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(CLOCK RADIO PLAYS)

MAN: (OVER RADIO) Tragedy was avoided in Jakarta last night.

An employer found the bomb in the basement of the busy restaurant.

Authorities were able to quickly dismantle the device.

Thankfully, no-one was injured.

There's been an explosion at a plastics factory in the city's north.

Rescue workers are at the scene and preparing for multiple casualties...

Zach, time to get up.

In music news, the Battle of the Bands continues...

(SIRENS WAIL)

Theo. Theo's still in there. They'll find him. They'll find him.

JO: Sats 88%. BP's 140 on 90.

Heart rate's 100.

MIKE: Decreased breathing sounds bilaterally.

Let's get him on some high-flow oxygen.

You think he inhaled toxins?

Oh, more likely haemothorax.

Or a lung contusion.

We need X-rays to confirm.

(SPLUTTERS) Brian, don't try to talk.

Just relax. Concentrate on your breathing, alright?

How is he?

STEVE: Come and sit down.

Let them work.

Are you OK if I go back in? Yep.

I was at the front door.

The explosion was further in.

Your chest sounds are good.

You were thrown backwards. Yeah, hardly at all.

Does that feel tender?

Nah.

Well, you seem alright. I'll take your obs again in 20 minutes.

Good. Please get back in there and find Theo.

Are you the boss?

Yeah. Tim Patterson.

Right. Were Brian and Theo the only guys in the building today?

The only ones I saw. The day hadn't started.

How many work for you, all up?

Six.

Oh, please don't tell me they all started early.

(SPLUTTERS) Leave that on.

Sally. She's in there too?

Let's get him moving.

(ELECTRICAL CRACKLING)

Jo. Hey.

Any sign of Theo? Nothing.

There might be a girl in here as well.

Well, we've searched outside the building.

Haven't heard a thing.

You reckon the gas fire oven blew? Yeah, nothing surer.

(COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Hello? WOMAN: (COUGHS) I can't move!

It's alright. Don't move. We'll come to you.

(COUGHS) (GROANS)

Be careful!

(COUGHS)

You must be Sally, right?

How do you know? Your workmates told us.

Are they OK?

They're being looked after.

Hey.

Hi.

I'm Jo. This is Troy. Hey.

We're gonna get you out of here, OK?

Thank you.

First patient's travelling now. Probable lung contusion.

FRANK: How many are we expecting?

Oh, at least two. Could be more. It's hard to tell right now.

Steve's travelling in with a patient. He's gonna pick up some supplies.

Alright. What does he want?

Trauma pads, IV lines and fluids. ET tubes.

Yep, OK. Got it.

Good. They should be with you in less than 20.

OK. We'll be ready.

Make sure this is prepared. Sure.

You're in Resus.

Right.

How's the waiting room? Filled with patients.

Clear as many beds as possible before the casualties get here.

Hey, no, no, no! Don't tie him up. I want you in Resus.

Er, I'm in there.

You think this is going to be a one-person job today?

No. I'll make sure Resus is prepped.

OK. Morning.

You stick to me like glue. What's going on?

It's gonna be a bugger of a day.

Thanks for last night.

What?

For dinner.

It was great.

You know, you got me feeling better about Mum and everything.

I owe you.

Forget it.

STEVE: Brian Cavanagh. 48 years old.

02 sats are 90%.

Resps have increased. Lips cyanosed. BP is 130 over 90.

Hi, Mr Cavanagh. We'll take care of you.

(RYAN COUGHS)

Coughing up blood en route. Decreased breath sounds.

Audible wheeze.

Let's prep for a log roll, please.

Nice and gentle.

On three. One, two, three.

Transfer on three.

One, two, three.

Full bloods for crossmatch. Yep.

(WHEEZES, COUGHS)

Chest X-ray immediately.

CLAIRE: Your supplies. Thank you.

Take it easy, mate. They've found Sally.

(COUGHS) Wait. Wait!

Put that mask back on him.

Nice slow breaths, mate.

Follow me. Ready?

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

Charlotte, nebuliser?

Yes, please. Thank you. Yep.

(COUGHS)

Oh, thank God! Thank God! Are you OK?

Yes.

Is she? Just let us examine her, hey?

(COUGHS) Sorry.

This is Sally. Sharp abdominal pain in her left upper quadrant.

I've given her morphine. 2.5mg.

Hi, Sally. My name's Mike Vlasek.

Hi. I'm sorry to be annoying.

Hey. You didn't ask to get blown up.

I'm just going to examine you and you tell me if it hurts, alright?

OK.

What were you lot doing here so early?

We wanted to get the Brisbane shipment out.

It's not due till Friday.

I know, but we wanted to surprise you. (MOANS)

Right there. OK.

Let's get her going. (GROANS)

Sally, Bree's gonna take you to hospital now.

We'll do some X-rays and see what's going on, alright?

OK.

Have... Are the guys already there?

Um, Brian is. We're still looking for Theo.

But what about Smithy?

What? Smithy's in there too? Yeah.

So, there are two people not accounted for?

Oh, Jesus.

(SOBS) Oh, no!

OK, Brian, I need you to breathe into this for me

as hard as you're comfortable with, alright?

It'll test your lung function.

Whenever you're ready. Don't overdo it, mate.

Nice one. You can relax now.

His peak flow's only 180.

(GROANS) X-ray shouldn't be much longer.

They'll only tell us what we already know -

he has blast lung injury and needs to be intubated.

His lungs are shredded, Adam.

We go in blind, we could snap the one thread holding it all together.

Well, it's a risk - but so is waiting and doing nothing.

You're right. His respiration could pack up at any second.

Although he has gotten this far, which is a good sign.

Did we just swap sides?

How are his obs?

Er, sats are 90%. BP's still the same.

He's still pale and cyanotic.

We stay conservative for now.

Keep pushing through his fluids. Careful not to overload.

Just watch him every second.

You got it.

(SPLUTTERS)

She won't be alone.

How's Brian? Struggling.

JO: (OVER RADIO) You there, Mike? Go ahead.

We need a surgical assessment as soon as you can.

Who is it? Have you got an ID?

Nah. He's conscious.

I'll fill you in when you get here. I'm on my way.

Well, he's conscious. That's good news.

We should get you to hospital.

I'm not going anywhere.

Cheers.

Mike.

Hey.

Cheers.

Are you the new sandwich girl?

No. I'm Jo.

I'm a paramedic. Remember?

Oh. I was getting bored of the other lot.

No obvious head injury

but it's safe to assume he's lost consciousness.

Pupils reacting to light.

Hi. My name's Mike. Do you know where you are?

They used to make an awesome focaccia.

(SHIVERS) What's your name?

With capsicum, salami, feta cheese...cucumber.

Can you squeeze my hand for me? Give it a squeeze like that, yeah?

OK. Good.

What do you reckon? Safe to move him?

Yeah, as long as we keep some pressure around this one here.

We can't get a hard collar on him with all this shrapnel.

Got any sandbags, Troy?

Yeah. Sure.

OK, well, we will move him but we'll have to be careful.

Just do a little listen here.

(MOANS)

It's alright, mate. We're gonna get you out of here.

Are you in any pain?

I should do my work.

Why am I lying down?

Right, nice and easy, boys.

Step over.

Did you hear that? What?

I don't know. It's... One, two, three. Up.

Theo!

You're a sight for sore eyes, mate.

It's not lunchtime. What's happening?

He's disoriented.

It's not good, is it? It's too soon to tell.

What's going on? Hey. Theo.

Theo. You remember me?

Should I?

He's not retaining any new information.

Let's just get trauma pads on the worst of these

and get him out of here, huh?

OK.

I definitely heard something back there. I'm going back in.

I'm right behind you, Mike.

So, the bleeding's stopped. Can we get some more trauma pads on here?

Are you OK without me? Sure.

What's happening?

They found Smithy.

You see the typical butterfly shape of the blast lung injury?

Even his trachea's torn.

What do you want to do?

He needs to be intubated, but not without a bronchoscopy.

OK. I'll set it up.

I would rather not touch this one.

Why?

The hospital intensivist needs to take over.

Guys, is there any news about the others? He's very anxious.

I'll talk to him.

Can you get the senior ICU doctor and tell him

to come and do a bronchoscopy and difficult intubation?

Tell him it's a blast lung injury.

Sure can.

(SPLUTTERS) I need to know about my friends.

I'm sorry. We don't have any information about them at this stage.

I know this is tough.

You X-rays show you have serious damage to your lungs.

The blast wave caused tearing and haemorrhaging.

A lot of the air you're taking in is escaping.

That's why you feel like you're not getting enough.

Alright.

So we're going to put you on a ventilator,

and it does the breathing for you while your lungs repair, OK?

No, it's best to keep that on.

Can you fix me? (SPLUTTERS)

A specialist is coming down to do a bronchoscopy.

He'll insert a camera down your windpipe to look at any damage

before inserting a breathing tube.

Risky?

There is an element of risk.

But it is the best course of action for your injury.

Why is he still here?

The explosion delayed things.

He could have a bleed on the brain.

Yeah, and you could have internal injuries.

We need to get him out of here - now.

You're nursing your right side. It's just a bump. I'll be fine.

Come and sit down. There's still someone in there.

I definitely heard something.

Mike, at least just let me rinse your eyes, OK?

I need to get back in there. The rescuers will find him.

You come and sit down.

Just sit down here.

You've clocked off for today, alright?

Steve...

How's your hearing, Mike?

Oh, there's a bit of ringing.

That's just the...blast.

Why?

IV, Hartmann's commenced.

We've given her 2.5mg of morphine with good effect.

Right, so, FAST fired up? Yep.

BP's dropping.

Hi, Sally. I'm Amy. Hi.

How are you feeling? Really good, thanks.

How's Brian?

On my three. One, two, three.

We're taking care of him. That's a non-answer.

(COUGHS) Go to the spleen.

(MOANS)

(MUTTERS)

Sally, can you tell me what happened to you today?

Do you need me? (WHIMPERS)

Er, yeah. FBCs, UECs and that's it.

Sal?

Still dropping. 80 over 45.

Pulse is erratic and thready.

Bye, Sally. Good luck, darling.

Thanks, Bree.

(MOANS)

Hurry up. (PANTS)

Was it the oven?

Pardon?

That exploded. Was it the oven? Oh, I don't know.

Come on. Try and stay awake. (GASPS)

There it is. There's free fluid in the abdomen.

Mmm. Sally...you've damaged your spleen in the blast.

So you'll need some surgery.

Can you push through some O neg?

Hold on, girl. Hold on.

Where's the intensivist?

He's been made aware of the situation.

I thought Brian might like an update on his workmates.

Yeah.

They've all been taken from the building

and they're all being looked after, except for Smithy.

(PANTS) Right. Oh. How long...

(RAPID BEEPING)

It's OK. They've found the others, they'll find him.

(COUGHS AND STRUGGLES FOR BREATH) BP's dropping. Hypoxia?

Just slow breaths. (COUGHS AND SPLUTTERS)

Slow breaths, mate. Crackles.

Air embolism? Let's hope not.

(COUGHS AND GASPS)

Brian, we're just gonna get you on your side.

(COUGHS) He needs a central line.

OK. You're gonna be OK.

Pressure's just built up in your lungs.

We can release it, alright? Hey, sats are increasing.

Hang on.

(PANTS)

BP's holding.

(SIGHS) Alright.

Brian, nice slow steady breaths.

That's the way.

That's the way.

Get that intensivist.

And, Adam...

..easy on the updates from now on, OK?

Taylor should know we're flat out.

This better be good.

What? He's on the phone.

What's he doing on the bloody phone?

Why don't you ask him yourself?

What?

We've had another explosion here.

Oh. Anyone injured?

Well, there was a worker still inside...

..and Mike copped it.

Copped it how?

Suspected ear perforation

and I'm worried about internal injuries.

Right. Are you sending him in? Yeah.

Look, he wants to see you and only you.

He'll get what he's bloody given.

Just hurry up.

You know, there's another ambulance right there.

We're gonna need that one for the last casualty.

Well you're a casualty too, Mike.

Yeah, yeah.

He wants to ride up front.

Let him. (SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

OK, Frank's expecting you, alright?

Right. Let's go.

(SIREN WAILS)

Thanks.

How are you feeling?

Never better.

You're coming with me, to my office.

On my three. One, two, three.

(GROANS)

(MOANS) Theo, do you know where you are?

What's going on?

You're in hospital. We're gonna take care of you.

(GRUNTS AND PANTS)

Can you take this one? Sure.

What's your priority?

Patient's neuro status. Good.

(WHIMPERS)

Alright, can you squeeze my hands?

(WHIMPERS) Great stuff.

Where am I?

What's happening?

You've been in an accident at work.

We're helping you. Just try to stay calm.

I don't know you. What's happening?!

(GROANS) It hurts.

It hurts! Pain relief?

Uh, yeah. Morphine.

But he might have a head injury.

Of course. No, not morphine.

Well, then, what? Paracetamol?

Doctor?! (GROANS)

Doctor, what do you want me to do? Uh, paracetamol, yes, do that.

Right.

Interesting interpretation of discretion.

What do you call all this? This is called Von.

Come on, the ED's full. I haven't got time to muck around.

Oh, get off your high horse. You should bloody talk.

Ego too big to fit in the back of an ambulance?

Shut up, Frank.

If you do have internal injuries,

your stupid pride's just gonna make matters worse.

Look straight ahead.

Just tell me what you can see in there.

There's too much blood and muck. I can't see properly.

How is it for you? Is it ringing? Echoey? Any pain?

It's fine.

If you don't wanna cooperate, I'll get you an ENT consult.

I don't need one of those. You two finished?

I'll rinse the ear.

Just take some blood for a kidney function test,

I'll be right.

That's a good idea. (GRUNTS)

Ooh. You OK?

Yeah. I'm fine! Stop fussing.

(SIGHS)

Hey.

Oh, hi. This is Tim Patterson, 33.

G'day, Tim.

He was involved in the factory blast.

His obs at the site were stable and no other signs of injury.

OK, sure. Listen, we are all full up at the moment.

Can I just prop you up over here for a while?

I'll look after him. Thanks. Shouldn't be too long.

Hey, can I see my people?

Do I still have people? Yes. Yep.

There's no change in the men.

Sally is stable but she's been booked for surgery.

I'll have a chat to a doctor

about letting you see her before she goes to theatre.

I'd appreciate that.

Get me out of here! What's going on?

What's going on?

It's OK. It's OK.

Who are you?!

What's...what's happening?

You've been in an accident at work. You're at All Saints Hospital.

I'm Claire. This is Elliott, your doctor.

We're helping you. You're safe.

How's the pain? Has the paracetamol helped at all?

(SOBS) It still hurts.

(WHISTLES)

What are you doing?

Um, we...we need to rule out a bleed on the brain.

He needs an MRI. We should send him for one now.

His body's full of metal.

Right. The MRI magnet will rip the metal out of his body.

We should remove it first.

Well, that would be very painful with only paracetamol.

Well, give him some morphine. 2.5mg.

Oh, we can't do that until we've ruled out the bleed.

Well, he qualifies for a CT or an X-ray.

I can't see him staying still for either.

The pictures will be useless.

So we'll get the shrapnel out first.

If he's got a bleed on the brain, the time delay is an issue.

His obs are fine, right?

I mean, his GCS is 13, his pupils were equal and reactive.

There's nothing to indicate a brain dysfunction.

Apart from his memory loss and confusion.

That could be traumatic amnesia. Possibly.

If it is a bleed and we wait, he is screwed.

And so am I.

I'm not qualified. I'm gonna get another doctor.

How are you feeling?

Good.

A bit tired.

As soon as a theatre's ready, we're gonna take you up.

Will they take out my spleen? Only if they can't fix the damage.

(SIGHS)

Hey, even if the surgeon does take out the spleen,

you can still have a normal life without it.

Yeah, your liver and your lymphatic system take over.

You have to watch out for infections but that's about it.

OK.

Uh, BP's 100 over 50, sats 98, pulse 68.

But last time it was BP 95 over 50, sats 95 and pulse 80.

(LAUGHS) That's amazing. What a memory.

Mmm.

Not that amazing.

I can't read or write.

I'm dyslexic.

The full-on real deal, so...

I couldn't even pass Year 10.

There's all kinds of intelligence.

Yeah, well, that's what my boss says to make me feel better.

Well, he obviously values you.

He's a real dummy for thinking he could count on me.

My name...is Theo.

And you're...

You're...

Claire. Claire.

Claire.

Tell me what you did last weekend.

(SIGHS)

Went to the beach.

Good.

Yeah, how about yesterday?

Nothing.

There's...there's nothing.

No-one's free to supervise.

Really?

Sorry for the delay.

Who are you?

Elliott.

Your doctor.

You've told me that before, haven't you?

Yeah. Yeah?

What happened to my head?

We're hoping that's temporary.

We'll remove the shrapnel, get you more comfortable,

and then we'll do an MRI, see what's going on.

He can have more paracetamol.

You'll be OK. We'll get you through this.

So how long's it gonna be? A while. It's critical.

He's deteriorating. His resps are down.

His oxygen sats are dropping. What are we doing?

We've lost our intensivist.

So we can't intubate?

What about a tracheotomy? Different way in, same problem.

So you do it. You're qualified.

You don't seem to understand the degree of difficulty here.

Yes, I do. But I know what you're capable of.

You can do this.

Not on my own, I can't.

So what am I? Just a pretty face?

Organise sedation.

Time of death - 10:15am.

Didn't even know his real name.

Can't exactly put 'Smithy' on the death certificate.

Here.

Barnaby Smith.

Sorry, Barnaby.

Do you think that's everyone?

Yeah, all the staff are accounted for,

but we'll just do a final sweep just in case.

Mike was a lucky man.

Few steps closer to that building, and...

Wouldn't call him lucky.

If his kidney's damaged, he's screwed.

It's not the end of the world. It is when you've only got one.

How come?

Hi son needed a transplant a few years ago.

Mike donated.

Hong on - Mike's got a son?

Why would he not mention that?

He's a dark horse.

OK, I'll try and get these rushed through.

Thanks.

Alright, let's have another look.

What can you see?

Hmm...

Nah, it's too full of gunk.

After Von's been in there? Don't think so.

I've got tinnitus, I've got pain,

I've got ringing and the eardrum's shot.

Wouldn't be surprised if the kidney's gone too.

My God. You've gone from "I'm fine" to "I'm finished" pretty quick.

Look, if this is serious, it's very bloody serious.

Righto. I take it you've considered the implications.

With my history of drug dependence, it's unlikely I'll get a transplant.

And I'm buggered if I'm gonna be on dialysis for the rest of my life.

It automatically puts me out of the MRU.

Why are you so... What? Honest?

..bleak?

There's an elephant in the room

and I haven't got the energy to pretend there isn't.

Fair enough.

So...just tell me. What do you see?

Well, your eardrum is damaged. I just can't see how much.

Right.

And as for your kidney, Pathology will let us know about that.

So until then, try not to brood on what might be.

I've got to get back to the real patients.

Nearly there. After this bit, the worst's over.

ELLIOTT: Pressure!

It hurts.

What pain relief has he had? Paracetamol.

Allergic to morphine? No.

Well, then...

Um, morphine would mask potential deterioration

in his neurological state.

Why would you be worried about that?

You've ruled out a bleed on the brain?

We couldn't do an MRI without taking care of the shrapnel first.

Can I have a word, Doctor?

Why didn't you get a CT instead? That would reveal a subdural haematoma.

I thought he was too agitated to make that viable.

He has obvious neurological issues

which you said you were going to prioritise.

His obs are normal.

I mean, GCS is 13, his pupils are equal and reactive to light.

Get your bloody eyes off the chart and look at the patient!

Observe his behaviour.

His confusion could be traumatic amnesia.

He hasn't got a clue what's going on and you're satisfied with "could be"?

Get me absolutes. Now! Yeah.

Shit.

There's more damage than I realised.

ADAM: Can I have a look?

Sure.

It's amazing he survived at all.

There's a real trouble spot here.

Now that you know what we're up against, are you happy to intubate?

Given the condition of his airway,

'happy' isn't exactly the word I'd use, but we have no choice.

How's his sedation?

Yeah, he's fine.

OK. Ready?

Yep.

Perfect.

OK.

Withdrawing bronchoscope.

Slowly.

Alright. Let's hook him up.

(SIGHS)

Yay.

Group hug?

He's not out of the woods yet. Just increase that pressure slowly.

You should've apologised for yesterday.

I thought I did.

This quiet time before you go up to surgery is nerve-racking, I know.

I'm not nervous.

I'm not.

The day catching up with you, then?

Theatre ready? Almost.

You up for a visitor? Who?

Tim.

Oh, great. Um, bring him in.

We have to make it quick.

Sally, I'm so sorry.

What for?

You're all banged up, and... Brian and Theo...

It wasn't your fault.

It's my job to keep you all safe, and I let things go and...

..now Smithy...

What happened to him?

He died!

Wh-what?!

There was a second explosion.

But...

But what about his boys?!

I'm sorry, Sally. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything.

It's all my fault!

No, no, no. Come on. It's not. You need to stay nice and calm.

I couldn't read the guidelines!

I didn't know it was overheating!

Hey, it wasn't your job.

(CRIES) I'm such an idiot!

Hey, it was a freak accident.

No!

I killed Smithy!

I hope I die in surgery!

Sats are good and BP's holding well.

Did, uh...did I do something to piss you off?

What? No.

Is it because of last night? Did I overstep the mark by dropping round?

No. I don't know what you're talking about. I'm fine.

Come on. Something's up. I can tell.

It's, um...

It's my issue. Nothing to do with you.

You sure? Yes.

Sorry. My door is always open.

If you need to talk, about anything...

Could you tell ICU we're travelling him now?

OK.

So Adam was at your house last night?

Just for a little while.

That's nice. He's nice.

Bit more pressure.

Yep. Sure.

Need you to sit down.

I'm fine.

She was at work early for me.

They all were. And look what they get for their loyalty.

She thinks highly of you. You're a really good boss.

No. I'm a good mate.

My father was a good boss.

"You can't be both," he told me. "Not if you want success."

Are you alright?

He shouldn't have given me the business. I'm not a leader.

I need to take your blood pressure, so just...just give me two seconds.

Tim.

Theo!

What are you doing here?

Not hurt, are you? I'm alright, mate.

I'm more worried about you.

What happened this morning?

I keep trying to remember but it's not there.

Theo's having some memory problems.

It's all jumbled and weird.

We need to get you back onto monitoring.

OK.

See you later.

You take care, mate.

Has someone looked at you?

Yeah, I'm just about to take his blood pressure.

Come on, sit down.

I feel like I'm gonna be sick. Really?

OK, um, just...just...wait.

Wait.

There's no bleed. Mm-hm.

You're relieved for yourself or the patient?

Both.

You can start him on morphine. 2.5mg IV.

I'm just glad that I was right.

Right? How?

Well, it must be traumatic amnesia.

No, you were wrong.

To assume.

You never take the line of least resistance,

particularly with brain injuries.

Should've followed the patient's lead, not the obs.

Right. And a diagnosis of traumatic amnesia is no small thing.

I know. I know it can be permanent.

So your job now is to jog his memory.

Right.

Remember - watch the patient. Follow his lead.

Yep.

How's it going?

Hello.

Oh. Von.

Don't get up.

God. Not on my account.

Got any news from the factory?

Uh...

Steve and Jo. They're on their way in.

You know they're gonna want to see you.

Yeah. Can you just...tell them I'll catch up with them later?

Are they bringing in the last casualty?

He didn't make it.

The investigators are in there now.

Apparently the second blast was caused by dust in the air.

So, anything I can get you?

No. Nothing.

Well, lucky you. Frank will be here soon.

He's fine. But no visitors.

What - not even us? Not even you.

Told you.

BREE: Can I get some help here?

What happened? His fever suddenly spiked.

BP's 80 on 60. None of the E.D. doctors are free to look at him.

How often have you been taking his obs?

Every 30 minutes. He was fine up until now.

It's distended.

It wasn't this morning, was it?

No.

Can I have a bed, please? Yep.

Oh, can you hold that?

Tell theatre we'll be sending up a delayed-onset perforated bowel.

Your name is...

Oh, shit.

Claire.

Right.

Do you remember my name?

No. Elliott.

I had an accident at work?

I should've gone with Tim when he told us to take a break.

Do you remember him being there? Yeah, I do.

And what were you doing when you saw him?

Working...I guess.

But I can remember him telling me to go, like he was mad at me.

But you were busy working. What were you doing?

Making a mould?

Sounds right.

Can you picture it?

Tim came in.

Go on.

He was surprised to see me but not happy about it.

Do you know where you were standing?

I went surfing last week.

Don't let it go.

You're still in the factory, and Tim was surprised to see you.

What happened then?

"Get out," he said.

He was standing in the doorway...

You...know why he wanted you out?

Then I guess it blew.

I heard sirens.

Arggh! Cannulate.

5mg morphine IV. Let's commence fluids.

Theatre's ready.

Right, we need to stabilise him first.

(GASPS) It's bad, isn't it?

We're doing everything we can, but you'll be in surgery really soon.

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

You've got a battle in front of you, mate, but people do recover.

If I don't make it, you have to tell Sally something.

Try and stay positive.

She didn't do anything wrong.

I did.

I needed the insurance money.

They weren't supposed to be there.

I didn't know that they were there! (MONITOR BEEPS)

I was broke.

I didn't see any other way.

How many fingers am I holding up? Two.

And do you know where you are? In the hospital.

There was an explosion at work.

Do you know that because somebody told you, or because you remember?

I remember.

How many fingers did I hold up before?

Two. Good. Good.

You're doing well.

And now for the patient?

Now that his memory is coming back,

so will the emotions that go with them.

Mike's results. Oh.

And?

Er...um...

I'll organise a counsellor.

Um...he should stay overnight for observation.

All going well, he can go home tomorrow.

Mmm.

The approval was good while it lasted.

If I'm not yelling, I approve.

Ah. Feeling better?

You got the report?

Renal function's normal.

But you're still badly bruised.

But my kidney's OK.

Well, yes, but it'll take several weeks for you...

Listen, you can dismiss me, but it's still going on my report.

Why? That'd force me to take time off.

And your ENT specialist won't clear you for work either.

Then I won't see one.

Your eardrum could be perforated!

Could be. Probably isn't.

Even if it's not, it's gonna take time to clear up.

You'll have balance problems and nausea.

Thanks, Frank.

You're deaf in one ear!

You are not fit to work.

I'll be the judge of that.

What about the elephant in the room?

Turns out it was only you.

(SIGHS)

I'll travel with him.

Keep fighting, Tim, OK? You'll be alright.

You'll let us know when he's up?

Will do. Thanks.

JO: Mike.

How are you?

What's the story with him? Perforated bowel.

Delayed onset. Showed no signs at the scene.

He's lucky he got this far. Most don't make it to surgery.

Well, if he does make it, I don't think he'll count himself lucky.

He sabotaged the factory for insurance.

You're kidding. Nup.

Planned the explosion for first thing this morning.

Didn't expect his employees to come in early.

How did you find out about this?

He made a deathbed confession.

What about you?

I'm fine.

No worries, huh?

Well, time will tell.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

ADAM: Brian's all settled in.

The ICU team asked me to send down a congratulations

on an intubation well done.

Thank you.

We should go for a drink to celebrate.

Oh. Um...

I've got this paperwork. You know...

Sorry.

OK. Maybe next time.

See you, Gabrielle.

Bye, Adam.

Those papers are in your outbox.

They are not. Yes, they are.

What happened last night? Nothing! It was just dinner.

You've been acting weird around him all day.

OK.

I just had a very odd dream about him this morning.

What sort of dream?

Oh...one of THOSE dreams.

It's stupid. It's so stupid.

I'm just gonna shake it off,

and everything is gonna get back to normal.

Can we let it go, please? Yes. Absolutely.

Are you attracted to him? Gabrielle.

I doesn't matter if you are. I'm his boss!

So what? There are bigger challenges in life.

Yeah. Like finding myself alone and with a baby.

That was the upshot of my last workplace affair

so you'll...forgive me...

..if I learn from my experience.

Yeah, right.

No, look...fair enough. Your call. Eh?