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What burns me is they don't have
the decency to knock on the door

and tell us face to face.

Exactly. Being evicted.

At least send us a singing telegram.

It's alright for you.
You're leaving, aren't you, Von?

(dryly) Oh, poor Nelson.

What do you keep looking at?

If this guy doesn't pass,
I'll organise today's first customer.

You right, mate, hey?

Road-rage - you, Nelson?

Looks like our first customers
have already been organised.

Registered nurses, mate.
Over there, thanks.

MAN GROANS

CATE: Keep this on.
It'll help you breathe more easily.

Oh, good timing.

Can you look after
these guys over here?

No problem. We'll get some gear.
SASHA: Copy that.

Another truck's on its way.

How is she?

BP's 110 on 85. I'm a bit worried
about her airway, though.

Open up your mouth for me
a little bit.

I'll get you to lie down, okay?
Nana!

It's alright, sweetheart.

You're with me. Come on.

We're going to lie you flat.
I'm going to hold your head.

Von, is that you?

It's Victoria, Victoria Carlton.
Is my grand-daughter alright?

Moderate deformation to the vehicle.

No seatbelt.
No passenger airbag fitted.

Straight through to Resus.

CATE: She had an LOC
for about five minutes.

We had to sit her up because
of the extensive facial trauma

and the bleeding
occluding the airway.

FRANK: Suction en route?

Yep. Her GCS is 15,
BP is 110 systolic.

We've got another incoming.

Got it.

SASHA: Toby Semple, 22 years old,

suspected fracture
of the left femur and patella.

GCS 11 at scene,
increased to 13 en route.

Where's Pru? Where's my sister?

I'll find out.
First we've gotta get you sorted.

Terri. I've got this.
VON: Terri?

Yeah, what is it?

VICTORIA: In the back.
I need to see her.

It's okay, we are looking
after your grand-daughter.

Is Lucy hurt?
Fine, she's fine.

Who's Lucy?

Mitch Stevens's daughter.
Great.

THEME MUSIC

FRANK: Good, she's pre-oxygenated.

A hundred of Sux.

Criocoid pressure, please, Hughes.

Less, I can't see what I'm doing.

Come on, you bloody...

Okay, I'm in.

Air entry?

Good bilateral.

Okay, inflate the cuff.

Prepare a morphine
and midaz infusion.

We'll organise for the plastics team
to come down and evaluate.

Chest X-ray to confirm
tube placement?

When it's in.

That eye doesn't look too good.

Possible detached retina.

We're going to need a consult there,
probably a dental one too.

Looks like she's lost
a lot of teeth.

Standard for motor vehicle accidents
that we take a blood alcohol level,

so we will give a sample to you
and one to the police.

Great.

G'day, Toby.
Hi.

I thought you were an ambo.
At the accident you...

I just happened to be passing.

Lucky for me, hey?

I just need to get details
of your next of kin.

Hasn't Pru given you that?

Yeah. I just need to get them
from you, personally.

Okay, whatever.

Dad will kill me when he finds out
I've written his precious car off.

There you go. That should make
you a little more comfortable.

Is she alright?

She'll be fine.

Can you wiggle your toes
and your fingers for me?

Good girl.
Now, can you tell me your name?

Lucy Stevens.

That's right. Good girl.

We need to take a look at your head,
but you know what?

I think Terri here might do that
because she's got very gentle hands.

Okay.

Okay.

Thanks, Charlotte.

Where's my nana?

She's with the doctors and as soon as
I can I'll take you to see her, okay?

Okay.

It's sore.

Yeah, I know.

But if you let me help you,

I'll show you how
to make butterflies.

Butterflies?

Yeah. Really pretty ones.

Just need to make sure the lap sash
hasn't caused any internal damage.

I'll check up on Lucy.

Thank you.

Nelson,
Mrs Carlton's off for an abdo CT.

Terri - she okay, you reckon?

Well, it's Murphy's Law, isn't it?

Just when she seems to be getting
on top of things, this happens.

Because if we don't make sure
it's really clean

and there's nothing nasty in there,
you could get sick.

Like my nana?

Yeah, but we're making her
feel better, aren't we?

Now, listen, look at me.

This might hurt a little bit
so I need you to be brave.

Okay.
Good girl.

Alright. Nearly there.

See, it wasn't too bad was it?
Well done.

What about the butterflies?

The butterflies, okay.

I'll do one for you right now.
What a good memory you have.

Good girl.

There you are,
what does that look like?

(chuckles)

I know you, don't I?

There you go.

Okay, that's good.

Okay. We're done?

Yeah, thanks.

Is my sister okay?

We'll let you know
when we have information.

Can't you tell me anything?

Well, they're still working on her,
so...

Well, the good news for you
is no spinal injury.

And the bad news?

I think you've broken your femur.

Your patella is definitely displaced.

So let's organise
an orthopaedic review.

Sure.

Um...

..what about his drowsiness?

His GCS was 13 when he came in.

He was drowsy when he came in?
And disorientated.

Toby, did you hit your head
in the accident?

Um... I'm not sure.

Pupils are equal and reactive.
No major head trauma.

It could be a mild concussion.

Order a head CT?

Yeah, and let's just keep him
on hourly neuro obs.

Sure.
Thanks.

Hey, I'd really like
to see my sister, man.

I'll just get rid of the body armour
and I'll see what they can tell me.

Thanks, man. Tell her I'm fine.
I don't want her worrying.

Sure.

You see the Le Forte fracture?

At least her spine's intact.
Hmm.

Hey, Frank. Frank, what can
I tell her brother?

Tell him I want to see the Corn
Flakes packet he got his licence in.

And...

And that his sister may just
be unlucky enough to survive.

Get up. What are you doing?

You know,
I dropped the admissions forms.

Why are you mucking around
with admission forms?

Well? Haven't you got enough to do?

You know, for once I agree with you.
I have.

Where's Terri? She's NUM.
Let her take up the slack.

She's taking up some other slack.
It's a difficult day for her.

It's a difficult day for everyone.

Terri?
Hey, hey, no.

Terri!
Leave it!

Alright, fine. Just don't complain
to me about your workload.

You've left one.
Come on, chop, chop!

You okay?

How's Lucy?

She's fine.

I've got paperwork I'll put on
your desk to get sorted out today.

Yep. Sure.

I'll take over the floor
if you like.

I don't think
Frank would appreciate that.

No, I've already taken care
of Frank, okay?

Victoria is asking for you.

(sighs)

ST elevation in the anterior leads.

Is this pain similar
to your previous cardiac pain?

Worse.

Let's go with anginine
and repeat ECG in 20 minutes.

Aspirin?

300mg.

Aspirin?

What good will that do?

Hi, Victoria.

How's Lucy?

She's got scratches
but she's going to be fine.

Chest pain?

And he wants to give me aspirin.

I'm going with anginine
under the tongue.

I'm concerned about
a possible infarct.

Thank you for coming.

Seatbelt injury?

Tenderness and ecchymosis to the
right-side clavicle, chest and abdo.

Oh, God!

It's alright. Try and relax.

What are you doing down here?

The ward closed down.
I've been here quite a while.

Did Lucy recognise you?

She said she thought she knew me.

She's starting school this year.
It's brought up a lot of questions.

I'm sure it has.

I don't know what to tell her.

Righto. Swallow this for me.

Place this under your tongue.

I suppose we'll have to talk
about how we'll handle this.

Well, there may be nothing to handle.

You don't believe that.

You try and get some rest.

We need to inform next of kin.
There's just the two of them.

I know this is hard.

Just do everything you can.
Lucy's already lost her mum and dad.

Want me to ditch these?
They're all cut up.

Yeah, and stink of piss.

I can't believe I wet myself.

If I realised I was going
to drive into a pole,

I would've done the same.

How will I explain what happened
to Dad when I don't know myself?

(sighs)

Oh, man. He's going to kill me,
after last time.

You've had an accident before?

Yeah, yeah, about six months back.

I had a prang in a car park,
broke a tail-light.

He went ballistic.

Well, parents need to let it out too
once in a while.

Your old man's the same?

Um... no, he's pretty cool, actually.

Yeah. Well, my dad
can't stand the sight of me.

JESS: What is that?

She inhaled them.

Oh, great. Teeth.

Organise a Bronchoscopy.

They'll have to come out,
otherwise she'll get an infection.

That's the least of her worries.
Is ICU ready for us yet?

Still waiting on the call.
Right.

Frank, Prudence's father's here.

Take him to the Quiet Room.
I'll get there in a second.

Come with me.

Frank.

Yep?

Patient in Sub-Acute - shortness
of breath and central chest pain.

I think she may be having
an anterior infarct.

You think? Not like you to be unsure,
Jacky-boy.

She came in from the MVA but has
a history of coronary heart disease.

How's the chest?

Seatbelt injuries
to the chest and abdo.

Right collarbone
is definitely broken.

I've done an abdo CT
and chest X-ray.

And?

Still waiting on the pictures.

Did she present with chest pain?

No, they started here. Why?

Just wondering if her heart attack
caused the accident.

I don't know if she's infarcting -

I'll come after I've dealt
with this other situation.

I don't wanna wait. Or talk.
I just wanna see my daughter.

I just wanna see her!

Mr Semple, please, don't...

That's not my daughter in there.
It can't be.

Please take a seat, Mr Semple.

Pru's a beautiful girl.
I don't know who that is.

I know it can be hard to take in,
but she's alive

and we're doing everything we can
to make sure she stays that way.

What can you do?
Did you see her face?

We're getting a bed
in Intensive Care for her,

and we've got a plastic surgeon
to come and assess her injuries.

Please, take a seat.

How did it happen?

Apparently she wasn't
wearing a seatbelt.

We're treating your son too.

He has a broken leg but otherwise
he's in good shape.

What, Toby's in here?
In emergency?

Yep. Would you like to see him?

Mr Semple?

Uh... yeah, I suppose I should.

Toby, your father's here, mate.

Dad. I'm sorry, mate. Look,
I don't know what happened, I swear.

I'm really sorry.

Your sister's a mess.

She'll be okay, though, right?

What were you on?

Hey!
Hey!

Hey, mate, calm down!

I swear, I wasn't on anything!

Should've been you.

Are you okay?
I'm fine.

Dad!

Take me back to my daughter.

Tell him I wasn't on anything! Dad!

Get that line back in.

So your nana wasn't sick?

She didn't complain
about having any pain or anything?

We were just driving along
and then there was this big bang.

Okay.

Hey, what are these?

Butterflies.
Right.

They're pretty cool, aren't they?

My daddy was a doctor.

Yes, I know.

He was a really good doctor.

Yeah, I heard that too.
They said he was very special.

He was.

You decided against
calling Security, did you?

Well, it's his daughter, Frank.

And that's his son.

Well, he's calmed down now, so...

You're developing quite a talent

for dealing with hysterical fathers,
aren't you?

They'll be taking her
up to ICU shortly

and there she'll be assessed
for facial surgery.

Those X-rays arrived back
on Victoria Carlton.

You might want to take a look.
Mm-hm.

Fractured sternum.
I'm thinking myocardial contusion.

What's your plan?

Monitored bed for 48 hours,
watch for arhythmias, serial ECGs

and Troponin levels.

And organise chest physio.

She's going to be alright?

Looks like it.

Why don't we tell her
the good news?

It wasn't a heart attack?
Thank God for that.

I'll need you to do
some deep breathing exercises,

even though it'll hurt, otherwise
you'll risk developing pneumonia.

Whatever it takes.

Once you get on to physiotherapy,
make sure you keep it up.

I know what I'm doing.

My daughter was a physio, or...

..have you forgotten?

No, of course not.

I'm glad you had good news,
Victoria.

So am I. How's Lucy?

She's asleep, but I'll bring her
in when she wakes up.

Would that be okay?

I remember you said she might
be frightened the night Mitch...

Well, all the monitors and things.

I'll let you get some rest.

Terri?

Let her go.

Here you go. Victoria's happy snaps.

How's her abdo CT?

Didn't know those scans were back.
I got carried away with the chest.

I'm a leg man, myself.
Huh.

Damn.

Mr Semple.

I'm sorry, I need to ask you
questions about your son.

Why are you so convinced that Toby
was under the influence of drugs?

If there are things that you know
or things you've noticed,

we need to know about them too.

This is your son, Mr Semple.

If he has an addiction, don't you
want us to help him deal with it?

According to Toby, there's
no problem, but I know what I see.

What do you see?

He was a good kid.

We thought he'd do great things,
you know, but...

..one thing led to another.

Stuffed up his HSC.
Couldn't hold down a job.

Doesn't have to mean drugs.

A couple of months ago...

..found him on his bedroom floor,
passed out.

Come in late from a party
the night before, pissed.

He was so out of it, he wet himself.

Of course,
afterwards he denied everything.

She'd only got the braces
off her teeth three weeks ago.

Look what he's done to her.

I tried talking to him about it.

All I do is drink with my mates.
You know, it's pretty standard stuff.

It's not like I drink and drive,
take drugs, anything like that.

Once Dad's got an idea
in his head, that's it.

Yeah, right. Give me a minute.

Charlotte, Toby's GCS was 13
on arrival, yeah?

Yep.

That could warrant
a full drug screen, couldn't it?

Why, just in case?
Yeah.

Well, who knows what will show up?

You know, Frank's not going
to wear any unnecessary tests.

You could sweet-talk him, though?

If there's anything there it'll show.
We'll know once and for all.

Yes, and we will make damn sure
the father knows too, won't we?

I know it's an expense,
but we should be thorough.

We should.

Besides, if I knew nothing about it,
how could I possibly complain?

JACK: I was thinking laparotomy.
Yep.

She's got free blood and air
in the abdominal cavity.

She'll need to be prepped
for theatre.

Take bloods, send them
for group and cross-match.

Yes, I know.

I was just after a confirmation,
Vincent, not training.

Want a surgical consult or not?
Yeah, I do.

Sorry, mate. I'm just not firing
on all cylinders today.

I can see that. You look like..
Crap. Thank you. I've been told.

Victoria? This is Dr Hughes,
our surgical registrar.

I've asked him to look at you,
if that's okay?

Why? What's the problem?

I need to look at your abdomen,
if that's okay?

Thank you.

Ow!

Some tenderness.

Mm.

What does that mean?

You may have some internal bleeding.

Probably a tear in the bowel,

so we need to do an exploratory
laparotomy to locate and repair it.

I need an operation?

Yes. It's a fairly
straightforward procedure.

I'll just organise
the consent forms.

I'm not consenting to anything!

Victoria, this is not an option.

I'm not signing anything
until I talk to Terri Sullivan.

I've seen the abdominal CT.
You need this operation.

It's not a matter of being stubborn.

I don't want to consent to surgery
until we've talked, that's all.

Well, talked about what?

If I go under the knife,
I'll be here a while

I have to sort out
what'll happen to Lucy.

Well, I can organise
a social worker...

Oh, don't pretend you don't know
what I'm asking, Terri.

I know we haven't always
seen eye to eye,

but you care about Lucy
and you would look after her.

I have no right to ask,

but I can't let her go into care
after what she's been through.

Victoria, this is a fairly standard
exploratory procedure.

I am that little girl's world,
Doctor, do you understand that?

Promise me you'll look after her.

Of course I will.

Thank you.

Right, let's get you prepped.

Right. There are the consent forms?

I need to know what to tell her.
She's been asking questions.

Yes, and I think she deserves
to know the truth, don't you?

You tell her what you think
is appropriate.

Would you like to see her?
Oh, yes, please.

I don't know what I'd do
if my old man was like that.

What is your old man like?

Big Kev Goldman? He's okay.

Seriously?
Yeah.

We get together, have a few beers,
pay out on the women -

you know, quality father/son stuff.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

What's your old man like?
I bet you're his princess.

'Pumpkin' is as bad as it gets,
and then only after a few wines.

What about you, Jack?
Get along with your old man?

No.
Okay.

Jess, where's Hughes?

Crushed foot. Sub Four.
Good.

Get an ortho consult.
We should be able to save it.

Vincent, as much as I love you -
go home.

No, I've got laparotomy
heading for theatre.

Bob Croker just had
a bouncing 9lb baby boy.

I don't know why he uses imperial
measures. Quaint, isn't it?

He's coming in to do
the laparotomy. Off you go.

Dead man walking.
Go on, go. Go home.

You haven't seen my home. It's
a shambles. I had an unruly guest.

Then... rule her.

I'm going to be a little while
getting better,

so Terri here says
she'll look after you.

Would you like that?

She made me butterflies.
And they're lovely.

Now, I want you to promise me
to be very good for Terri

and make me very proud.

That's my princess.

Okay.
Okay. Come on.

Alright. I want you
to say goodbye to Nana.

I'll see you soon.
Yeah, see you soon.

Nana's going away for a little while

but the doctors will take care
of her, okay?

Is she going to heaven?
That's where my mummy and daddy are.

No, sweetie,
she's not going to heaven.

Well, Miss Lucy,
don't you look thirsty.

How about some juice?

Now, what would your favourite be?
Orange?

Apple.

Oh, apple! Come on, then.

Okay. Off you go with Von.
See you in a mini.

What about something else to eat?

INTENSE MUSIC

Lucy's teaching Von to draw
in your office.

It's all about crayons, apparently.
Thanks.

Toby Semple's drug tox screen.

Ah...

No alcohol, no drugs.

Just like the man said.

Well, why is the father
so convinced?

He told me about finding Toby passed
out on the floor, he'd wet himself...

He'd wet himself today too,
and he was drowsy.

That sounds like a history
of symptoms to me.

And we're thinking the same thing,
aren't we?

I think I'll speak to his GP.

Your doctor said you fell
down the stairs a couple of years ago

but you had no ongoing problems?

No, no. I had memory loss
for a few days, that's it.

You must have had a head CT then.
Yeah. It was clear.

Toby, your dad told me about
the time he found you passed out.

Look, it was over a year ago and
I wasn't stoned then either, okay?

What do you remember about that?

Nothing.

Only his reaction.

Waking up on the floor,

going down the stairs and...
him giving me an earful.

"What are you on now, son?
Where's your stash?

"If I find it, I'll flush it."

Thanks a lot, Dad.

Thanks for nothing.

We ran a drug screen on Toby.

It came back negative.

Paul, did you hear what I said?

Toby wasn't on drugs
when the accident happened.

He wasn't even drinking.

Plastic surgeon's reckon they can
put Pru's face back together

with minimal scarring.

Didn't tell me what they meant
by that, though, 'minimal scarring'.

Mr Semple, it looks as though
Toby may have had a seizure.

What?

Is there a history of epilepsy
in your family?

No. That doesn't make sense.

He's never had a fit,
not that I've seen.

You know, the vague-outs at school
may have been mild seizures,

and you may have seen Toby
after a major seizure -

in his bedroom that time.

But there's no history of it
in my family, or his mother's.

His fall down
the stairs two years ago.

That may have been
the result of a seizure.

TOBY: Epilepsy?

We're not sure yet.

We need to get you off to theatre
to get that femur pinned.

Once that's over,
I'll refer you to a neurologist.

So I had a seizure?
Yeah.

I don't remember anything
about that at all.

I just...

I just remember them
pulling me out of the wreck and...

(cries) Oh, God. Pru!

It's okay, Toby.

I remember blood, lots of blood.
It was hers, wasn't it?

Toby, we need you to calm down.

Her blood was all over me.
I couldn't even get out.

Toby, calm down.

It was my fault. Is she dead?
Your sister is not dead.

Dad was right.
It should have been me.

It shouldn't even be her.
She didn't even...

Jess!

Roll left.
Watch his leg.

Diazepam.
5mg.

You going to do the bottom part
of the skirt?

I think I'll do that...

Back in a sec.

Victoria's in recovery.
Everything went okay.

That's all I know.

Do you want to tell her?

Are you sure?
Yeah.

Hello, Lucy.
Hello.

Your grandma had her operation
and she's okay.

Oh, it's okay.

You must be a good doctor too.
Oh, well...

No, you're right, Lucy.
He's a very good doctor.

Can I give you two ladies
a lift home?

It's alright. We've ordered a cab.
Thanks anyway.

Okay.
Alright. Come on, sweetie.

We'll come and see Nana tomorrow
but pack up so we can go home.

Good girl. Oh. Want to take
these home with us?

Yeah.

Fresh air and a smoke.

Toby's going to be okay.

I've sent him for an EEG and
referred him to the neurology team.

And his leg?

It needs pinning.

Your son needs you, Paul.

Is that right?

He's been covering
for me for years.

He lied to protect me back then.

He's always tried to be
a good son to me ever since and...

..all I've ever given back is grief.

So now I get what I deserve
and little Pru pays the price.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Toby didn't fall down the stairs
that time.

I knocked him down.

And now he's chucking fits.

You knocked him down the stairs?

Oh, mate.

I was so out of it - uppers,
downers, you name it, I popped it.

Knocking him down the stairs is
what got me clean, made me wake up.

I put myself through detox,
got myself back on track.

And Toby lied about what happened.

Yeah, he said he tripped
or something.

So when Toby started losing the plot,

you thought he was following
in your footsteps?

Mr Semple, it's highly unlikely
that fall caused this, okay?

It's entirely possible that these
seizures would have started anyway,

for some other reason.

We look for cause and effect,
and it's not always there.

Oh, yes, it is.

Eventually you pay the price,
for everything.

Okay.

I'll be back in a few moments
with your X-rays for theatre,

then we'll finally get that leg
patched up for you.

It wasn't your fault, Toby.
You had a seizure.

That's why you can't remember
the accident.

Toby, theatre's ready for you.

You'll be on crutches
for about a month

with a knee immobiliser and a cast,
but you should make a full recovery.

They can cut my leg off,
for all I care.

That's a stupid thing to say.

Pru would give you a fair kick
if she heard you talking like that.

Your sister's going to pull through,
mate. Isn't she?

Yep, she is.

So she's going to need our support.

So you and me, we're going to have
to get our act together.

Problem?

Highly individual system.
Can't really face it today.

I thought you had an early mark.

Yeah, I did.
I've got a few files to go through.

Customer.

Nelson.
Kerry?

Is Von around?
I really need to speak to her.

Right.

If you take a seat,
I'll see how long she'll be.

You know, it's too busy.
No, no. She shouldn't be too long.

It's okay.
Kerry.

Kerry!

Hey, Kerry, hang on.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Of course you should have.

Hey.

Besides, Von wouldn't want you
running around the place in tears.

I had to get out of there,
but I've got nowhere to go.

I'm so sorry, this is such a mess.

Hey, hey, hey.
We'll go get a cup of coffee.

Von will be off shift soon.
You can talk to her then, okay?

Okay. Thank you.
Okay.

Beth?

Beth!

For months I've been thinking
something was going on between them

but then I convinced myself
that I was just imagining it.

I didn't want to believe
it was happening.

I thought I'd been through
enough after Mum's death.

It hasn't been
an easy time for you.

I'm so sorry, Nelson.
You don't want to hear this.

You don't even know me.
Kerry, I don't mind.

Besides, Von would have my hide
if she knew that I'd left you alone.

You know what the worst thing
about this is?

It's such a cliche.

I found them in our bed -
my boyfriend and my best friend.

You'd think they could have been
a little more imaginative.

I suppose they could have.

Well, hello.
Von.

What are you doing here?

It's Colin.

He's not who I thought he was.

Oh, dear. That sounds ominous.

I just had to get out of there, Von.

Uh... well, do you want
to talk about it? Ah...

Look, Kerry, you know, there's no
point trying to sort this out here.

Why don't you come back to our place
and you could sit down and talk.

Is that okay?

Of course.

Beth?
Vincent, what are you doing here?

How did you get in?
I'm sorry?

How did you get in my house?

Sorry, I don't...
You were there. You took my keys.

You're talking nonsense.
I think you better leave.

Stay the hell away from me, alright?

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

I'm warning you. Leave me alone!
Is that a threat?

If you threaten me again,
I'll call the police.

I won't stay long.
I wanted to check you're okay.

I probably should have phoned.
Oh, no. I'm glad you came.

I checked on Victoria.
No post-op problems.

Oh, good.
Mmm.

Thanks for being there today.

Feeling any better?

I can't believe Lucy's actually here.
I never thought I'd see her again.

I keep going in there
to check I haven't imagined it.

(chuckles)

It's silly.

It's a lot to take in.
Yeah, it is.

Are you going to be okay?
Yeah.

Yeah.

Anyway, I should head off,
let you get some sleep.

No. Stay for coffee at least.

Okay. One cup.