Merry-Go-Round Holby City

-How far above the wrist joint?

-Two to three centimetres.

-How long before you're back in action?

-Not sure.

Have I always been a saint, no, I haven't.

-Don't panic.

-Don't panic?

He's waiting for the results of a HIV test and never said.

One of us has to move on.

And it's got to be me.

SHE MOUTHS

I thought we should do this sooner rather than later.

If you were my wife, I would never let you get away from me.

'The last few months have been tough. For all of us.

'Confusing. Full of change.

'Tragedy...

'When tragedy strikes, people look at their lives. Re-evaluate things.

'Ask themselves - what do they really want?

'Everyone deals with tragedy differently.

'But eventually, you've got to confront it.

'Reflect on the choices you've made.

'I've made my fair share of rash choices in the last year,

'the last few months.

'But I've only started to realise that in the last few days.'

I was worried I'd be stuck here for days.

I'm getting on a plane in 48 hours!

Going to visit my parents in Rio.

Well, supposedly.

I want to go backpacking - "broaden my horizons".

-What's it like being married?

-Sorry...?

Your ring. I couldn't help noticing.

My boyfriend, Adam, he's taking me to dinner tonight.

Two Michelin stars.

I think he's going to ask the question. What's it like?

I'm probably not the best person to ask. We're getting divorced.

I'm so sorry.

That's all right. Right, Miss Warburton. This is as far as I go.

-Good luck.

-Eve.

Eve. And your boyfriend's called Adam?

Adam and Eve?

I know. Amazing, huh?

Childhood sweethearts, too. Best friends for ever.

We've been together since we were 13. It's a fairy-tale, isn't it?

You'll be fine. Just watch out for those apples.

My dad says it's the snake you need to watch out for.

Diggers, I know you're probably out larging it with

Arthur J Massif Crew, but if you are sitting alone feeling

sorry for yourself, I'd like to discuss Mr Greg Chambers

and your suggestion that he be discharged and sent to Outpatients.

Just so we're clear, I want you here ASAP.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry,...

Where is the fire?

Keller ward. Apparently. Not a fire, of course.

-But Mr Malick...

-Are you feeling OK?

Er, fine. Perfect. Why?

Well, your clothes are all over the place.

You seem to have soot on your forehead.

Your eyebrow is partly singed.

And you're at work - on your night off. You been drinking?

No. No.

Er... Yes. Yes, I have.

Maybe... Yes.

Just a few sips. Yes.

-Then I got a call from Mr Malick.

-So you decided to come in?

Well, I thought it might work out better than the drinking.

The barman made me something called a "Flaming Orgasm".

-I think I may have misjudged the flaming part...

-Mm.

-I was just trying to make myself feel better.

-About what? Her?

-I should see what Mr Malick wants.

-Yes.

Better to keep busy working than moping around bars,

crying into your Flaming Orgasm.

Chantelle's gone, Arthur. Move on.

When the board made me acting CEO, I took them at their word

and decided to act. Starting with a clean-out.

Bottom to top, as it were.

How interesting.

I found something you might be intrigued by.

Anyone who's ever worked on staff has their ID pass stored.

-Why do you think I might be interested?

-I found this.

That must be from, I don't know, from 2008. I left...

They must have thought I wasn't coming back.

But you did. How long have you been here now, exactly?

Twelve years. Give or take.

-That's a lot of memories.

-Mm.

-It's a lot of experience, too.

-Quite.

Anyhoo, I thought the place could do with decluttering.

I've never been one for nostalgia.

And new brooms and all that.

-Were you just going to throw these out?

-Unless you have a better use for them?

I told you, the doctor said I'll be discharged

first thing in the morning.

Yes, I'll pick up the dry-cleaning on the way.

Yes, I've got the ticket. I've got to go.

Yes, I love you.

Dr Digby. Thought you were done for the day?

So did I... This is Mr Malick.

Consultant GS Surgeon.

Pleased to meet you.

Mr Malick can't currently use his right hand...

So, you were suffering abdominal pain?

But a little bit of medicine, it feels fine now.

Dr Digby, would you mind palpating the abdomen. Humour me.

Thank you, Dr Digby.

Mr Chambers, a gastroscopy is a matter of urgency.

It's likely you'll be here for a quite few days.

The wife won't like that.

Trust me, she'll like the alternative even less.

There's nothing fun in a peptic ulcer.

Find a theatre slot for tomorrow, then meet me in the Wet Lab.

Forceful chap, isn't he?

You have no idea...

-MICHAEL:

-You think she's trying to give you a hint?

I thought she was going to give me my P45...

Come on, Serena's ruthless, but she's not an idiot.

She's inherited a hospital in crisis.

She's not going to get rid of her most experienced nurse.

Most experienced also means most expensive.

Maybe it's time for a change?

Maybe it is.

CAR HORN BLASTS

Help! I need help!

WOMAN SCREAMS

I'm a doctor, let me take a look.

It's OK, you're at the hospital. We're going to help you.

SHE SCREAMS

We need to see so we can help you.

OW! It burns...

-Eve?

-You know her?

Yeah, Eve Warburton. She was discharged this afternoon. Eve, what happened?

All right, she's been exposed to some sort of corrosive agent.

I need a trolley bed. Give me your morphine.

-Don't leave me...

-I won't.

What's this?

A simulator. For a gastroscopy.

You're going to need practice if you're going to do the procedure.

With me supervising, of course.

I'm not sure that's a good idea...

I can't think of an F2 in this country who'd turn down a kind of opportunity like this.

What are you afraid of, Digs?

I'm not afraid, I'm just... Yeah, I'm not ready.

You're as ready as you'll ever be.

Tell that to Cameron Pollins. Oh, no, you can't. He's dead.

That wasn't your fault.

-I could have caught it earlier.

-But you didn't.

So you move on. You keep going. You learn from it.

Learn from me.

Well, she has partial thickness burns to 45% of her face.

I'm irrigating the eye, but I don't know yet

if the sight's been affected...

On the plus side, her breathing and airways are clear,

so it's unlikely she's ingested any of it.

Any of what? Someone's thrown acid in her face.

Well, we don't know that. Not for sure...

I'm going to keep her sedated under morphine until tomorrow,

until I can find a bed for her at a specialist burns unit.

So, um...

Well, you should go home.

I said I wouldn't leave.

-Come on, she's not going to know the difference...

-Well, I would.

OK. Good night.

Um...

what are we doing? This thing - us. What is it?

I'm just enjoying it, Michael. Aren't you?

-Don't spoil it.

-That's exactly what I'm trying not to do.

But, all this sneaking around... I don't want to be that guy.

So either we are in or we are out.

I'm in.

'There's something about saving someone. Saving lives.

'It creates a bond.

'Makes you responsible for them in a way that's intimate.

'And a burden.'

Partial burns to 45% of her face...

What's her family going to say?

Her parents live in Brazil.

I think we'll leave it for her to decide when and what to tell them.

Is there no-one here? A boyfriend, sister, brother?

She did mention a boy.

She said yes...

Eve was a day patient yesterday.

She was going out for dinner with her boyfriend.

Thought he was going to ask her to marry him.

I guess she was right.

Poor girl. How's he going to react when he sees this?

Hopefully with more tact and understanding than you, Mary-Claire.

-I only meant...

-I know what you meant.

Right, could you get onto the specialist burns unit at St James's, see if they've got a bed.

Mr Spence left a message for them last night.

What was Mr Spence doing here last night?

..So they should be expecting your call.

Adam...this is Chrissie Williams.

I'm a Nurse on the AAU Ward, at Holby City Hospital.

Your fiance, Eve Warburton was brought in late last night

after a serious incident.

You can contact me via the hospital switchboard. She'll need you.

-Stuff you, Maconie.

-C'mon. I'm just teasing!

-He could've had HIV!

-But he didn't, right?

That doesn't mean it's open season on me.

No, you're right.

I'm sorry. I should know better and I will not mention Joey again.

Who?

No idea. What were we discussing?

Very good. Because I've got an STI screening later.

It's probably redundant, but humiliating, nonetheless...

-You have an STI screening?

-Yes.

And it'll make today a lot easier to get through knowing

I have your full support

and complete silence - as you promised.

Cynthia Donnelly.

Elevated temperature, fatigue, some difficulty breathing.

What is it?

Complications from the bypass operation

I had four months ago, I'd imagine. But you're the doctor.

I meant the knitting.

Oh.

It's a bobble hat for my great grand-daughter, who's due next week.

That's a lot of wool for one bobble hat, isn't it?

I have knitted bobble hats for four children, 17 grandchildren

and now one great-grandchild.

I reckon I know how much wool is required.

17, huh? Someone's been busy...

May I?

Take a deep breath in.

Where's the pain?

Here. When I breathe deeply.

It's better when I lean forward.

OK, let's get a chest X-ray, an ECG and an ECHO, please.

Arthritis?

Just come on a few weeks ago.

Maybe you should take it easy...

Oh, no, not till this bobble hat's done.

Ms Effanga? Obs and Gynae.

Just want to confirm your 12 o'clock STI screen.

Thanks, Bonnie. That'll be fine.

STI screen, eh?

Looks like I'm not the only person who's "been busy"(!)

Who are you hiding from?

You. Thought my dad might be with you.

Look, I'm here for a job interview. HCA.

-That's great! Why wouldn't you want Malick to know that? He'd be happy, wouldn't he?

-I don't know.

Dropping out of college.

Who knows how he'll take it? He's barely around these days.

If he's not working, he's doing his rehab.

He won't take a minute just to chill out.

Well, he's got a tough road ahead facing rehab for 18 months...

18 months? He told me eight weeks.

That's partly why I want the job.

Once he's back in surgery, I'll never get to see him.

He is getting better, right? He wouldn't lie about that?

Why would he lie to you about something like that?

Mum decided to throw Daniel a luau.

Mind you, he's loving his hula skirt.

You wanted to see me?

You don't make anything easy, do you?

Well, I'm not sure I know what you mean...

Oh.

Signed? Well, then, "I'll see you in court"

Chrissie, I'm only joking!

There's this patient, Eve. She was asking me about being married.

It's not going to be a fairy-tale ending for her.

I guess it never is. Better not to cling to the idea.

Were you clinging to a fairy-tale? It's never too late.

Perhaps you're right.

Chrissie...

It's Eve.

If you're not operating, who is?

Ah, Dr Digby, just in time...

I've got underwear older than he is. We want a second opinion.

-From who?

-From someone who's not barely out of nappies.

Or basically redundant.

-No offence intended.

-None taken.

I'll call Ms Campbell.

No, you won't. Your husband's already given consent.

Then he withdraws it. Don't you, Greg?

I don't know...

-Is this Ms Campbell a consultant?

-Mm-hm.

-Then call her, please.

It's not her decision.

I feel...

I'm terribly sorry...

Greg? What's happening to him?

We won't know for sure until we perform the gastroscopy,

but from the blood in his vomit, I'm fairly certain we'll find

that your husband has a bleeding ulcer.

Any further objections? No? Good.

Dr Digby, let's go.

I was home...

I was getting my keys out...

I heard something. I turned...

and then...

My face... How bad?

-We really shouldn't speculate...

-How BAD?

You have deep partial-thickness burns to approximately

45% of your face, caused by a corrosive agent - most likely acid.

You'll need debridement surgery to remove the damaged tissue,

followed by skin grafts and plastic surgery at a specialist burns unit.

Can they fix it? Fix me?

The skin grafts will allow the tissue to repair itself.

Improve appearance.

"Improve"?

They can do amazing things...

-There's someone here for Ms Warburton.

-Eve?

-What's Adam doing here?

-I called him.

-Don't let him see me!

-Are you OK?

-Get him out!

-Oh, my... (God).

Sorry, she's not ready to see you just now.

Could you take a seat over here?

Whoa... Easy! Where's the fire?

No fire. No flames. No burning at all.

Certainly not in the urinary tract, if that's what you were thinking.

-Why would I be thinking that?

-Sorry, I didn't even...

It would be ODD if I was thinking that...

So, are you coming...in?

To Obs and Gynae? No. I was coming to see you.

Oh, how funny, because I wanted to talk to you, too.

Oh, you go first.

OK, um - I wanted to ask about dating agencies and...

Don't. Stay away. Disaster waiting to happen. Trust me.

-Really...

-Mm.

-Isn't that where you met Joe?

-..y.

-Joey, why do I...

Oh, what? Has it not worked out?

Ah, ah... I'm sorry.

So, what did you want me for?

You said you were coming to see me?

I did? Yes! I did. Yes.

Um... A patient.

Right.

Possible post-op infection. Thought I might pick your brains.

Great. OK, lead on...

She was with me. She was fine. We had dinner...

-..and I asked her to...

-To marry you.

Yes, she told me she thought you were going to. I saw the ring.

Where are the police? What are they doing about this?

They will be informed in time, but what matters right now is

getting Eve though this next period...

helping her.

How? She won't even see me.

She's in shock, but she will need you.

More now than ever.

She'll need your support.

Sister Williams... She mentioned you at dinner. Said you were...

an inspiration.

She can be excitable at times.

She's always been like that, ever since I've known her,

which is most of my life.

She said you were best friends.

Yeah, I grew up with her. First kiss.

First love.

ONLY love...

I was supposed to marry her...

Don't. Don't think about leaving her now.

She's the same person she always was on the inside.

Yeah, on the inside.

Well, the tests confirm you have pericarditis.

What's not clear is what's causing it.

More tests? I'm on a deadline here.

More specific tests. PCR, antibody...

-PCR?

-Polymerase Chain Reaction.

It's very useful for all types of things, actually,

from the identification of non-cultivatable viruses to paternity testing...

Not that the latter would apply to you in any way.

It speaks.

There I was thinking he was here as Ms Effanga's eye candy.

Oh, no. I'm Mr Thompson. Consultant Obstetrician.

At your service.

Oh, you're her doctor! (How did the scree...)

Er, Ms Effanga asked me to have a look through your notes.

Although, to be honest,

it's not immediately apparent what use I'll be.

I'm more of a downstairs type of man...

Ooh! Chet Baker?

Well, he's a dark horse.

Fancy a nice obstetrician like him knowing about Chet.

Chet?

Yeah, Chet Baker. He's a jazz musician. Very smooth.

And an inveterate drug addict.

I met him once. At Ronnie's. I wasn't always 72, you know.

He had fingers to die for.

And a tongue that would melt ice.

Ooh! Too much information.

Trumpet player, Mo.

-Oh!

-Filthy-minded girl!

So, what happened to him?

He died, alone. In Amsterdam.

Drug overdose. Very sad, really.

Better to burn out than fade away.

Can I have a mirror?

It's too soon. You're not ready.

For the truth?

It's not the truth. There's still debridement surgery,

skin grafts...

Has Adam gone?

-He thought you didn't want to see him.

-He saw.

Was he revolted?

Don't do this, Eve. Don't lose hope.

Hope? You won't let me see what's been done to me.

There's people who will help. The burns unit...

Have no beds, apparently...

The police...

What can THEY do? Even if I saw anything, it's too late.

It's done.

I can't see a thing.

That's because it's bleeding. Use suction.

It's coming too fast. We should call Ms Campbell.

You giving up that easily, Diggs?

You practised for this.

I practised for a diagnostic gastroscopy, not a bleeding ulcer.

You can do it. Trust me.

Trust yourself.

All right, all right. Injecting adrenaline.

That's it. Clips.

Quickly...

Yes, yes, yes. Thank you.

-Quickly, quickly.

-Yes, yes, yes. I've got this.

BOTH: Now!

I did it!

We did it!

Clean up Mr Chambers and bring me his discharge papers.

I'll go and tell Mrs Chambers the good news.

Did you feel it?

The buzz?

This is just the beginning.

Hey. Got a second?

Um...

St James's specialist burns unit won't have a bed until next week.

-Eve can't wait that long.

-Well, there's nothing we can do.

She needs a Hot Room, for healing, trained specialist staff...

She needs hope. She needs YOU, Michael.

When he attacked me,

I thought I'd be scarred for life and that feeling was paralysing.

Eve needs you, like I needed you then.

Come on, that was completely different...

Only in scale. She's losing hope.

All right, I'll get a Sunday team together for the Debridement.

I can do the grafts on Monday and St James's should have a bed by then.

Thank you.

Hey, wait...

I signed the divorce papers.

I gave Sacha back the ring.

Right. You OK?

I'm in.

SAD MUSIC PLAYS

'It's so easy to confuse gratitude with intimacy.

'Friendship with love.

'What you need with what you want.'

Well, then, you tell Cunningham that 13 years of experience

in Plastic Surgery is all the authority I need...

Problem?

We've got a girl with half her face burnt off and Serena's

worried about my reputation causing problems for the trust.

Sick of it - the politics. The hierarchy...

Bit rich, coming from someone at the top of the tree.

Trust me, the view is not that great from up here.

I'm telling you, we should just... take off. I'm serious.

There's a hundred hospitals in the States

that would snap us up in minute.

Better yet - let's just jump on a plane. Go somewhere exotic.

Don't tempt me...

The temperature's spiked at 38.5 - her chest pain seems to have

worsened and seems to have spread to the abdomen...

About yesterday, I'm really sorry - I...

Thank you Bonnie, I'll take it from here.

Cynthia? How you feeling?

Like I've got the flu.

I told them not to bother you on a Sunday.

They're just being cautious.

Your chest seems clear of congestion...

Oh... That'll come next.

We'll keep an eye on it.

In the meantime, is there anything we can do for you?

Today is all about preparation for the skin graft -

cutting away the necrotic tissue,

cleaning the wound to prevent any infection.

-You understand?

-Sounds lovely(!)

It's not. But it's necessary.

Today's the start of a long road, Eve, but if you stick with it,

I promise you will see results sooner rather than later.

Thank you.

Thank me when it's done.

He seems nice.

Michael? Yeah, he is. Doesn't like to admit it, but he is.

Right, I'm going to need your jewellery now.

And your ring. Your engagement ring?

I'd almost forgotten it was there. Did Adam tell you he'd proposed?

I wanted some time to think about it.

I wanted to try the ring on for size.

See how it felt.

How did it feel?

Like "for ever".

Not something I have to worry about any more.

Don't give up on Adam. Not yet.

People can surprise.

Time to go.

Michael's going to take good care of you.

"Michael" is it? It's "Mr Spence" to the rest of us!

You came back. Why?

I couldn't just...

I love her.

Purl stitches. That's where you're going wrong.

Excuse me?

You're using a traditional knit stitch on a Purl stitch pattern.

See, the right needle goes in front of the left one

-rather than the other way around.

-I know what a purl stitch is, thanks.

-All right. Just...

-So you knit, do ya?

-Well...

Wow, you really are the nicest person in the world.

Not according to the vast majority of women on Meetamatch.co.uk.

Apparently my "profile" has a 27% compatibility.

I told you it's for mugs. What's your handle?

My handle?

Your nick. The name you use on your profile.

Oh! Oh, right. "Derewood Thompson".

You used your real name?

Yeah. What name should I have used?

"DT", "Obs and heinie",

Obs and heinie?

I don't know. Anything but your real name!

Well, nah. Doesn't seem very honest to me.

Internet dating site, Derewood!

You don't get anywhere by being...

-honest.

-No, no, no.

Seems a very jaundiced view, I think.

Actually, it's not all bad. There's this one woman, you know.

99% compatibility.

Unless she was lying, of course...

What?

Jaundiced. That's it...

-No, I didn't mean you...

-You're a genius.

Or maybe I DID mean you.

-Is there supposed to be this much blood?

-Yeah. It's a good sign.

The saline wash is doing its job.

The burns all look infection-free.

OK, I'm going to start debriding the upper left jaw.

What's he doing to her?

He's cutting away the dead flesh.

It will allow him to start rebuilding her, piece by piece.

They can do that?

He can't make her whole again. But, with enough time...

enough strength of will on her part.

And enough support...

Eve's got one of those.

Yeah, I know. They're matching. I made them.

Beautiful.

So was she.

What am I meant to do?

Do what you think's right...

whatever that may be.

You're either in or you're out.

ED are sending through a 43-year-old male.

Palpitations, shortness of breath, heart rate 145 bpm.

It sounds like an emergency case. Why are they sending him here?

Apparently he's a surgical patient. Or was.

-He was discharged this morning.

-Discharged from where?

Keller Ward. Dr Digby.

He's hypotensive.

-This is my fault.

-It's nobody's fault. It's a problem to be solved.

Mr Chambers was discharged this morning.

He was fine. I signed it off personally.

Well, should you be doing that?

Last time I checked I was still a consultant.

Are you OK?

All right. That's enough.

I don't know who you think you are, or where you think you are

but this is Keller Ward - AKA Malick's ward.

You're just a nurse on AAU. You don't belong on this ward

and you certainly don't have any jurisdiction here.

Thank you for bringing up our patient. We'll take it from here.

Fine. He's all yours.

Mr Chambers,

your ulcer must have perforated

before we carried out the gastroscopy.

You'll have peritonitis but we can stabilise for now.

But you will need surgery in the morning.

Do you understand, Mr Chambers?

-Yes. I think so, yes.

-Thank you.

And, please, don't worry. We caught it just in time.

Dr Digby, go home, have a shower, get something to eat,

then brush up on open gastrectomy.

-Why?

-Because you'll be going into theatre tomorrow.

Look, I cannot go into theatre. It's more than likely I caused this.

-I must have nicked something in the bowel.

-You didn't.

-How do you know that?

-Because I was there.

Maybe you missed it too.

I don't miss things.

And even if I did, it's our job to fix it,

which we shall do in theatre tomorrow.

Her temperature's come down a bit from the corticosteroids,

and I will chase up those test results in the morning.

No need. I know what it is.

Did you notice her eyes, the slight yellowish tinge?

Not uncommon in the elderly.

No, but put paired with fatigue and arthritis

and a mysterious viral infection causing pericarditis.

Hepatitis?

PCR confirmed hep C, so I ordered an ultrasound.

Hepatocellular carcinoma.

It's everywhere.

What are you going to do?

Let her sleep.

Then in the morning, I'll come in and tell her

that she's going to die.

-I'm sorry.

-It's OK. I'm here now.

I didn't mean to push you away. I was scared.

I know.

It doesn't matter.

You'll move in and...

don't worry about work.

I'll look after you. You know that.

I'm not going anywhere, Eve, I promise.

You look like hell.

Well, you spend seven hours cutting necrotic flesh

off a young girl's face and see how fresh you look.

-How's she doing?

-I think she's going to be OK.

-And you?

-I've just had a run-in with Malick, of all people.

-Malick has issues.

-Yeah, I know. I wanted to help.

You know what I was saying about taking off?

-I'll check my passport.

-Good. You're going to need it.

I've just put in for four weeks of vacation

and Serena has no choice but to grant it.

I'm taking you away.

-Let's do it. Let's go.

-Good.

PAGER BEEPS

-Serena.

-Perfect. You can tell her you're taking time off.

What if she says no?

Quit.

Michael.

We don't owe this place a thing.

There's a power vacuum in this hospital,

and if I'm CEO, I'd like to fill that vacuum as much as I can.

While shoring up your own power-base at the same time?

Precisely.

Now, you are experienced, talented, hard-working

and always up for a fight.

You're exactly what this hospital needs -

Director of Nursing and Patient Care.

-Can I have some time to think about it?

-Of course you can.

Four weeks?

Yeah, no. You've got 48 hours.

Any longer than that and your heart's not really in it.

If, however, you're ready to step up to the plate,

you know where to find me.

'However much you don't want to be defined by your past,

'it has a way of catching up with you.'

Maybe it is time for a change.

Yeah, you're damn right it is.

And it involves getting away from this place, not committing to it.

Now, I know you, Chrissie. You do this all the time.

You get a chance at being happy and then you sabotage it.

It's just a job. It's a good job.

Do you really think we can be together? Here? Around Sacha.

Cos I don't want that. And neither do you.

PAGERS BEEP

What's happening to him?!

Difficulty breathing, excessive sweating.

BP 90/50. Pulse 120.

Sats are 79. Trachea not deviated. Good air entry on the left side.

We're going to need a chest tube set.

Pulmonary oedema? But he was fine yesterday.

Yeah, he had a cough but that's all.

Right, can you get a cubicle ready, please?

-Mr Levy, are you all right with this?

-Yes.

Can we have a trolley over here, please?

Anything else?

No. Nothing. Just...Ms Campbell was looking for you earlier

but I told her you were indisposed.

Clock's ticking.

Liver cancer?

From hepatitis C?

How long?

We can make you feel more comfortable.

My granddaughter's due this week.

Of course.

Do you think you can keep me going...?

We'll do whatever we can.

Cynthia, for the disease to have spread like it did,

it must have laid dormant in your body for years.

Do you have any idea how you got infected?

Must have been the heroin.

Heroin?

I tried it. In the '60s.

I can't think what else it could be.

You were a junkie?

I tried it twice in May 1961.

I was young.

It was a jazz club!

Haven't you ever experimented?

Right, well, your children will need to be tested.

It's a small risk

but there is a chance that it could have been passed on.

-I hope not.

-It could be dormant.

Just like yours.

Dormant.

For 52 years?

I guess I've been lucky.

Well, we all make mistakes.

Didn't we discuss all this last night?

Now you need to sign the consent form.

You can ask for another opinion.

Mr Chambers deserves to know all the options.

There are no other options.

If he doesn't have surgery, he will die.

Ms Campbell might have a fresh take.

Look, Mr Chambers doesn't want another opinion. He wants surgery.

Isn't that right, Mr Chambers?

Just sign them and be done with it, will you?

Stop. He might not want a second opinion but I do!

A second opinion about what?

Perforated ulcer.

Very nasty. Well, there's no doubt we need to operate.

And as soon as possible.

I've already booked a theatre slot.

Excellent.

You know, I think I'll have Dr Digby riding shotgun.

Did you have a different theatre plan in mind?

I thought he could take lead - under my supervision.

Rather a complex procedure for an F2, however good he may be.

It is a teaching hospital, isn't it?

Yes. So Dr Digby can learn from me, can't he?

Of course.

Any objection, Dr Digby?

Ms Effanga, we gotta stop meeting like this!

It's a movie quote from What's Up Doc?

-Yeah, it's one of my favourite movies.

-No way - mine too!

So were you coming to see me or...?

No.

I've just had an STI screen after my ex-boyfriend revealed that

he was being tested for HIV,

and hadn't bothered to mention it before we had unprotected sex.

Oh.

Are you OK?

We all make mistakes. Just got to live with them.

Well, Mr Digby. An anterior eroding ulcer

stuck to the colon.

What would you suggest?

Wash out the peritoneal cavity, use Vicryl to sew the hole

and insert a nasogastric tube.

HE TUTS

Oh, it appears we have a back-seat surgeon. Mr Malick?

It's a distal gastrectomy. You'll need to do a gastroduodenostomy.

Which is, Mr Digby?

Removing part of the stomach and bringing up a loop of duodenum.

Very good. Why don't you...?

Urgent phone call for you, Ms Campbell.

Oh, that'll be Mr Cunningham. I'll take it in the scrub room.

Just keep him stable.

Insert an NG tube.

I wasn't expecting a gastroduodenostomy, was I?

There's a lot of blood, Mr Malick.

It's probably a gastroduodenal artery.

-Right, what do I do?

-Don't panic. Press harder on the swab.

I'm not panicking. I'm just asking for guidance.

Underrun it, 2-0 Vicryl.

2-0 Vicryl, please.

Jac, I wonder if you'd take a look at these for me?

It's a patient's ECG results.

Yes, I can read. What about them?

Well, I've never seen such irregular ventricular ectopic rhythms.

He is severely bradycardic, and his heart rate is 40!

Are you happy with yourself?

Sorry?

Screwing with Sacha's head again.

What are you talking about.

You sleep with him, you break his heart.

You have his child, you break his heart.

You literally beg him to marry you and you break his heart.

And now you've even found a way to divorce him yet still give him

a little bit of hope. Just so you can break his heart again.

I have never given him any hope.

"It's never too late for fairy tales?"

You're like a merry-go-round. Everyone's had a ride

and you just keep on repeating the same old pattern.

Get lonely, find someone, you dump them.

Pots and kettles, Jac.

What I don't understand is, why Sacha?

Why can't you move onto some other poor mark?

Oh, you already have, haven't you?

Well, I don't know how you live with yourself.

It can't be infection because of the speed it's come on.

The most likely cause is environmental.

EQUIPMENT BEEPS

-What did I miss?

-Look, that can wait until Serena gets...

Actually, you know what? You could start by mobilising the stomach.

You could do that. Ms Campbell could do that. But I can't.

Yes, you can. Scalpel.

Look, look. All you need to do is divide along the greater curve.

Ms Campbell will be back

by the time you get to do the Roux-en-Y reconstruction.

-Sounds great. Let's wait.

-Diggers, this is our chance.

-Our chance?

-We're a team, right?

I'm the one holding the scalpel.

Look, you can do this! Look, you're running out of time.

Before the patient's in danger?

Before Ms Campbell comes back! Let me just show you.

Everything OK?

Apart from the alarm pinging, that is.

Yeah, fine. I just dropped something.

Did you?

Never mind. We all make mistakes.

Right, let's mobilise this stomach.

Dr Digby, you are about to assist on a Roux-en-Y reconstruction.

It must be your lucky day.

If you'll excuse me.

I'll only be in your way.

Thought I'd watch the master at work.

These are Adam's results.

Oh. The pulmonary oedema.

Yep. Yeah. He's fine.

Extubated. Croaky but fine.

Sacha, I'm sorry if I've...

Well, not if. When I've hurt you.

I never meant to.

I know.

Are you still in love with me?

Yes.

I am.

I probably always will be.

And yet you let us go. You let me go.

Well, I had to.

What was the alternative?

Fight it?

Fight you?

Force you to stay with me?

I couldn't do that.

The pulmonary oedema.

Jac thinks it's environmental.

Well, there's been a build-up of fluid over several days.

Some kind of metabolic acidosis.

Acidosis?

Yeah. Probably work-related. He's a gold engraver.

Metal etching. That sort of thing.

Working with noxious fluids.

Easily inhaled.

It was you.

Acidosis.

A build-up of fluid caused by exposure to acid.

Someone who works with metals.

Shaping them. It was you.

-She rejected me.

-She just wanted time to think about it.

I've never wanted to hurt Eve.

I love her.

I told you, sometimes Eve can get excitable.

Occasionally, she does this kind of thing.

Talks about travelling. Backpacking and stuff.

You just wanted to trap her.

I'm calling the police.

And what good will that do? You've got no proof.

Eve won't believe you. She won't want to believe you.

And even if she does, what's she got left now...

if not me?

Cynthia.

Hey.

I've got some good news and bad news.

Sounds ominous.

Your granddaughter was taken to hospital two hours ago,

but she's only two centimetres dilated, so still a long way to go.

Oh, that's wonderful.

The bad news?

I don't quite know how to tell you this.

I'm really sorry. It was stupid, so stupid.

What?

I've lost your knitting -

the needles, the wool, the whole thing.

You're not angry?

Think I've got more important things to worry about, don't you?

It's just as well, really. I was making a right hash of it.

SHE COUGHS

Cynthia! Cynthia!

BEEPING Need some help over here!

This is crazy. You're mistaken.

He as good as admitted it, Eve. When I said I was calling the police...

You've called the police?!

No. Not yet. We wanted to tell you first.

Don't. Don't call them.

Why?

We can work this out.

Work what out?

This is a police matter now.

There must be an explanation.

An explanation?

I'll talk to him. Find out the truth.

What truth?

I need him.

Just leave me alone.

This is what he meant.

He knew you'd forgive him.

What's he done to you?

Just GO!

Mr Malick, why don't we...? Why don't we get you home?

I'm celebrating.

Six weeks ago, you saved my life.

Slainte.

Thing is...

..I would have thought that would bring us together.

Make us a band of brothers.

What did you do to me, Diggs?

What did you do?

-I don't understand.

-No. You don't, do you?

Look, I'm sorry. Sorry I can't grow you a new hand.

Sorry I can't go back in time.

I can't speed up your recovery. There's nothing I can do.

'I can't help feeling that everything that's happened

'is my fault, my responsibility.'

Let's get out of here, tonight.

Really. Come on, let's just get in the car and go.

I'll finish up with these grafts, pack up.

Michael, this is going too fast. I need time to think about this.

Too fast? If anything, this is five years too late.

Now this is right, Chrissie.

What's wrong is all the time we have wasted.

Now this is our moment. Let's go for it.

I've got a child, Michael.

Who needs a family - we can give him that.

You're always looking for excuses, Chrissie. Stop.

-Jake. Not hiding from me today...

-I don't know what you've done

to my dad, but stay away from him and stay away from me.

Jake! Jake!

I haven't done anything to your dad except admire him,

learn from him and try and protect him.

-Protect him from who?

-Himself.

He's having a nervous breakdown or hadn't you noticed?

Jake?

What do you want?

What I've always wanted. To help.

He hurt you.

I rejected him.

And he burned you for it.

And took me back.

Because he loves me.

We belong together.

He belongs in prison!

What if he does this again?

To someone else.

Can't you see it?

He's a monster.

So am I.

Cynthia?

There's some people here to see you.

Cynthia Anne Bradbury was born at 7.15am,

weighing a whopping nine pounds.

Hi, Grandma.

Psst! Mo.

-Who you pssting?

-You. I'm trying to get your attention.

Yeah, well, you got it.

Good. Sorry. You left this behind the other day.

And I hope you don't mind. Ta-da! I hate unfinished business, so...

-You?

-Yeah! Looks good, doesn't it?

Yeah. If I'd done it, it would have looked like a hung-over muppet.

Do you know what, you've got the oddest sense of humour?

-It's an acquired taste.

-Oh, don't get me wrong. I love it.

Listen, there's this woman on Meetamatch who's got

the same sense of humour as you.

-I'm actually taking a break from the dating scene.

-No.

And if my last experience is anything to go by, so should you.

Her favourite film...

Besides, you're way too nice for anyone on there.

..is What's Up Doc?

No more red meat. No more beer.

-No more chillies.

-No more fun.

If that's what it takes to make sure you don't end up back in here.

See you later.

You know that's not how ulcers work.

She doesn't know that.

You should probably try standing up to her for a change.

Stress is a leading cause of peptic ulcer.

You know I was going to say the same thing about you and your boss.

Mr Malick?

So what if my wife pushes me around? She's my wife.

I love her. She loves me.

It works for us.

What's your excuse?

Hey, have you seen Eve?

A fair bit.

I mean in the last 20 minutes. She's gone.

There's someone on the roof!

THUNDER RUMBLES

Eve.

-Stay away.

-No, I can't. I won't.

Why?

It's my job. I'm here to help you.

You've done enough.

What's that supposed to mean?

You told me to have hope.

Hope in him.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I'm a monster.

You're not.

Oh, look at me! What do you see?

A bright, beautiful, intelligent girl.

Independent.

She doesn't exist any more.

He's taken everything else.

Only if you let him.

He was my best friend.

This isn't the answer.

How could he do this?

Unless I deserved it somehow.

Brought it on myself.

Eve! Eve, this is nothing to do with you.

How do you know?

Because I've seen men like him before. I've been with them.

I've been attacked. I've been hurt.

And just like you, I tried to blame myself.

Eve...

don't let him hurt you any more.

You don't belong to him. You don't belong with him, Eve.

We can get you help.

Hey, it's all right. It's all right.

You're safe.

SHE SOBS

Well, it's, um...impressive, whatever it's for.

It's a little bit of history.

You'll be pleased to hear Adam Buchanan's been arrested.

I heard about your heroics on the roof.

Just doing my job.

Your acceptance letter?

My resignation.

Better offer?

No.

At least, not yet.

I have spent 12 years of my life here.

And after this last year...

..I just need a change of scene.

A new broom.

Right.

There's no point me trying to talk you out of it, then.

And the other letter?

That's personal.

You're quitting?

We're calling it a sabbatical but, yeah.

I don't understand. What are you going to do?

I don't know. Take some time. Travel a bit.

Bring up Daniel with you.

You are one of the greatest things that's happened to me.

You're a good friend and a great father.

But you deserve more.

And I'll be around.

Not here.

But I'll be around.

Goodbye, Sacha.

'I know it's cowardly to leave you a note,

'but I couldn't look you in the face and explain.

'How do I explain I don't love you, I love the idea of you?

'Oh, I wish it could be different but it's not.

'And you can't be just the next consultant,

'perfect marriage material.

'It's not fair.

'To you or me.

'You know I'm right.

'It'll be Sacha all over again.

'Someone I care about, who I keep hurting

'because I can't find the line between lover and friend...

'..between intimacy and companionship.

'I have to find a better way.

'Break the cycle.

'Get off this merry-go-round.

'Because you were wrong when you said I didn't owe this place a thing.

'I owe it everything.

'It's been my workplace, my safe place, my home.

'But it's moved on.

'Just like I have to.

'Time for a clean break.

'A fresh start. A new life.

'My life.'

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