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GRIM MUSIC

This isn't good.

That bike must have been flat chat when he collided.

Oh, God.

MAN: G'day, Cate.

Hey, Pete. What have we got here?

Poor bugger never had a chance.

Hit the truck side-on, went under,

got dragged along while the truck was stopping.

Alright. We've still gotta check him out.

Righto.

Hi, I'm Cate. I'm from the Ambulance Service.

Are you hurt at all?

Alright. Someone's going to be with you shortly. Just hang in there.

Sasha. We don't go under until it's safe, remember?

You try for a pulse.

Hello. Can you hear me? We're from the Ambulance Service.

We'll try and get you out as soon as possible, okay?

Nothing.

Any chance we can get this truckie out of the cab,

so we know this thing isn't going anywhere?

We can't even get his hands off the steering wheel.

I think he'll react much better to a female voice.

Hey, I've got something.

I don't know how, but he's still alive.

THEME MUSIC

Hi. Remember me?

I'm Cate. What's your name, mate?

He just kept coming straight at me.

Warren. Okay. Hey, Warren.

We need to get you out of the cab, alright?

Do you mind if I touch your hands? Is that okay?

There was nothing I could do.

I know, mate. Look, it's not your fault.

I hit the brakes as hard as I could, but there was nowhere to go.

You did everything that you could.

I killed him, didn't I?

No, you didn't. He's still alive.

But in order to treat him, we've gotta get you out of here.

Do you think you can do that for me?

That's the way, just nice and slowly.

It's alright.

Hello, stranger.

Welcome back. You too.

Isn't it great to have everyone back on board?

Yes, it is.

Hey, how are you feeling? I'm good, thank you.

TELEPHONE RINGS

Emergency.

Hey. What have we got here?

Mr Ross Weston. Hi. Great head of hair you've got!

16 years old, painful left ankle and contusion to left temple.

Nil LOC, splint and ice applied to ankle.

Okay, Ross. Shuffle over here for me. Just take your time.

Are you right? Okay.

I'm Jessica. Are you in any pain?

(grunts) Not much.

Thanks, guys.

Later, Ross.

I'll give you a check-over, then get a doctor to see you.

Cool.

Do you know if the school's contacted your parents yet?

No. They're both in a conference in Brisbane.

They won't be back till late tonight.

We'll take special care of you, then.

Cool. (laughs)

Jess, can you check Resus is ready? We've got a trauma coming in.

Sure. I'll just finish up here. I'll just go grab the BP machine.

CATE: Alright.

On three. One more and we should have him out.

One, two, three. (Sasha grunts)

Thanks a lot, Pete. No worries.

Can you hear me? Can you open your eyes?

Bike's speedo's stuck on 85.

Add that to the 40 the truckie was doing,

this bloke's been hit at over 120km/h.

Compound fracture to the radius and ulna there.

Probably broken ribs.

It's probably quicker to check what's NOT broken.

PETE: Cate! Over here, Cate.

You right here, Sash? Yeah.

What's up, Warren?

It's just angina. You keep looking after him.

Who's the ambo here, hey? Come on, just relax.

On a scale of 1-10, how bad's the pain?

3, maybe 4.

I've got pills in the cab I stick under my tongue.

(pants heavily)

You know the drill.

I'm just going to put some oxygen on you, Warren.

Car 978 to base,

requiring back-up vehicle for male patient at the MVA site

with chest pain.

WOMAN ON RADIO: Copy 978.

I'll be alright. Look after him, please.

Hey, listen to me.

I need you to relax and think about yourself, alright?

That's the way.

Don't you dare lecture me on my own daughter.

A simple job would raise her self-esteem

and allow her to reach her potential.

She's not ready for it.

Frank, I've been talking to some leading authorities on autism.

And you think I haven't? From the first moment we knew?

I know you have, and you probably know a lot more than me...

Thank you.

But I also know that a work situation

where Kathleen can practise skills

for real instead of a mock-up, can be a positive thing for her -

the neuro-sensory, psychodynamic behavioural opportunities alone.

Oh, trot out some jargon, why don't we?

It's not gonna happen, Alison.

Look, can we at least talk about it?

We have talked about it. The answer's no.

I'm going to be part of Kathleen's life, whether you like it or not.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Sorry to interrupt. An MVA's coming in, multiple trauma.

Thank you.

It's not going to go away. Wanna bet?

At least think about it.

SIREN WAILS

One of you needs to travel with Sasha.

I've gotta stay and finish stabilising Warren

so he's right to travel.

G'day, mate. I'm Bryce.

He's suffering some chest pain.

You ready for the trolley? Yeah, that'd be great.

How's the pain?

Uh, a bit worse.

On a scale of 1-10? Oh, maybe 5.

Okay, I'm going to give you another half a tablet,

then I'll put a drip into your arm, okay?

I just dropped off a load and, uh...

I didn't even hang around for a cup of tea.

Maybe if I had have... Hey. Listen to me.

Don't play the "what if" game. You're never gonna win.

SIREN WAILS

Cop said his name's David.

SASHA: David Harris, motorcyclist versus semitrailer.

Requiring extrication from under the truck.

Multiple lacerations, contusions, abrasions.

Partial degloving injury left forearm.

Compound fractures right forearm and right femur.

Contusion right chest with possible rib fractures,

likely pelvic fracture.

He was intubated at scene.

Conscious at any stage?

No. BP 110/70. Pulse 110 and resps are 18.

On three. One, two, three.

We need another large bore cannula in, full bloods and crossmatch.

Full trauma X-rays and CT.

NELSON: I'll do it in a sec.

IDC, NG and ECG.

TERRI: You want the FAST machine?

VINCENT: Uh, yep. How is this guy still alive?

I don't know, but let's try and keep him that way.

Get Reg onto his next of kin.

If they don't get here soon, it might be too late.

It was full-on, man.

The dude on the stretcher

looked like he was in the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre'.

Ooh, hang on. Babe alert.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Ross. How are you feeling?

Yeah, okay. Okay.

The doctor will see you shortly,

but I'll look at your foot, then send you to X-ray.

Do you need to do that now?

Is your neck hurting?

Uh, no. Are you sure?

Yeah.

Ross, you've just fallen down a flight of stairs.

Now's really not the time to be macho.

No, really... Does this hurt?

Who are you talking to?

No-one.

A mate from school.

Okay. You guys are totally busted.

Ross is gonna have to call you back later.

Thanks... I think.

What did he say?

That he'd do anything for a babe like me.

Phone.

I'll put it with the rest of your valuables.

You can have it back when you leave, okay?

This is Warren Stoker, 46 years of age.

He was involved in the MVA truck versus motorcycle.

Sustained no injuries during the collision,

but developed chest pain post-incident.

Is that the bloke I hit?

Just concentrate on yourself, mate.

He's been given aspirin, oxygen and Glyceryl Trinitrate with effect.

BP's 140 on 90. Pulse is 110.

He's not gonna make it, is he?

Hey, he has a great team working on him.

Warren suffers from angina. Monitoring sinus tachycardia.

Think you can jump into this bed? Yeah.

Take it easy.

I'm Dr Beaumont. Do you have any chest pain at the moment?

It's pretty much gone.

Cate says you've had angina before?

Yeah.

When did the pain start? Before or after the accident?

After.

Did you feel faint before it happened?

(shakily) I felt fine.

Let's start him on a GTN infusion, three micrograms per hour,

and titrate it to his pain.

Not a problem.

How do you think I feel? I'd given him up for dead.

Well, what do you think happened?

I don't know,

but it was odd that there was no skid marks to indicate braking,

no evasive action to avoid the truck.

Well, could he have panicked? You know, froze up?

It usually slows them down, but not this one.

Excuse me, Von. Sorry to interrupt.

This is Miranda Harris. She's here to see her husband.

He was involved in the bike accident.

I'll leave you to it.

Miranda, this is Von. She's one of our nurses.

How's David? Can I see him?

The doctors are still assessing him.

Just tell me - is he alright?

His injuries are extensive.

Now, he's attached to a lot of medical equipment.

It could come as a bit of a shock.

I just need to see him, please.

Frank. Miranda, his wife.

Oh, Davey.

Hello, I'm Dr Campion.

I need to ask you some questions, if you feel up to it.

Is your husband allergic to anything?

Penicillin, that kind of thing? No.

Is he on any medication?

Has he had any recent illness or sickness?

No, no, nothing.

Oh, God. I'm so sorry. I just can't... I'm just...

REG: Excuse me, Frank. This is...

Oh, no. David.

..Mr Harris's brother.

Seb...

I hope you're satisfied now. You've finally managed to kill him.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Your brother-in-law's gone for a bit of a walk.

I'm really sorry that got ugly. No, no, no.

Don't apologise.

People react to shock in different ways.

He's right.

I was the one getting stuck into Davey about how boring he's become,

and his solution was to get a motorbike.

And that was his decision, not yours.

Come on. He's a grown man.

We had a blazing row this morning.

I, um, had the day off

and we did a strawberries and champagne breakfast.

Our personal life hasn't been that exciting lately

and I was trying to get things sparking, and...

..it was working, until he dozed off on me again.

That could've been the champagne.

No, he barely had half a glass.

That's why I got so angry, and now...

It's alright. Please don't let him die.

We will be doing all we can for him, okay?

How did this happen?

Just clumsy, I guess.

How far did you fall? Don't know.

Ambo said he fell down about six or seven steps.

Is that bad?

Well, listen, I don't think anything's broken,

but I'll wait for the X-rays, to make sure.

Because you hit your head, I'm keeping you here a few hours.

That's okay with me.

I might check on Radiology, see what the hold-up is.

Yeah. Thanks, Jess.

Mate, once those X-rays come back, I'll come and check on you, okay?

Good.

Your ECG's consistent with angina, but we'll wait for blood results

to see if there's been significant damage to your heart.

Have you done an exercise stress test before?

Yeah, a long time ago.

We'll order another one as a follow-up.

And repeat bloods and ECGs? Yeah. I'll order a chest X-ray.

In the meantime, Warren, just try and take it easy, okay?

You reckon he's got any family?

Oh, sorry. I don't know.

Could you open that curtain, please?

Warren Stoker.

You don't get called 'Stokesy' at all?

Yeah, sometimes.

I went to school with a Stoker. He copped a bit of 'Stokesy'.

Actually, he was a bit of a suck. Kept on dobbing me in.

Don't you hate guys like that?

Yeah, I do.

My brother was like that. Drove me crazy.

His name wasn't Michael, was it?

Good news, Ross.

Just had a look at your X-rays, and your ankle's not fractured.

Cool.

When can I start running again?

Not for a while. You've got soft tissue damage.

You'll be on crutches till it heals.

Bummer.

Not really. Crutches, they're a chick magnet.

Great for sympathy.

Jess, can you apply some tubigrip and fit him for crutches.

Sure.

Oh. Oh, man, I'm sorry.

That's okay. It's only water.

I'm glad Mum's not here. Why?

I'm the klutz of the family.

It was an accident.

My olds reckon if I paid more attention,

"I wouldn't have accidents".

They're gonna go psycho

when they find out I swan-dived down the steps.

You didn't do it on purpose. They won't see it that way.

What about your mates? Do they give you a hard time?

Girlfriend?

Yeah, right. Nerds don't have girlfriends.

You're not a nerd.

What would you call somebody who fell off the stage at assembly?

You fell off the stage?

I won an award for metalwork. Thought it might give me some cred.

It's not like it's maths or English, right?

But it didn't?

Not after I headbutted the floor.

No, I guess that wouldn't help.

Hurts just thinking about it.

I'll just go and get some strapping for your ankle. Won't be long.

Hey. Uh, Saturday night.

Dan, I've told you,

I'm not interested in going out with your drunken mates.

Oh, come on, Jess. We're usually start out sober.

No.

God. Jess is...

Wah-wah-wah.

DAN: Jess, hey. It'll be fun.

It's important you understand that with any type of surgery,

there are anaesthetic risks involved,

particularly with the multiple injuries that David's sustained.

Mr Harris, I'm Dr Hughes.

I'm just organising consent for your brother's surgery.

Any further questions? No, thank you.

I might have a few.

Seb, the doctor said it was urgent.

Still like to know what's happening. Don't you always.

I don't want to alarm you, but time is of the essence,

and surgery's the only chance your brother has.

I'm trying to find out what's going on.

For God's sake, Seb.

Stop trying to make this all about you.

Look, David's still not conscious,

but you can see him before he goes into theatre.

We'll be there in a minute. Right. Thank you.

Jess.

I-I need to...

I was wondering, um, when... when am I going home?

We have to keep you in for monitoring a little longer.

Pretty standard for a guy with a bump on the head.

Is there anything I can get you?

No. No, thanks.

Would you prefer it if I drew the curtains?

Yeah. Uh, no.

You'd think I'd be used to it, wouldn't you?

Used to what?

Well, every time I come in to one of these places,

there's blood and stuff.

How many times have you been in the Emergency department?

This is the fourth. No, fifth.

All from falling over?

Is Dan your boyfriend?

Please. Not in a million years. (laughs)

Hey, Dan.

Er, yeah, mate?

I was wondering, could you get me the thing?

I've really gotta pee.

You shoulda got Jess to give it to you.

Yeah, like THAT'S going to impress her.

Jess. Hey.

So, what have you done to go and get him drooling?

What?

Carrot top in Sub-Acute.

Ross.

You got him so hot and bothered

he was too embarrassed to say he had to take a leak.

What are you talking about?

Oh, my God. Perceptive as usual. Ross has the hots for you.

Dan, he's just a kid. Really? Really.

Oh, well, what should I do about it?

Oh, nothing. It's just a crush.

He'll get over it, after about a decade of lonely nights

and wet dreams.

And you wonder why I'm not desperate enough to go to a party with you.

Oh, come on, Jess. You are SO this desperate.

No, I'm not. Dan!

(sighs)

You reckon that's his brother?

She's probably his missus.

Warren, listen, mate...

I should talk to them and tell them I wasn't going that fast.

You are not doing yourself any favours, okay?

When I saw him coming, I thought, "Jeez, he's gotta see me."

He just kept coming, even after I hit the air horn.

Well, that means there was absolutely nothing else you could've done.

That's what the ambo said.

Smart ambo.

I didn't even try to stop.

FRANK: Alright, move it. Let's get him to theatre.

Where are they taking him?

Up into theatre, which is a really good sign.

So I want you to get some rest, okay? That's an order.

I'll give it a shot.

Love you, Davey. Hang in there, mate.

BP's down. 85% SATs.

What's happening?

Tracheal deviation.

Distended neck veins. He's tensioning.

Quick. Back to Resus.

Curtis, I need a 14-gauge cannula.

Tensioning? What does that mean?

Air builds up in his chest and puts pressure on his heart and lungs.

It's something you can fix? We'll do all we can.

Why don't you wait in the quiet room.

I'll let you know when something happens.

Thank you. Jesus, Seb. If you've got something to say, say it.

Why? No-one listened... It's my fault. Right?

You loved that he bought that bike against my wishes.

I was trying to support him. Or get him to act like a kid.

You had him so buttoned down, he had one foot in the grave.

Well, let's just hope you haven't put the other one there.

Set up for an intercostal catheter. Will do.

You scrub for that, Hughes.

I need an ABG and an urgent portable X-ray.

Frank, the truckie was just telling me

that David never even tried to correct or slow down

when heading towards the truck.

He just drove straight into it.

Maybe he bought that bike to impress me,

but he was sticking it up you by keeping it.

SEB: He never needed to until you came along.

Because you had him so smothered.

What is this fixation you've got with me smothering him?

How is he?

We've put a drain in his chest to stabilise him.

He'll have another X-ray, to ensure it's in the right place,

then hopefully, he'll go to theatre.

That's good news, isn't it?

He's not out of the woods yet.

Has there been any change in his state of mind?

Has he been quiet? Depressed? No.

Well... yes, actually.

What?

Isn't listlessness and stuff a sign of depression?

Can be. That's rubbish.

Is there a history of psychiatric illness in the family?

None.

Right.

Is there any chance David was seeing a doctor

without telling either of you?

Well, I suppose it's possible. I wanted him to, but he said...

What?

He's 37 years old.

With you talking him down all the time, is it any wonder he...

Oh, come on.

I'm sure there's enough room in David's life for both of you.

Why all the questions?

There's some evidence that this may not have been an accident.

What are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting anything.

But if David has been seeing a doctor,

it'd be handy to know if he's on medication

or there's been any change in his state of mind.

You think he was trying to kill himself?

If you can think of anything that might shed light on things,

please, let me know.

What's happened?

Ah... Oh, there's no change.

You came out here to tell me that?

No, I came out here just to sneak a fag.

Oh, God.

Oh, sorry.

You got a spare?

Yeah. Oh, thanks.

Seb will give me one of his looks when he sees me but what the hell.

VON: I'll leave you to it. No. Please, stay.

Look, I'm sorry.

I am over-protective of him.

You don't know what it was like. When our parents died...

You brought him up well, Seb.

But don't make me feel like I'm not good enough for him.

I don't mean to make you feel like that, honestly.

Do you think he was trying to kill himself?

No. Me either.

When did it start? This nodding off and stuff?

And why didn't you tell me about that?

Bad habit. Yes, it is.

I meant the smoking.

Now, do your legs ever feel different when the accidents happen?

Well, it comes and goes. What does?

The way they go funny.

Describe 'funny' for me.

Just kind of strange, you know. Heavy.

After you've been running?

Yeah, usually.

Squeeze my fingers as tight as you can.

The other times you've been in hospital,

has anyone ever suggested you do any tests?

Like what?

Are you left-handed, Ross?

Right. Why?

Do your hands and arms ever get the weird sensation that you described?

Yeah, sometimes. That's why I dropped the jug before.

Why didn't you say something?

People think I'm making excuses.

I know your ankle's a bit sore,

but try and push against my hands as hard as you can.

Is that the best you can do?

Yeah. Look, it's no big deal, really. I'm just strange, that's all.

I don't think you're strange. I'll be back in a minute.

Oh, Jack, I need you to reassess Ross Weston for me.

Why?

He's deficit in his neuro obs, weakness in one arm,

and it's difficult to tell because of the injuries,

but probably both legs as well.

Is his GCS okay otherwise?

Yeah, but his old notes just arrived,

and he's had five ED admissions for the same types of injuries.

He says his legs go funny every now and then, won't work properly.

Well, we should wait for his parents before we do more tests.

I know, but that won't be till late tonight,

and he's got the symptoms now, but he says they come and go.

Okay. Ask Ross if he's fine with you taking baseline bloods.

I'll check him once I'm finished.

I was thinking of doing an ECG too? Yeah, sure.

Jess. Yep?

I hear carrot top's got a crush on you.

I'm going to kill Dan.

So, you jogged this morning before the accident?

Yeah. Maybe I overdid it.

Do you run a lot, Ross?

Nearly every day. With mates?

Alone.

It's the only sporty thing I'm good at.

Would you prefer it if somebody else did this?

No. No, it's fine.

Okay. And you fell straight after you went running?

Yeah, I was coming down the stairs after first period

and my legs just went out from under me.

Okay. Are you comfortable?

Yeah. Let's get started, then.

Hold on. Can I say "clear"?

Sure. But it's an ECG, not a defibrillator.

Oh, damn. I was getting ready to...

Sorry, it's not gonna happen.

Oh, look, don't look so disappointed.

It's actually a good thing.

Hey, Ross.

Oh, he's hypokalaemic? Mm-hm.

What was the last thing you had to eat?

Breakfast.

What does that hypo thingy mean?

It means you've got low potassium levels.

And what was it that you had for breakfast?

Just a couple of cheeseburgers and chips.

(laughs)

I'm hungry after a run.

How far did you go this morning?

About 10km.

I'm guessing you like lots of salt on your chips, yeah?

How'd you know?

It's the magic of medicine.

Keep him on cardiac monitoring with strict half-hourly neuro obs.

I'll chart up some IV potassium. He'll need serial electrolytes.

Have you worked out what's wrong?

No, but I will.

His serum potassium levels have decreased

and his ECG shows bradycardia

with flattened T waves with ST segment depression.

Have you done a full neurological assessment?

Yeah, and there's definitely residual muscle weakness.

Everything else clear?

Everything except the potassium.

Charlotte, Warren's chest pain's back.

Organise a Neurology consult

and think about sensory nerve conduction studies.

DAN: Pain's 5 out of 10.

His repeat ECG shows significant ST results.

Major ST elevation in the anterior leads. He's infarcting.

(strained) It's getting worse.

Draw up RPA? CHARLOTTE: Make it fast.

It looks like you're having a heart attack.

I'll give you a drug to break apart the clot.

I don't care. Just make it stop.

There's a small chance the medication may result in bleeding.

Need a hand?

Have you had recent surgery or a history of stomach ulcers?

Warren? Warren, can you hear me?

MONITOR ALARM SOUNDS

CHARLOTTE: Get the trolley!

Warren? Come on. Stay with us.

What happened?

Witnessed VF arrest. Get that RPA into him.

Charge 200.

Not today, Warren. Please.

Clear.

You wanted to see me? Yes, we did.

We've been talking,

and we both agree that there is no way David was suicidal.

Well, you know, families have been wrong about that before.

Yeah, I know, but we've been comparing notes,

and Seb...

Look, this might not be in the slightest bit relevant...

You let me decide that.

Miranda was saying that David had started to nod off

in the middle of things, and it didn't sound like him.

When Dad died, I was only a teenager,

but I remember him telling me Grandad did that,

fell asleep at odd times.

He had a disease. Couldn't drive or anything because of it.

Yeah, narcolepsy. Yeah, that's it.

Could Davey have that?

Well, there have been to show a familiar link, but nothing concrete.

But it could explain what happened today, right?

Yes. We'd have to have sleep tests.

But is it possible? Yes, it is possible.

But in a way, the cause of the accident is irrelevant.

David is still critical.

He's very lucky to have come as far as he has.

If he is to pull through, he'll need as much support as possible.

We can do that, can't we?

Good.

So, what do you think his chances are?

A few hours ago, those two were at each other's throats,

now they're thick at thieves.

Anything's possible.

CHARLOTTE: Clear. What's happened?

Charge to 360, let's go again.

I should've got Psych down.

He spend the day convincing himself that it was all his fault.

LONG CONTINUOUS BEEP

No output.

He didn't cause the accident.

Apparently the guy on the bike had narcolepsy.

How long's he been down? 30 minutes.

Do you hear that, Warren? It's not your fault.

He has an illness. He fell asleep on the bike.

Give another adrenaline.

It's not your fault.

Do you hear me?

I think it's time to call it.

Charlotte.

There's no output.

LONG CONTINUOUS BEEP

JACK: Charlotte, he's gone.

Sorry.

Anything I can do?

Maybe you came back to work too soon.

It's got nothing to do with it.

He was just minding his own business, doing his job.

And for what?

So he can die in a hospital bed on his own.

Charlotte...

He walked away from that accident without a scratch, Jack.

I know, okay? I know.

It's not fair.

I just... needed to have...

..a good day. (Cries)

Go home. Really.

Look, everyone's going to understand. Just...

You know what?

Last time I looked, I was your boss. Not the other way around.

Really?

Well, why don't you start acting like it?

(sighs) Come on, Doctor.

Why don't you take a break? I'll get someone.

Come on. You've been holding this bloke's hand all day.

Take a break.

Dan.

Even when he was telling me about the biker's behaviour,

how... how the accident happened,

all I could think about was letting you know.

You did absolutely the right thing.

Not too sure Warren would've thought that.

I should've stayed with him.

I just should've made him understand that it wasn't his fault.

As much as we'd like to save everyone who walks through that door,

it's never gonna happen.

Yeah. I know, Frank. I'm not a first-year graduate.

Sure, but do you accept it?

That's the part of the job I could never accept.

That's why I'm such a fabulous doctor.

If you lose a patient, you'd better ask serious questions.

Otherwise, you may as well be in the Dermatology department.

But once you've asked your questions and you've got your answers,

you've gotta move on.

Life's too short.

Come on, Stokesy.

Let's, uh, get you fixed up.

There you are. How's the MVA patient?

Still kicking. God knows how.

Alison Newell called for you.

Oh, God. I hope you gave her my best.

I don't use that kind of language, Frank.

I told her you were very, very busy.

Thanks. Welcome back, by the way.

It's been a bugger of a day. I forgot to say it before.

The holiday obviously agreed with you.

Yeah. Yeah, it did.

So, did it do the trick?

Yes, I think it did.

Good.

Then I can expect your full attention on the job from now on.

100%.

Excellent. Anything else?

Yes, actually.

Jack did a lot of looking in the mirror while you were away.

He stood by Beaumont before and after the miscarriage.

It took guts I didn't think he had.

Don't forget to ring Alison.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Great to have you back.

Oh, hey, Dan.

What's the status from the MVA this morning?

Uh, biker one, truckie zero.

What? The trucker died?

Yeah. He had a massive M.I.

Oh, God. That's awful.

He seemed like such a nice guy, too.

He was. I thought it was just shock.

So, what about the biker? He's still up in theatre.

He's got a cast of thousands trying to put him back together.

I didn't think he'd make it through the front door.

Uh, Charlotte, I know this isn't a great time, but Warren's wife's here.

She's in the quiet room.

Do you want me to do this?

Uh... no. I'll do it.

Hypo what?

Hypokalaemic periodic paralysis.

We need to do more tests, but, yes, your symptoms fit.

Am I going to die?

No, of course not.

No, we can treat this. Don't worry.

Really? Yeah.

We control it with medication,

but you'll have to cut out burgers and chips.

Bummer.

Oh, you'd prefer to remain the family klutz?

The episodes usually occur after exercise

if followed by a rest or carbohydrate load.

This morning you did both by going to class then pigging out.

So, I could cut school and keep the burgers, then?

No. Nice try, but no.

Can you let me know once Ross's parents get here?

I'll organise an outpatient appointment.

Sure.

How good's that, huh? No more being the school nerd.

Thanks to you.

Yeah, well, just as well you've got the crutches,

'cause you'll probably be needing them to beat the girls away.

Yeah. Right.

Jess.

Uh, I just wanted to,

you know, say thanks.

You're very welcome.

Do you ever go running? No, I don't.

Well, maybe you should.

I mean, if I can keep running, and...

..as long as I don't eat crap afterwards,

we could, you know, train together,

if... if you like.

I can't. I'm sorry.

Uh...

..my boyfriend would freak.

He's a bit of a jealous type.

Oh. I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

Yeah. I'm sorry. I lied to you before.

The boss gets a bit funny about staff going out together, so...

Dan? Yeah.

Is everything okay? Yeah.

I-I was just explaining to Ross

that, um,

we can't really tell anyone that we're a couple.

I thought that was our secret.

(laughs) Yeah.

It's tough, you know. I wanna shout it out to the world.

Dan, can you come and check some drugs with me?

Our love, it's...

..it's like a romance novel.

Dan, drugs.

Sure thing, Snuggles. We'll be back in a minute.

See you, Ross.

You lied to a patient.

For his own good.

You see, working with you, Dan,

has taught me how important it is to let immature males down gently.

Oh...

When we get around the corner, you're a dead man, Goldman.

(both talk inaudibly)

It's not Terri's fault I didn't ring you back.

She gave me the message. It's okay. It's fine.

So, what do you want?

Well, at the risk of wearing that coffee,

a chance to talk about Kathleen.

So talk.

Well, it's, uh...

..it's basically like I said this morning.

I really believe that a job would...

What, have I suddenly got Alzheimer's?

You don't have to bore me with that again.

So, you are prepared to discuss this?

I still think it's a ridiculous idea but, yes, I will discuss it.

Uh, when?

Dinnertime would be best for Kathleen.

She eats at 6:30. You can be gone by 7:30.

Fine.

Uh, well, would Friday be alright with you?

Friday it is, then.

Should I bring anything?

Alison, it's not a date. Just bring yourself.

Don't expect to stay long.

I'll make sure all the sharp objects are locked away.

Right.

I'll see you then.

Hey. How did she take it?

As well as could be expected. I called in a social worker.

Her son is overseas, apparently, and she's on her own.

Dan?

I think I might have a quick word with her.

That would be a really nice thing to do.

Hi. How'd surgery go?

Complicated.

The Ortho and Neuro teams are still with him.

Seems like every time we fix a problem up, something new springs up.

Is he gonna make it? I don't know.

So far so good, but we'll see what happens.

How are you feeling? Oh, okay.

I'm really... I'm really okay.

Good. Oi. You two.

A group of us are heading down for a drink. Do you want to come?

Uh, I don't know, mate. I should probably get going.

Vincent, it's going to be my shout.

What, are you going to turn down a free drink?

Alright. I'm there.

GENERAL CHATTER

How did you go with that young boy?

Hypokalaemic periodic paralysis. That's a relief.

I was thinking brain tumour, multiple sclerosis.

Really? Well, you were flying blind. Didn't get a chance to examine him.

Can you believe that?

What were you expecting, Jess? The golden stethoscope?

A thanks for pointing him in the right direction would've been nice.

I didn't get to thank you about last week.

Whatever you said to Charlotte was, um, good.

It was just girl's talk, nothing special.

Well...

..welcome back.

Thank you.

Are you guys growing the hops?

Yeah, come on, Dan. A girl's not a camel.

You just look like one, don't you?

Boom-boom. Tish!

Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here till Thursday.

Such a silver-tongue.

If you'd like to hear more one-liners,

you could come to the party Saturday night.

Meet some of my boozy mates, maybe?

Why do you want me to come so much?

You're my friend, Jess.

And?

And maybe you could bring Tiffany along for some moral support.

You are a conniving, two-faced...

Irresistible...

..underhanded little creep.