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SIREN WAILS

GABRIELLE: Alright. So, there's 11 in here.

There's 18 waiting to be triaged. And there's a 12-hour wait for beds.

FRANK: Get onto the bed manager.

What do you think I've been doing? Well, get onto them again.

And blow your nose. You look like crap.

Thanks, Frank.

I'll get you a bowl.

God save us from this house of pestilence.

Oh! Tamara, you OK?

Tamara? MAN: Is she OK?

Can you hear me?

I need a spine board and a hard collar!

(Gabrielle calls out indistinctly) Tamara? Tamara, can you hear me?

I didn't mean to... It's alright.

She's out cold.

Is she still breathing? Yep.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's OK. It's not your fault.

Everleigh!

A fair-sized egg on the back of her head.

(Gabrielle sneezes) DAN: Oooh. Bless you.

You shouldn't be here. We're understaffed as it is, Frank.

And with Tamara down, I'm going to have to cover Triage as well.

Haven't you heard of casual nurses?

Oh, yeah. They grow on trees in a flu epidemic, Frank.

Are you sick too?

No. I'm fine, Frank. (Whistles nonchalantly)

SEAN: Left pupil's dilated. Possibly subdural.

Goldman, get onto Radiology.

I need an urgent head CT and a C-spine X-ray.

Get those bloods to Pathology.

Get Housekeeping to do something about that vomit.

Supernurse to the rescue!

Goldman, I am not in the mood.

It's Dan from the E.D. here.

I need an urgent head CT and a C-spine X-ray...

..for a Tamara Cook.

Yeah, she's ready to go now.

MAN: I'm so sorry.

Hey, is that nurse alright? I heard her crack her head.

Well, the doctors are with her now.

I couldn't stop it. It just kept on coming and coming.

And out and out. (Sneezes) Please.

Dan, can... Yeah.

Can you, uh...?

Don't you just love nights like this,

where you're up to your eyeballs in vomit and diarrhoea?

Ah, yes. You see, that's the surgical specialty.

I love my mask and gloves.

You'll pay for that. I don't get the flu.

(Laughs) Oh, you will DEFINITELY pay for that.

Oh, I didn't pick you as superstitious.

How is it superstitious?

I mean, you missed last winter by being overseas,

you operate in a completely sterile environment, and you're overworked.

If anyone's going to get this flu, it's you.

That's why I love my mask and gloves.

This is Max Petrovski. Boys in blue gave us a call.

Why isn't he on a trolley? Oh, no. Max insisted on walking.

What, has he been in a fight? Yeah, with himself.

The blood's all his, we think. Um, Max suffers from schizophrenia.

OK.

The neighbours complained of violent noises emanating from Max's unit.

It sounded like he was tearing the place up, which he was.

Oh. (Calls out) Ricky?

He seems to have calmed down now, though.

Yep. We'll, get him settled.

Sounds like you need to be in a bed yourself.

I would be if there were room.

Are you right here? Yep.

Sorry to just go. It is an absolute nightmare out there tonight.

Oh, not just out there. (Laughs)

OK. Erica, this is Max.

(Softly) He's done some shadow-boxing with himself, apparently.

Hi, Max. I'm Erica.

We'll get a doctor to look at those cuts for you.

Come on. This way.

It's OK.

Do you have a minute?

Where am I?

You're in hospital.

You're safe. We'll look after you. Is there anyone I can call for you?

Family? Friends?

My mother, she's sick.

Is she in hospital?

Hello, Max. I'm Dr Gallagher.

That's a nasty gash you have there.

Did you hit your head?

I HAVE cut it.

I'm just going to have a look, OK? There you go.

I hear you've been diagnosed with schizophrenia.

And what are you taking for that? Olanzapine.

And have you been taking it? Yeah.

Mm-hm. Now, I need you to look me in the eye.

It's OK. Just... We're nearly done. Just look into my eyes.

Good. Now, can I get you to squeeze my hands?

Excuse me? Uh, we've got to go.

(Sighs) Thanks for your help, then.

Look, he's, uh... he's not a bad bloke.

He's just... I don't know. He has bad days, I guess.

Maxy? You behave yourself, OK?

Alright.

Max, can I get you to lay on the bed for me?

..32 weeks gestation... (Gabrielle sniffles loudly)

(Sighs) She's pre-eclamptic.

She has protein in her urine

and her oral hypertensives aren't controlling her high blood pressure.

OK. Well, I'll get a foetal monitor down here.

You'll have to start on a mag. sulfate infusion, also down here.

I promise to get her up to Maternity as soon as I can.

She needs to go there now. I know that, Dr West.

ZOE: Now, can I get you to follow my finger?

OK. Excellent.

There's no neuro deficits.

But I'd like to keep you in for observation, Max.

In the meantime, Erica here, she'll sort out that abrasion there for you.

Erica?

Max is going to need a full psychiatric review,

including a review of his medications, OK?

(Scoffs) What are the chances

of getting a psychiatrist down this time of night?

Hmm. Especially in the middle of a flu epidemic.

(Sighs) Good luck.

(Sighs)

Ah! Bart. Have you got a minute? Uh...sure.

Patient with history of schizophrenia came in

with a gash on his head, abrasions.

Police say he smashed up his own house.

What, he's violent?

I don't think so. At least, not anymore.

Um, he needs a full psych. review.

Um, but can't do that till the morning.

And you want me to handle it? Could you?

Yeah, well, sadly, no can do.

You've got three other patients to see before you even think about him.

This bloke, for example.

His name's Timothy Russell. PHONE RINGS

Excuse me. Emergency, Gabrielle Jaeger.

I'll be there as soon as I can. Thanks.

Yep, I'll hold. ANOTHER PHONE RINGS

How's she doing? Subdural haemorrhage.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no. I'm here.

Hey, Supernurse. Get onto Theatre and tell them we're on our way up.

Onto it. Dan?

We need to clear Resus. We've got incoming hit-and-run.

I'll get onto Surgery... (Sneezes violently)

Onto that too. (Calls out) Guys? We're going up to Theatre.

I told you to go home. (Sighs)

I've organised Jo Henderson to replace Tamara,

but I've still got the incident report to do.

Take your hideous infection out of my E.D.

You are a health hazard.

Will do, Frank. In about eight hours.

SIRENS WAIL

MAN: Michelle, please, babe. Come on. Stay with me.

ANA: Unconscious at scene. VT, arrest in transit.

IV adrenaline. Defibrillated twice. GCS three.

She's got a pulse and her BP's 50/35.

I want to be in there with her.

That's her husband - Christian Blake.

Christian, we have to give these people room to work.

Does your wife have any allergies? What?! Uh...

MAN: Get ready to transfer.

SEAN: OK. On my count. One...two...three.

It's alright. Christian?

Does she have any underlying medical conditions?

Christian? Come on. This is important.

Uh...um...

MAN: I'll take over.

She gets migraines sometimes. Um, she...she gave up dairy.

I mean...she's healthy. She's 25, for God's sake.

I'm preparing fusions of norad and dopamine.

We were celebrating. And then he just came out of nowhere.

(Sobs) Oh, God... Charging 360.

Don't let her die, please. Don't let her die!

Christian, come on. You have to give these people some room to work.

She needs me! I will find you somewhere quiet.

MAN: Still VT.

My wife! She's...she's...

TELEVISION: ..to drop 33 metres.

And it can go from 0 to 88 kilometres

in less than five seconds.

I'm talking California Screamin', baby!

Do you want me to take that for you? No.

I saw his face, you know?

The driver. Just before he hit her.

He was on the wrong side of the road, the bastard.

SEAN: Sinus rhythm. FRANK: I need vitals.

Heart rate's 120. BP, 70/50. Sats are 98%.

We've got to get her blood pressure up.

I'll start with dopamine at 8 mics per minute.

Pupils fixed and dilated, Frank.

DAN: Do you want an outline?

Yeah. She'll need X-rays, a full trauma series and a head CT.

Stop bagging.

MONITOR BEEPS

No respiratory effort. No response to painful stimuli.

Let's start her on a rate of 12 and a peak pressure of 32.

I got a page.

You're too late, I'm afraid, Vincent. Get a warming blanket round her.

Should we think about getting

the organ donation coordinator on stand-by?

Yeah. Yeah, I'll talk to the husband.

KNOCK AT DOOR

CHRISTIAN: Is she OK?

We've managed to get her heart beating in a normal rhythm.

(Sighs) Thank God.

But unfortunately her brain is so badly damaged,

she can't breathe for herself.

The machine is breathing for her.

And when that stops, her heart will stop too.

If there's anything we can do for you...

No.

What do you do for work?

Catering.

Sounds interesting.

I do the washing up.

Gets really bitchy there.

At work, I mean.

Tonight I just...got jack of it.

What did you do?

Walked out.

Max, have you noticed anything odd lately?

Seeing things? Having unusual thoughts?

No. No symptoms at all.

So you walked out. Then what happened?

I was bummed out about it and I wanted to watch some telly.

But I couldn't find the remote anywhere.

And I got more and more angry.

Started throwing things about, breaking things, yelling.

Then the cops were there.

It's OK. You're here now, so just relax.

(Dan calls out) Uh, little bit of help here.

Hey, I'll be right back.

It's OK.

There we go. (Man coughs)

Thanks, Ricky. We'll be right now. Ta.

Erica, how's Max?

Um, he said he's not experiencing any hallucinations.

It may have just been a one-off incident or he's off his meds.

Oh, his meds! No! Max.

Got to get out. Got to get away! You don't need to go anywhere.

(Woman squeals) MAN: Hey, hey! Buddy, it's alright.

I've g...I've g... I've got to get out!

OK, mate. Let's get you back to bed. Come on.

Get away from me! Let me go! Let me go. I've got to get out.

It's dangerous! (Pants)

Hey, this is the best place for you, Max.

No-one can hurt you.

OK?

We're all friends.

You're safe.

(Softly) I'm going to hurt someone.

(Sniffles) Well, it's not a direct threat, but it's still a threat.

He needs to be in a Psych Obs bed. Which would be fine if...

If somebody wasn't already in the Psych Obs bed.

OK. We need to be inventive.

Well, I know we are far too busy to babysit one patient,

but I don't think we have a choice.

I'll let Security know

and I'll spread the word for everyone to keep an eye on him.

Mm-hm. I'll get onto the police... I'll tell them...

(Retches) I'm going to be sick.

(Retches, coughs)

I don't understand how she can be dead if she's still breathing.

Your wife looks like she's breathing

because the machine is breathing for her.

Michelle hasn't taken a breath on her own since she came here.

But she could be in a coma.

I mean, you read about it. People just wake up.

Patients in comas respond in ways

that show us that their brain's still functioning.

Michelle's brain's not doing that.

Then why have you got her on the breathing machine?

We need to do some tests for a few hours.

You're not even sure if she's dead, are you?

People can live like this for years and then they just wake up.

You read about it all the time. Not in cases like this.

How do you know? You don't know. Christian.

This is a very different situation to a coma.

We can leave Michelle on the ventilator...

..but eventually her heart and other organs

are just going to stop working.

So, what do we do for her?

We can...let her go.

I wasn't talking to you.

Is there anyone we can call in? Any family?

Uh...no.

She's my family.

Um...can I touch her?

Of course.

You'd better call Von in before we raise the question of organ donation.

At the moment, he thinks I'm the enemy,

and he'll need someone he feels is on his side.

Yeah. Sure.

Is that nurse going to be alright?

Sorry? The one that fell over.

Oh, Tamara? As far as I know, she's still in Theatre.

I think they're operating on her. My God. What if I've killed her?

You haven't killed her. It was just an accident.

OK. Hi, Anthony. I'm Dr West.

Timothy. Uh...

Timothy. (Chuckles) Sorry. It's been a...busy night.

He's suffering from diarrhoea, fever and vomiting. Sounds like this flu.

OK. How long have you been vomiting for?

Oh, about a week. But not as bad as this.

You're obviously very dehydrated. (Yawns)

Great way to start the shift.

Why don't you just... focus on Timothy?

Uh, we need to put a cannula in and start him on a normal bag of saline.

We need to run it over six hours. (Clears throat pointedly)

Uh...er...that's good.

Tim, why don't you just pop this gown on, huh?

Once we get those fluids in, you're going to start feeling a lot better.

We need to do bloods, uh, FBC, UEC, LFT and glucose.

Already taken.

Well, then, they need to get to Pathology, don't they?

Uh, I'll be back as soon as I can, Anthony. Timothy! Sorry. (Sighs)

YOU need to sign the Pathology form, Bart.

Uh...yep.

I don't get sick much anymore. I try to take care of myself.

You used to get sick a bit before, did you?

Yeah. I used to be heaps heavier than I am now.

I've lost a lot of weight. Oh, yeah? How much?

42 kilos. 4... Wow! That's fantastic.

Yeah. I had to. I had sleep apnoea, diabetes.

I couldn't walk properly.

So, how long did it take you to lose that much weight?

Oh, not long, once I set myself a goal.

Got any secrets? (Chuckles)

I wish.

Seems a lot harder, though, keeping it off.

You see, my girlfriend loves cooking.

(Laughs)

I'm not going to say no to her, am I?

So I've started getting fatter again.

What? Where?

I know you're lying.

But thanks.

Mardi notices.

Yeah? Well, Mardi should give you a break.

Could you, um, check on that nurse for me, please?

Of course. I'll be back in a sec, alright?

He's had a dramatic weight loss

in what I gather is only a short period of time.

He seems really worried about putting it back on,

so I'm wondering whether this is... more than just the flu.

I'll call Pathology and see if I can get a rush on the results.

(Yawns) OK.

Cate, are you OK? Oh, yeah, I'm fine.

I shouldn't have let Jo talk me into going to a long lunch, that's all.

A long lunch before a night shift. Hmm, you're game.

I couldn't do that anymore. I'd be a wreck.

(Laughs) It's alright. I've had plenty of sleep.

I've had at least four hours. Uh-huh.

(Chuckles)

Hey, Dan! Dan, where's Gabrielle?

Madame Flu has her locked in her deadly embrace.

What? She's sick somewhere.

We have a problem in Triage.

Stupid woman brought it in with her.

I knew I shouldn't have been on call tonight.

How'd it get out? (Sighs)

She wanted to show it to... (People exclaim)

WOMAN: Sorry! Alright! Ladies and gentlemen!

Let's not panic. WOMAN: She let out a spider!

(People exclaim)

Where is it? How should I know?

It's chaos in here!

I was cleaning out the laundry and a spider dropped on my arm.

I think it bit me! Whereabouts?

I told you - in the laundry.

Whereabouts on your arm? I don't know.

OK. Is there a burning sensation anywhere?

Uh, well, I don't know. I...I don't think so.

Everyone, just remain calm, please.

An emergency arachnologist... is on his way in as we speak.

KNOCKING

You rang? Yes. Frank needs you in Resus.

Ah. Oh, dear. I'd get that cleaned up.

Someone might hurt themselves. Thanks for the tip, Von.

FRANK: We've upped her dopamine and she's on full-strength norad,

but she's becoming very unstable.

So, what's his thinking on potential organ donation?

I haven't raised the subject with him yet.

He doesn't have any family support

and I'm the last person he wants to talk to at the moment.

YOU'RE the last person I want to talk to.

Hmm.

Where is he? In your office.

Just broach the subject with him and get him talking about it.

And, Von, um, we don't have much time.

No.

No, the guy's just lost his wife

and we want him to get a grip on that according to our timetable.

Mmm. I'll see what I can do.

VON: What was the occasion?

Oh...

We put in an offer on a house last month.

Uh, got a call today saying that it had been accepted

and I took Michelle out to tell her the news.

Should've seen her face when I told her.

(Sighs)

I should've stayed at home.

I should've told her somewhere that she'd be safe.

Christian, did you and Michelle discuss organ donation?

Well, she was a nominated organ donor.

It was on her driver's licence.

So?

Could we talk about that?

Look...a few hours ago, I was having a glass of champagne with my wife

and talking about the future.

And now you want me to give permission to take her organs?

Christian...

..you've suffered a terrible loss.

I wish I could give you all the time in the world to process that.

But the practicalities of organ...donation,

it doesn't allow us that luxury.

It was what Michelle wanted.

All I'm asking is that you think about that, please.

Would you like to see Michelle again?

Please.

DAN: Are you sure it was a funnel-web?

Well, it was black and ugly and huge.

Down here. OK. We'll...

We'll keep you in Triage for now and we'll monitor you closely, OK?

Jo, pull up a page on spiders in the computer. See if she recognises it.

And, Jo, the password around Frank

is there is NO poisonous spider in this E.D.

OK? Got it.

OK.

Dan! What now?

It's Max. He's gone.

I've got to...

Gab, we've got a bit of a situation.

(Sighs)

(Dials number on phone)

Yeah, could we get a taxi down to the E.D.? Ta.

Um...

Can I help you?

Uh, this is the nursing unit manager's office,

so unless you're after some A4 paper, it's best we stay out of here.

Come on, mate. Back to bed.

I'm not tired.

Well, are you hungry, then? Do you want something to eat?

Can I have some toast? Sure.

White? Wholemeal? You want a...muffin?

Muffin. Muffins are great.

I like muffins. Muffins are...

Come on, mate. Give me those.

Yeah... (Clears throat)

Good man. Good man.

Everything OK here, Dan? Yeah.

Max has just lost his way.

Uh, he couldn't find his scissors, but now he's found them.

They're safe, so... Ah.

Is this the muffin man? Yes, Max.

I'm the muffin man. Why don't we go back to bed, eh?

Come on.

(Softly) Gab. Gab.

(Gasps, murmurs)

(Sniffles)

Hey. What happened?

You got the flu, then you went home and you got better.

Oh, good. That's nice.

Great.

What's he doing?

We need to make sure the medications we're giving Michelle

are doing what they're meant to.

But why? You said she's not breathing.

Why does she need medication?

Christian, I assure you, we did everything we possibly could

to save your wife.

Get away from her.

Christian, what we're doing here isn't going to affect

the medical outcome for your wife.

We're just keeping the blood flowing, keeping your...

Keeping her fresh so you can tear her apart. That's right, isn't it?

No, we're trying to give you as much time as we can

so you can make the decision you're comfortable with.

Whatever that decision is.

She's still warm.

Yes, well, that's the combination of the effect of the machines

and the fluid we're pumping into her and the medications.

How can I say yes...

..when she doesn't even look dead?

The answer's no.

You leave her alone.

DAN: What about the scissors?

Well, he surrendered them when asked, didn't he?

You're joking.

Look, I know Max. He's not dangerous.

He says he is.

(Sighs) Haven't you got some sort of psych room?

It's in use.

Well, I wish I could take him off your hands, I really do,

but where do I put him?

He's in crisis.

Alright, look, I'll give my boss a call

and I'll see if he can find someone to look over him,

but I can't promise anything.

What if I said I was scared of him?

I'm sorry.

Are you scared of him? No.

Scared FOR him more than anything.

Bad things happen because people like Max

don't get the proper support they need.

Bart, Tim's pathology results. Who?

Young guy. Flu-like symptoms. Vomitus maximus. Remember?

Oh. Yep.

His white cell count's up. Sodium levels too.

Potassium's really low, which is not surprising,

considering how dehydrated he is.

Yeah, but the...depleted serum calcium and magnesium doesn't fit.

PAGER BEEPS (Groans)

We've got something else going on here.

Like what?

I'm going to write him up some potassium.

He's going to need a 12-lead ECG.

Can you beep me when you've done that?

(Sighs) Certainly, Doctor.

JO: There you go. WOMAN: Thank you very much.

DAN: How are you, Mrs Omar? Oh, I'm fine, thank you.

No ill effects from the spider bite?

Jo seems to think that it didn't bite me at all.

Ah.

I'll keep an eye on her for a while longer, though.

Excuse me.

Your heart's developed a slight arrhythmia.

Am I having a heart attack? No.

But we would like to correct it.

We're going to give you some potassium.

It's going to normalise the levels in your blood.

Hopefully that will help.

I knew something like this would happen.

Why is that?

I start getting fat again and everything goes wrong.

But you said you've lost a lot of weight.

Would a diet supplement do this?

Well, it depends how much you were taking.

How much WERE you taking?

More than the recommended dose? How much more?

Did you ever know anyone trying to lose weight

that takes the recommended dose?

How much, Timothy? About four times.

I can't keep the weight off any other way.

Look, this is a potentially life-threatening situation.

Potassium levels as low as this...

..it can affect the rhythm of your heart.

Is it really worth a few kilos if you're going to damage your heart?

You've got no idea what it's like to be fat, do you?

And I bet you could get any girl you wanted.

Uh...no, I can't.

You could if you tried. At least they look at you, not through you.

Timothy, your health is much more important than what you look like.

Have you ever dated a fat guy?

SEAN: Nearly there, Michelle.

What are they doing?

This is the last of the tests, Christian.

They're talking to Michelle because, even though she isn't with us,

she's...still our patient.

No response when the cornea's touched.

Positive doll's eye response when the head's turned.

(Sobs softly)

Don't worry, Michelle. We're being as gentle as we can.

Can you get me some iced water, Sean?

Help! Help! Get it off me!

BART: Uh...

What's that all about? It's under control.

What is it? A spider! Get it!

BART: Right. Spider. A spider. OK.

Are you sure it's on the bed? Yeah!

Sort of under control.

BART: I'm going to take this off you, OK?

Right. This is going to normalise your potassium levels.

It's fine. Looks like the spider skedaddled.

It's OK. No spider. That's it.

Let's get back to bed. Come on.

You need to sit down.

It's OK. You don't have to stay in this bed if you don't want to.

Alright?

OK. Calm down. It's OK.

No! No, it's OK.

No! Get away from me!

OK, Max. That's...that's enough.

(Softly) Hey, you OK? It's OK. It's OK. OK.

OK. Come on, then.

It's fine, Max. You can stay where you are.

I need you to... Come on. I need you to get back into the bed right now.

I need you to... It's OK.

Look in my eyes.

Now, I'm going to be back in just one minute, OK?

(Sighs)

TIMOTHY: I'm not a total idiot, you know?

Crash-dieting's really dangerous, though, Tim.

I mean, it doesn't just affect your heart.

It affects your lungs and your nervous system.

I get the message.

But someone like you, you say you understand,

but you can't.

You've got everything. (Scoffs)

Believe me, I haven't.

Now, do you want me to call your girlfriend? It's Mardi, isn't it?

My fiancee.

Well, there you go. You can't be doing that badly.

No.

No, um...don't wake her up.

I don't want to upset her.

She doesn't know you're here? We don't live together.

We're going to do things properly.

We're going to get married, then we're going to get a place.

Got to respect a girl, right?

Yeah. Good on you.

Uh, g'day, Doc. We've got a drunk driver here.

He's had a huge night and he's still legless.

Busted his nose driving into a parked car.

If I say yes to the organ donation...?

Well, first we would contact the organ donation coordinator.

Then we...

Christian?

(Christian roars)

Hey! Get off him. Get off him!

You killed her, you bastard! YOU KILLED HER!

Calm down! You killed her! You killed her!

Calm down!

SIREN WAILS

How could anyone be that selfish and just drive away?

He'll be thinking about that for the rest of his life.

I mean, I've never been in a fight before.

I never even hit anyone.

I'm glad Michelle didn't see.

She'd understand. No.

No. She'd be disappointed.

She always wanted to see the best in me, you know?

You ARE doing your best, Christian.

Am I? I mean, am I just being selfish too?

She'd...she'd want to help.

If she could.

Michelle could save the lives of up to 10 people.

That many?

For instance, I know a girl who had a heart transplant when she was 12,

which saved her life,

and now she's studying medicine.

(Softly) Yeah.

Not her eyes, though.

I couldn't bear to lose her eyes, you know.

That's entirely up to you.

I know this is... little comfort to you,

but...something positive could come from this.

One blood alcohol sample.

I still want to talk to him about the hit-and-run.

No. Look, he's in no state to be interviewed, OK?

I'm sorry, but while he's under my care,

I have to be the patient's advocate, so...

He doesn't deserve an advocate.

I see Max is still here. Where else would he be?

I think that we can let spider woman go.

She's still symptom-free,

so unless it was the most piss-weakest funnel-web in history,

I don't even think she got bitten.

Any sign of Incy Wincy? Nope.

And I was hoping it would clear the waiting room, but no such luck.

(American accent) That goddamn spider's gonna die.

(Sighs) You guys have all the fun.

Yeah. Yeah.

It's a nonstop comedy hour around here tonight. (Clicks tongue)

OK, don't fuss. Don't. It's nothing.

How are you going? Where's Security?

Where they always are - somewhere else.

What are you doing about it? You're lucky Ricky wasn't seriously hurt.

I'll be fine. That's not the point.

Bart, I'll be fine.

At least now we know he's a threat, we can get him scheduled.

He didn't mean it. He was just scared.

I've got an idea, mate. Yeah?

Why don't I stick around and grab a coffee? He might sober up soon.

That guy's not sobering up any time soon, and you know that.

Well, maybe.

But say something happened, like, I don't know,

Max there decided to play up again.

You could give me a yell.

Always happy to help out the boys in blue.

Good.

Help! Can somebody please come in here?!

It's burning! Where? Where, where, where?

(Groans) All the way up here. Please do something!

Uh, what's happened? He's on a potassium infusion.

And there's burning at the IV side. OK. Stop the infusion.

The cannula might have blown. Yeah. Try flushing it with saline.

Uh, Tim, I think you might be having a reaction

to the medication we're giving you.

(Sighs) What's happening? There's a peak in the T waves.

I think the potassium's affecting your heart rhythm,

so we'll give you a different type of medication, OK,

to try to help you.

It's flushing fine.

I'll do a repeat serum potassium level and an ABG.

It's still burning.

Dan, can you go and get some... Thank you.

Goldman. What the hell's going on? Looks like a dose issue.

Whose patient's this?

It's mine, Dr Campion.

I don't know what's happened.

Give me that.

Why such a large dose of potassium?

It was only 2.8 on his blood test.

So what exactly is going on? I don't know what's happening.

You're the bloody doctor. You're supposed to know.

Look, I'm sorry. I must have made a mistake.

Go home. Dr Campion...

Zoe's taking over this patient. I want you out of here.

Look, IF I made a mistake, shouldn't I hang around and try and correct it?

No, you should avoid the mistake in the first place.

That's what REAL doctors do, Homer,

especially ones that want to work in my E.D.

Now, I won't argue with you. GO HOME.

Frank, the organ donation coordinator's here to see you.

I'll take those.

This should make you feel better, Tim.

He's developed cardiac toxicity from the potassium overdose.

I'm going to need 5 millimoles of 10% calcium chloride.

Start him up on a glucose-insulin infusion,

followed on by frusemide, 20 milligrams.

We'll do a repeat EUC one hour after treatment.

Yep.

Am I going to be OK? Yes, Tim.

We're going to look after you, OK?

Can you please call my fiancee?

Yep.

Von? The organ donation coordinator's here.

Thank you.

I don't have to say goodbye yet, do I?

No. Of course not.

How long will it take once... once they start?

Up to about five hours.

And what exactly happens?

Well, it's...

..it's just like a normal operation.

Um...an incision is made...

..and the organs are removed.

Everything is done with respect.

And when it's done,

Michelle's body will be returned to its normal...condition

and, um, if her family wish to see her,

there'll be no visible signs of what's happened.

It's a difficult decision, Christian. You have my admiration.

And respect.

(Sighs)

Her handbag. Is it here?

There's a hairbrush in there.

Shall I get it? Yeah.

Here you go. Thank you.

I'm just going to...

I've never done this before.

You're doing fine.

Haven't you got a common room to go to?

The potassium, Frank. I put it into the burette.

What?

I put the potassium into the burette instead of the fluid bag.

I don't know why I did it. I...

I have...I have absolutely no... no idea. I can't...

(Sighs) I can't believe I did it.

You're telling me you gave that patient

almost the entire dose of potassium in half an hour instead of 10 hours?

Cate, you could've killed the man! I know. I'm sorry.

Not half as sorry as that poor bugger is.

You'd better hope he doesn't develop tissue necrosis

and we have to cut off his bloody arm.

Did Homer know? No.

It won't happen again, Frank. I promise.

I'm unimpressed, Cate. VERY unimpressed.

And if you think this is going to be swept under the carpet, think again.

From now on, I am going to be breathing down your neck.

If you make one false move, just one...

..you'll be out of this E.D.

Yes, Frank.

Cate.

I've been over this order a few times.

And it's correct. Yeah, I know.

It was my mistake, not yours.

I've seen Frank and got it all sorted,

so you can forget about it, OK?

I'm not going to forget about it.

It was a mistake, Bart. Get over it.

Look, I'm the intern.

I'm going to stuff up occasionally.

But if I had your experience, I'd expect a lot more of myself.

Yeah? Well, that's not my problem.

It's time, Christian.

(Sobs)

We'll take good care of her.

No! No.

Michelle!

I'm going to keep that house, OK, Michelle?

I'm going to do it up just like we planned.

You're alright. (Sobs)

Come on.

It's alright. It's OK.

What's going to happen to my arm? Will it be alright?

It should be.

And my heart? It'll be OK if I stop taking the diet pills?

That's right.

And if I stop...I'll get fat again,

Mardi will leave me, my life will turn to crap.

Oh, Timothy.

You know, you're a really nice guy,

but you've got to stop focusing on the negative all the time.

You've got a lot to be grateful for.

I've seen pictures of the guys she went out with before me.

None of them were lard-arses.

Yeah, but she's not marrying them, is she?

(Softly) No.

Your fiancee's here. Oh, Mardi!

(Sobs)

Homer?

Walk with me.

Frank, I mean, you expect a level of perfection, and...

Homer, for God's sake, shut up and let me apologise.

(Sighs)

It's not your fault. I know. But...

And yet, you didn't complain,

you took my misdirected and ill-informed abuse

with both dignity and restraint,

and so would you please accept my apologies?

Uh...I do. Of course I do.

Good. Good. Did you know you'd done nothing wrong?

Yes. Well, for God's sake, lad.

Why didn't you stand up for yourself? I didn't have time.

You were being... misdirected and ill-informed

and...a little bit scary.

Yes, well, that's in my nature, so I guess I'll keep on doing it,

because I expect nothing but the best from you.

But from now on, for God's sake,

start believing in yourself, will you?

Yeah, right.

Now, off you go home, get in your jammies and go to bed.

Go on.

I was going to hurt someone.

We're not always right about ourselves, are we?

Hey, once they get you upstairs, they'll reassess your medications

and that should settle things down for you.

I can't believe you stuck by me after what I did.

Hey, you're not going to get rid of me that easy.

Hey, we all get frightened sometimes, Max.

(Sighs)

He was really lucky he ran into you tonight.

(Laughs softly) Others would be pressing charges.

Oh, I'm not much of a fan of the legal system. (Laughs softly)

You don't like cops? No, I didn't say that.

Oh. Good. (Chuckles)

So, uh, would you want to grab something to eat

after your shift today?

Thanks.

But no. Not this time.

OK. That's alright. Next time, maybe.

I can live with that.

0.18. Blood alcohol of 0.18.

No wonder he can't walk. (Sighs)

Is that the hit-and-run? Mmm.

Told me he had a fight with his wife about alcohol.

So what does he do? He goes out and drinks more alcohol.

He throws a tantrum and somebody else dies.

Let's get him out of here.

Arsehole.

Any news on Tamara?

Uh, she's out of Recovery and she's doing pretty well.

She's going to have a monster headache, though.

Vincent, you're not coming down with this flu, by any chance, are you?

I don't get the flu. Oh...

(Sneezes)

It's not the flu.

Get out of here with your germs, Vincent.

It's not the flu! Whatever.

Great. The man I wanted to see. All yours.

(Sighs)

You can go home, Supernurse.

OK.

(Sneezes)