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SIRENS WAIL

PANTING AND MOANING

I've got to go to work. I've got to go to work.

Meet you for breakfast? Yeah. Yeah.

You're on. OK.

'Bye. 'Bye.

Take it easy, mate.

Please...let me go!

Through to Acute, Manny. What happened?

20-something male, public concern-for-care call.

Apparently he was wandering down the middle of the highway

screaming at cars.

How are the vital signs? BP, pulse and temp all elevated.

BSL 4.6, pupils dilated and unresponsive.

No wallet or ID on him? Just a mobile phone.

A young girl took off as we arrived on site. She might've been with him.

Anything else we should know about? He vomited on the way in.

Hard to assess his GCS but I think he's slowly deteriorating.

Take it easy, mate. No, you need to keep these monitors on, OK?

They help tell us what's going on, alright?

I'm Dr Everleigh. I'm just gonna listen to your chest.

(Groans)

Can you tell us your name, mate?

(Cries) Come on. What's your name?

(Groans) Ry...Ryan.

Ryan! Great! OK, what's your surname, Ryan?

(Groans) Sean? Sean?

You in pain, Ryan?

(Groans)

I need to feel your abdomen.

You let me know if this hurts, alright?

Can you tell me what you were doing in the middle of the road tonight?

OK, I'm just gonna shine a light in your eyes, OK?

(Screams) Light demons!

Light demons? It's OK.

Look - little light sabres. They hate them, OK?

No!

He's not a 'Star Wars' fan, is he?

He's photophobic, pupils are dilated and they're not reacting to light.

(Groans)

Have you taken any drugs tonight, Ryan?

What do you think's going on?

I don't know. His chest is clear and his abdo's soft.

You still here, Von? No, not for long.

See you, Cate. 'Bye, Spence. See you, Zoe.

Casey Taylor, 15 years old,

suffering Duchenne's muscular dystrophy.

His father couldn't rouse him so he called us.

Casey Taylor. You know him?

Yeah, from a home assessment.

His father didn't want help.

Pulse 52 and steady, resps 19... Where's his dad?

He's following behind.

It was tough work getting a cannula in with his contractions.

Veins are harder to find in DMD patients.

On three. One, two, three.

Come on, Casey. Open your eyes for me.

Come on, Casey. Any response?

Just a twitch to painful stimuli.

Casey, my name's Spence.

I'm a doctor and you're in All Saints Hospital.

There's muffling in the lower lobes.

Good air entry bilaterally. Pupils are small but reactive.

Casey, we need you to open your eyes. Can you open your eyes, mate?

Come on, mate. You can do it.

Good man. That's it. That's it.

Spence, his resps are down to 12.

Any chance this is an asthma attack?

No history of asthma.

Could be bronchitis or pneumonia.

MAN: Where's my son? Casey?

Ricky, you do the bloods, please.

Casey? Casey! Uh, Mr Taylor...

Thank you. Hello. Von Ryan. Remember me?

I visited you regarding...

I want to see my son.

Yes, I'll take you in there. Give them a moment to settle him in.

Mr Taylor, I'm Spence, the doctor who's been assessing Casey.

Has he been unwell? Is he gonna be alright?

Well, he's still unconscious, but he's able to be roused

and he appears to be stable.

Thank God. So he's gonna be OK?

Uh, so far so good.

I, um...I just found him like that.

He was alright earlier today?

Yeah, yeah, same as he usually is. He is going to be OK?

We're doing some tests. Hopefully that'll shed some light on things.

I want to see him. I'll take you.

Then it'd be helpful if you could give us some details.

I told the ambulance guys everything.

We know that, mate.

We're just trying to find out what's wrong with Casey.

He needs to be turned regularly.

He gets pressure sores on the left side.

We'll look after that. Please, Von. I can't do without him.

I love him.

Bonjour, Madame.

Frank!

I was lucky you didn't stray too far from your hotel.

I would never have found you. What are you doing here?

Buying you a cup of coffee, or maybe a croissant.

I have an appointment.

Cancel it. No.

You can't just turn up here unannounced

and expect me to drop everything.

Come on, Evie, I've just spent 24 hours on a plane.

I have to go. I want to talk to you!

I'm sorry. Marry me!

You came all this way to propose?

Well, I could've called you, but this seemed to be more...

What, insane?

Do you even remember why I came over here?

Yes, I was an idiot and you didn't give me a chance to redeem myself.

I gave you 100 chances, Frank.

I'm sorry you wasted your time.

VON: It's important we go over Casey's day, Paul.

I told you, it was pretty normal.

Yes, but... Please, sit down.

Please.

Right, by 'normal', what do you mean?

I washed him, turned him, gave him his medications.

I really think I should be with him. No, he's in good hands.

He's got a consultant paediatrician with him.

Doesn't come better than that.

Great, but I know what's best for him.

Paul, please.

PAUL: What's happened?

Casey's still having a lot of trouble breathing.

Do you know of anything that might be causing that?

Not really. No.

Was anybody else with him today?

Paul's been Casey's full-time carer since he was six.

And you don't have any other help?

His mum left. I'm sorry about that.

Don't be. He's a great kid. He makes it easy.

Yes, but looking after someone with Duchenne's is hard work,

especially on your own.

I'm not complaining.

How long was he lying in bed before you found him unconscious?

Couple of hours.

Said he was tired so I cleaned him up, gave him his meds

and tucked him in bed early.

You're sure he has no allergies? Positive.

Before today, how's he been, generally?

Fine.

You said he'd lost some weight.

How much weight? 10 kilo, maybe a bit more.

Has he lost it quickly? Yeah, fairly quick, yeah.

What's Casey's drug regime?

Prednisone, Coloxyl, Baclofen, sodium valproate,

diazepam, nitrazepam...

How long ago were the doses set? About a year.

I think we're looking at a benzo overdose.

How do you figure that?

Give Casey anexate, 2.5mg IV, please, Ricky.

Yep. It's because of his weight loss.

Kids' drug dosages are often calculated on their body weight.

And as Casey's level was set a year ago

when he weighed considerably more,

his dose has gradually become too potent for him.

Paul, there's no way you could've known that.

Are you sure that's it? We'll soon find out.

This medication should reverse the effects pretty quickly

if it is an overdose.

Anexate, 2.5mg going in.

CATE: Hi, Casey. You're in hospital.

How are you feeling? There was a mistake with your medication.

Fortunately, your dad here caught it early.

You're gonna be fine.

Why, Dad?

Why did you do this to me?

Evie...

I'm meeting someone.

And yet I don't see anyone here but you - and me, of course.

I have nothing to say to you, Frank.

We'll, I've got plenty to say to you.

Look, I know I buggered things up

and I was too late to stop you from leaving,

but I'm here now, Evie, and I meant what I said.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Evie, I was missing you before you were out of sight.

Oh, Frank! And I was missing you when we were in the same room.

(Sighs)

What are you doing now?

Oh, Evie, please, listen to me.

Ah. (Speaks French)

(Speaks French)

Um, Frank, this is Jean-Pierre.

Enchante. What the hell's going on?

(Speaks French)

We have to get to rehearsals.

MEDICAL EQUIPMENT BEEPS

(Groans and pants)

Now, temperature is still too high, mate.

(Ryan pants)

Isn't there someone we can phone for you, like your parents?

What about that girl that you were with?

Do you want me to give her a buzz for you?

(Groans) Hey?

Ryan?

(Pants)

(Ryan sobs and groans)

Sorry, Ryan. There goes your mobile.

Just as well they're made to bounce.

(Shouts) Get away from me!

Whoa. It's OK. It's OK. It's OK. Get away!

It's OK. There's nothing there. Get 'em away from me.

Shh! Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

Ryan, hey? Look at me.

See? There's nothing there.

There's nothing there - you see?

OK? (Whimpers)

SPENCE: Mr Taylor, you may not want to talk about this,

but we need to know what's going on.

It never ends.

Casey gets worse each week.

You know, he can't swallow properly, so he can't eat.

He...cries at every physio session.

Sometimes, he even starts crying before we go in.

You know, you try listening to your son crying with the pain...

..not being able to do a thing to stop it...

That'd be hard on any parent.

A fat lot of use I am. I couldn't even...

Couldn't even what, Paul?

Did you knowingly...

..give him too much medication?

No-one should have to suffer like that.

MEDICAL EQUIPMENT BEEPS

What year are you in at school?

Why would I go to school?

I don't know. I just thought you might...

I'll live for five more years if I'm unlucky.

Cate? Would you like to take a break?

I'll stay with Casey.

Thanks.

I'll be back to check on you a little bit later, OK?

We can talk about what subjects I should take at uni.

We know what's been happening.

Don't be afraid.

Your father won't be hurting you anymore.

(Laughs)

Hurt me?

He was supposed to kill me.

He promised.

(Cries)

(Sobs) He promised.

How long ago did Casey tell you he wanted you to help him end it?

A couple of months.

Right after his swallowing started to go.

(Sighs)

He must have been over it in his head a thousand times.

Said it wasn't just about him -

that I'd be able to get on with my life too.

(Chuckles) It's a fair point.

He is my life.

You, uh, didn't mention it to Von when she saw you?

And what exactly would she say?

She could have put you onto counselling services.

They can help with, uh, coping strategies.

Yeah?

And how do you cope when it gets so bad,

your boy can't lie in bed without being in agony?

Mate, I'm not saying there's any simple...

No, I want to know - when he's reduced to begging me to kill him,

what strategies do I use to say no?

I honestly...don't know.

How do I answer when he says, "If you really love me,

"you'll do this one thing for me"?

Can you imagine that?

Can you imagine what it feels like when your boy asks you that?

No, I can't.

The only thing he's ever asked me for in his whole miserable life...

What did you use - the diazepam with the nitrazepam?

Mm.

I crushed it up and...

..put it down his gastrostomy PEG.

I was shaking so much, I split half of it.

But I thought I could do it, you know?

I really thought I could.

He had it all planned.

I had the best day in ages.

Dad took me to the movies,

then the beach.

He told me how much he loved me.

But he never went through with it.

He tried to.

Not hard enough.

Maybe you asked too much of him.

No!

I was ready.

We both were.

But he goes and chickens out on me.

After he promised!

He's your dad, Casey.

He loves you.

Yeah.

Well, not enough.

Well, when you love someone...

..it's very hard to let go.

It's not like I can do this myself.

I just want it to be over.

I thought he understood.

Oh!

Oh, I think he does.

You can't blame Dad.

You don't know me...

..or love me!

Shh!

Please!

(Sobs)

Help me and my dad.

You do it!

You need to take another look at Ryan.

What's wrong with him? He's all over the shop.

One minute he's aggro, next minute he's scared and hallucinating.

Could be the temperature. Has he had the paracetamol?

Yeah, but it hasn't done much - his temperature's still 39.5.

Well, I thought it might be a gastro infection, but these rule that out.

Ah. Looking like a bad trip, yeah?

Tending that way but the toxicology isn't back yet.

He gives me a bad feeling. Hmm. I'll go look at him.

Yeah. MOBILE PHONE RINGS

I'll be a minute.

PHONE CONTINUES RINGING

Hello?

No, it's not. This is Dan Goldman.

I'm a nurse at the All Saints Emergency Department. Who's this?

Hi, Rosie. Um, yeah, he is in here with us.

You wouldn't happen to know his surname at all?

Fraser. Thank you.

Yeah. We don't know what's wrong with him as yet.

You might be able to help us with that.

Was he with you at all, earlier on tonight?

Cate's in with Casey, right?

There should be two nurses with him at any one time.

Sure. What's up?

He just asked me to kill him.

God. How did you handle that?

I need a cigarette.

Whoar!

How can a 15-year-old be that desperate?

I mean, surely most MD patients have a good quality of life?

With standard muscular dystrophy, yes.

But Duchenne's is much more brutal.

By 10, sufferers are usually in a brace,

just to walk.

By 12, they're often in a wheelchair. Not many make it past 20.

Jesus.

MEDICAL EQUIPMENT BEEPS

G'day, mate. I need to listen to your chest again.

How is he?

Get him out of here!

He'll come around. You've just gotta give him a bit of time, OK?

Come on, mate. You know I've gotta do this.

I know you're pissed off and you don't give a toss.

What's happening isn't fair, right?

So, here's where you tell me about all the people in the world

who are sicker than me, right?

Wrong. I think your situation sucks.

I also think that if Von had have done what you'd asked,

she'd have gone to jail.

I guess I'm screwed, then.

Looks like you're all just going to leave me like this.

No way. No.

We're gonna do everything we possibly can

to make your life as comfortable as possible.

Good luck with that.

I know it's not giving you much, but it's all we can do right now.

Righto?

DAN: What's he taken?

Nothing. Clear for benzos, amphetamines and narcotics.

Then what are we dealing with? Don't know.

No infection, renal function's normal,

his blood alcohol's 0.01.

Any old notes? No.

And, well, I've tried calling Rosie back,

but she's not answering.

How's his temp? Yeah, it's just under 40.

That's still too high. I'll give him another tepid sponge.

Look, his fluids are almost through.

I'll grab a bag of normal saline from the fridge for a cold infusion.

Good idea.

Do you think he's having a psychotic episode?

No, not with his temperature.

He must have taken something. Mm-hm.

(Groans)

(Shouts) Get away!

Hey!

(Ryan shouts) No! No!

Hey!

(Strains)

Nobody is going to hurt you.

Give him 10mg of diazepam and get him into Psych Obs, yeah?

Sounds like a good plan.

(Groans)

The situation with Casey's a tough one, hey?

Complex.

How is he?

Angry. Hurt. His chest doesn't sound too good.

No air entry in the lower left lobe, widespread crackles.

So, things aren't bad enough -

now he has to get another massive chest infection.

It seems that way. I'll go and check his chest X-ray.

Why shouldn't we do what he wants? We don't play God, Cate.

That's not what we're here for.

We're...we're more humane to our pets.

If there's nothing we can do to make him better,

maybe we should be helping him.

That's a pretty slippery slope, Cate.

It's not like we don't do it all the time.

Speak for yourself.

No, I mean, we're the ones

to decide when to end a resuscitation, are we not?

Sounds like he asked the wrong person to kill him.

What's the difference?

Where's the line?

I know where it is for me.

It's right at the point

where you draw up a lethal dose of morphine,

stick the needle in the patient's IV

and look them in the eye until they can't open theirs anymore.

It's at the point where you stand there,

while their heart rate fails on the monitor and then flat-lines,

where you don't hit the alarm - you simply turn the monitor off

and you walk away.

It's not just one line.

You've gotta be willing to cross them all.

Now, which one of you is gonna do that for Casey?

I'm just gonna freshen you up a little bit, OK, Casey?

Thank you.

Come on in.

(Whispers) I don't want to upset him.

He needs you.

I'm sorry, mate.

I'm so sorry.

I'm trying to be strong, Dad.

(Sobs)

But I can't do this anymore. Shh.

Where the hell are those orderlies?

I told them that it was urgent.

Diazepam didn't do anything.

Ooh!

Oh, God!

You OK? Oh, God.

Couple inches lower and I wouldn't have been.

Are you right to try again?

(Moans)

Come on. Get in.

OK. (Moans loudly)

Take it easy, Ryan. What the hell is going on?

OK, that should make it easier.

What is going on?

(Moans)

Whatever it is, we need to find out quick.

My bet is drugs. Still drugs.

Yeah, yeah. Mine too.

But we've got two drug screen results telling us differently.

Well, heart rate's 130 and his temperature's spiking at 41.

We'd better get some ice sheets on.

(Ryan groans)

Dan? Rosie Collins is outside. Says she's a friend of Ryan's.

Go. Go. Maybe we'll get some answers.

(Moans)

Hey, Dan, this is Rosie Collins. Yeah, we spoke on the phone.

Yeah. How's Ryan? He's really sick.

He's running a dangerously high fever and we can't get on top of it.

But he's gonna be alright, isn't he?

Well, we're pretty sure that he's taken something.

We just need to know what it is.

I don't know what you mean.

I'm not playing games, Rosie. What drugs has Ryan taken?

He doesn't do drugs. He's not gonna be in any trouble.

I can't help you.

This is very important, Rosie.

I know you were with him this evening.

What were you doing?

Nothing. Just...just hanging out.

Do you want to come and see him? No.

You don't want to see him? Look, I've got to go.

Rosie, he needs you. Look, I hate hospitals.

I can't stand the smell.

Why don't we go somewhere - somewhere quiet -

and I'll get you a cup of coffee?

Hmm?

(Clears throat) Dr Frost.

Daniel. This way.

Are you OK?

Yep.

Do you mind if I ask you a question, Paul?

You agreed to help Casey.

What made you change your mind?

I...I want him to experience more.

Don't get me wrong - I don't want him to suffer or anything.

I just...

I have to believe this can't be as good as it gets for him.

And I know he's not gonna play for Australia or anything.

But...

..he's never even been with a girl.

I mean, there's a chance...

..that there's someone out there that could fall in love with this.

Do you reckon he'd still want to end it

if he had a girl that was crazy about him?

MONITOR BEEPS

Excuse me.

Sats are dropping.

What's happening?

Casey has widespread decreased air entry.

His lungs are filling up.

Increasing oxygen.

OK, setting up for intubation.

Sux and thio coming up.

Hold on. Wait.

We don't have to do this.

Yes, we do.

No, we don't.

We could just let nature take its course.

What about all those lines you were talking about crossing?

There's a world of difference between euthanasing someone

and not intervening medically.

Keep bagging him.

How is he?

He's not too good, Paul.

He's got a chest infection

and his heart and lungs are struggling to fight it.

Right.

He's in danger of going into a respiratory arrest.

So what do we do?

We have two choices.

We can attempt to resuscitate him,

or we can...

You mean let him...

And if you help him, what would you do?

We'd intubate him,

put him on a ventilator and assist his breathing,

and start him on antibiotics.

And if you don't do that?

We'd start him on a morphine infusion,

make him more comfortable.

Well, would he be in any pain?

Definitely not.

Then, um, how long would it...

I wouldn't think too long.

What would you do if you were in my position?

Well, it's strictly between you and your son, Paul.

But I do know you're being provided with a no-guilt option here.

Yeah...

I mean...

..I want Casey to find peace.

Is that what you want us to do, then?

Let him go?

I'm sorry, Paul, but I need an answer.

You can sit with Casey for a while.

Paul's going to sit with his son.

We'll give you some time alone, Paul.

We won't be far away.

Please...

Nurse, stop, don't...don't go!

Put the tube in.

Are you sure you want us to do that?

I've changed my mind. Please... I can't...I can't do it. Save him.

Please save him!

Need to intubate. Sux and thio.

ET tube.

Sux and thio in.

HEART MONITOR BEEPS

Ryan needs help.

If you know something that could help us help him...

You don't un... ..you need to tell me.

You don't understand. He has a drug record.

So he did take drugs? What drugs?

That's not what I said! For God's sake!

I'm not a cop. OK? I'm just trying to help.

Look at him. Huh?

Take a good, long look at your boyfriend.

(Sobs) I can't do this!

What? I'm sorry.

So where are you going?

He's crashing!

Ricky! Resus cart.

SEAN: Start compressions. I'll get the restraints.

New output. Resume compressions.

Adrenaline - 1 milligram.

Come on, Ryan.

Ryan, come on!

Adrenaline going in.

Still in VF. Have atropine on stand-by.

It was Jimson. He took Jimson weed.

What? He took what?

Shit. Hold the atropine - it'll kill him.

Start an infusion of, uh... physostigmine salicylate.

Got it.

How did he take it, Rosie?

How?!

Seeds. He ate some seeds.

Alright, thank you, Rosie. Can you wait outside now, please?

We'll come and get you and let you know what's going on.

What? What the hell is Jimson?

It's hallucinogenic and highly toxic.

It's like magic mushrooms.

We know what we're dealing with. It's a bit bloody late.

MACHINE BLEEPS Clear.

Merci. A bientot.

Darling, just give me a second.

OK? OK.

Don't do this.

Now, that's funny, because that's exactly what I was gonna say to you.

You need to go home, Frank.

No, what I need is for you to marry me.

And I'm not going anywhere until I am damn sure

that you understand just how much I love you.

Oh, Frank, I never doubted that you love me.

Well, then, what are you buggerising around

with Marcel Marceau over there

when you should be marrying me?

Because sometimes it's not enough just to love someone.

You have to want to be with them.

What... Really be with them.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

Just listen to me - for once. Please.

Jean-Pierre knows how to have fun.

(Scoffs) He's romantic.

He makes me laugh.

He listens to me, Frank.

And he makes me feel special.

And I need that.

I'm a fool for love, Frank.

And you're no-one's fool.

Ca va? Yeah.

(Mutters indistinctly)

Pupils fixed and dilated. How long has he been down?

51 minutes.

What a waste.

I'm calling it.

Time of death - 6:02 hours.

MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY

BEEPING STOPS

He's dead, isn't he?

I didn't have a choice.

The cops, they would have locked him up

if they caught him in possession again.

Is Jimson even illegal?

Wouldn't have mattered. They had it in for him.

They would have found a way to lock him up.

You don't know that. (Sobs)

This is all my fault, isn't it?

Yeah, it is.

I asked you over and over and over again what he'd taken.

And if you'd told me when I asked you, he wouldn't have died.

I...I didn't want him to get into any trouble.

You can stop worrying - he'll never get into trouble again.

SIREN BLARES

Cate!

Morning, Zoe. Resus.

This is Jenna and her daughter, Molly.

Hi, Jenna. I'm Cate.

And I'm Dr Gallagher.

Molly can't breathe properly.

I could hardly get her out of bed this morning.

OK. Molly, we're just gonna listen to your breathing with this, OK?

(Molly coughs)

Have you noticed blood on her lips before, Jenna?

Oh, God. Why is she bleeding?

It's probably nothing to worry about.

She might've just bitten her lip.

Are you OK?

Uh, just take a step back.

What have we got?

An 8-year-old girl, Molly, brought in by her mum.

She's presented with difficulty breathing

and she's coughed up blood.

Jenna, this is Dr Spence. He's from paediatrics.

'Spence' will do.

When did you notice something was wrong?

Um, this morning when I tried to get her up,

she was lethargic and her breathing sounded weird.

She has decreased air entry and crackles.

Hi, Molly. I'm Dr Spence.

We're gonna see what's making that cough, OK?

(Molly coughs)

Do you see him? That's Eddie the Elephant.

He's gonna help me listen to that grumbly old chest of yours. OK?

Excuse me. Is Dr Sean Everleigh on today?

Yes, he is. He's been working tonight. He'll be around somewhere.

Can you let him know I'm here, please?

Sure. Thank you.

Have you been eating some snap, crackle and pops today, Molly?

Er...ears are clear and the glands don't seem to be up.

Get a line in.

Do FBCs, UECs, LFTs,

serum catecholamine, serum glucose and an insulin level.

CATE: And a chest X-ray.

Jen?

When did you get back? A few days ago.

(Sobs)

Oh, thank God you're here.

You're late. Actually, I was early...

Then why didn't you respond when I paged you?

I've been working all night, Jack. I'm tired.

I don't appreciate waiting around to do a handover.

Don't do it again.

Hey! Hi.

Hi.

Where do you want to go for breakfast?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Can we make it tomorrow night?

(Whispers) I promise I'll make it up to you.

I think I can handle that. (Giggles)

Good. Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow. OK.

OK. 'Bye. 'Bye.

(Sighs)

God, what a waste.

What is?

I lost a young guy last night

because his girlfriend wouldn't tell me the truth.

I mean, is it too much to ask for a bit of honesty?

Well, some people can't handle honesty.

Yeah, well, not me, man. I tell it as it is.

Like same as you.

What?

Bianca's married.

I didn't want to tell you, but I don't think she's going to.

Huh.

The incy wincy spider went up the water spout.

(Sean babbles playfully) Here he comes.

Oh, shh. Don't hit.

(Speaks indistinctly)

Yes.

(Eve sings)

that you don't see the tears

broken and blue

is all that I have left

and the sadness you gave me

AUDIENCE MUTTERS

AUDIENCE CHEERS

We used to sing those songs, you...

..your mum and me.

We used to sing those, um...

was milking a cow

she didn't know how

and gave her the sack

and poured the milk back.

(Laughs) Remember that?

You used to laugh your head off there in the back,

eating your lollies and snakes.

There we go.

You'll be wanting this kind of service at home soon,

won't you, muffin?

Don't.

Do you know that Uncle Sean hated that when he was your age?

He seems to have forgotten that, though.

Hasn't he?

Can I have a word? Yeah.

Jen.

Back in a minute, darling, OK?

Why don't we do something fun while they're gone?

Hey? Wanna do that, Molly?

Do you know how to play knuckles?

It's not what we're expecting to find, I'm sorry.

Molly's chest X-rays show a marked shadowing in her lungs.

What does that mean?

Um...

Is it bad?

Jen... No.

It's... I don't want to hear this.

Jen, we need to know.

You told me there was nothing to worry about,

that it was just a chest infection.

I can't...I can't take it. I can't take it!

We need to do some tests to find out exactly what we're looking for.

(Sobs) Not again.

(Continues sobbing)