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SIREN WAILS

So you think
she could've been drinking?

I don't know, but she's not
all there, if you know what I mean.

OK. Thanks, Mr Patterson.

You alright there?

Hugo.
How's it going?

Good, mate. What's the story?

A four-wheel drive
backed into a pedestrian.

Motel manager got the driver out
and moved the car.

Bloody tanks in the city.

Uh, driver's over there.
She's got an egg on her forehead.

I've got her.
And call for backup.

Yep. 783.

Ambulance service coming through.

Come on, guys, out of the way.
Let him through.

(Woman sobs loudly)

Hi, I'm Heath.

I'm from the Ambulance Service.

Please! The pain!

Got something for that.

Yeah, this'll take the edge off.

Just breathe in.

Can you tell me how this happened?
I couldn't get out of the way.

It came straight for me.

The motel manager said
it looked deliberate.

ERICA: Rapid onset of nausea
and fever.

Very sweaty. Temperature's 38.3.

Heart rate's 98
and hypertensive at 140 on 90.

Jayden, did you know
you had high blood pressure?

No.
And you're 17.

Nearly 18.
Did the school bring him in?

No.
No, he caught a taxi.

His parents are away.
Ah, home alone, hey?

Any wild parties?
I wish.

When did you start to feel ill?
Oh, about an hour...

Whoa!

Thanks. You OK?

OK, you get him settled
and I'll be right with you.

Ah, Frank.

Heads of department finance meeting.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yep? Have you finished the budget?
On your desk.

Say hi to Bart for me.

Well, it is where you're going,
isn't it?

How are you feeling, old mate?

Better all the time.

Look.

(Sighs) Dr Hughes says
it's a big improvement.

So maybe there won't be
any neuro deficit after all.

Well, that's good news, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

Has anyone checked those dressings
this morning?

Not yet.
OK, I'd better take a look.

Well, I think that drain's
about ready to come out.

Oh, that'd be good.

Are you doing my job for me again,
Frank?

He's still hypertensive
and tachycardiac.

OK. Well, let's have a look
at the drain.

Yeah, that's good.
That's ready to come out.

Sounds like progress.
Otherwise, are you OK?

Bart? Are you in any pain?

It's the leg, but...
that's to be expected, right?

Well...yeah, it is.

I'll just have a quick word
with Vincent, Bart.

Is there something wrong,
Dr Campion?

No, there are one or two
other patients

we like to discuss from time to time.

Yes, of course you do.

Have you seen how many times
he's hit his PCA for pain relief

for only five successful
hits of morphine?

He's in a whole lot more pain
than he's letting on.

Yeah, so why don't we switch him
from morphine to fentanyl?

See if that makes any difference.
Rightio.

Make sure he's dosed up
before you touch that drain, eh?

OK, Bart. I'm just going to organise
some more pain relief for you.

And then we'll get that drain out.

And you don't remember
hitting anyone, Rita?

I hit someone? Are they alright?

Rita, sit down.
Come on, sit down. Relax.

They're in very good hands.

Now. Can you tell me what day it is?

Um...Monday.
Close. It's Tuesday.

Did you lose consciousness at all?

I'm just going to shine a light
in your eyes.

Did you injure yourself
anywhere else?

No.
Put this back for me.

Rita, I'll be right back. I'm just
going to check with my partner, OK?

What's the damage, soldier?

Ashley needs to get to hospital
as soon as possible.

OK. I'll get an ETA
on that backup arriving.

How's the pain now?
Bit better.

My leg's going to be alright,
isn't it?

I mean, I'm not going to have
ugly-looking scars, am I?

Ugly? On you? not likely.

But I am going to have to relieve
the pressure on the leg,

which means having to get it
into a splint.

You have to move it? No, please.
We don't have a choice, OK?

I'll be as gentle as I can, but
I'm going to have to pull the bone.

It's going to hurt.

(Breathes heavily) OK.

Man, I didn't think there
was anything else left to chuck.

We'll give you something
for the nausea, Jayden.

Do you know if you're allergic
to anything?

Besides homework and study? No.

Here. It will help with the taste.

Do you know
when the sweating started?

Uh, about an hour ago, I guess.

Yeah? I just need to listen
to your chest.

I want you to take a deep breath in.

And out.

And another one.

Now, can I get you
to lift your gown for me?

I just need to feel your abdomen.

What's wrong?

I can get a male doctor
to examine you if you prefer...

No, it's just...

Yeah, got a few scars there, huh?
How'd you get them?

Hey, you can tell us.
We're here to help, remember?

Well, I got this one when I was 10.

Edge of a table.

Burnt myself here
about the same time.

And a branch of a tree
snagged me here.

It's a lot of accidents.

You probably think
I'm a complete drop kick, don't you?

No, we don't think that at all.

My brother used to be like that
when he was a kid.

Accident-prone.

It's cool now.

I haven't done any damage
in the last couple of years.

Jayden, do you have a contact number
for your parents?

No, I don't want you calling them.

(Clears throat)
Sorry, it's just they're away.

And they've really been
looking forward to this holiday.

And I don't want to hassle them.

Well, we'll find out
what's wrong with you first.

We'll be back in a minute, OK?

Give him some Maxolon,
10 milligrams IV, for the vomiting.

Actually, we don't know where the
high blood pressure's coming from,

so make that Ondansetron.

Do you think
he could have been abused?

Well, he got pretty defensive
when we asked about his parents.

Hmm. He did, but the scarring's old.

Maybe he's just accident-prone.
Some kids are.

And some aren't.

I don't think that we should assume

that there's an explanation
behind the scars.

There could be something going on
that we don't know about.

OK. See if Von
can run a few checks on him.

He might be known to DOCS.
Um, Von's on home visits.

I'll get Gabrielle to do it.
Perfect.

The splint will protect your leg
from any bumps along the way.

Where are we going?
The hospital.

Ashley? Ashley, stay with me.

What's happening?
She's lost consciousness.

Get me a Guedel's.
Got it.

Pulse is strong but rapid.

Got the external blood loss under
control, but she's hypotensive.

Put up some more Hartmann's.

Oh, my God!
Rita, it's going to be OK. Hugo!

Ashley! Oh, my God! Ashley!

You know her?

SIREN WAILS

Car versus pedestrian.
This is the pedestrian.

Name's Ashley McKay.
Compound fracture to the femur.

Probable fractured pelvis
with internal bleeding.

LORRAINE: Went into shock with
subsequent loss of consciousness.

Intubated and cannulated.
On 100% oxygen.

Was it a hit-and-run?

No. The woman who knocked her down
knew her, apparently.

Yeah, I don't know
what's going on there.

OK. On my count. One, two, three.

Thanks, guys.
WOMAN: I'll get her on the monitor.

Do you want a full trauma series?

SEAN: Good air entry.

SEAN AND JACK: We'll need the FAST.
Hmm?

FAST. Just get the FAST.

JACK: Pedal pulses are intact.

Sluggish capillary refill.

DAN: I'll get FBCs, UECs, coags,
group and hold.

Anything else?
Uh, urinalysis.

Uh, sure thing. Uh, BP's 110 on 70.

Heart rate's 110, sats are at 100%.

Some bleeding here. I'll need the
haemostat to seal leaking vessels.

Thank you.

Hey, don't you worry.
I've done this a million times.

I'm actually very good. (Laughs)

OK. Just look away.

You won't feel it.

Is it in yet?
It is.

I told you
you wouldn't feel a thing.

You didn't even flinch. (Laughs)
Yeah. (Chuckles)

OK. His vomiting seems to be
under control.

Hmm. His temp's down slightly,
but BP's still too high.

Jayden, I need to take
another look at you.

I'm just going to listen
to your chest.

So, do you have a girlfriend?

(Laughs) Are you kidding?

The chicks at my school are only
interested in the footy heads.

Huh.
Well, that doesn't last very long.

So when exactly does nerdy and weedy
kick in on the popularity charts?

I'm not sure. But cute and nice
become popular pretty quickly.

Don't you think your parents
would want to know that you're here?

What could they do? By the time they
get here, I'll be sorted, right?

Right, well, I'll get
these bloods off to Pathology.

Mark them 'urgent'.
Let's hang a bag of normal saline.

Jayden, your BP's still far too high,

but we'll find out
what's going on, OK?

See? Sorted.

She's still hypotensive, 95 on 60,
but holding.

Tachycardiac at 105
and sats are at 100%.

JACK: Seems to be stabilising.
SEAN: I can't see any free blood.

Let's get a C spine, leg films,
urine tox and a CT pelvis

to confirm what we're dealing with.

Mm-hm. Do you want
an orthopaedic review too?

Yeah. Good idea.
No, forget that.

Let Orthopods review her upstairs.
The leg isn't the priority.

OK. Ditch the review, Dan.

Book the scans?
No, forget those too.

She's got a fractured pelvis, could
be masking all sorts of bleeding.

I just want to get her to theatre.
Got it.

You need the scans, Jack.

The longer we leave the surgery,
the more difficult it'll be.

I'd be making sure
I knew what I was dealing with.

Can you let theatre know
that we're on our way?

So we are going to theatre, then?
Yes, we are.

We are?

Sean and Dan. The driver
of the MVA's just been brought in.

I have to call theatre.
I'll do it. You go.

Thanks, guys.
HUGO: Hey, Dr Everleigh.

I need a blood alcohol level
from your patient when I can.

Sure.

Rita. I'm Dr Everleigh.

I'm just going to ask some questions
while Dan takes your blood pressure.

I believe you were in an accident.
Can you tell me how it happened?

Uh...I really don't know.

OK. Just a quick look in your eyes.

Took a bit of a bump
to the head there, I see.

Are you on any regular medications?

And you don't remember
the accident at all?

Any history of heart disease
in the family?

Was the girl I hit brought here?

Yeah, she was.

Is she dead?
No, she's on her way to theatre.

You know her, right?

BP's 121 on 70.

Heart rate's 75, resps are 16
and sats are at 100% at room air.

OK. Rita, here's the plan.

I'm going to examine you,
take some blood,

then we're going to get
a CT scan of your head,

just to make sure everything's OK.

(Mutters) Shit.

Oh! Didn't expect you back so soon.

OK.

Why have I got all this
bloody crap on my desk?

Look at this memo. Dated last month!
And these are YOUR bloody files.

I've got enough of my own crap
without your crap on top of mine.

They're for your signature, Frank.

I take it Bart isn't doing so well.

Poor bloody kid's in agony.

You'd think Hughes would be able
to do something about it

but, oh, no, we've got to buggerise
around with his medication

until we get it right.

It's not as if the kid's
halfway through a marathon.

Otherwise I could understand
the pain he's in.

He's just been lying on his back
for a few days.

Shit!

What happened? Where is he?

Steady on. I've just
sent him down for an X-ray.

I want to know
why he's in so much pain.

It's a deep vein thrombosis.
I've thought of that.

Well, then get him back here
and on anticoagulants.

Not until I'm absolutely sure
it's necessary.

Course it's bloody necessary.
The kid is a walking time bomb.

You've got him parading around here
like it's Bart's big day out.

Look, he's just been through
major abdominal surgery,

not to mention the damage done
to his major artery.

We put him on blood-thinners,

we risk an internal bleed
that could kill him.

And if you don't do it, a pulmonary
embolus will kill him a lot quicker!

Look, I'm just trying to find
a definitive diagnosis,

and if you were thinking clearly,
you'd be demanding the same thing.

What's that supposed to mean?
I think you're too close to this.

Don't be ridiculous.
He's not your patient, Frank.

Why don't you just go back
to the E.D. and let me do my job?

Oh, are those
Jayden Hawke's results?

And they don't tell us anything
that we don't know already.

Hmm.
How'd you go?

Well, there's nothing on file
to suggest abuse,

but I've activated a search for old
social work records just in case.

How long will that take?
Huh! I wouldn't hold your breath.

OK. We need to think
outside the square for a second.

Yeah.

Self-harm, maybe?
Ah! Already thought of that.

I've got psych unit
doing a search of their old records.

So, do you spend a lot of time
on your own, Jayden?

Are you kidding?

I've got the olds looking
over my shoulder most of the time.

It drives me nuts.
Overprotective?

Totally.
(Laughs)

Is that why
you don't want me to call them?

Jayden?

Do you want to do this yourself?

I don't want you to call them
because they'd freak.

Aw, but that's what parents do.

They freak out
when their kids are hurt or sick.

It's because they care about you.

But I'm nearly 18.

This is the first time they've left
me at home to look after myself.

Ever.

If they thought I was sick,
it'd be the last.

I just want to be normal.

Medically, I think we've got
his history covered.

Well, let's not get bogged down
on what's happened in the past.

We need to find out
why he's sick now.

Jayden says his parents
are overprotective.

I don't think he's attention-seeking
but something else is going on.

Well, his bloods came back NAD.

Well, something's wrong.
What's with his high blood pressure?

I'm beginning to think
he might have an adrenal tumour.

I just thought you'd like to know
Dr Quade repaired Ashley's liver

and Orthopaedics
are now working on her broken legs,

so things are looking good for her.

You know, the ambos that brought her
in really thought that you knew her.

She's a student of my husband's.

Oh, right. Well, you would
know each other, then.

Do you want me to call your husband,
to let him know you're in here?

No, he's at a conference.
His phone will be turned off.

Mm-hm.

You let me know where the conference
is, I'll get a message to him.

No, please, just leave it.

How are we doing?

Good. BP's up a little bit, but
her heart rate and sats are fine.

Any pain?
A bit of a headache but not too bad.

Head CT been done?

A bit of a hold-up in Radiology,
apparently.

OK. Well, in the meantime, we need
to keep up the 15-minute neuro obs.

Sure.

Rita, we'll be back shortly.

Any chance of getting
a statement from her, Doc?

Sure. But keep it short and sweet.
She's still in shock.

She's saying
she doesn't remember anything.

Yeah. She said the same thing to me
at the motel.

I bet that's going to be
a really interesting conversation.

I'd love to be a fly on the wall.

Come on, Sean.

You've got an older woman who runs
over an attractive younger woman

in the car park of a motel?

Come on.

Who do you think
the young girl's seeing, huh?

You've got the older woman saying
her husband's at a conference.

I don't buy that.
You want my opinion?

I think the husband left the motel
just before the girlfriend,

wife waited for the girlfriend,
and bam.

Or it was just an accident.

Accident. (Scoffs)

Well, that's brilliant news.

Now you'll have a second chance
to kill him on the operating table.

How the hell can you miss
something as big as that?

I don't know, Frank.

Well, you know the risk
of putting him under again.

Well, what do you suggest we do?
Wait for the bullet to dissolve?

Are you going to tell him or am I?

What is that?

We think it's a bullet fragment.

That's why you've been
in so much pain.

Take me back to theatre,
get it out of there.

Well, before we do that, there's
a few things you need to know.

When you were under
the anaesthetic, um...

..we had a few complications.

What sort of complications?

You had a reaction
to the anaesthetic

and we couldn't control
your body temperature.

Malignant hypothermia.
Do you know how rare that is?

Bart, listen to him.
You need to know this.

And you arrested
during the operation.

But now that we know that,

we're going to take
every precaution possible

to ensure that
it doesn't happen again.

The fragment's got to come out,
Bart. I'm really sorry.

Then I guess I don't have
a choice, do I?

No, mate. You don't.

Give me the consent form.

PHONE RINGS

Gabrielle Jaeger.

Ye... Yeah.

OK, no, she's around here somewhere.

I'll find her for you. Hang on.

Zoe. Zoe.
Mm-hm?

I've got Admin on the phone.

You're supposed to be at a heads
of department finance meeting.

What?

Apparently Frank said
you'd be sitting in for him.

When was he going to tell me?

I don't know. Maybe the same time
he was going to tell me.

(Whispers) I can't go!

Yeah, no, I'm sorry.

She's really tied up with a patient
at the moment. Uh, she can't attend.

Yep.

OK.

I will let her know. Thank you.

They want last month's figures
sent up pronto.

(Sighs) Do you think Frank's
going to be missing in action

the entire time Bart's in ICU?

I'd put money on it. Bart has just
been sent up to theatre again.

I don't know all the details.

Zoe, we're going to
have to cover for him.

OK. What's he got coming up?

Alright.

OK, he's got
a Mortality and Morbidity meeting

first thing up tomorrow morning.

That sounds like a jolly
get-together, doesn't it?

I don't suppose
Frank's done the figures on that.

Oh, yeah. Yep.

They will be in a file somewhere
labelled 'dead' or 'buggered'.

Zoe, I think you should
take a look at Jayden.

He's not improving.
OK.

I need a list of everything
he has to do, OK?

Jayden, I'm sorry
about all the questions

but your blood pressure
is still dangerously high

and we don't know why.

Do you have any problems
with your kidneys?

And you don't get headaches
or flushes?

No.

And the sweats.
Has that ever happened before?

(Slurs) No. No, no.
BP's still rising.

170 on 100
and his heart rate is 120.

OK. Let's put another cannula in.
Hydralazine?

Yeah, 10 milligrams
as a slow IV push.

I'll also need a urine sample.
Have it tested for catecholamines.

What's that for?

It's to see if your adrenal glands
are overactive.

Which might explain your symptoms.

What? Same deal as last time.
You won't feel a thing.

Jayden, is there anything at all
in your medical history

that you haven't told us about?

Look, Jayden, if we don't get
your blood pressure lowered,

you are at risk of a stroke,

so if there's something you're not
telling us, please, just...

It's got nothing to do with this.

What doesn't?

(Sighs) I don't feel pain.

What do you mean?
I've never felt it. Ever.

You have congenital insensitivity
to pain? Is that what you're saying?

Yes.

And you didn't think that
that was important to tell us?

Jayden, you can't hold back
information like that.

Pain is really important...
Maybe next time I'll wear a T-shirt.

'Beware - underlying rare disease'.
(Sighs) God!

DAN: Sean!

ALARM SOUNDS

What happened?
She just dropped midsentence.

I'll get some diazepam.

Asked her if she had epilepsy?

She told me she didn't
when I did her admission forms.

She was being really evasive.

Hardly surprising
if she was about to have a grand mal.

Or she didn't want them to know
she ran over her husband's lover.

OK. Diazepam, 5 milligrams.
Expires 07/08.

Yeah.
Yep. Diazepam going in.

OK. So what do we think's going on?

Maybe she does suffer from seizures.

Then what the hell is she doing
behind the steering wheel of a car?

Rita.
Hmm?

I'm just going to roll you
on your back.

Now, you've had a seizure.

That's why you're feeling so sleepy.

I'm just going to take
a look in your eyes.

And then we're off for that scan, OK?

Radiology says they're going to be
at least another hour

before they can get to her.

Well, did you tell them
it was urgent?

Of course I did.

What do you think's going on?

I can't get past the epilepsy.

If she had a seizure in the car this
morning, it'd explain the accident.

I contacted her GP, Sean,

and he said
there's no history of epilepsy

or any other seizure disorder, so...

Alright. Forget the obs.
Let's get her packed up.

Won't she be safer waiting here
for a head CT

than in the Radiology corridor?

We're not waiting in the corridor.
We're queue-jumping to an MRI.

OK.
That's going to make you popular.

Rita, we're off
for that scan now, OK?

I'll call for an orderly.
Bugger that. Let's get on with it.

I've put myself
completely in cotton wool

from the second
the olds left the house.

I know this must be frustrating, but
can you take us through your morning?

Everything you did,
everywhere you went.

I told you,
I've been really careful.

Yeah, I know, but we need to go
back over all the possibilities

we discounted
because you weren't in pain.

You want us to help you, don't you?
Make you feel better?

(Sighs) Well, I got up...
showered, dressed, had breakfast.

Mm-hm.
Watered the garden for Mum.

And I was about to go to school,
then the chunder flowed.

That's it.

(Sighs)
I'm calling your parents.

Would you chill? I said no!

I'll be right back.

Ricky, you have to drop
this family thing.

His medical condition
is far more important right now.

Yeah, I'm sorry.

OK, we need to check him
systematically,

make sure we haven't missed anything.

OK, well, what are we looking for?
Uh...

Disfigurement. Crepitus.
Do a full body check.

I want you to examine his hair
and his neck

for ticks or tick bites.

Look out for redness,
signs of soreness, swelling,

uh, any breaks in the skin.

Anything that may give us a clue
as to what's going on, OK?

Yep.

Eve, what are you doing here?

I was worried about you.

Oh, God, you don't have to be worried
about me.

Zoe's taking care of the admin crap.
The E.D.'s running itself.

Everything is...peachy.
Good.

Well, if Bart's going to be
in surgery for a couple of hours,

this seems like a good time
for you to come home and rest.

How'd you know
he's going back to surgery?

Vincent told me.
Oh, did he?

Did he say he left a bullet fragment
in the kid?

Yeah, he did,
and he feels terrible about it.

(Scoffs)
Plus, he's worried about you.

He shouldn't worry about me.
He should worry about his patient.

I'm not sure how much more
Bart can take, Evie.

How much more can YOU take?

Well, I've got a responsibility
to him.

Explain how having another
heart attack fulfils that, hey?

Come on. Come and at least
have some lunch with me.

I'll let you eat
whatever crap you want.

WOMAN: Fresh cart on standby.

VINCENT: Slightest increase in his
CO2, I want to know about it, OK?

Got it.

Reopening the previous incision.

I'm over the medial aspect
of the calf,

bordering the gastrocnemius muscle.

You know, I could've swore
we got all those fragments.

And apparently
I'll be talking to myself...

I don't need a running
bloody commentary, Jack.

Suction.

WOMAN: Suction.

I've never left anything behind
in a patient in my life.

It was chaotic, Vincent.

He was stable when we went back
to finish the job.

I don't remember the knee
being a high priority at the time.

We dealt with the hepatic bleed,
we removed his gall bladder.

We brought him back
from death's door.

It's a good couple of hours work.
We stuffed up.

End of story.

Scissors.

How are his vital signs?
Holding steady.

I should've weighed the fragments
we did retrieve. It's a good guide.

You know, I'm not sure
what that would've told us.

You and I both know
that fragmenting bullets can lose

up to two-thirds of their weight.

That's all the more reason
why we should do post-op X-rays.

More retraction here, please.

Irrigation, please.

Bottom line - we saved Bart's life.

Jack, shut up
and just get on with it.

I don't want this kid under
any longer than he has to be.

Oooh! I'm so sorry.

I wasn't looking...
Looking where you were going.

Yeah, something like that.

Are you on your way
to the firing squad?

Interview panel? That's where
you were going, weren't you?

How did you hear about that?

I hear lots of things.

Like?

Hang on. What have you heard?

If it'll affect my chances
of getting back into the ambos,

then I need to know.

You really are wound up about this,
aren't you?

You shouldn't be.
You've got nothing to worry about.

I don't know.

The panel mightn't like
that I quit and went back to nursing.

They love nurses coming back.
Trust me on this.

Cate, you know what they'll ask.
You've been through it before.

I guess so.
You're a good nurse.

I asked.

And, from what I've heard,
a damn good paramedic too.

So just go up there and kick arse.

I will.

Social Work and Psych have completed
their checks on Jayden.

Apparently there is nothing remiss
in any of his records.

Which is to be expected, now we know
how he got the scars and bruises.

True. Is this the latest pathology?
Yeah.

Great.

OK, so at least we know
he hasn't got adrenal cancer.

Just add that
to the list of dead ends.

Still no closer to a diagnosis.

Ricky and I did everything
bar run a microscope over him.

Top to toe.
Huh.

So where do we go from here?

Oh, it has to be internal.
Mmm.

I'll book him in
for a full body scan

and hope he doesn't deteriorate
by the time they get to do it.

PAGER BEEPS

Oh, no.
Spoke too soon.

He passed out.

Jayden. Can you hear me?

Jayden, come on. Wake up.

Heart rate's 135 and irregular.

BP is 164 over 108.

Hydralazine hasn't helped much.

OK, can you get onto the cardiac reg
for a review?

Yep, and do you want
that full body scan?

Yeah, and make it urgent.
Certainly will.

Jayden,
I need to listen to your chest.

Hey, Jayden, listen to me.

Your heart is beating
faster than it should,

so we're getting a heart doctor down
to check it out, OK?

Can you do an ECG?

Just try to relax.

Hey, don't do that. Don't...
Where are my clothes?

Oh. Look. OK, no, no, no.

Get back into bed, please.
I'm going home.

I'm going home.
You've had a seizure.

What happens if you have another one,
crossing a road or driving a car?

It's very dangerous.

It's never happened before.
It's probably 'cause I hit my head.

I think you should stay here
until we get your results.

Can I see Ashley before I go?
Yeah, no.

She's still in theatre, actually.
So, OK...

Just stop that, OK?
I've got to know where my car went.

Do you think it's still
at the motel?

Um...I have no idea, but look,
I'll call the police for you.

OK, that cop who was here before.
He'll know where it is.

(Sighs) I just want this day
to be over.

I can understand that.

Look, you just need to stay put.

OK?

So come on,
let's get you back into bed.

There we go.

That's the way.

Maybe...

Maybe if you just
talked about it, hmm?

I didn't mean to hurt her,
I swear it.

Look, we all do things
that we regret, Rita.

OK?
Yeah.

But I'm sure that if you explain it
to the police, as it happened,

then...they'll take that
into consideration.

What are you talking about?

Your husband isn't
at a conference, is he?

He was at the motel this morning,
wasn't he?

With Ashley?

What?

Look, I know I'm probably
way out of line here,

but I'm just trying to help, OK?

She wasn't with my husband,
you idiot. She was with me.

Ashley's MY girlfriend. (Sobs)

Right.

Well, I won't be calling
your husband, then. OK?

I...have currently got
both my feet shoved in my mouth,

and I've got pretty big feet.

(Laughs) What happened?

Just people...keeping secrets,

but...they're not the secrets that
I thought they were keeping, and...

Forget it. It's too complicated.

It's a bit embarrassing.

Yeah, well, is your secret
going to kill your patient?

Hmm?
You're a guy, right?

You finally noticed.
Hmm.

Well, I've got this teenage patient
who comes in here violently ill.

He's happy to tell us that
he's been throwing up all morning,

but then decides to withhold
the most important information -

that he doesn't feel pain.

Really?
At all, ever.

Wow.
Mmm.

He just wants to be
like everyone else.

He's a teenager, Ricky.
Of course he does.

Yeah, but he's not, is he?

Everleigh, anyone call me?
No.

And we haven't heard
from theatre yet.

Right.

You'll let me know?
Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Thanks for lunch.
No worries. 'Bye.

This one yours?

Rita Dawson. Came in after an MVA.

Was she driving?
Yep. Backed over a woman.

Said she couldn't remember it.
No bloody wonder.

I'll bet you weren't expecting that.

No. But it explains everything.

PAGER BEEPS

DAN: Ha. Right on cue.

I was just saying
the results would be back any second.

What is it?

I have some bad news, I'm afraid.

Ashley's dead, isn't she?

(Sobs)

No. No, it isn't that.

Oh, God,
I didn't see her behind the car...

Rita. Rita, listen to me.

Ashley's still in theatre.

I'm pretty sure
the reason you ran over Ashley

was because you had a seizure
while you were reversing the car.

How many times do I have to tell
you? I'm not an epileptic.

I know. I know, and you're right.

But epilepsy isn't the only
cause of seizures.

What are you talking about?

This is the scan
we did of your head.

And this bit here
isn't normal brain tissue.

It's a lesion.

What does that mean?

It's abnormal tissue.

Caused by injury or disease.

So I got that in the accident.

No.

You had the accident because
the lesion was already there.

It's most likely
what's causing your seizures.

Now, we need to do further tests to
tell us exactly how serious it is.

I'm sorry.

Please call my husband.

Yep.

I'd forgotten how hard
those panel interviews were.

I don't even remember mine.
I do.

"Describe a time when you didn't
feel like you'd done your best."

What did you say?
That I'm always excellent.

That's what I just said!

Oh, thank God.
(Cate and Lorraine laugh)

Looks like we're on.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Base to 978.

978 to Base.

We've an R1 at 12 Purkis Street for
a man complaining of chest pains.

Copy that, Base.
This will be you soon.

Oh, I hope so.
Yep.

Hey, Heath.

Thanks.
My pleasure.

Velaga! Giddy-up!

You paged me?

I was starting to think
you weren't going to come.

What do you want?

I've been doing
a lot of dumb things lately

and I wanted to tell you
that I'm...I'm really sorry.

So, where to from here?

Now that you've left the E.D.,
I mean.

I just interviewed again
for the ambos.

Oh, yeah? How'd you go?

Won't know for a few weeks
but OK, I think.

Good.
Good?

But is that it? Just 'good'?

I'm a patronising prick, remember?

Oh, that's right. I forgot.

It's amazing how something so small
could cause so much trouble.

Well, let's hope his recovery
will be trouble-free from now on.

Well, I'll just leave it here
for when we wakes up.

Jack.
Yeah?

How'd it go?

Well, there were no adverse
reactions to the new anaesthetics.

He remained stable the whole time.
Good.

And the procedure itself
was fairly uneventful.

We closed without any complication

and he's going to start intensive
physiotherapy as soon as he can.

Right.

Um, Frank, I...
Hughes...

..you're a very good surgeon.

Hey, but listen, Vinnie.

Next time you have a problem with
me, don't go to my fiancee, alright?

Oh, but Frank, I was just...
No, no, no, no. No.

Just...

Oh, bugger it. Thank you, mate.

Thank you.

And where's Ashley now?

Great. That's great. OK,
let me know if there's any change.

Thanks, Jack.

Well, that's something at least.

Rita. We have mixed news for you.

Now, I've just spoken to Dr Quade,
who's been looking after Ashley,

and the surgery went well.

She's in intensive care and she's
expected to make a full recovery.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

And the bad news?

I've spoken
to the neurology department

about your test results,

and we believe your lesion
is what's called a glioma.

Now, that's a cancerous tumour.

Cancer?

In my brain?

But they'll be able to operate,
won't they?

The lesion isn't in
a good location, Rita.

I have the neurologist coming down
to explain things to you fully.

Is this thing going to kill me?
Is that what you're saying?

Rita? Your husband is here.
Would you like me to send him in?

Oh, my God.
Rita, what's been going on?

Charles.
It's alright. I'm here.

I'm here.
Everything's going to be fine.

It's OK.
I'm almost finished, Jayden.

And if I knew you any more
intimately, I'd have to marry you.

(Laughs)

Now what?
Uh, not sure.

What is it?

I just might have found
what we're looking for.

Yeah?
Just need to check your clothes.

What are you doing?
Just a foot fetish.

Probably need therapy for it.
OK, I'll be right back.

Rosters. Done.

OK. Drug inventory.

Check.
(Chuckles)

Did you find his figures on the
Mortality and Morbidity meeting?

Ah.

Ha ha!
Excellent.

So that just leaves us
with the budget,

and we can't finalise that
without Frank's signature, right?

Correct, and there are a few things
he needs looking over anyway.

Well, I would say
that is a job well done.

Until tomorrow's list of disasters
turns up on our desk.

(Knocks on door)

What's with the shoe?

I just finished examining Jayden.

Spit it out. Ricky, you look like
the cat that's got the cream.

OK, well, I just found
localised beads of sweat

on the sole of his left foot.

So? He's been sweating all day.

No, not all over. There were no
beads of sweat on his right foot.

And I thought, what would happen
to one foot but not the other?

It's a spider.
Exactly.

Localised sweating.

Well, that is a redback,
and a female, by the size of it.

Yeah, I should be on one of those
forensic TV shows.

Grab a vial of antivenom
and meet me in his cubicle.

The antivenom is only given
in situations like yours,

where the poison's been in the system
for quite a while.

Eh. If it wasn't for bad luck,
I wouldn't have any luck at all.

OK. Adrenaline's on stand-by.
Thanks.

This needs to go into the muscle,

so I'm going to inject it
right here into the thigh.

Sure. Not like it's going to hurt.

And I hope it works fast.
I'm feeling like crap.

ALARM SOUNDS
Zoe!

OK. I've got the adrenaline.

What happened?
Anaphylactic shock.

The adrenaline's going in now.

ZOE: Keep the fluids up
and give him Benadryl, 25 milligrams.

Urticaria seems to be resolving.

Well, his BP's stabilising too -
115 on 85, and his heart rate's 100.

He seems to be over the worst of it.

So, how do we treat
the redback bite now?

Despite the reaction he had,
he still got the dose of antivenom,

so hopefully,
he'll start responding to that.

When will we know if it's effective?
Fairly quickly.

Either way, we'll have to admit him
for a couple of days

just to make sure he doesn't have
a biphasic or a recurring reaction.

Instead of calling his parents
to visit him,

we could've been notifying them
that he was dead.

We had to respect his wishes.

I know, I know. Just sucks.

Your good nursing saved his life.

And that's what matters.

Hey.

Hey, have we heard anything
about Bart yet?

Yes. He's back in ICU. He's stable.

No anaesthetic problems this time?
Nope, thank God.

Ricky! Hi.

Hugo, what are you doing here?

Oh, you're here to interview
my patient, aren't you?

Just thought I'd try and get it done
before my shift finishes, yeah?

Yeah, not a good time, mate. She's
just received some pretty bad news.

Her husband and Sean
are still in there, so...

Ah, OK.

Well, I guess it'll just have to
wait till tomorrow, then.

I, uh...heard about your brother.

I'm...really sorry.

Thank you. I appreciate that.

Mmm.

Well, anyway,
I guess I'll see you round.

Later, Hugo.

Hey, um...does that invitation to
grab something to eat still stand?

Yeah, of course it does.

Um, well, now's a good time,
unless you've got other plans.

No. No, no other plans.

Good. Alright.
Alright.

BART: That belongs to the nurse.

Well, I'm pleased to hear it.

Any doctor of mine who's filling out

a "Is it love or is it lust?"
questionnaire needs his head read.

They got it all out, mate.
You're going to be fine.

Good. I can start physio, then.

It might be a while
before you're ready for that.

I'll be ready.

I've got to get back to work,
Dr Campion.

(Chuckles)

When you're ready, sunshine.

When you're ready.