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Nelson's looking for you. I got held up at home.

Party a bit hard last night, did you? Did he say what he wanted?

He was wondering where you were. I'm not late, Jess.

Our shift started exactly three and a half minutes ago.

I guess you'd know. It's not like your watch would ever be wrong.

You! I've been looking for you for five minutes.

How could someone whose favourite word is 'no' never hear it, Frank?

How many times have I said, don't volunteer me for trauma call-outs?

I keep doing it because I love having this conversation.

Go have a conversation with Admin

about establishing a proper medical response unit.

You think I don't on a mind-numbingly boring basis?

Then why isn't it happening?

For the same reason I volunteer you -

there aren't enough bods because there aren't enough bucks.

Great. I'll tell the patient that when I arrive.

Take McMouth as your RN. Do I get a say?

Of course. She's a paramedic - loud enough for four.

I'll do it. On one condition. Make it snappy.

You go to Admin and you ask them to establish a proper MRU

and you promise to do it today.

I promise. Now get out of here.

Okay. Well, that's us then. Let's go. Lucky us.

SIREN WAILS

CATE: Hey. G'day.

Early 20s male. Name's Marcus.

Him and his mates thought it'd be fun to drag race here.

One of them lost control,

collected our boy and rammed him into a cement pylon.

So what seems to be the problem then? This is the problem.

Thought we'd leave things as is till you took a look.

Bloody hell.

We've padded round the metal spike, tried to stabilise it,

given 5mg morph titrated to pain, no LOC.

All things considered, he's pretty stable.

Speak for yourself. Hey, Marcus. I'm Cate.

I'll take your blood pressure and Dr Hughes will check you over, okay?

Got myself into a bloody mess this time, haven't I, Doc?

My name's Vincent. How are you feeling?

Like a dick.

I've got all these people gawking at me and now you too.

Okay, Marcus. Can you wiggle your toes for me?

Alright. Good man.

Want to tell me how this happened?

We were just hanging out.

Come here sometimes,

check out the modifications we've made to our wheels.

I was mucking around, trying to impress a couple of girls.

A mate lost control on the corner.

Next thing you know, I'm plastered to this thing, can't get it out.

Tried to pull it off but my mate told me not to.

Smart mate.

So how bad is it?

Oh, hold on, buddy. Just don't move for me, please.

I stuff up like this all the time.

It's, like, even if there are only two choices,

my DNA always makes me do the dumbest.

This is karma.

Listen, Marcus, we're going to get you off this thing.

You've got to stop being so hard on yourself, okay?

Okay. I'll try.

BP's dropped a bit, 110/70, and heart rate's elevated to 94.

MAN: Vincent, over here. I'll be back in a minute.

What do you think?

Well, you were right to leave him. Femoral artery's compressed.

So we've gotta get him off that spike without damaging the artery?

I reckon that spike's the only thing stopping him bleeding to death.

SIREN WAILS

Jeffrey with a 'J'. Guess who this is.

Right first time.

Is our esteemed Director of Medicine at her desk?

When will she be back? Well, you tell...

They need you in Resus. Attempted suicide.

You tell her I want 10 minutes of her time today.

If I don't get it, I'll hold you personally responsible.

(groans) It's okay, Paula.

You're in hospital. You're in good hands. Come on.

What have we got? Overdose.

Female, mid-30s, up to 60 tricyclic anti-depressants

and God knows what else.

Most of the containers in there aren't labelled.

We're doing bloods for the drug screen.

How was she at the scene? Drowsy but rouseable.

She started hallucinating in transit and her GCS is 10.

Pupils are sluggish. She's tachycardic.

BP's 110/60, but her systolic was around 90.

So she took them a while ago?

She's had Naloxone 6mg IV total with little effect,

and the ECG shows lengthened QRS intervals.

Give her another 4mg Naloxone. Set up for an infusion.

And give her charcoal after the stomach lavage?

Better late than never. We'll need a contents analysis.

Have we contacted her next of kin?

The police called her husband at work. He's coming in.

Who called the police? The patient did, apparently.

They had to break in.

If she was trying to impress her husband,

let's hope he knows what else she took.

You think she did this for attention? Frank, that's ridiculous.

You don't know anything about this woman.

I know she took a bucketload of pills and called for help.

What else should I know? Find her records - see if it's a one-off.

DRILL WHIRRS What are they doing?

Rescue have gotta chip away at the concrete for a bit.

Why would they do that?

To see how deep the spike goes into the cement.

We'll get you out after that.

How are you doing?

Starting to stress out, actually. Are you in any pain?

I really need to get out of here.

I know. I understand, we'll get you out. Relax.

Like, now!

Hold on, hold on. Stay still, please. Please.

You move and your leg will start bleeding, man.

Easy to say - "Stay calm, keep still."

It isn't you that's stuck in this bloody position.

Hey! Marcus, I need you to stay as still as possible.

Do you understand me?

Alright. Good man. Come on.

Can't you just cut me out of here? Wouldn't that be faster?

The whole roof could fall down on me. Mate, that's not gonna happen.

This is why we're doing what we're doing. It's slow but it's safe.

Do you understand?

I'm cold.

Cate...

Hey, where are you going? What's wrong?

Nothing wrong.

If he keeps shivering,

he'll pull his leg off that spike and bleed out.

There's a takeaway place nearby,

I'll grab some bags of Hartmann's, see if we can microwave them.

We've gotta get warm fluids into him.

Hello. My name's Graham Murdock. My wife Paula's here.

Oh, yes, Mr Murdock. I'm Jessica. I've been looking after her.

Can I see her? Is she awake? Come through. I'll buzz you in.

Has she said anything? Is she alright?

She's not really making much sense at the moment

and we're unsure about exactly what she's taken...

She's awake?

Follow me. I'll get the doctors to explain.

No, please...

Paula, I'm going to give you some charcoal

to stop your body absorbing the drugs that you've taken.

This might be a little bit uncomfortable

but it's something we have to do.

This is Mr Murdock, Paula's husband.

Frank Campion. How is she?

She's overdosed, we think on anti-depressants.

Graham? It's me. You okay?

She's delirious, Mr Murdock.

Has she asked for me? Did she say what happened?

No.

We know she's taken some anti-depressants,

but to treat her properly we need to know what else.

Can you tell me what medications might've been in these bottles?

She took all that? That's what the police found.

Paulie, what were you thinking? Mr Murdock?

She uses lots of medication. I wouldn't know how much is there.

Right. How was she when you left this morning?

Apart from being quiet, fine. We argued before I went to work.

Mm-hm. What time was that?

I got there about 9:00.

Traffic wasn't too bad.

Maybe left home at 8:30.

It's me, Paulie. Are you okay?

Give her something to calm her.

We're doing everything we can for her.

Come with me. I'll show you where to wait.

No, I'll wait here.

I'll let you know if there's any change.

Temp's still up. 39.2.

Okay. Give paracetamol, 1g PR. Sure.

I'll clean her up.

Timing.

Charcoal - the gift that keeps on giving.

Think I came on strong with Frank before?

Rhinos have pictures of Frank in their lockers.

He's the pin-up boy of hide. Don't.

What? Make me think of Frank as a pin-up.

Seriously, do you think I was out of line?

Since when do you care if you're out of line?

Hey, I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to take it out on you.

Are we okay? Yeah. Yeah, we're okay.

Have you heard from Stuart? I'm sure he's fine, Jess.

I'm not so sure, Dan.

You know, people deal with stress differently.

It doesn't mean that they're seeking attention or being manipulative.

Maybe it's a genuine cry for help.

Do these look like finger marks to you?

Yeah.

She's got them on this arm too. Frank, look at this.

She's got finger marks on both arms.

Didn't her husband say they were fighting this morning?

Yeah, he did.

Hey, where are they taking my mate? They're not arresting him, are they?

I don't know. Hey, hey, Marcus, keep still, will you? Please.

I'm only interested in getting you out in one piece.

That's all we need to be concerned about at the moment.

Okay. Marcus, these fluids have been warmed, so pretty soon...

How's that? Oh, man, that feels great.

Good.

Don't suppose it came with a pizza too?

(laughs) Now I know you're feeling better.

How's it going? BUZZ: This'll take hours.

I can't go any faster without the risk of the spike moving.

How deep is it in the concrete? No idea yet.

What's going on? It's taking a bit of time, mate.

Come on, You've come this far. You can go a little bit further.

(screams) Stay up, stay up.

Hit a soft spot in the cement. The spike shifted.

Femoral artery? Yep. I think he's lacerated it.

Is that bad? Am I going to die? Please don't let me die.

Hey, hey. Calm down. Come on. You've gotta trust me on this one.

How is she? Has something happened? No, no. No change.

Graham, I need to ask you more questions.

You said you and your wife argued this morning?

Yeah. It's my fault she's in here.

I should've shut my mouth and let her have her say.

Has she done anything like this before?

No.

She always threatens to, but I always run away to work

and when I come home, she's always there.

I should've realised this morning was different.

Listen, Graham...

No, no. You don't understand - she was wild.

I had to get physical with her, grab her and throw her out the way.

I had to get out. If I'd stayed, I don't know what I would've done.

Apart from your GP, has she seen any other doctors recently?

Why would she do that?

Maybe to get more than one prescription.

You think she went doctor-shopping to stock up for this?

I don't know, but she has taken a lot of different drugs.

If I'd gotten home today and found her,

I don't know what I would've done.

I'm afraid you need to prepare yourself

for the possibility she may not have called for help soon enough.

I can't imagine why she'd do this.

I mean, sure, we've got problems. All couples do.

I need to be with her.

Okay, Paula, I'm going to put some alcohol on your finger,

give it a jab, take some blood, and we're done.

Would you like me to hold that? It's okay.

No, I'd like to. Please. Sure. Just keep pressure on it.

How's she going? Chest X-ray's clear.

There's no evidence that she's aspirated any tablets or fluid.

Blood?

Positive to benzodiazepines and TCAs,

as well as some unidentified compounds,

so I'm thinking they might explain the temperature.

Which is? Dan, have you got the temp?

39.2 and BGL 3.2.

Stomach contents? Still waiting on those.

We can't help her if we don't know what she's taken.

Paula, it's me. It's Graham.

It's okay, it's okay.

If you can hear me, Paulie,

just remember the first face you see when you wake up,

it's going to be mine.

The first face you see when you wake up, it's going to be mine.

They are fast-tracking the stomach contents right now.

Good.

Jack, shouldn't that paracetamol have kicked in by now?

Yeah.

Should I give her a tepid sponge bath?

Give it a couple of minutes.

Mr Murdock, Paula hasn't been ill recently, has she?

No. Why?

We're just having trouble lowering her temperature.

That's not going to affect her, though? She's going to be okay?

Well, she may have taken some slow-release medication.

At this stage, all we can do is just wait and see.

For how long, for God's sake?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, doctors. I know you're trying to do your best. I'm sorry.

It's okay.

DRILL WHIRRS

Hey, how's the pain? Not bad.

It's not going to happen again, is it?

No, mate.

The boys have promised only one per customer.

He's still hypotensive but the BP's holding.

Right.

The other good news is, the bleeding's stopped.

What were you saying about karma?

Talk to me once I'm outta here. Things are looking up, you know?

Yeah, maybe. I guess.

That's the most dangerous time, isn't it?

That's when it usually turns to crap. That's not true.

It's karma. I'm telling you.

The popliteal pulse is faint. The dorsalis pedis is absent.

Now, Marcus, sometimes you make good decisions and sometimes bad ones.

It's how you deal with the outcome that makes a difference.

So, what, you've got to be a glass-is-half-full kind of guy?

Well, yeah.

Wouldn't hurt to try, would it?

How do I do that here? Mate, I wouldn't have a clue.

Suppose it could've been worse.

I could've lost my dacks in front of those girls I was trying to impress.

How do you know it wouldn't have impressed the hell out of them?

Hey, Buzz, got a second? Yep.

Listen, he's losing pulses in his leg. How much longer?

Shouldn't be long till we have room to get the angle grinder in there.

And how much vibration do you reckon we'll get from the grinder?

Well, we've supported the spike as best we can with wedges,

but there's no guarantee that'll stop movement once we start cutting.

It was dumb luck that we nicked the artery.

We could have completely severed it.

We can't afford to let that spike move even a millimetre more.

That spike's bedded into the cement further than we anticipated.

You got a better idea, I'm happy to hear it,

but right now, we don't have a choice.

It's the only way to get him out.

We'll take it slow. I promise.

Alright.

So, how long have you been married for?

Um... next Thursday would... will be our 20th anniversary.

20th anniversary.

She was only 17 when we got married.

I remember she wanted to write her own vows.

I said she had to be careful what she promised,

because that would be forever.

Look, take a break.

I'll give Paula a bath while you're gone,

and you'll both feel better.

I thought a female nurse would do that.

They're all busy.

It's nothing personal,

but it's something Paulie wouldn't be very comfortable with.

Mr Murdock, it really is just part of the job, so...

I don't care. You are not touching my wife.

Oh.

I'll, um...

..I'll see if one of the nurses is available.

Pisses me off.

Come on.

It can't be the first time someone's been uncomfortable

about you sponging a female patient.

No, it's not, and it pisses me off every time it happens.

I mean, what does he think?

The only reason we became nurses

is so we could get our jollies washing sick people?

Who knows.

Why won't people let you help them?

I mean, you'd think if you'd been in a relationship for 20 years,

they'd want you to look out for them.

Right.

You share the good times, so why can't you share the bad?

It's not like you'll walk out because the going gets tough.

That's why you've stuck with the relationship for 20 years -

you want what's best for them, you want them to get better.

That's what you'd want them to do for you.

Right.

I mean, that's, um... that's what her husband should be thinking.

Yeah, but she, your patient -

she's not the one refusing your help.

Now, they are going as fast as they can on the stomach contents,

but there is a backlog, and without those results, I am flying blind.

Then go with what you know.

She's positive to benzos and TCAs, meaning?

Keeping an eye out for toxicity in the cardiovascular system

and the peripheral and central nervous system.

I know, Frank.

Then stop whinging and get back to work.

Well, it's just, I was hoping you might shed some light

on to why her temperature's still up.

I can't,

which is why I'm putting a rocket up Pathology's collective arses.

Yes, Goldman?

You should know that our devoted husband wants a female nurse.

Talk to Curtis. He's your boss. I already have.

There's something about that guy.

All touchy-feely with his wife in here,

but covering her with bruises at home.

He explained that. I'm telling you how I feel.

SIREN SOUNDS

Seizure started 10 seconds ago with no obvious precursors.

She was hypotensive but she was having some multifocal ectopics.

Vomited about 100ml of activated charcoal.

Her NPA's distracted.

JACK: Dan, IV Diazepam 10 milligrams, please.

Get the sats probe and cardiac leads on.

DAN: Diazepam 10mg in. Why is she fitting like this?

It's a reaction to the drugs. Go to the quiet room.

I'll get you when this is controlled.

Dan, call Radiology, tell them an urgent head CT,

and we'll get her down soon.

Don't put yourself through this. There's no need. I'll see you soon.

Has her brain been affected? Will she know me when she wakes up?

Can you please leave?

More IV Diazepam - 10mg, thank you.

And where is the Pathology report?

Frank, we need the stomach contents analysis now!

Diazepam 10mg in.

What the hell has this poor woman taken?

Far enough downwind for you?

Depends what you're planning to do.

Those things will kill you eventually?

Yes, I read that on the packet. So why keep doing it?

I don't know.

Maybe the same reason that you eat too much.

Life on the edge, hey?

It could be a way of getting a couple of small wins in, you know,

before the final round.

Bloody big gamble if you're not serious.

Only if you think about it.

PAGER BEEPS Yep.

Thank you, Frank.

Did Jeffrey with a 'J' page me and then piss off?

Not everything's about you. Jeffrey's doing something for me.

Where's Kathleen?

That's what he's doing - he's taken her down to Records.

How long have they been gone?

Don't stress. He can be trusted. Not with my daughter, he can't.

According to you,

I neuter my male staff as an employment condition. Remember?

Anyway... Jeffrey said you wanted to see me.

Yeah.

I sent Hughes on a trauma call this morning,

and he bitched again about our team size.

And I took an ED nurse out.

Oh, look, Frank. You know, we've had this conversation.

I mentioned we've have had this conversation ad nauseam.

We're having it again? Cause he's got a bloody good point.

It's professionally embarrassing and medically inept

that he goes out alone.

Alright. Give me something in writing, I'll take it to the board.

I've got a budget surplus in another area.

With the right submission,

I might be able to reallocate those funds to the medical response unit,

providing it's tactfully worded.

You know me. Don't I just.

Gee. Under two minutes. I'm impressed.

You remind Jeffrey with a 'J' this place is riddled with cameras

and I've got mates in Security.

I already have.

Anything else? No, no, no.

Hey. A bit of warning would've been nice, Frank.

If you're gonna kick me out of ED, you could let me know yourself.

What are you squawking about?

"Dear Dr Quaid, as a... blah blah blah."

Why do they make these things so bloody long-winded?

It's not as though I've been stuffing up around here.

I've been pretty good, actually.

I think my performance in this department has been outstanding.

Blow your own trumpet a bit more.

Oh, I see. You've been bumped over to a surgical rotation.

Well, have fun with it. I don't want to be a surgeon!

There's hope for you yet. I mean it.

Call Admin, tell them you can't spare me?

I can't.

You work in all departments until you become a grown-up doctor.

(groans) This sucks! Maybe.

You can spend the next two weeks whinging about it

or you can practise kissing the surgeons' backsides right now.

In fact, I can to page Vincent for you? You could start straightaway.

Ha, ha. This really, really sucks.

I start to find my feet around here and then, you know...

For goodness sakes. We're not losing you. We couldn't be that lucky.

I like being here full-time, Frank.

Have you seen how much time Hughes spends down here?

What makes you think you won't get under my feet just as much?

What should I do, pat you on the back and say, "It's alright, Jack?"

No, of course not.

Maybe. Yes.

You're arrogant enough to make a fine surgeon. Now get out of here.

Look, what's the worst that can possibly happen to you?

You'll improve your golf game. I don't play golf, do I?

Oh, but you will, Jack. You will. PHONE RINGS

Campion.

What do you want, Hughes?

They're still at the accident site.

No definite ETA, possibly within the next 1.5 hours.

They've already had one artery scare, so get a theatre on stand-by.

What shape's he in?

Stable, but Vincent's worried it won't stay that way.

Difficult extraction.

(scoffs) What?

They could handle onsite complications if they had proper MRU.

Instead, we end up dealing with it.

Get an acute bed ready in case Resus isn't clear.

It's the last time I'm a nurse down

because we don't have proper protocols in place.

Cry me a river, Nelson.

Okay. Well, thank you for getting to her so fast. Bye.

Pathology results on Paula Murdock's stomach contents.

About time. I was just on the phone to Radiology.

Her head CT's NAD, so there's no organic cause for the fitting,

so that's one piece of the puzzle out of...

Bloody hell.

This woman doesn't need any complications -

she's a human pharmacy.

Frusemide, simvastatin...

Either of which would account for her temperature.

How's the head CT? Clear.

What was she doing?

She's taken everything from anti-depressants to antibiotics.

She's even thrown in aspirin just for fun.

With all that stuff,

it's a wonder she picked up a phone, let alone dialled.

(Paula groans)

Okay. Let's get another 5mg of Diazepam,

phenytoin 250mg, slow IV push, Dan.

We'll be transferring Paula to an intensive care unit.

There's also a possibility she may end up on a breathing machine.

No.

We've talked about that,

and neither of us wants to end up a vegetable.

It's too early to think like that.

I know it's not much comfort,

but she called for help before she overdosed,

and so there's good reason to think

that she really doesn't want to die and she'll fight this.

I tried to give her everything she ever wanted.

I was a good provider.

I took care of her, made sure she was safe.

She didn't have to worry about a thing.

We can't always make our partners happy.

I should have seen the signs.

Sometimes there aren't any.

Now I look back that far, and...

..I don't even know where things started going wrong.

KNOCK AT DOOR Are they still downstairs?

Why don't you ask your friends in Security?

Very funny. Yeah, I thought so.

Make yourself at home.

Listen, I want to ask you something.

When you, um...

..when you dropped your bundle, what happened?

I really object to the term "dropped your bundle".

Yeah, no, no, no. Okay, okay, but what happened?

I tried to explain that to you a long time ago.

You didn't want to know. Well, I do now.

Why?

Because...

..because you're right.

It's a question I should have asked you a long time ago.

Look, you never seemed to understand how...

..totally out of my depth I was when Kathleen was first diagnosed.

You were so completely focused on her, so good with her...

You cut me off, Frank, physically, emotionally,

to the point...

..the point where I just couldn't bear another minute of it.

I hated myself because I couldn't bond with my own daughter.

And I hated you because you could.

So, there you go.

No snappy comeback?

So it wasn't just attention-seeking, then?

Why on earth would you think that?

Alison, you're a doctor - you knew how many pills to take

and exactly when to ring me so I'd arrive in time.

That's why you were angry, because I didn't die?

No, no. I wasn't...

Yes, alright, I was angry because I thought it was a stunt,

but I was also scared.

Because if you'd tried it again and succeeded,

I didn't know how I'd go on without you.

So you shut me out even more? Frank, that doesn't make any sense.

It did at the time.

Anyway, I won't apologise for concentrating on Kathleen,

because she needed it and so did I.

But I do apologise...

..for not being a help to you.

We both behaved badly.

And you're partly right.

I was after your attention.

Release cricoid pressure. Von, have you got a minute?

Inflate the cuff.

Could you look at the oropharynx for me?

Yes. What am I looking for? You tell me.

Okay.

Alright, you've got multiple small lacerations,

you've got inflammation,

and I would say that somebody tried to shove something down her throat.

That's what I thought.

Add that to the bruising on her arms.

I think you've got an assault victim, not an OD.

Dr Campion. Walk with me.

If she was force-fed those drugs, it creates a more credible timeline.

Her husband claims she was fine when he left for work at 8:30 -

no pills - but the ambos arrived about 9:00

and she was too far gone to make sense.

She had to have ingested the pills well before 8:30, Frank.

Has she been asking? Did she tell you what happened?

Will she know me?

Remember, the first face you see when you wake up,

it's gonna be mine.

You've spent lots of time with him today. What do you think?

What's going on? Why are they stopping me seeing my wife?

Dr Quaid needs a few more minutes with Paula before we can see her.

Mind if I ask some questions?

I've told you everything I know. Well, I'm a stickler for detail.

Just ask my staff - punctilious to a fault.

I'm trying to imagine what it'd be like

coping with someone who threatened those things.

Must have been driving you crazy. It hasn't been fun.

If she wasn't threatening suicide, she was threatening to leave.

Mmm. Did she do that often?

Threaten to do things and not follow through?

All the time.

I said to her, "Marriage is like anything else.

"You don't go into it unless you're serious,

"and if it goes wrong, you make it right, no matter what."

She didn't buy that? No. She wanted to give up.

She said we'd outgrown each other,

like we were a pair of fashion accessories.

After you found every pill in the house to teach her a lesson,

how'd you get them down her throat?

With a funnel? Because that'd explain the trauma in her throat.

You're insane.

How long did you hold her down

till she was so far gone you could go to work?

This is bullshit!

You better hope this hospital's got good lawyers,

because you're gonna need them.

Graham Murdock, you're coming with us.

I haven't done anything.

What's going on?

Our loving husband turned out to be not so loving after all.

Let that be a lesson to you. What?

Never assume anything.

Paula, I don't know if you heard earlier when Graham said

his would be the first face you'd see when you wake up,

but he was wrong.

We know what's happened and the police have taken him away.

He can't hurt you now.

Excuse me. Trish Turner on the phone. Said she's a social worker.

Shall I take a message? No, thank you. I'll take it.

Hi, Trish. How are you?

A little nervous, to be honest.

I didn't think you'd have a decision this quickly.

Who is she?

My daughter.

Your what?

One of the things I had to sort out.

I haven't seen her since she was a baby.

She grew up in the Territory with her mother's family.

Why didn't you tell me about her? I haven't told anyone.

Till now.

You don't keep something like this

from the person you're supposed to be in love with.

I know, I know, know.

I'm sorry.

A social worker from the community is bringing her down next week.

I only just found out.

Why have you left it this long? To get in touch with her, I mean.

I just thought that she would be better off with her mother's family.

Well, you're full of surprises, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

You're doing great, Marcus. We're almost there.

Remember what I said -

don't think about the minutes, take it one second at a time.

I'm trying. You're doing really well, Marcus.

I don't think I can hack this much longer.

Of course you can. You've come this far. We're almost there.

My leg's getting really hot.

Hang in there, Marcus. We're almost done, mate.

No. I've got to get out of here.

No, no, no. No, no, no! Don't move!

(screams) Get the tourniquet!

Femoral artery's ruptured. He's bleeding out.

He's lost a litre of blood already. Get him on the trolley.

You guys on the left, you on the right.

Cate... I got it.

Femoral artery's severed. Intubate. Size 8 tube and cricoid.

Just do it.

Buzz, call All Saints - tell them we've got a ruptured femoral artery.

Yep.

Tell them he's lost three litres of blood. I want theatre on stand-by.

Will do.

Also, tell them he's got 10 minutes before bleeding out.

Righto. Come on, Marcus.

Marcus McCallum, 22-year-old male,

prolonged extrication after impalement on metal spike.

Deep lac to the right leg, just above the knee.

Femoral artery involvement.

Extensive bleeding at the scene. Lost over three litres of blood.

Tourniquet's applied. It's been on for 15 minutes now.

Became unconscious on extrication, had to be intubated at the scene.

Is everyone ready? One, two, three.

Theatre's ready for him. Great.

Okay. Come on, let's go, people.

Nearly done? Nearly.

Graham Murdock's being charged with attempted murder.

Did you know? Serves him right, I guess.

I wonder what really went on there. Don't know. The guy has problems.

Are you okay? Yeah.

I, um... I don't suppose you want some company tonight?

My parents are having friends over.

No. I think I'll have an early night.

Dan, you've never had an early night in your life.

Yeah, well, you know, tonight's the night.

I'm bushed, okay? So... raincheck.

Sure.

Lorraine?

Listen, I'm really sorry I pushed in like that before.

I sometimes forget I'm not a paramedic anymore.

Don't worry.

If you couldn't handle intubating, I would've knocked you out of the way.

Old habits die hard.

It's great to see Dr Hughes working well with someone in the field.

What do you mean?

Look, let's just say he's a much calmer person round you

than he was with Stu.

You must bring out the best in him.

I hope Marcus is going to be okay. Yeah. Me too.

It'll be touch and go with that leg. He lost a lot of blood.

Yeah.

You were really good with him, Vincent.

So were you.

What? Oh, it's nothing.

Just - well, I was watching you out there today.

I haven't seen that Vincent in months.

I just want you to know that I've noticed.

Well, thank you very much.

I better get going, otherwise I'll be too tired to walk to my car.

Actually, I would like to know where this new Vincent came from.

Perhaps we could do it over dinner.

Dinner would be great.

Good. Well, your shout. Of course.

Go home, both of you. You look like crap.

Oh, gee, thanks, Frank.

Hey, Frank... Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know.

You went out understaffed - you want me to promise it won't happen again?

Depends on how good a submission you make.

I hassled Newell. She wants you to write a report.

If you make a strong enough argument for an official MRU,

she'll put it to the board.

Happy?

As a matter of fact, I am.

Tell me you haven't been in bed all day?

If you don't wanna know, don't ask.

Listen, mate... you really need to get some help.

I'll come with you if you want.

I'm fine.

I hate this, Stu.

I hate having to lie to Jess, I hate...

When will you tell her you're back?