Growing Pains Holby City

-Mum's in jail?

-On remand. Awaiting trial.

-What's he done?

-What hasn't he done?

Is it worth it, feeling like this?

Evie, if you ever you need me for girlie chat, you know where I am.

-I'm pregnant.

-Have you told Ollie?

-No.

Kim's in jail partly because Essie and I convinced her to give herself up.

-What?!

-She panicked and she ran and it made things worse.

-You threatened to go to the police?!

-It's more complicated than that.

-PHONE:

-Please hold, you are in a queue.

MUSIC PLAYS

PHONE: Holby Prison.

Er...hello. Um...I'm trying to get in touch with Kim Whitfield.

Do you have her prisoner number?

Er...no. No, I don't have her prisoner number.

-Is it urgent or personal?

-Can I just leave a message for her?

We're unable to pass on messages, sorry.

OK, well, can you get her to call me?

You need to contact her visitor centre.

-ESSIE SIGHS

-OK. Thank you.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If Parker doesn't want to be found...

I need to look out for him...now his mum can't.

Go on, do yourself a favour, go home.

And that's an order, Nurse Harrison!

You see, look, I'm using my firm voice,

and you know I hate to do that.

Go on. You're not well. Go and get some rest.

Come on.

OK.

-Night, Essie.

-Night.

FAINT SIREN

CLATTER!

Hello?

-Essie!

-SHE GASPS

I need your help.

Is this is where you've been staying?

You're back.

How did you do this?

I fell over running for the bus.

I tried to clean it, but...

It's not getting any better.

What's your name?

Asia.

OK, Asia, um...this has become infected. Have you got a GP?

No.

-How do you know this girl?

-Does it matter?

She's the only person that's been looking out for me recently.

Are you going to help her, or what?

Asia, this leg needs to be cleaned and dressed properly,

so I'll need to take you to hospital, OK?

-No way!

-Raf is not going to be there, he's on leave.

-Nobody's going to call the police, you've got my word.

-Means a lot(!)

We can't go. They're going to be asking so many questions.

Look, you're 16, you don't have to go anywhere you don't want to.

But...she's right, you need to get that looked at.

I don't want anything bad to happen to you.

You and me against the world, yeah?

LIFT: Doors opening. Lift going up.

Doors closing.

Not feeling too great?

I would offer you some,

but they're not the kind of pills you're used to popping, are they?

Hm!

So, where were you staying before you met Parker?

I was in a flat-share. Landlord kept putting the rent up.

You can't go back to your parents?

My parents died.

Motorway pile-up.

I'm so sorry.

And there's, er...no other relatives?

What's with all the questions?

I'm just making sure that there's nobody out there worrying about her.

She's got me for that.

I'll be back.

-Is she going to be OK?

-Fingers crossed.

-She seems nice.

-We're mates, that's all.

-Why did you run, Parker?

-Why do you think?!

I just did what I thought was best.

You ruined Mum's life.

She's in prison because of you and Raf!

Hey! People need to know that you're safe.

I called my social worker a couple of times, and my mum.

-If you call the police...

-I won't.

But you've got to stop living like this.

You need to back off, OK?

Oh, and I can cook my infamous chicken enchiladas.

Wouldn't you rather go out?

Look, if you don't want my chicken enchiladas, you...

-Ssh-ssh-ssh-ssh!

-..you only have to say.

Are you kidding me?

-They're back together, then.

-What is Dom thinking?

Well, the heart wants what the heart wants.

He's got no shame.

Feeling better today?

Yes, thanks.

Come on, before I say something I might regret.

-What did he mean?

-No idea.

Who knows what goes on in that twisted little brain?

OK, keep moving, keep moving! Oh! There we go!

That's the way! Keep going, keep going! Yeah!

Oh-ho! Hey! Hold! Everyone, let's just stand still for a second.

OK.

It's like a scene from The Walking Dead in here. What's going on?

There was a fire in a nursing home.

There's no serious injuries,

but a few of them are a bit shaken up and confused.

We'll need to keep them calm while we get them through triage.

So, why have we got to have them?

Well, the day unit and the medical wards were all full, so...

I'm going to start cancelling some electives.

-Have you seen an agency nurse that I booked for today?

-Nuh-huh.

Right.

PHONE RINGS

Er...give me one minute.

Right. Hm.

The reason I know Elinor Campbell couldn't have made any calls

between 1st and 28th of February

is because she has been dead since January.

And being somewhat preoccupied, I forgot to cancel the account.

But I really don't see why she should be charged with...

Yes, yes, I'm sure a copy of the certificate can be provided.

Thank you.

Elinor's mobile phone company.

If you need any help fending them off, I can just...

No, no, no, no, it's nothing I can't handle.

Oh, and if you need me, it'll have to wait. I'm due in theatre.

Er...fire at a nursing home.

Listen, why don't we go out for drinks tonight?

Evie's on a school trip and I can ask the sitter to stay late.

I've got other plans. Sorry.

It'd be good for you to let your hair down.

Might I suggest that you focus on the job in hand and get some more help down here?

-Actually, I did arrange...

-Oh, Fletch, just do it, please,

before they go all Cocoon on us and start taking over the asylum.

Heavy night?

I need to tell you something,

but you've got to promise me that you'll be understanding.

When have I not been understanding? Understanding is my middle name.

Well, it's Jacob, actually, as you know, but...

-Sacha!

-Sorry.

You can't tell anyone.

Not the authorities, not Raf.

What's going on?

Don't worry, he's not going to tell anyone you're here.

Just glad to see you're OK.

Argh!

-What's wrong, Asia?

-Nothing!

-She's been having stomach pains.

-Why didn't you tell me earlier?

It's no big deal.

This is Asia Lucas. She's 16.

She came in last night with an infected wound in her calf,

and I've run the usual bloods.

Hi, Asia, I'm Sacha Levy, I'm a consultant surgeon.

-What sort of pains?

-Um...like cramps.

-And how long for?

-A few hours.

Any vomiting, diarrhoea?

Bit of the squits.

OK. That's probably down to the infection.

What is it?

She cut her leg climbing a fence after we did a freegan raid.

What's a freegan raid?

Going through supermarket bins.

You're not going to report me, are you?

No. I'm up for a bit of recycling.

Did she eat something dodgy?

Right, we're going to run some stool cultures.

We're going to keep you hydrated, just in case it's food poisoning.

OK. See you in a bit.

Freegan raids!

To be honest, I'm more worried about what you're getting yourself into.

I mean, you know, technically, he should be in care.

Yeah. Well, I've messed his life up enough.

Just give me a chance to put things right.

Give me the day with him, please.

Like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Do you have something for me?

Nigel Westwood, 49.

Was scheduled to have a kidney tumour removed today.

Why is he with us?

At his outpatient appointment, a chest X-ray identified

a shadow on his lung.

He's been referred to us.

Does he know?

Right. MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES

Ahem!

Mr Westwood.

Mr Westwood?

Hello?!

-HE COUGHS

-What's that?

-The music.

-Oh, it's Motorhead.

-Mr Westwood is a roadie.

-Worked with all sorts, I have.

Everybody from Floyd to Jay Z.

Mm. I'm a bit partial to rock myself, so...

HE LAUGHS

Yeah. Yeah, 'course you are, darlin'(!)

Yeah, when you're not blubbing to Ed Sheeran, eh?

So, are you whipping this lump out today, or what?

Dr March will be taking it from here.

I'm afraid I'm busy in theatre most of the day.

Listen, I've no doubt she's got talents in other areas, son,

you know, if you get me drift? Ha-ha-ha!

But, come on, female doctors?

Women are too emotional for this game.

Let me assure you, Dr March leaves any emotions at the hospital door.

And I am capable of speaking for myself.

You've been referred to us for further tests, Mr Westwood.

Nothing to be alarmed about.

Can I get FBC, U&Es, LFTs and a chest CT scan, please?

-Fletch, have you got a minute?

-Do I look like I've got a minute?

Bernie's in theatre all day,

the agency nurse that's finally shown up has gone AWOL

and he's trying to sink my battleship.

Just, um...come with me, yeah?

OK. Right, one minute.

-What are you doing here?

-I slipped in the shower.

I think I sprained my wrist.

Are you kidding me? What about sports camp?

-It's going to be lame.

-I don't care. I've paid for it, it's cost a small fortune,

-you're going to go and you're going to enjoy it.

-Ow!

Ooo! Well, um...I can't see any inflammation,

but maybe we should do an X-ray, just in case?

She's probably faking.

That's so out of order!

OK, you can stay here.

But I'm warning you, if you're pulling a fast one...

LIFT: Doors opening. Lift going up.

Doors closing.

-Doors...

-Sorry!

Doors closing.

How's Zosia?

Do you care?

Of course.

Look, I know it's not my place, but surely she knows that if she

-has to take painkillers in her condition...

-Condition?

Oh, sorry, that makes it sound like an illness, doesn't it?

All I meant to say was that she should know

that paracetamol is better than ibuprofen.

For what?

Well, maybe I got it wrong, but Dom said...

Doors opening. Lift going up.

Look, forget I spoke.

Doors closing.

Argh!

Mr Levy?

OK, Asia, on a scale of one to ten, how bad is that pain?

-Seven.

-Right, let's get some Buscopan,

let's do an abdominal X-ray and an ultrasound.

-Has she had a pregnancy test?

-No.

Do you object to us giving you one?

Why do you assume she's pregnant?

I don't, Parker, I'm just trying to cover all bases.

It's OK. They can do one.

-OK.

-OK.

-I'll sort that out.

LIFT: Doors opening.

Lift going down.

Yeah, that's great. Thank you.

-Zosh, can I borrow you for a moment, please?

-Yeah.

Ahem!

When were you going to tell me that you're pregnant?

I'm not.

Well, your BFF certainly thinks you are

and you were sick a couple of times last week.

That food poisoning that you said you had. And you're...

..you're more tired than you usually are.

You slept in a couple of times. You never do that!

You're pregnant.

No, I'm really, really not.

OK. Well, I think you should take a test.

-Um...

-You are!

Why...why didn't you tell me?

-I should've.

-How long have you known?

Not long. Um...Ollie, I need to be honest with you.

Ooo, timing! Two sugars in mine, please.

-This came for you.

-Right, OK, thank you.

Um...I should really go.

Are you going to make me a cuppa, or what?

Fine, I'll do it myself.

So, do you fancy telling me

what you've been up to these last couple of weeks?

I wish you'd been in touch.

What happened...

..I never...

We never intended it to turn out like it did.

-What about Asia?

-What about her?

You really like her, don't you?

What happens if she's pregnant?

Then I'll be there for her.

You're 14.

And you've known her, what, a couple of weeks?

Life is rarely as simple as that.

A baby is a big deal, Parker, and with Kim unable to help

and no family on Asia's side...

If she is pregnant, you're going to need help.

-And the way you're living at the moment...

-Are you going to get to the point?

Please contact Social Services.

Forget it!

Well, foster care has got to be better than being on the run.

And you'd still be able to see Asia.

She could get a hostel, or temporary accommodation.

You said it yourself, life isn't that simple.

You stand a better chance with support than without.

Will you please ring your mum and let her know that you're safe?

She'll be so relieved.

OK. Hopefully, your results won't take long, then you can go to camp.

Can I say hi to Serena?

No, because we're very busy.

Have you given it any thought to how much grief I would get in with Serena

if she thought I was prioritising you over any other patient?

No.

Oh, what a nice surprise!

-Mr Westwood.

-Hello, Doctor.

-Did you apply pressure to this dressing after blood was taken?

-Was I meant to?

Your CT shows a secondary tumour on your right lung.

Oh!

Another one, eh? Huh!

That can't be good.

Secondary is a scary word, I know, but we've found it early.

We can remove it at the same time as your kidney surgery,

and your oncologist will be able to talk you through any post-operative treatment.

Oh, well, better out than in, eh? Huh!

At least my one really vital organ's in decent nick. Well, I've had no complaints, anyway.

HE LAUGHS AND COUGHS

Is there anyone you'd like us to call? A wife, a partner?

You know how it is on the road. Easy come, easy go.

-Kids?

-Five.

-Five?

-Yeah.

-How often do you see them?

-Not much.

Well, what with work...

Well, I'll get a nurse to have a look at that for you.

Oh! You haven't broken up again?

Worse than Burton and Taylor, you two.

No, we're fine. Peachy. Couldn't be better.

Zosia? What is it?

-Parker?

-Sorry.

Asia, your pregnancy test is negative.

Now, procedurally, I want to get someone to come to talk to you

about contraception, OK?

I'm not sleeping around.

-Argh!

-Let's get that abdominal film and chase up the ultrasound, OK?

-Asia?

-Don't stress, I'll be fine.

Parker, let's let her rest.

Um...listen, I'm useless at this Candy Crush.

Can you help me get to the next level?

Thank you.

OK?

You know, you're not what I was expecting.

And what was that?

After what Parker said about what you and that bloke did to his mum,

I thought you'd have a more bossy, teachery kind of vibe.

For what it's worth, I told him it sounded like you were just looking out for him.

-Really?

-Yeah.

He should be more grateful.

Not everyone's so lucky.

How long ago was your mum and dad's accident?

I don't like talking about it.

Oh, well, it must be tough being on your own.

I'm not on my own any more. I've got Parker now.

-Look, I really care about him, OK?

-Yeah, me, too.

Look, at the risk of blowing my cool-girl status,

I'm just looking out for him.

He's 14 and I'm concerned.

He shouldn't be living in a cold, squalid flat,

and neither should you!

I need some kip.

Right.

'As Mr Westwood is already scheduled in'

for kidney surgery, I'd like to consult with Mr Levy about a combined procedure.

That's ambitious, but it's fine by me.

Great. Thank you.

What about you? Look, if you need to go home...

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I told you, I want to focus on work.

And Ollie?

He still thinks you're pregnant, right?

I guess we'll all sit down and talk it through.

I'll say I want a termination.

That I want to go to the clinic alone.

In a week, this will all be over and he'll be none the wiser, so...

Cos things are always that simple(?)

I'm already in a hole, all I can do is dig myself out.

OK.

Asia, you have an obstruction in your small bowel.

That's what's causing the stomach cramps.

Is that serious?

It's potentially serious, yeah.

Before we do anything else, we need to rest your gut.

That involves giving you a catheter

and putting a tube down your nose to decompress your stomach.

Gross!

Then we need to give you a CT scan to find out what the obstruction actually is.

I just hurt my leg and now you're saying I need tubes down my throat?

-Cannula?

-Yeah.

-So she's nil by mouth from now on.

-What?!

You can't have anything to eat or drink for a while.

Not even that.

-I can't be here much longer.

-It'll be OK.

They'll sort you out and...we'll go.

Right, um...I'll get your CT booked.

See you in a bit.

She's hiding something.

-Do you reckon?

-Mm.

-You're not just being paranoid?

-I can feel it.

Well, I think you're overreacting.

Serena will not hold Evie being here against you.

Have you spoken to her? She makes Attila the Hun sound reasonable.

Anyway, it's not just that, I just don't want to be insensitive.

After everything she's been through with Elinor...

Serena won't begrudge Evie being there just because of Elinor.

She's putting on a brave face,

but I don't want to run the risk of upsetting her.

Yes, who knows what she might do?

Evie's X-ray results.

No sprains, no fractures and no signs of inflammation.

She's been having you on.

I suggest we have a word with her.

That's if you can trust me not to break down

and start self-harming in front of her gurney.

Have you thought about what we talked about earlier, Social Services?

-Social Services?

-No! Not while Asia's still here.

Well, there are organisations that can help you, too.

Charities, hostels.

-What kind of hostels?

-All kinds.

You don't care about what happens to me, you just want Parker back!

OK. Forget I said anything.

Thanks, guys. Gemma, can you do obs on Bay 3, please?

PHONE RINGS

Essie, listen...

Nurse Harrison, could you come here, please?

Er...I just need to chat to Asia.

We're going to have a chat.

I know how you feel about Parker,

but I'm just saying that Asia is not the only patient on the ward today.

All right?

'So I think we should remove'

the wedge from your lung as soon as possible. It's...

-All right, Doc?

-Afternoon.

Mr Westwood was my patient on Keller, so Sacha thought we should work together.

Problem?

Er...no.

I was just telling Mr Westwood...

I know you were championing a combined procedure,

but I would suggest that we just do the kidney surgery today.

That way, we can attempt chemotherapy

and, if necessary, remove the tumour at a later date,

once you've recovered from the first major surgery.

Excuse us.

Leaving the tumour where it is could endanger the patient.

There are a number of studies that show lung metastases

sometimes disappear spontaneously

after renal tumours have been removed.

Mm. Sometimes.

You're trying to convince the patient on a study of sometimes?

Maybe we should do some crystal healing, or a touch of Reiki(?)

Let's just do the kidneys, yeah, and leave the rest for now?

I'm sorry, darlin', I just want to get out of here and back on the road.

Well...the patient has made his decision.

I am sorry if it's not the one that you wanted.

You're not thinking about the patient, you're just trying to undermine me.

Do you have any idea how paranoid that sounds?

You two obviously have issues. Care to share?

Sorry I had to pull rank earlier.

When you awaken the beast...

-I'll call Security.

-No! I'll find them.

Mr Mayfield's right.

There is some evidence that a lung metastases can disappear

once a primary renal tumour is removed.

It's not conclusive.

-Can you give us a minute?

-Sure.

Ahem!

Well, thank you for backing me up(!)

Look, I know Isaac can be a nightmare,

but you're better than this, Zosia.

Hey!

It can't be easy, working with Isaac.

My advice is just to focus on the patient.

Well, that's it.

Yeah. Er...what we discussed,

I don't suppose you've thought about what you might want?

No, not yet.

OK, well, just so you know, whatever it is...I'm here.

(OK. Thank you.)

Talked her down from the ledge?

Oh, she'd do the same for me.

It's probably just the hormones talking.

Um...not the...hormones. I don't know why I said...

-You know, don't you?

-Know what?

-What I know. Zosia's told you.

Don't know what you're talking about.

Zosia's pregnant.

Has she told you anything at all about what she might want?

Not getting involved.

It was a bit of a shock at first. It wasn't planned.

-I mean, I was careful and she...

-Too much information!

Yeah, sorry. Er...

It wouldn't be that bad, would it,

I mean, to have a little Zosia or a little Ollie...

..running around?

Parker! Please!

-Just leave us alone!

-Asia needs to come back.

Police on their way, are they?

No. I wouldn't do that.

Asia, why did you lie to me about your mum?

Please, just forget that you met me.

-How old are you really?

-She's 16!

No, I don't think so.

15?

Younger?

-14.

-Please don't tell anyone, they'll make me go home!

What if you need surgery? Without consent, we can't do anything!

Essie, please.

You can't tell anyone. Not even Sacha!

Come back to the ward and I won't say anything, I promise.

Argh!

We need to get her a wheelchair. Look after her.

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

Don't you just love this fella?

And he don't even know his Aerosmith from his Elbow!

I was telling Nigel the last album I downloaded was Britney's Greatest Hits.

No accounting for taste, then.

We were just waiting for a porter to take Mr Westwood back downstairs.

Sorry, darlin'. It's not that I haven't enjoyed your company, but...

-Was that changed?

-Yeah, about an hour ago.

Not very good, your nurse, is she?

Rosie, could you get blood clotting on Mr Westwood, please?

I know you like to be thorough, but is that really necessary?

-Just humour me.

-If this is some lame attempt to change my surgical...

Have you any idea how paranoid that sounds?

And what about your dad?

I haven't seen him since I was eight.

So, it's just you and your mum?

Can't you just give it a rest with the questions?

Hey, if you want me to keep this a secret, then I need an explanation.

Asia is 14 and she's a runaway.

No, I'm not. Me and mum, we have these spats,

and then I go away for a few days, she calms down and then I go back.

She's not bothered.

-Well, I think she is.

-No, she's not.

She doesn't even notice if I'm there half the time.

Too busy with Matt.

Who's Matt?

Look, you said you were going to help, but you're not.

Right, let's get you back into bed, shall we?

The wanderers return. We were worried about you.

-Ashe?

-Rigour?

-Yeah.

-Her temperature's through the roof.

-OK.

Rachel, can you get us one gram of IV paracetamol, please? Thank you.

-What's wrong?

-Nothing. Carry on, carry on.

-But why lie?

-I didn't, I really thought it was sprained!

No. This is just a ploy to get out of going to camp.

You've been moaning about it all week. So, what's the problem?

-Nothing!

-Well, then, I don't get it.

Why are you wasting our time like this?!

You might want to calm down, Nurse Fletcher.

We don't want to raise the blood pressure of our many elderly patients.

-Just talk to me, Evie.

-EVIE WINCES

-What's the matter with your back?

-Nothing. It's fine.

-No, it's not. Let me have a look.

-No!

How about I take a look, hm?

OK?

Why are you wearing a...?

Do you need to wear one?

Can we please not do this?

Yeah. I mean, I've got patients I...

Sorry, Evie, so have I.

You have haemophilia type B.

Which is why you've been bleeding more than the average person.

All those...

..all those nosebleeds I get...

..I thought...

..it's cos...

HE SIGHS

Oh, the thing is,

when I was younger...

..as well as the booze...

..there were drugs.

I am amazed it's taken you this long to end up here, given your lifestyle.

But this is actually a genetic condition.

It would have been passed down to you through your mother.

What about my kids?

They could be carriers, too.

Are you sure there's no-one you'd like us to contact?

No.

No, best not.

We need to remove everything today.

You are too complicated a patient to risk repeated surgery.

So we need intravenous injection of factor IX for Mr Westwood pre-op.

This will help your blood to clot normally during the procedure.

Excuse us.

Good spot. Well done.

-I'm glad Mr Westwood is in such capable hands up here.

-Mm.

I've spoken to Sacha, he's happy for the surgery to take place

in Darwin theatre with me overseeing you both.

It's a tricky procedure, better bring your A game.

-Always.

-Absolutely.

-Hm!

Just...just a minute.

Um...yeah. As soon as you can, to the Blythewood Sports Centre, please.

-Cheers.

-I take it you got to the bottom of Evie's problem?

Well, you've seen her X-ray, there's nothing wrong with her.

The daughter of a senior staff nurse

who knows better than to waste NHS time is desperate enough

to invent an injury so she can avoid a school trip

and you think there's nothing wrong?

It doesn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out

that it's probably linked to the fact that she's growing up, in every department.

You think I should cancel the trip?

No, but you might want to start by cancelling the cab.

-I'll talk to her.

-Do you want me to come and help with...?

No, no, you're needed here.

Morven said something about disappearing dentures.

-Oh, they're mine.

-Ah! Probably more your comfort zone.

Right, young lady, as there is nothing wrong with your wrist,

how would you like to have a go at suturing?

Ow!

OK.

Yeah, it's localised peritonitis.

Asia, the CT scan shows the obstruction

in your small bowel has been caused by Crohn's disease.

What is that?

It's an inflammatory disease in your intestine.

In addition to that, you have an abscess in your pelvis,

which is what's causing you this pain.

-Is there something you can do about it?

-Yeah, with surgery.

We need to drain the abscess.

How long will it take me to recover?

Well, without surgery, maybe a few weeks in hospital,

but with surgery, maybe only a few days.

Why don't we let Asia have some time to think about it?

-O-K.

-Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm going to have to tell Sacha your age.

-No! No, you can't!

-You can't help yourself, can you?

I knew you'd turn us over in the end, just like you did with my mum!

-That was Raf!

-You let it happen!

You weren't looking out for me,

-just like you're not looking out for Asia.

-I am!

She needs the surgery, and I know she's too young to consent!

Look, let me call your mum.

If she knew you were here, she'd be worried sick.

Not all mums do right by their kids!

Parks, leave it!

Right.

I will talk to Sacha about non-surgical options, on one condition.

You didn't call your mum earlier, did you?

So I want you to call her now.

And that is the deal, Parker. You can use my phone.

There's better reception downstairs.

I won't be long.

How many times have you been running off like this, Asia?

A few times.

I told you, my mum doesn't care.

Not since Matt came along.

He's the boyfriend?

They're getting married.

You're not a fan?

She thinks he's so perfect.

She hasn't got a clue about him.

And you do?

He's different...

..when she's not around.

Different?

How?

Applying the staple.

Removing the wedge.

Slowly.

Slowly.

There we are.

Surrounding tissue is in good condition, minimal bleeding.

-It's OK to close?

-Yeah.

Looking good. Taking notes, Mr Mayfield?

I'm always dazzled by Dr March's magic touch.

(Not just tumours you make disappear, is it?)

Start prepping for the laparotomy.

-Dr March?

-Yeah? Hm.

'You know how vital this surgery is.'

-I just can't imagine why you want to delay it.

-I can't tell you.

I just need you to trust me when I tell you I need more time to talk with her!

Essie, this is me. Whatever this is, you can tell me.

-I can't.

-Argh!

-You shouldn't be up, Asia.

What are you telling him?

Nothing, I promise.

You know, don't you? About Matt, what he does?

-No, I didn't tell him.

-Argh!

All right! Take it easy, take it easy.

Nice and steady, nice and steady.

OK, look at me, look at me.

-Where does it hurt?

-My stomach. All over.

Get me a trolley and prep theatre.

Sacha? She's only 14.

-How long have you known?

-I know I should've told you, but she wouldn't let me ring her mum...

OK, it's fine, it's fine. It's not relevant, she needs surgery.

Where's that trolley?!

The tumour is growing up from the renal vein.

Now I need to put a stitch in the IVC and take it flush.

Perhaps Dr March could assist.

-Can you follow me if I put a stitch in?

-I'll try my best.

Right.

-Well, you need to come closer.

-Hm.

You see, I don't bite.

Well, not unless I'm provoked.

What did you mean earlier?

Nothing!

You up for this?

-Oh, damn!

-It looks like a tear in the IVC!

-Do you need me to scrub in?

-Arterial clamps!

MACHINES BEEP

OK, bleeding stopped. Teflon pledget.

Good job.

Very good.

Try to go in a bit more cautiously with this next one.

Slowly wins the race.

So, why the reluctance to go on this trip?

I thought getting a bra would make them look bigger.

But the other day, I was getting changed for PE,

Suzie Mitchell, she's a smug cow who likes stirring it up,

she saw my bra and told everyone.

"You know, Evie's as flat as a pancake,

"but reckons they need support. Tragic!"

Now everyone thinks I'm a joke, and they're all going to be there.

And I suppose this girl's got the body of a Kardashian?

All sixth-form boys fancy her.

Oh, more fool them.

What about Cara Delevingne? Or Kate Moss? There's a hottie.

Flat as a pancake, hasn't stopped her being at the top of her game for years.

In any case, what you're wearing at the moment is just a bit too tight.

You need something that fits properly.

And don't worry, Mother Nature will take its course.

I was a late developer, as was Elinor.

Dad told me she died.

You must miss her loads.

I do, I do.

Yeah, it's just the little things, you know, um...

private jokes that only she understood,

texting to say good night, that sort of thing.

I text my mum sometimes, when I feel lonely.

I know she can't read them, but...

it helps, and I...I don't know why.

You must especially miss her at times like this.

Yeah. I can't really talk to Dad about this stuff.

You wouldn't want him taking you bra shopping, would you?

Are you kidding? That's something neither of us could deal with.

His face earlier!

Anyone would think I'd lifted your top to reveal a giant tattoo.

Hm. That would get his attention.

Now, don't you go getting any ideas.

Very good!

We'll have you performing laparoscopic appendectomies in no time.

I bet Suzie Mitchell couldn't do that.

The abscess is drained, but this is worse than I was expecting.

The abscess has tracked down into the pelvis,

but the bowel is stuck into the pelvis, as well.

Right, stop dissection, there's too much blood.

Thank you. Suction, please.

Essie? Suction.

You've got this, right, Sacha?

Are you not going to thank me for saving your arse in there?

You had a cheek last night, giving me a hard time about pills.

You've been taking quite the cocktail yourself.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-Oh, come on, Zosia.

We both know what kind of pills you've taken.

(You've been through my things!)

You ever heard the saying, all's fair in love and war?

Really rattled you in theatre, didn't I?

Does Ollie know you've aborted his child?

You can't tell him.

Please.

You stay out of my business

and I will happily stay out of yours.

Looks like the back wall of the abscess cavity has involved a pelvic vein.

Let's get rid of some of this blood. Bigger clip, please. Thank you.

-Parker! You can't be in here!

-What's happened to her?!

Is she going to die?!

Parker, Sacha's right, you can't help her like this.

Parker!

I'm sorry.

Is she going to be OK?

I don't know.

There are complications, but Sacha's doing everything he can.

I promised to look out for her.

Keep her safe.

I shouldn't have left her side.

If you hadn't made me call my mum...!

-Parker!

-Stay away from me!

Did you get it all out?

We did.

You'll be back on the tour bus before you know it.

Might I recommend that you take it easy with the groupies?

One step at a time.

Mr Westwood.

There's no reason why you shouldn't make a full recovery.

I'm sorry, darlin', I...

I don't know what's come...come over me.

Major surgery can take a strong emotional toll, and physical one.

-It's quite normal.

-Not for me, it ain't.

If you do have kids...

..I think you owe it to them to talk to them.

Be honest.

The people we love, that's the least they deserve, isn't it?

What if they get checked out, find out they've got the same thing?

What if they hate me for it?

Well, then...

..you just say you're sorry...

..and you hope they come around.

That's all we can hope for in the end.

FAINT SIREN

Are you going to tell me off about this?

Asia?

We used two units of blood.

And the rest of the operation went well, so she's in Recovery.

Hey, come on. It's good news.

You know, she's...she's going to be fine.

No thanks to me.

Listen, if you really don't want to go on this trip,

I'll get the cab driver to take you home.

No, it's OK. I want to go.

Sorry for messing up your day.

You could never do that.

-And about the other thing, I, um...

-Can we please not go there?

Auntie Serena's going to take me shopping.

Oh. Right. OK, well, er...

-Well, you don't really need me, then, do you?

-Of course I do.

-There you go.

-Thank you.

Have fun at camp, darling. Cheers, mate.

I should have told you Asia's age when I found out.

I put her life at risk.

I think the abscess would've ruptured anyway.

And what happens to her now?

We do our best to get her the help she needs.

And Parker?

He's hardly going to give me another shot, especially after today.

-Why not?

-He hates me.

No matter how many times Rachel and I fall out...

..how many bust-ups we have...

..even what they're about, when the chips are down,

she knows I would drop anything to be there for her.

Because that's what parenting is.

Parker knows that, too.

But I'm not his mum, am I?

Well, you're the closest thing he's got to one right now.

Which is my loss...

..and hopefully Parker's gain.

Now...isn't he worth fighting for?

How are you feeling?

Been better.

The painkillers should kick in soon.

Asia...what you said earlier, before you collapsed...

..about your mum's fiance, Matt.

Is that why you agreed to the pregnancy test?

Because of him?

How long's he been doing this?

A few months.

You don't have to tell me anything, but...

..there are people that can help.

He said no-one would believe me.

Well, I do. And your mum will, too.

Whatever you think your mum will say or do...

..doesn't she deserve a chance to be there for you?

-If she knew...

-She'll blame me.

No, she won't.

Don't underestimate a mother's love for her child.

I'm sure she would do anything for you.

Just think about it, OK?

Thanks, Felicia.

Are you OK?

You knew, didn't you, about Matt and what he was doing?

It was the other way around.

We were looking out for each other.

Hm! All the same, it was a very lovely thing to do...

..and I'm proud of you.

What's going to happen to her now, then?

We'll give her time to decide what she wants to do,

and if she can't go home,

then we'll have to contact Social Services. There's no choice.

Look where running's got her.

Right now, what she could use is a friend.

Go on.

She'll probably want to tell you herself.

You couldn't help yourself, could you?

Whatever he said, you need to know that I had my reasons.

I was just telling Ollie how well surgery went

and what a great team we made in the end.

Look, I'll, er...leave you to it.

Had your reasons for what?

I was pregnant.

But I'm not any more.

I had a termination.

When?

I-I took the second pill yesterday.

-I knew I didn't want to have a child and I thought if I told you...

-What?

That I'd force you to go through with it, make you...

..have a baby that you didn't want?

No, I just didn't want to go around in circles debating it, Ollie.

So, you told Dom and not me?

-I didn't think he'd tell Isaac!

-Just as well he did, otherwise I'd never have known, would I?

-When WERE you going to tell me?

-It's my decision, Ollie!

Yes, I know that, Zosia!

I'm not upset about the abortion.

Yes, I would like to have had kids one day, with you, I thought.

But I would have supported you whatever you wanted.

It's just that you...

..you did this behind my back

and then you carried on like nothing had happened.

Ollie, I'm so sorry.

DOOR SLAMS SHUT

You've got to get out of here fast.

I can't be doing any of those freegan raids on my own.

Might be a while before I'm up to that.

Well, I can wait.

Me and you against the world, eh?

I'll be there for you, whatever happens.

No-one's going to stop me.

The thing is, I think I'm going to ring my mum.

Maybe she'll hate me, but...

No. I get it.

You need her.

Stay in touch, though, yeah?

Someone needs to look after you.

Ah, there you are.

Your social worker's on the phone.

I called.

You were right. It's time to stop running.

I'll see you.

Oh. Sorry, I didn't know you were in here.

No, no, no, no, no, I'm not. Morven is really deep in a Game of Thrones box set

and I just, you know, didn't want to spend another night watching it, so...

-You on a double?

-Hm?

Er...er...no.

-Trouble in paradise?

-Something like that.

Come on, pull up a pillow.

We can be tragic losers together.

Oh, this is not my first rodeo.

Oh, Mr Valentine!

Say when.

A-huh. When.

Ooo! Brilliant. Thanks.

Cheers!

Please, just call me back when you can.

Hey.

-Zosh?

-You couldn't just lie?

Oh, I...I...I tried!

It's like he knows when I'm covering up.

You know what? You two deserve each other.

You better work things out with him

because from now on, you're on your own.

I thought you'd already gone.

Social worker's got a foster home lined up.

-Right.

-But...I asked if I could stay with you.

And she said it's OK.

Right.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

OK.

LIFT: Doors opening. Lift going down.

Let's go home.

You can order pizza.

Can I now?

I've been eating garbage,

the least you can do is shout me a Hawaiian.

Oh, come on, you know I can't stand pineapple on pizza.