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JACK: Well, this doesn't look good.

VINCENT: That's why we're here.

Welcome to the Medical Response Unit. Come on, boys. Let's go.

OK, green tags - walking wounded.

Orange is seriously injured.

White ones for the dead and red is nonsurvivable injury.

You right, mate? Help me, please.

OK, I got it.

OK, Lorraine, where do you want us?

Uh, there's more inside - all kids. Cougars rugby league team.

Is it safe to go in?

Yeah, petrol tank's been secured. We've been inside.

Tagged according to priority. Alright. Anything else?

Yeah, difficult access.

Go through the front door and in the back window.

MAN: And there's broken glass everywhere.

Alright. Cheers, mate.

If you need a hand, just give us a call.

Rightio. Sats are 90 to 93 and holding.

Right, check everyone's condition against their priority tags

in case they've deteriorated.

Bec, what have we got?

This is Alvin. Deep head lac.

He's stable. He'll be a scoop and run.

Let's get a line into him,

put up some fluids and give him 10mg of morphine.

Young girl over there is Kirstie.

She, and probably everyone else, has been drinking.

Just concentrate on your breathing. Deep breaths in and out...

Hi, Kirstie. Were you knocked out? Did you hit your head?

(Sobs) We were nearly home. We nearly got home.

Hold still for me.

G'day, mate. I'm Dr Hughes. What's your name?

Craig. Craig.

I just need to listen to your chest, alright?

The pain's a bugger, Doc.

Need a methoxy whistle here, Dan.

KIRSTIE: Craig! Craig!

Craig, are you still there?

I'm still here, babe. Are you OK?

I hurt my leg, but otherwise I'm good.

What about you?

Might miss a couple of days training, otherwise I'm fine.

I love you, babe.

DAN: Here, suck on that, mate. It'll help with the pain.

10mg of morphine? Yeah.

I'll be back in a minute, alright? Yep.

Hey, this is Billy. I just gave him 10mg of morphine.

G'day, Billy. I'm Dr Hughes.

Are you in any pain? Nah, I'm sweet.

Good man.

We'll be back, mate.

What are the injuries?

Uh, well, the penetration through the thoracic and abdominal cavity,

and the heart and lungs have been exposed.

Yeah, well...there's nothing more that we can do for him,

except keep him pain-free and comfortable.

Oh, so you finally decided to surface.

Nice to know I was missed.

I've been trying to contact you for two days, Jo.

Well, mission accomplished.

So, does the word 'keys' mean anything to you?

You've got both sets of my house keys.

I've been jumping through the back window.

Oh, shit! I'm...

Stop your gasbagging, McMasters, we've got casualties.

Patient's arrested.

LORRAINE: 40-something male. Bus driver.

MVA - bus versus building.

GCS 5. Sustained closed head injury.

Probable pneumothorax. Abdominal injuries.

VF arrest en route. Defib times three.

Right, let's get him transferred. One, two, three.

Get the monitors on him. How many others on the bus?

17, apart from the driver. Not many of the kids were older than 20.

Any fatalities? Four at last count.

They were on their way back from an end of season footy trip.

He's in VF now. I'll commence CPR.

Adrenaline, 1mg. Yep.

Charging to 360.

MACHINE WHISTLES

Clear!

DEFIBRILLATORS BUZZ

Still in VF. Come on, buddy.

Adrenaline going in.

What position do you play?

What?

Well, you're in a bus full of league players.

Were you the team mascot?

I was with my boyfriend, Craig.

He just signed a deal for next season.

Let me guess. He's a front-rower?

He's a utility. He can play anywhere.

(Stammers) Did anyone die?

There are some people with serious injuries,

but we're getting them to hospital...

Craig's...Craig's gonna be alright, though, isn't he?

Craig's gonna be fine. Kirstie, you just...

How old are you? 16.

And what do you do? Are you still at school?

No, I hate school. I work at a shop.

JACK: Hey, Dan, can you give me a hand to lift this seat, please?

Oh! What's this mean?! Am I gonna die?

Hold on...you're gonna be fine...

Please get me out of here! I wanna get out. (Sobs)

You just need to help us out by staying calm, alright?

Look at me. Look at me.

Deep, slow breaths, please. Just in and out.

Just concentrate on your breathing.

(Man grunts)

That's the girl. Well done, well done.

I wanna...I wanna see Craig and make sure he's OK.

I'm OK, babe.

Hey, Kirstie, I'm just gonna check on him now for you, alright?

We need to splint your leg and get you to hospital. Not long now.

DAN: OK, I'll get the leg splint and a spine board.

Hey, Craig.

Listen, mate, I'm just gonna listen to your chest again.

Is she gonna be OK?

Yeah, she'll be fine.

Have you checked on my mate Billy?

Yep, checked on him.

I just need you to be quiet while I listen to your chest, alright?

Tell him...tell him it wasn't his fault.

What wasn't? He'll know what I mean.

OK, I'll tell him.

Now, what I'm gonna do is give you some pain relief.

I'm right, Doc.

I've been tackled by bigger units than this.

Von, Ted Walters has been asking for you.

Oh.

Well, well. Ted.

Good to see you again.

I didn't think you'd remember me, Von.

Oh, don't have many patients who walk away from a plane crash.

Uh...so how was the counselling?

That young girl, she was completely useless.

Ted!

Well, are you alright? How's the leg?

Oh, it's fine, thanks. This is my wife, Marjorie.

You spoke to her on the phone.

Oh, yes, we had quite a chat. Nice to meet you, Marjorie.

What are you doing here?

Marjorie's got a sore on her leg that's not healing.

OK, let's have a look.

It's from the plane crash.

I've been washing and dressing it every day.

Mmm, sometimes that isn't enough.

Ted said you're a diabetic. Is that right, Marjorie?

Apparently her blood sugar's OK.

Ted tested it before they came in. It was six.

I've been doing the cooking lately. We're watching what she eats.

It's a very nasty ulcer.

Yeah, I'll get one of the doctors to check it, but it might take a while.

There's been a bus crash. Oh, no worries.

We don't mind waiting, do we, love?

Well, Ted, Marjorie, I'll be back soon and Erica will redress this.

You comfortable there, love?

This will be a case for the coroner.

Can you contact the police for a positive ID?

Sure. How are we going in here?

I just called it.

Bugger. There's more on the way.

I better find out how many they're planning on sending us.

Kirstie O'Sullivan, 16, extricated from bus crash.

We might have to do the handover out here.

Probable fracture tib and fib left leg.

Orientated at scene, now appears drowsy.

Probable loss of consciousness on impact.

GCS 14, but difficult to ascertain.

OK, we're ready for you. Patient has been drinking.

She's been asking for her boyfriend, Craig,

but he's still stuck on the bus.

Jeez, what sort of parents allow a young girl like this

to go away with a bunch of league players?

Kirstie, I'm Dr Campion. Can you hear me?

What?

I want you to open your eyes. Open your eyes.

Good girl. How we doing here?

Are we expecting more? Yep.

We've got one to two serious.

10 to 15 minor injuries, but they're on their way to St Angela's.

We better get out of here. Bilateral air entry.

I'll take bloods for FBC, UEC,

Group and Hold, coags and blood alcohol.

BP's 125 on 80. Pulse is 88.

Resps are 28 and sats are at 100.

Pupils are reacting, but they're sluggish.

Circulation obs are steady.

Kirstie, I'm just gonna examine your leg, OK?

Kirstie, is there anyone I can call for you, sweetie, like your parents?

No, no, no. They're dead.

Just...I just want Craig. He'll look after me.

Well, as soon as I know what's happening with him,

I'll let you know, OK?

Now, Kirstie, you tell me if you can feel anything.

Arggh! That hurts.

Well, believe it or not, that's a very good sign.

Get onto Radiology.

I want a head CT, C spine,

left tib and fib and strict 15-minute neuro obs.

No worries.

I'll also contact Kirstie's next of kin

and chase up her medical records.

JACK: Just a little more morphine, Billy.

Should keep the pain at bay.

Thanks, Doc.

Listen, your mate Craig told me to give you a message.

He said it wasn't your fault. Does that make any sense?

Bastard's been heaping shit on me since our grand final.

(Gulps) Reckoned I cost us the game.

Well, how does he figure that?

I got 10 in the bin and they scored 2 tries while I was off.

So, it cost you the game?

Probably.

Craig's gonna be OK, isn't he?

Yeah, he's well enough to give you serves, isn't he?

VINCENT: Jack.

You OK? I'm not going anywhere.

OK. Be back soon.

Is he comfortable? Yeah, he's fine.

Rescue are having a bit of trouble getting Craig out.

Well, how long are they gonna be? Too long.

You wanna amputate now?

It's his leg or his life.

Hey, what's up?

The young girl from the bus crash said her parents were dead.

What - and they're not?

Well, they still have a listed number, so we'll soon find out.

OK, Ted, will you take Marjorie up there?

Just settle her and I'll round up a doctor.

Got time to see a patient? Sure. Hey, I know him.

Yeah, Ted Walters from the plane crash,

but his wife is the one you need to see.

OK, look, I'll be right with you. Just give me a couple of minutes.

Yeah. No, I can't give you any more details over the phone.

Yeah, I'm sure she'll still be in the E.D.

Yeah, I will. Alright, see you then.

PHONE BEEPS How's Kirstie?

They've just taken her up to Radiology now.

So, her parents are alive? Yeah, it appears so.

Well, how'd her father take the news about the accident?

Huh, he was shattered.

Imagine how he's gonna feel

when he finds out she's been away with a boozy football team.

How's he doing?

Rapidly deteriorating, so let's get to work.

What's his BP? 100 on 50. Pulse is 100.

Craig! Craig!

Give him another bolus of gel, 250 mils.

Kit up, Dan. Yeah.

OK, I'm gonna just cut below the knee.

Craig! We have to operate on his leg.

Don't mess it up.

What's happening with him?

Well, he was pain-free the last time I checked,

but he's probably due for another shot of morphine.

And is that it? There's nothing we can do for him.

Lorraine, can you help out here?

LORRAINE: Sure. I'll just be a minute.

What for? Gotta give him his morphine.

Dan!

Lorraine, can you keep an eye on the fluids?

Got it.

Alright, preparing to make the first incision.

Hey there. I'm Dan. I'm a nurse.

Hi. I'm Billy. I'm a half-back.

Hey, Billy. Are you in much pain?

It's starting to creep back.

Yeah? Well, a little bit of morphine will put out that fire.

There you go. Is Craig gonna be OK?

Yeah, that's the plan.

We're best mates.

Played footy together our whole lives.

I love him.

No, don't...don't leave! What?

Please, don't leave me alone.

Well...

It's OK. It's OK. I'm not going anywhere.

KIRSTIE: Where's Craig? What's happened to him?

GABRIELLE: We'll check that out as soon as we get you settled.

I want to see Craig. Alright.

Let's get you sorted first, OK?

I have Kirstie's X-rays and scans.

I thought I'd deliver them personally.

Thanks. I'll take those.

If you need anything else, just give me a holler.

Are you OK there, Kirstie?

FRANK: Ta.

Let's see what these scans show us.

Medial fracture of the tibia and fibula as we expected.

C spine is clear. You can sit her up, Gabrielle.

Mm-hm. Haematoma?

Yeah. You wanna give Oscar Wu a call?

Yep.

Kirstie, the X-rays show that your leg IS broken.

Does it need an operation?

Yes, it does, I'm afraid, but first I'll put a temporary plaster on it

and we'll get the bone doctors to look at it.

When can I get out of here? We gotta patch you up first.

Of more concern though, Kirstie, is your head CT,

which shows that there's been some bleeding in your skull.

That's bad, isn't it?

If it's still bleeding, yes, it is,

because the skull's a confined space and the blood can't get out.

It puts pressure on your brain,

which may be the reason why you've been drowsy.

This is probably another reason. Her blood alcohol's 0.17.

What?

Just as well you weren't the driver, eh?

Let's keep a sharp eye on the neuro obs.

I don't want the booze and the painkillers

obscuring what the haematoma's doing.

Yeah, sure.

I've called your parents too. They're on their way in.

What? Why did you tell them?

Your father's really worried about you, Kirstie.

It's called diabetic neuropathy

and it causes the nerve functions

of the body's extremities to deteriorate.

Which means because the injury isn't causing any discomfort,

it's less likely to be noticed

and therefore the wound can become infected.

But I been washing it every day.

Yes, but it probably happened before that.

Well, what can we do about it?

I'll write a prescription for some antibiotics

and it'll also help if you keep your leg elevated.

Ah, thanks, Von.

I'll organise someone to clean Marjorie's leg

and we'll apply fresh dressing.

There we go.

Marjorie, can you raise your good leg for me?

Up we go, love.

Fine.

Can I get you to raise your arms now for me?

But there's nothing wrong with her arms.

I would like to see what she can do of her own accord.

She's just tired.

Is that it, Marjorie - are you just tired?

Ted, how long has your wife been like this for?

Like what?

Ted, Marjorie isn't talking.

She doesn't seem to be able to do anything for herself.

And I noticed her walking earlier and her gait was very...unusual.

Is there something you're not telling us?

Ted, how long has she been like this for?

A couple of weeks.

Has Marjorie ever had a stroke

or is there anything in her medical history we should be aware of?

What's wrong with her?

Look, I'm not sure, but we'll do a blood test, head CT

and hopefully that'll tell us what's going on.

OK.

We've never been apart, Von.

Over 40 years.

BILLY: Craig comes out and makes a break.

He steps two guys...

..gets to the try line... and then drops the bloody ball.

(Laughs painfully)

Yeah.

I'm not gonna make it, am I?

No, mate, you're not.

Mum was always worried about me getting hurt playing football.

(Laughs and sobs)

And now look at me. (Sobs)

You reckon they play football in heaven?

Maybe. If they don't, you could always start up a comp.

Jesus as captain-coach. (Clicks tongue)

Hey, do you want me to call your mum?

Nah.

I'm feeling cold, Dan.

OK, mate. You'll be warm.

In just a little while you'll be warm, OK?

Hey.

A message. Can I give your mum a message?

Tell her, um...

..tell her I didn't get hurt playing football.

(Chuckles)

(Laughs painfully) OK.

I'll tell her. I promise I'll tell her.

(Gasps and breathes shallowly)

(Sighs)

JACK: This stump's gonna be viable?

VINCENT: We need to get him moving. How can I help?

Little late to be offering, don't you think?

What's his BP?

96 on 40. Heart rate's 140.

Alright. Push those fluids through.

We're almost done here.

OK, Jack, if you can take over here, I'll go and grab a spine board.

Once we're finished, I want this guy travelling.

Yeah, I'll be ready when you are.

Hey, don't be too hard on Dan.

Well, if we can't rely on his backup, Vincent,

he's no good to us, is he?

Tough initiation. It's a tough job.

WOMAN: Hello? Stay calm, Jill.

Hello?! Be with you in a minute.

Can I help you?

Yeah, someone phoned. Told us to hurry in.

Our daughter's here. She was in an accident.

Her name's Kirstie. Kirstie O'Sullivan.

Yes, she's still here. If you take a seat for a moment...

You just phoned and asked us to hurry in and now you want us to wait?

I'll be right with you. Take a seat, Jill.

No, I think we'll have a look around for ourselves.

Open this door. Open this door now!

Frank, we need you.

We were prepping her for theatre. She started convulsing.

What's she had? Diazepam, 5mg.

Give her another 5mg and a loading dose of phenytoin, 300mg.

The bleed in her skull must be getting worse.

We need to get her stable and up to theatre ASAP.

Yep, 5mg diazepam going in.

Sux and thio.

We're gonna intubate and ventilate her.

I want a size seven tube.

OK. Uh, Frank, her BP's 110 on 65.

Pulse is 80 and her resps are 15.

Yeah. Sux and thio in.

Hold her head still.

Applying cricoid pressure.

JILL: Kirstie, where are you?! WOMAN: Mrs O'Sullivan...

It might be easier to bag her while she's still fitting.

Can you guys manage without me? Yeah, take care of that.

Tell 'em I'll be out as soon as possible.

Yep.

Can you start an infusion of Manitol, 20 grams, please, Cate?

Yep.

She'll need another head CT.

I wanna see if this bleed is extending.

You WILL be able to see Kirstie,

but it's very important we get her stabilised first.

How was she injured? There was a bus crash this morning.

It was on the radio. Some football team.

Apparently they were returning from an end of season trip.

And what - they ran over her?

No, Kirstie was ON the bus.

With a football team?

Well, I'm afraid I don't have all the details.

Is she alright?

She has a broken leg, and that will need to be repaired in theatre,

and there is some concern about bleeding into her skull.

And how is that fixed?

It might also require surgery.

Oh, this is all your fault, Robert!

Mrs O'Sullivan... Oh, my God!

What have you done to her?

Come on, Mrs O'Sullivan.

(Gasps) Oh, Kirstie! Come on.

The second scan has revealed

that the bleeding inside her skull is worse

and so we need to operate to relieve the pressure on her brain.

And then what happens?

She'll be put in a drug-induced coma for 48 hours.

That will allow the swelling to subside

and then we'll see if there's any signs of brain damage.

Uh, look, I don't think you understand.

Our daughter is very gifted.

She has the potential to be anything!

Don't start on that, Jill, please. You push her too hard.

That's why she ran away in the first place.

She ran away?

We haven't seen her in six months.

Now can you understand why we're so anxious?

Can we please see her?

We really do need to get her up to theatre, so just for a minute.

SEAN: Equal air entry.

FRANK: Sean.

Mummy's here, darling. It's gonna be fine.

We're gonna get you home and take good care of you, sweetheart.

Two bags of blood are nearly through.

SEAN: Let's hang up the other two.

Love you, baby. We'll be here when you get back.

GABRIELLE: Yep, blood's up.

I'm sorry, we really need to get her up to theatre now.

I'm sorry we can't give you longer.

ROBERT: Let's try not to worry, love. I hope you're happy!

If you'd just backed me up once in a while,

maybe this wouldn't have happened.

This isn't about me backing you up.

Just because you never amounted to anything, doesn't mean she won't.

Yep.

Good news, Marjorie.

Your blood tests and CT scans are back and the results are all clear.

Hear that, love? Isn't that great?

Is...is that this stress thing that we were warned about?

Possibly, but I've organised for a psychiatric consultant to review her.

What for? Tests are clear, you just said so.

Yeah, but they only relate to the physical condition.

But we were told that something like this could happen.

The counsellor you organised, she took us through everything.

What exactly did she say?

That there could be a reaction, you know, to the plane crash

and post...stress something.

Post-traumatic stress disorder.

Yeah, and apparently you can snap in and out of it.

Um, how many times did you actually see her, Ted?

Oh, just a couple.

Young thing. I mean, she seemed very inexperienced.

She was in her 30s. She was highly experienced.

Now, these things can often take more than a couple of visits.

Look, Marjorie got through the plane crash and she'll get through this.

Here, maybe she'll snap out of it, just like the counsellor said.

Given her symptoms and the amount of time that she's been like this,

I'd say that's highly unlikely.

She's not mad and she's not seeing a shrink.

Ah, easy, easy. I'm alright, I'm alright.

Come on, come on.

Nobody said anything about Marjorie being mad.

Uh, there you are, Dr Gallagher. ZOE: Hi.

I'm here to do the psych consult.

Uh, we might have a small problem, Bart.

Yes, the patient's husband

just doesn't seem to trust anyone under 50.

Look, give me a moment.

I'll try and distract Ted and you can talk to Marjorie.

OK, I think she's got post-traumatic stress disorder,

but I don't think that's her only problem.

What was the trauma? Plane crash a couple of weeks ago.

VON: Come on, let's get this bandage changed.

OK, go.

How did you manage to get it so grotty?

I'm a messy bugger, Von. (Chuckles)

Hello. Uh...I'm Dr West.

BP's stable at 110 on 60. Pulse is 98.

Temperature's 37.1 and sats are at 98%.

Need a trauma series chest, abdo and spine X-rays in theatre.

Come on, Ricky.

Metronidazole, 500mg.

Give it to him IV over 16 minutes and he'll need an ADT as well.

Yeah, I've got that.

Um, actually, Ricky, you take these bloods.

I'll take that.

Label them FBC, UEC, cultures and cross-match.

Yep, I'll get these results phoned to theatre.

Thank you.

It's alright, mate. We can handle this from here.

Why don't you just restock the truck and I'll have a talk to you later?

(Mutters) "Restock the truck".

It's definitely PTSD.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Her head CT came back NAD.

Hmm. Well, the posturing means it's definitely not a head injury.

Right. Hey there.

Ted's cleaned up and he's gone to get Marjorie something to eat.

I'd really like to talk to him.

Listen, you take it easy.

That man is scared.

Now, Marjorie's always been the decision-maker.

She's done everything for him.

They both need help, so why don't we try to convince them together?

Ted, this is Dr West from our Psychiatry Unit.

Uh, he examined Marjorie while you and I were out.

Oh, he did, did he?

Your wife has post-traumatic stress disorder, Mr Walters.

She needs to be admitted so we can begin treatment.

And what would that be?

Counselling and possibly drug therapy.

Is that it - that's the plan?

Fill her up with drugs and have a bit of a chat.

Boy's a bloody genius!

If Mrs Walters isn't treated, she'll get worse.

What are you saying - she could be like this forever?

Yes, I am.

Oh, no, that can't be.

You don't understand.

I couldn't take much more of this silence.

Marjorie used to be such a...

A chatterbox.

Your wife needs to be in hospital.

I don't need you to tell me what my wife needs.

Actually, you do.

We're all in agreement, Mr Walters.

This needs to happen.

Hey. Hey.

Heard about Craig.

His girlfriend was asking about him.

Yeah. How is she?

Well, she's got an intracranial bleed,

which only showed up on the second scan,

so hopefully she'll be OK.

Oh.

You had a big one for your first MRU call-out.

Yeah.

How do you handle calls where there's multiple casualties

and not enough of you to go around?

Triage and prioritise. That's...

"Triage and prioritise."

That's easier said than done, isn't it?

Hey, boo! There you are.

You owe me an explanation. I'll talk to you later, OK, Dan?

About what?

About where you've been hiding Sean Everleigh. (Squeals)

I haven't been hiding him anywhere.

Oh, really? So why haven't I heard about him until today?

Not that I mind.

I mean, don't they say the best things are those worth waiting for?

Yes, they also say that you should not mess around

with your best mate's work colleague.

Yeah. Oh, don't worry, I'll share the details.

DOOR OPENS

Mrs O'Sullivan, would you like me to take you upstairs?

You can wait for your daughter there.

It might be more comfortable than here.

No, I'm perfectly fine down here, thank you.

What I'd like is an update on Kirstie.

She's still in the operating theatre, but I hear she's doing very well.

That sounds like you're fobbing me off.

Not at all. I just called the theatre five minutes ago.

Well, I expect you to keep me posted.

I'll do my best.

Was that Kirstie's mother?

Glad she's not my mum.

Oh, what a hard case.

Yeah, she's a right pain in the bum. No wonder Kirstie ran away.

Well, I'd run away too if I had a mother like that.

What am I talking about? I DID have a mum like that.

(Laughs) Well, I wouldn't just blame Mum, though.

She's...Kirstie's hardly Little Miss Innocent.

I know.

I mean, what kind of girl runs away from home at 16,

shacks up with the whole footy team,

gets drunk at 10 o'clock in the morning,

like, three times over the limit?

You would have done it. Yeah. (Laughs)

How dare you judge my daughter?

Oh, um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to hear that.

I'm sure you didn't.

You call yourselves nurses? Where's your bloody compassion?

My little girl is on an operating table upstairs

with her life in the balance

and all you lot can do is gossip about her?

You should be ashamed of yourselves.

(Slams folder down)

FRANK: Mr O'Sullivan, wait, please.

I know you're upset and you have every reason to be.

My staff don't usually behave in that manner.

I am terribly sorry. Please, I apologise.

I...I probably shouldn't have gone off at them.

My wife...

(Sighs) It was the last straw.

No, no, no, no. It's perfectly understandable.

You think I'd be used to it by now.

Tell me, does your wife behave like that with Kirstie?

Yeah, she can.

Jill's got ambitions for her.

Wants her to go to uni, get a degree.

Well, that's not a bad ambition.

Yeah, except it's what she wanted for herself.

Instead she married me.

(Sighs) Kirstie was doing her School Certificate,

but she's got no head for books, never has.

She was always at her to do better.

Right, and so is that why Kirstie ran away?

Jill thinks I'm too soft on her. I think she's too hard.

I really don't know what to do anymore.

Sure.

Look, Kirstie's going to need a lot of care and support after this.

Do you want her to return home?

If she'll come.

But isn't that up to you?

You know the problem. You know why she ran away.

Maybe some things have to change.

Easier said than done.

Certainly, certainly, but you've gotta break the cycle sometime.

This may be your last chance.

You know, some kids died in that bus.

Kirstie was one of the lucky ones.

The neurosurgeon's pleased. He said the operation went very well.

There she is.

ROBERT: So...now we wait?

Yes. The hardest part, I'm afraid.

I want to see her.

Come in, by all means.

Hey, sweetheart.

Mummy's here. It's alright.

Everything's gonna be alright.

We'll soon have you home and back to school, the way it used to be.

ROBERT: No, Jill.

It's not gonna be like that at all.

It'll be up to Kirstie to decide if she wants to come home again

and if that is gonna ever happen,

you're gonna have to accept her for the kid she is...

Robert, don't start blaming me again. No, hear me out.

We've both been wrong, probably me most of all

because I've never tried to back you up.

Oh, well, at last! All I've ever wanted was some support from you...

We have to start listening to what Kirstie wants.

Now, if that means no more school - and it probably does -

then no more school it is.

You can't be serious!

That doesn't mean we just let her do exactly what she wants either.

Let's work together for once.

Try to start helping her

instead of using her as a punching bag between the two of us,

because if we don't change...

..we're gonna lose her again.

Well, I have never looked so good behind that desk.

I'm just leaving you a note.

I hope it's got lots of hugs and kisses on the bottom of it.

Ricky told me what sort of day you've been having.

I didn't wanna disturb you. Ah, well, it's mostly over.

Can I buy you lunch?

Sorry, my agent called and all the Melbourne gigs have sold out

and they wanna add an extra show.

Oh, good. So you'll be going down today, not tomorrow?

Yeah, in a couple of hours, actually.

Oh. Sorry.

No, no, no. I love it when you sell out.

I'll make it up to you.

Damn right you will. Oh!

Uh, yes, he is. Frank!

It's for you. Go on, take it. I'll wait.

Yeah. Go on.

Evie, hi! Hello.

Congratulations. I am so happy for you both.

Thanks. Hey, um, I gotta go.

No worries.

Um, Miss Ballantyne. Eve, please.

Oh, Dr West. Bart. I'm an intern here.

Yeah, right, Dr West. Frank's told me a lot about you.

Has he? Yeah, he talks very highly of you.

Oh, well, I think very highly of him too.

Not that Frank would ever tell you that to your face.

No. (Chuckles)

Anyway, it was nice to meet you.

Yeah, uh, look, I was wondering

if I could come to one of your gigs sometime.

Say when and I'll put your name on the door.

Bugger off, Homer. Buggering off.

He's cute. Who?

Bart.

Not exactly how I would describe him.

(Bart hums 'Danny Boy')

Hi, Mrs Walters. Here, let me elevate that leg for you a little bit.

Guess who I just met. Eve Ballantyne.

She's a singer. She invited me to one of her shows.

She's gonna put my name on the door.

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

(Both stop humming)

You just hummed.

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

(Both stop humming)

(Both hum 'Danny Boy')

My God! Oh.

Oh, don't stop. Keep humming.

That's the first sound Marjorie's made in two weeks.

(Both hum 'Danny Boy')

Well, I'm sure I can convince Ted to accept transitional care.

Uh, Von, Dr Gallagher.

Everything's going to be alright now, love.

Watch a miracle, Von.

No, Mr Walters, it's just a small flicker of light, but it's a start.

What's going on? You tell 'em, son.

Well, I was humming and Mrs Walters started humming too.

She's back! Marjorie's back!

Well, OK, why don't you show me what happened?

Come on, love. Hum along with me.

(Sings 'Danny Boy')

Look, she was coming out of it. I'm sure of it.

Mr Walters, let me have another go.

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

(Hums 'Danny Boy')

See?

Try singing it. One...

Oh, don't be coy.

(Sings)

(Bart and Marjorie sing)

Why does she do that?

You know, she gets going, then she just stops.

Because, Ted, she still needs treatment.

She needs to be in hospital so she can really get better.

But now that we've identified a trigger,

we can try this music therapy.

Then, with intensive counselling, a drug regime,

you'll more than likely get your old Marjorie back.

What do you think?

You look after her, now. I promise.

SIRENS WAIL

Hey. I was just about to check up on Craig.

Oh, we can save you the trouble.

Uh, the CT and C spine were clear.

He had an undisplaced tibial fracture, which we set.

How about the amputation? It seems viable.

Yeah, he's in ICU and his recovery looks hopeful,

which is LUCKY for us all.

(Snorts)

You know you jeopardised Craig's chances out there today.

I just don't think that anybody should die alone, Jack.

Well, it happens.

Nobody likes it, but it happens,

because we're trying to save lives that can be saved.

Yeah, well, I just thought that we could do both, didn't I?

Well, Vincent's team leader. It's his call, not yours.

Thanks for that. Can I have a word?

Look, man, I know I screwed up.

Dan, you know, on a call-out, there's no backup.

It's just us

and I need to know I can rely on every member of my team.

Yeah, I know that, I know.

But all I know is that if I was put in the same position again,

I'd probably do the same thing.

Well, then, we're gonna have a problem, aren't we?

JACK: Craig...

..how you feeling?

You should've left me out there to die, Doc.

Hey, you don't mean that.

All I ever wanted to do was play footy.

It was the one thing I was good at.

The second I get a contract to play pro...

..game over.

Craig, I need to talk to you about Billy.

DAN: Mrs Longley?

Hi. My name's Dan Goldman. I'm a nurse.

I attended the bus crash today.

Yeah, I was. I was with Billy when he, um...

No, he wasn't, I promise you.

He wasn't in any pain whatsoever. It was very peaceful.

And he actually spoke quite a lot about you.

He wanted me to tell you that, um...

..that...that he didn't get hurt playing footy.

I'm sorry. PHONE BEEPS

I suppose you heard about today.

I hear everything, Danny boy.

I don't know what happened, Frank.

I was watching Jack and Vincent work

and they were so calm and collected -

you know, the way you should be in that situation - and I just...

Yeah, but, Dan, you're different from them.

They see things in black and white and you're kinda grey.

It's just...this kid, Billy, he looked me in the eyes

and asked me to stay with him.

How am I supposed to say no to that?

Mmm. You know?

Just 'cause he's got some stupid tag colour on his arm?

It sucks! It just sucks!

Yep. It does.

I wish I was more like Jack and Vincent.

Be careful what you wish for

because one day you might turn out to be.

But don't be too quick to get there, will you, Dan?

Because I kinda like having people around with your compassion.