the ovary.

Good strong heartbeat. Is that...?

Yes, the baby's fine... She's...she's alive?

Yes. Told you, didn't I?

I don't understand. What about the pain?

Hopefully nothing serious.

We need to start a CTG to monitor the baby's heart.

Have you thought of any names?

Destiny. Awww...

The appendix does look a little odd. What do you mean, odd?

It's being pushed up by the...by Destiny. It looks inflamed.

We need to do a few tests to see what's causing the pain.

Is she going to be OK?

I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

Can I get an FBC, CRP and MSU?

Right away.

Oooh, swamp-in-a-box, my favourite.

It's my mother's chicken soup, actually. Don't mind if I do.

Seriously, after last night?

Oh, two bags of crisps and I'm back in the game.

Oh, good night, I take it?

His Nibs here popped his karaoke cherry!

Ha-ha! How was it for you?

Fascinating, actually.

Always good to see how the lower orders amuse themselves.

Bed four, please.

Right, what have we got?

This is Tim Connor. Found collapsed outside his house.

Broken wrist and femur. B/P 80/50, Pulse 90.

Tim?

Surprise!

B/P 145/90.

She's hypertensive, heart rate is 86.

So how bad is the pain, out of ten?

About 11. It's like I'm being crushed or something.

And this started a couple of days ago, yeah?

What were you doing right before you collapsed?

It was the bus.

And? He goes and stands next to her.

And, he would be? Kee. My boyfriend.

What? Was I supposed to just sit there and take it?

I told him...

Ah, yes, following an argument in the street...

Those two are welcome to each other. Not one call.

Yeah, well, if I die, that'll show him.

You're not dying, Jade,

but we do need to run some checks on your heart.

So let's get her started on aspirin, FBC, TFT and intravenous heparin.

And can you organise an ECG, please?

Of course.

In the meantime, would madam care to try on one of our designer gowns?

You are joking? I'm not that funny.

So, London?

You know, jellied eels, Big Ben, Chas 'n' Dave...

Yeah, I have heard of it. Good.

Jonny?

That was some fall you had.

Limp wrist. Ah, I'm a walking cliche.

Lucky the neighbours found you.

Neighbour's cat, actually. Like something out of Lassie, it was.

I was bladdered all weekend.

Tripped over the bins while I was getting rid of my empties.

Not exactly glamorous.

Not exactly Venezuela, either.

I missed the plane. Didn't want to disappoint Chrissie.

I'm sure she could've handled the truth.

Right, we need get hold of Mr Connor's consultant, please. Sure.

No need for all that palaver, just patch me up and ship me out.

I can be going loco down in Acapulco come tomorrow night.

No, we need to do some bloods and run some tests first.

I told that lot downstairs. I don't need it.

I've been given the all clear. I just need to go home.

Get ready to fly away...

What kind of website?

I met this couple online. Tracey and Karl.

I think I should stop you there.

It's a support group for parents of children with diaphragmatic hernias.

I went to meet them last night.

And I assume we're whispering

because the ginger twiglet doesn't know?

And you don't want her to know because...?

Because she'll accuse me of trying to prepare for a future

she isn't prepared for.

She still pretending this has got nothing to do with you?

Well, you know what? After last night I think she might have a point.

Maybe we're better off just ignoring this thing.

But this isn't going to go away. Maybe not.

But when you talk to people who are actually going through this...

Just makes you feel...helpless.

Kee, babe, I miss you. Please just call me, will you?

I'm stuck here.

Young love, eh? Thank God we grow out of it.

Do we? If we've got any sense.

Renal function is fine.

But the high white cell count and CRP

and scan indicates acute appendicitis.

So we need to book you into theatre immediately. No.

You're not opening me up. You might hurt the baby.

The baby will be OK, won't she?

All operations have a slight risk. You could go into premature labour,

but it's a very small chance.

I already thought I'd lost her. I won't get lucky twice.

You can fix me without opening me up, right?

I don't think...

What about that lady last week?

I don't think she's relevant.

She had the same thing as me? What happened?

We gave... Mr Malick gave her antibiotics.

But I don't think it's the same thing. Give me the pills then!

Antibiotics at this point would be ineffectual.

Dawn, listen to them.

You know what it's like to lose someone you love.

Graham was in an accident.

Yeah, and you couldn't do anything about it. But I can.

I can protect this baby. I want the antibiotics.

I'm afraid I can't recommend that. Then I want a second opinion.

This machine measures the electrical impulses in your heart.

Not one call.

Oh, the reception in here is notoriously rubbish.

You know he's not worth it, don't you? I love him.

You're young. You should be enjoying yourself, not worrying about some boy. Young free and single, eh?

Ah, you ain't got a bloke?

I like the freedom to do my own thing.

Like what?

I don't know, trips to Paris at a moment's notice...

Slobbing out in your pants, eating ice cream, hogging the remote...

Sounds rubbish. There's loads more than that.

Actually, I don't have much of a sweet tooth,

and there's never anything decent on telly.

Taxi for Mr Pipe and Slippers!

We are in the prime of our life, plenty of time to settle down later.

How old are you anyway?

Young enough to know that I'm not too old.

Don't you want a bloke? No.

You take my advice, you're better off on your own.

You don't have to worry about anyone. Yeah, and nobody to worry about you.

You don't have to be quite so hard-faced and cynical.

There is such a thing as true love.

Yeah, so where's her Romeo now, then, eh?

Having looked at your results, I concur with Dr Digby.

The best strategy is to remove the appendix surgically as soon as possible.

And what about Destiny? I beg your pardon?

The baby. The foetus is at greater risk if the appendix in situ.

It could perforate at any time and infection would spread through your blood stream...

Well, hurry up and give me the antibiotics, like I asked for.

Dawn. Listen to them.

You don't have to stay. No point you losing out on money.

You were there for me when Graham died. I'm not walking out on you now.

I'm afraid antibiotics aren't an option in your case.

The nurse said they were.

Nurse Lane didn't exactly say that. She did.

Well, Nurse Lane is mistaken. Surgery is the only option. I want antibiotics.

Well, I am not prepared to prescribe them.

Dawn, antibiotics wouldn't help in this instance...

But if that's what you insist on, I suggest you go to another hospital.

Do you have any kids?

No, I can tell you don't. It's not a foetus.

She's my little girl and I'm not letting you touch her.

Dr Digby has the consent form. Sign or not. It's your prerogative.

Nurse Lane? When you have finished up here,

I would like to see you in my office, please.

WOMAN GIGGLES

MAN: That is awesome.

Seriously, why don't you just e-mail those to Hanssen and be done with it?

Don't get your knickers in a twist. It's password-protected.

Bit of craic. Tequila suits you, by the way.

Hi. Hi. I've just been up to Mr Segelov, your oncologist.

Smiler? The man's got a face like a bulldog chewing two wasps.

Well, he sends his regards.

And he'd like to know why you haven't turned up for your chemotherapy.

Oh.

Cannot afford to skip sessions.

I'm not skipping, I'm stopping. It's over, I know.

I'm not going to spend my last days hooked up to tubes

unless you're going to feed me intravenous pina colada.

Why did you tell Chrissie that you're in remission?

Because she doesn't need to see me like this.

Trust me, I've been on the other side. Too many times.

Too many deathbed vigils.

We can help you. Your treatment...

I've just forked out on the biggest farewell party this side of Rio

so don't start going on about giving me more time, more operations,

cos I don't want any.

Tim, I'm serious.

So am I.

This is one of the best days of my life.

HE COUGHS

The gay plague, they used to call it, back in the '80s.

Seemed like every other week another friend died.

I lost count of the funerals.

Lost count wondering who'd be next.

If it'd be me.

So why give up now?

This isn't giving up. This, believe it or not, is called winning.

HE COUGHS Aids never got me!

HE COUGHS

Breath into this. That's right. Deep breaths. That's it.

ANSWERPHONE MESSAGE IN SCANDINAVIAN LANGUAGE

BEEP Maja, it's me. We agreed that you would call me.

I am still waiting. Thank you.

KNOCK ON DOOR Come in.

You wanted to see me, Mr Hanssen? Yes, Nurse Lane.

Arthur? Room for one more?

Dr Digby, may I ask what you are doing here?

If this discussion is about Dawn Jackson, then,

as the doctor in attendance, I would like to be present.

Very well. If you insist. Yes. I do.

Nurse Lane? Yes, Mr Hanssen?

You must be looking forward to the Young Doctor Of The Year Awards?

I'm having a DVD night.

But you could've surprised us all and won yourself.

I'm not a doctor.

But you clearly feel qualified to diagnose patients.

Sorry?

You told Ms Jackson, Dr Digby's patient, that she

could have antibiotic treatment for her appendicitis, did you not?

Mr Hanssen... Well, I mentioned it.

Why did you mention it?

She's worried about her baby.

Dawn Jackson could die because you interfered in this case.

I don't think that... Yes, Dr Digby?

Nothing.

So Ms Jackson is refusing to have her appendectomy because she's

under the impression that there is a safer non-surgical alternative.

I'm so sorry.

As she values your opinion so highly, it is

down to you to convince her to have the operation.

Yes, Mr Hanssen.

Close the door on your way out, please.

ECG shows elevations in ST. Something's not right.

And with the pain and the nausea... Acute coronary syndrome?

Yeah, myocardial infarction.

Reasonably treatable, but what's causing it?

Excuse me. Jade!

Look, Jade, talk to me, man.

Jade, your blood tests and ECG indicate there's a strong

possibility you've got a blocked artery.

That's what's causing some damage to your heart. Jade?

So you were there when she collapsed?

Yeah, one minute she's yelling at me,

next, she's on the pavement. Whose fault was that? The bus was chocka.

You were sitting next to me. And I got up for the old lady.

No, you got up so you could stand and rub up next to her.

"You done your coursework, yeah? Yeah, Kee, I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours!"

I don't even like the girl, yeah, I swear down. So where've you been?

You told me not to come. Didn't you get my calls?

Well, I had places to be. Have you been with her? No!

So, Jade, we will be doing a coronary angiogram.

It's kind of an X-ray. Check out those arteries. OK?

You know what, yeah, you can go back to her. I don't care.

I'm officially single. What, you serious?

I don't need no man giving me this grief. Right?

Jade, why don't we take a time out? Are you still here?

I'm going. Yeah, keep walking!

Chantelle?

It's OK, I'm not really crying.

I just need a minute, Arthur.

I'm sorry.

What for?

For being such a coward, for not standing up to Hanssen.

He was right. I shouldn't have said anything to Dawn.

You were trying to make her feel better, just like you're

doing now with me, like you always do with everyone.

It is clean.

Oh, sorry.

But if she dies, if the baby... It'll be all my fault.

OK. No-one is going to die. We will make her change her mind.

Together.

You did nothing wrong.

You know I did.

Chantelle...? I'm going to sort this out.

Your blood tests show raised neutrophil levels,

which indicate you could have neutropenic sepsis.

Sounds exotic.

Your immune system has gone into overdrive.

Your body's protecting itself against infection but unfortunately...

It's knackered. I know what it is.

I'm no stranger to this dying business, remember.

When can I go home?

Let's see. We would need to stabilise you first.

We're going to do everything we can to make

you as comfortable as possible.

Do me a favour. Of course.

Don't tell Chrissie. Please.

Let her imagine me romping on a beach wearing nothing

but factor 50 and a big smile, eh?

Thank you. That was the hospice. They said they can take him.

We can't move him yet.

Can you get him into a side room? At least he can have some privacy.

Mr Levy? Got radiotherapy on hold. Chrissie's ready to go home.

DAWN SCREAMS Do something!

OK, it may have perforated. Dawn? Do something!

We have to take you to theatre. My baby!

Well, we have no choice. OK.

Get Mr Hanssen. SHE MOANS

You OK? Yep. Just a bit achy, that's all.

Still no pictures from Tim.

Chrissie?

Tim won't be sending you any photos.

How do you know?

He's not in Venezuela or wherever he says he is. I've just seen him.

You can't have. Chrissie. He's here.

He's been admitted to AAU. But he was getting better, he didn't need any more chemo.

He chose to stop the treatment.

How bad is he?

Sacha?

It's neutropenic sepsis. It'll be peaceful.

And as pain-free as it can be. I need to see him.

Chrissie...

Suction, please.

Ms Jackson has been very fortunate.

It's remarkable to think she was minutes, possibly seconds away

from perforating and peritonitis, which would have been

a significant risk to her and her baby, and all thanks to Nurse Lane.

Antibiotics are an option.

The outcome for pregnant women in the first and second trimester...

But she is in her third, Dr Digby.

You're being illogical and you are not illogical.

So all we need to do now is excise the infected material. Are you ready?

Ready. Suction then, please.

You see patients come to us in a maelstrom of confusion, anger, fear.

They need clear, authoritative facts from us. Rational argument.

No doubt, no contradiction.

She's pregnant, she was concerned.

I'm afraid in this case the priority is the mother,

whatever the impact on the foetus. Knife, please.

Nurse Lane should learn to keep her distance from the patients.

She's the best nurse in this hospital.

And if perhaps you had taken more time to allay the patient's irrational fears

we could have treated her sooner.

I will close here. But... You can go, Dr Digby.

This will help ease the pain. What pain?

I told you it was good.

Posh side room, en suite facilities, room service,

what more could you ask for? God bless the NHS.

Where is he? Chrissie, this really isn't a good idea.

Tim Connor, where is he? He's in the side room.

I don't think he wants any visitors.

Tim.

Get out.

Tim? I said I didn't want to see her.

You don't mean that. I do, get out.

Chrissie, please. No.

I think it's probably best if you leave.

Come on.

PHONE RINGS Hello, Keller Ward, Nurse Lane speaking.

Maja. Oh, hello! How are you?

Oh, he's in theatre. I can take a message.

What?

Yes, of course. I'll let him know.

All right, bye.

Any news yet?

Oh, you can ask him yourself.

How is she?

The operation was a complete success.

Ms Jackson is relieved of her appendix

but her foetus remains in place.

Thank you, thank you. That's quite all right.

Can I see her? She be back on the ward shortly.

Mr Hanssen? Nurse Lane? Maja called for you.

Oh? She tried your mobile but it was switched off.

I told her you were in theatre. Get to the point, please.

Um... Your son... He's had a baby boy.

Well, not him, obviously but...

Mother and baby? Both doing well.

Congratulations.

As you proved earlier with Dr Digby's patient,

discretion doesn't come easily to you, however I would ask that

you at least try to use it when it comes to my private affairs.

I don't get it. The angiogram showed no signs of occlusion or strictures,

yet she's got all the symptoms.

Only thing I could see was a little ballooning of the left ventricle.

If I didn't know any better,

I'd say she was suffering from a broken heart.

Is that your professional diagnosis, Nurse Maconie?

She argues with her boyfriend, she faints, he walks out

and her blood pressure's on the rise again.

Mo?

Whoa, was this last night?

I'm going to kill Mary-Claire.

'Mo the Ho'? Seriously?

Mmm, little running joke from last night.

You do realise there's more bacteria in a person's mouth than their anus?

You know that? Of course you do.

What I do in my private life's got nothing to do with you.

Nothing is private on the internet.

You really should be thinking about your career at your age,

not which member of One Direction you can snog.

Can we have a wee chat, maybe?

Mr Hanssen?

Nurse Lane.

I'm sorry, Mr Hanssen, but... What?

Maja called me. There is a line, Nurse Lane,

between what is private and what is professional.

A line you don't seem to understand. Or worse still, perhaps, you don't think it applies to you.

Consider yourself on notice of disciplinary action.

You did what? I went to... I heard you the first time.

How dare you go behind my back and discuss my baby and my life

with complete strangers? Our baby, her life.

I haven't got time for this. So when?

I'm due in theatre, Jonny.

What would you like me to do, cancel it?

These people know what it's going to be like. They said we could call any time.

Read my lips. I don't want to hear anything about them.

What about me?

What about you? You're not the one with the expanding uterus.

I need to talk to you. For God's sake, Jac, I'm scared.

I'm really scared.

Boo-hoo! What am I supposed to do about that?

What the hell do I matter? I'm just the father.

I love this child just as much as you do.

That is assuming you do actually give a damn!

Another two litres of crystalloid? How many has is that now?

Four.

And keep on top of his pain relief, OK.

Um, we've tried, but she's not budging.

Thank you.

Have you learnt your speech yet? What? No!

Found them in the corridor. Surprised you let them out of your sight.

Not the sort of thing Mr Hanssen would do. No.

About tonight? What about it?

It's just that Chantelle is having a really bad day...

And I'm supposed to care why?

Because you're her friend? I barely speak to the girl.

How about because you're MY friend?

You really don't know me at all, do you?

Destiny's all right? Promise me...

She's fine, everything went according to plan.

Thank God.

Where's Ruth...?

You've got a good friend there.

She saved your life by bringing you in.

She'd never forgive me if she ever found out...

About what?

Destiny's dad. What about him?

It's Graham.

Her husband.

Oh.

It meant nothing. We were drunk.

You're back. The baby is OK.

Hey, what's wrong?

I'm just so relieved that you're OK.

I can't leave him. Even if he won't see me.

You need to rest.

Why did you tell me he was here?

You wanted the truth. I promised after Daniel...

You should've lied.

I just want to say goodbye. How long has he got?

You know, Tim has an entirely different cancer to yours.

It's small-cell, it's... Cancer is cancer...

And all your silly stories and your mum's bloody chicken soup won't change that.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Sorry, you want to check on his lung function?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Please ask him.

SHE SCREAMS

Dr Digby!

Dawn? I need you to tell me where the pain is.

I told you something's would go wrong.

Post-operative pain is not unusual. Just let me examine you.

What have we got? Possible internal bleed. BP is 70/30, heart rate 140.

OK, get her back into theatre quickly, please?

No! Don't you lay one finger on me!

We really don't have time for this, Ms Jackson.

Shall I get Mr Hanssen?

No! Same goes for him! It's their fault this is happening.

I don't want either of you anywhere near me!

Aaagh! You can do it, can't you? Yes, I can. Into theatre now!

Dr Digby, I have no idea what has been going on here

but the patient has requested that neither you nor Mr Hanssen be

allowed in to operate on her. But she's my patient.

Not any more she isn't. And call obstetrics.

I really just want to see him. He's not answering my calls.

Can you just ring him and tell him I'm sorry. I'll see what I can do.

Please...

She's getting worse.

I refer the honourable lady to the diagnosis I made earlier.

The angiogram's not conclusive.

You can't always see the smaller arteries on these things.

Call the boyfriend. He may be the cure you're looking for.

What run around matchmaking a couple of kids?

Ain't nobody got time for that.

Up her dosage to 75mg of aspirin.

Come clean to Jac yet about last night? Oh, yes.

And?

Maybe you were right. No heart. She's a walking talking Tin Man.

Woman. Mm-hm.

Where you going? I am entitled to a break.

Take this, you might need it. I won't.

There'll be someone here, won't there, when I...?

Tim...

Tell Chrissie I'm sorry. About the fibbing.

You could tell her yourself. She's just outside.

She's still here?

Oh, yeah.

She's a stubborn old mare, ain't she?

Tell her to go home, put her feet up.

She needs to say goodbye.

I said goodbye last week. How many times do I have to...?

The thing is, she didn't... I mean...

I didn't tell her you came back.

She thinks I left without a word?

Oh, no, go and get her, go on...

Right, that's the transverse incision done.

Let's see what's going on in here.

Foetal heart rate holding. Old team back in business.

Thank you. I can hear the CTG perfectly well.

Hmm, nice work, Hanssen. BEEPING

Foetal heart rate dropped to 60. But I haven't gone near the baby.

Where the hell is the obstetrician? You're going to have to deliver it.

We need to get that baby out now. Yes, I am aware of that. Scissors.

IV fluids and blood, please.

Why did he change his mind?

Nobody really wants to be on their own.

Hello, you.

Welcome to Venezuela, darling.

What are you like, eh?

You're good at this. You should go professional.

Bet your hospital corners are to die for.

Listen, I'm sorry about telling you those porkies.

Don't you worry about that. We had a few giggles though, eh?

Why didn't you want to say goodbye? Never mind, we're doing it now...

Hey, come on, I don't want any tears.

I'm proud to die of cancer. This is a victory.

I've had 25 years I never dared to expect.

Years plenty of others didn't get.

Yeah, I know.

At least I didn't end up another name on a quilt.

Bloody hated those quilts.

You could've come to my farewell party.

I don't really feel like I'm in the party mood right now.

This is the best time, Chrissie. Get out there, celebrate.

You're alive. LABOURED BREATHING

And the uterus in all its glory. Where is that obstetrician?

He's on his way. Suction.

Curved forceps. Right, let me get this little person out. Scalpel.

Suction ready.

And there they go. Waters broken.

Fundal pressure.

Put some welly into it.

Baby's out, clamps.

Scissors.

The cavalry's arrived.

You took your time. I know.

BABY CRIES

Happy birthday.

Yes. Welcome to Planet Earth. BABY CRIES

I say call him. Not you and all.

I was relying on you for some rational thought.

Epic fail, as Rachel would say.

I can't get anything right at the moment.

That old bag of valves can cause an awful lot of trouble, can't it?

Chrissie'll understand.

I lie and that's wrong. I tell the truth, that's also wrong.

What am I going to do? Take a vow of silence?

Then who am I going to have to talk to?

If Tim tells Chrissie that I saw him last week and didn't tell her...

..then we're finished.

Why didn't you tell her?

Because I was jealous. Of a man with terminal cancer?

I know. I know. But...

They've known each other for five minutes, you know?

And they're so close.

I don't think I have ever felt this lonely in my entire life.

I know.

PAGER BEEPS

Saved by the bell. I'd better... Yeah.

Repeat after me: I hereby swear to grab life by the squishy bits...

I hereby swear to grab life by the squishy bits...

..and never let go.

What if I can't fight?

You do it for me, girl.

Don't give up.

Keep on living and make it count.

You're loved, do you know that?

One more smile, eh?

One more...

MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY

FLATLINE BEEP Goodbye, my darling.

You enjoy that waterfall.

Do you like it? I love it. Is that where you been earlier?

Couldn't tell you, would've ruined the surprise.

Oh, I love you, babe.

Not as much as I love you. You old romantic, you.

And you're never going to believe this.

BP 120/80, and the coronary spasms just seem to have gone.

I give you broken heart syndrome.

It was an acute coronary spasm.

At a push, cardiac X syndrome, wasn't a broken heart.

You say potato... I knew you'd call him.

What she told you to come? No. No need.

OK, well, we'll leave you guys to it.

You know, you should get yourself a bloke. They ain't all bad.

Listen, Jonny? What would you say if I told you I'd done something really stupid?

I'd say it was par for the course.

Go on.

Thanks.

Awww... Look at her tiny little toes. I love babies' feet.

I had to come and see her before I go home.

Now, your baby's lungs aren't as developed as they would be

in a full term baby but they are responding well to the surfactant.

She's going to be fine.

She's beautiful.

She doesn't look like a Destiny to me, though. What's your name?

Serena.

What about you?

Chantelle.

Much classier. No offence.

None taken.

Chantelle.

It's perfect. Her dad would have loved it.

You know?

Graham told me.

When? The night of the accident.

Why don't you hate me?

I did. Both of you, when he told me.

Then an hour later, the police were on my door, and...

..and I couldn't lose my best friend as well.

Nurse Lane?

I wanted to talk to you about today.

I'm...

I'll speak to you later. Excuse me.

Are you OK?

Yes. Good luck for later. The awards.

Not that you'll need it. Come with me.

I can't. I don't have a ticket.

Ah-ha!

Zosia left it in my locker with her car keys and a note.

She seems to think I should be taking someone else.

Oh, er... Sorry, Arthur, I still can't.

Why not?

I just don't think it's a very good idea.

Bye.

All done, Mr Malick? Every last folder.

Ric will be pleased. Ric?

Mm, he was falling a bit behind on his paperwork.

I'm sure you've been most helpful.

Surprise!

You thought we'd forgotten.

Well, it had almost slipped my mind.

Thank you, darling, what a lovely surprise.

And I've booked a birthday supper for us.

Just the two of you.

Well, that's a nice thought,

but I'm supposed to be going to an awards ceremony. Oh.

Don't worry, I'm sure I could sneak out early

and come and meet you. Say nine? Meet you at Gino's?

It's a date. Great.

What's this? Just a little something personal from me to you.

Wow! Do you like it?

It's beautiful.

But?

But it's too much. It's just a gift.

A gift I can't accept.

Can't you be nice to him just this once? Elinor...

He's doing everything he can to make you happy

and all you do is throw it back in his face...

That's not true, Ellie.

Is that actually your idea of an apology?

You want it in writing?

You're unbelievable.

Dear Nurse Maconie, I'm sorry.

I realise that where you go and what you do

has absolutely nothing to do with me.

In the future I'll refrain...

My going to London last night has everything to do with you.

Fine.

Well, I'm glad we got that settled. Now can I say something?

No. Let's move in together.

Why?

So we can be the parents that our baby deserves.

That she's going to need.

Because If I learned nothing else from yesterday it's that

the only way you and I are going to get through this is together.

Well?

See, I don't know. Is that Jac for "yes"? "Never in a million years"?

"Maybe"?

That's a maybe. I will take that.

Maybe's good.

Mum, Mum, Mum. Nothing's wrong, OK?

Yeah, course she loved it.

Mum, I've got to go, OK?

Yes, Mum, yes. I love you too.

Yes. OK. Bye.

Hi. Hi.

Well, these carbs aren't going to eat themselves, so...

Hey. Hey.

I was hoping you might come over tonight.

Yes. We probably should talk.

No talking. You don't fancy watching that rom-com with me, do you?

If you want. I could do with a happy ending.

Arthur, I can't. Please stop asking me.

We'll follow you yeah, Digs? Yep. Look, forget about Hanssen.

He's Mr Hanssen. He's your hero.

No. Actually, actually you are.

The way you are with patients. You're amazing.

You're just saying that. Look, you've worked really hard. Go.

I mean it.

I'm not even dressed. I've cried all my make-up off.

I look... You look perfect.

And I'm not going to the awards unless you're there with me.

So...up to you.

This is a first, never been in a car with you before.

Don't suppose you got any sounds in here?

RAP MUSIC

I don't know why you would want me with you.

After today, I'll be a jinx.

Chantelle... Mmm?

I can't be your friend any more.

I mean, we can, but I don't want to be.

Oh.

RAP MUSIC

SOOTHING CLASSICAL MUSIC

Did he just miss the turn?

Where are we going?

I know a little country pub. Roaring fire, fat chips.

What about Young Doctor Of The Year?

It's just an award, isn't it, really.

Arthur have you gone mad? Yeah.

PHONE RINGS It's Malick.

Don't answer it.

Why not? Because I need you to listen to me

and I don't want any distractions or interruptions.

Arthur... Hi.

Channers, tell Digby he just missed the turn.

We're going the wrong way. You see, the thing is...

NO! 'DIGBY!' TYRES SCREECH

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