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(Bart calls) Hannah!

You need to come back inside.

Something's wrong. Somebody's in trouble.

ERICA: Come on. Can I sit down?

Yes, of course, once we get inside.

Runaway granny.

(Groans)

Steady there. Steady. Oh, God, it hurts.

Somebody help me, please. We will, mate. We will.

What's happened?

Extremity trapped in the conveyor belt of an automatic car wash.

How?

Still trying to work that out. I was trying to talk to her.

Partial amputation of the left lower leg and foot.

How much blood loss? About 500ml.

(Coughs and groans)

(Groans)

Try the whistle again, mate. It'll help with the pain, OK?

The blood vessels and nerves in the leg are partially severed.

There's only a few tendons and a strip of skin still intact.

Looks like a fractured tib and fib - probably complex -

and a likely bimalleolar fracture of the ankle.

I'll get hold of the orthopods for a consult.

GABBY: I'll get an operating theatre on stand-by.

VINCENT: Cheers.

Oxygen mask, Lane. Nice deep breaths.

Yeah, hi. It's Gabrielle Jaeger in the ED.

I need an operating theatre on stand-by.

We've got a major leg injury.

What are they all doing? Oh, something's terribly wrong.

Terribly, terribly wrong.

(Gasps) Someone help him. Help him.

Oh, yeah, somebody help me.

An orthopaedic surgeon is on his way.

They're looking after him, Hannah, it's OK.

Come on, we need to take those bloods, remember?

FRANK: Who's this? And why is she hanging around my Resus bay?

A bit disorientated, Dr Campion. Haven't figured out why yet.

Well, go and orient her.

Keep her out of my Resus.

Yes, Dr Campion.

DAN: Blood pressure's quite low - runs the risk of going into shock.

OK, get more fluids up, run them wide open.

Hey, can someone call my wife?

I'll get onto that as soon as we get you settled, OK?

Let's give him 1mg of Midaz. Sure.

Keep a close eye on his obs, please. Vincent, what's his status?

Combination crush injury and partial amputation.

There's substantial nerve and tissue damage.

Reattachment a possibility?

That's the plan.

I see.

ERICA: Almost done, Hannah. There we go.

Why are you doing this?

Do you know where you are, Hannah?

Hospital. At last!

I couldn't find it.

I just kept walking round and round and round. (Laughs)

Can you remember why you came to hospital?

Did you feel sick? Mmm.

Did you hit your head? I don't think so.

I just didn't feel right.

And my heart was racing

and I just walked around and around...

Hey. Hey. Ooh! Just try and relax.

That's it.

Uh, how are her obs?

Um, pulse is a bit rapid but everything else is fine.

And there's still no answer at home?

No, I've left messages but I haven't heard back yet.

I don't like these clothes.

Whoa. Hey. No, no, don't do that.

I'll get you a gown.

Oh, thank you. That'd be lovely.

You remind me of Lindy.

Who's Lindy? My daughter.

Uh, if you give me her number I could give her a call.

I'm not giving you my daughter's telephone number.

Good heavens - what sort of a mother do you think I am?

No, I just meant we could let her know that you're here.

METAL CRASHES (Gasps)

I'm so sorry.

It's OK - just someone being clumsy, that's all.

I'll be back with that gown.

Maybe it's some sort of infection.

I mean, that could explain the confusion.

I'll get these bloods off to Pathology.

Do you want an MSU? Yeah, thanks.

Still not feeling well, Cate?

Shut up, Bart.

BOTH: Ooh.

I'll just go and get that, um...

Yeah.

..doctor, yeah. Yeah. Great.

She's probably very embarrassed about last night - SO drunk.

Yes, she was.

Not sure how she thinks she's gonna get through a full shift.

(Chuckles)

Vincent also wants a Doppler ultrasound

to assess circulation.

Preferably on the way to theatre.

I need you to see a patient for me.

Didn't expect to see you today.

Heard you had a big night.

Took something of a fall, I believe. Yes.

Uh, Rhiannon Andrews - she's 17 weeks pregnant,

she's presented with stomach cramps, vomiting and she's scared to death.

All yours. OK.

Just give me a second.

I'm gonna go organise a portable ultrasound, alright?

Thank you. I'll let him know.

Great. (Hangs up)

Jack? Yeah.

Good luck with the exam.

Yeah, ditto from me too.

Thanks, guys.

OK. Can you feel this?

No.

Oh, you're not knocking me out! It's just...

Not till my wife gets here. It's just to ease the pain.

That one was for tetanus. I need to see her.

I need to speak to her. Listen, pal.

Go running through a car wash, you're bound to get some damage.

Now, let my team patch you up or we'll knock you out

whether you like it or not.

I called your wife, Lane.

Her mobile's turned off. (Groans)

Want me to draw up the drugs again? No, he won't be here that long.

Radiology is on stand-by.

Hang on. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Lane.

No, no, it's just a business card.

It's her work number. Call them?

Alright. OK. I'll try that.

Hey, tell her to catch a cab.

Why don't we forget about Radiology?

Let the ortho boys know I'll meet them in theatre. Sure.

What are you talking about?

The tissue below the fracture is beginning to die.

Well, stop it dying.

That's the plan. Alright, let's prep him for transport.

No, no, no, wait - my wife isn't here yet.

We don't have time to wait for her.

She won't be far away. Please? I want to tell her I love her.

We'll give her a message. Listen!

I'm not going anywhere

until my wife is standing here in front of me.

Understand?

Then you just might lose your entire leg.

I can live without the leg, Doc,

but I can't live without Melissa.

Tell me where it hurts.

Yeah, there. Is it the baby?

I don't think so.

We've only just started telling people about it.

Didn't want to jinx ourselves.

It's OK, sweetheart. It's OK.

Rhiannon had a miscarriage last year.

Has there been any spotting or bleeding?

Nup.

But she's been throwing up all night. That can't be good, eh?

There are a thousand reasons you might've been throwing up, Rhiannon.

So it is just a tummy bug?

It could be.

Told you.

Has anyone else in the family been sick?

Nup.

What did you have for dinner last night?

Just pasta - homemade.

I've been really careful about what I eat.

Yeah, no shellfish, processed meat, soft cheeses.

She gave up coffee and wine. Like you gave me a choice on that.

(Chuckles) Well...

OK. And there we go.

Is everything OK? Yeah.

Looks good to me - see the little heart beat?

Yeah. It's strong.

Hear that, sweetheart? It's all good.

It's all good... (Gags)

Here. Here. I've got you.

I'll write her up for Maxolon, 10mg, IMI.

Mm-hm.

I'm sorry. It's alright. Don't worry about it.

I've got this. You go get the Maxolon.

And we'll start her on a saline solution.

See if we can rehydrate her. Yep.

(Rhiannon gags)

DAN: Resps 20, sats 98%, heart rate is stable.

How's it look? It's pretty bad.

(Sighs) Alright, look, I'll organise authority to override his wishes.

Ah, hold that thought. Lane, I just got onto your wife.

She's on her way. Oh, thank God.

How far away is she? 10 minutes max.

Come on, Vincent, let the man see his wife.

OK, let's just prep him for transfer.

We'll move him out as soon as she gets here, OK?

Great. I'll go down to theatre.

Uh, Frank...please?

Casey has Duchenne's muscular dystrophy.

He was in here about six weeks ago. Father's name is Paul.

Straight through to Acute 3. Paul, is it? I'm Frank Campion.

Frank is the director of the emergency department.

Um, I dunno what happened to him.

He's been doing really well on the BIPAP.

Hasn't he, Von? Uh, yes, Casey's on my home roster.

He's had a bout of pneumonia. Right.

Casey, I'm gonna have a listen to your chest, mate.

Please be careful - he's been in a lot of pain.

We'll take good care of him, Paul.

Our GP put him on some antibiotics for a couple of days.

He just kept getting worse.

His lungs are wet.

Well, that's a new development.

Hi, Mr Taylor.

Get baseline obs done, will you?

Hello, Casey. I'd be happier if he was in Resus.

We'll transfer him as soon as it's free.

Casey, can you open your eyes for me?

Good man.

Pupils about 4 and sluggish.

Nup. Not his baseline.

Pupils normally react briskly.

How are you feeling, Casey?

Stuffed.

How rapid was his deterioration?

I saw him less than a week ago.

He was breathing steady, he was alert.

This is how I found him today.

But he'll be right, won't he?

Uh, Paul, you come with me

and we'll let them look after Casey.

Hey? Come on.

I'll be in my office. Right.

He's shutting down, Frank.

Do you want warming packs to dilate the vessels?

Yep. As soon as we get IV access we'll need full bloods and an ABG.

Erica?

Did you nurse him last time he was here?

We all did. And we almost lost him too.

And nobody thought it might be kinder to let him go?

His dad wouldn't let us.

Spence had no choice but to resuscitate him.

Get his old notes, will you?

And organise an urgent chest X-ray.

MAN: Headache?

Mmm.

Have you taken something for the nausea?

No, I don't need anything. OK.

We'll need to get bloods on Rhiannon Andrews

and rush the results through.

Why - do you think this is more than just gastro?

I don't know yet, but she's badly dehydrated

and that puts her at an increased risk of miscarriage.

Are you sure you don't want me to write you up for some Maxolon?

Will you drop it? I'm fine.

Then I'll assume you'll be well enough to do your job

for the rest of your shift?

Yes, Dr Everleigh, I will.

Good.

Start her on normal saline,

watch her closely for any signs of oedema,

get me a stool sample.

Unless of course you're too sick to do that?

No, no. One stool sample coming up.

One urgent chest X-ray. Thank you.

Give me five minutes - I'll take over on Casey Taylor.

Our man in Resus is about to go up to theatre.

Cool. Um, where's his father?

Still with Von.

OK. I'll order that portable echo for you.

Thanks.

Bloody hell.

Who's this?

The kid in 3 - Duchenne's M.D.

The chest is completely whited out.

There are no lung markings at all. Yes, I know.

What are you gonna do?

Talk to his dad.

(Knocks on door)

How is he?

Casey's a very sick young man, Paul.

He's been a very sick young man all his life, Dr Campion.

Did you manage to cannulate him?

Yes, I did. Thank God.

Most of the time he ends up with a central line. He hates it.

Yeah. I detected a heart murmur.

Is that new?

Yes, Casey was diagnosed with cardiomyopathy

the last time he was here.

He's on medication. It's being treated.

The medication isn't working, Paul. Well, change it.

If it's not doing its job, we need to try something else, right?

I just had a look at Casey's chest X-ray.

And?

All areas of his lungs have been affected by the pneumonia

and it's unlikely he'll respond to antibiotics.

I want to see him. His lungs are filling with fluid.

He doesn't have the strength to breathe in the oxygen he needs

to keep his heart beating.

I know all that. So put him on a ventilator.

Sure, but if I do that...

..there's a high possibility that he'll never come off it.

I know you've got to tell me all the possibilities.

You and your team, you'll get him through. You've done it before.

Tread carefully, Frank.

As opposed to charging in like a bull at a gate

like I normally do?

The last time Casey was here

he had begged his father to kill him.

When Paul couldn't go through with it, he...

..well, he asked me to do it.

The last few weeks,

Paul's changed a lot.

I would call it a breakdown.

So please...tread carefully.

DAN: I'm glad we got hold of you.

Your husband wouldn't go to theatre before seeing you.

Is he gonna lose his leg?

Uh, at this stage we're not sure.

But the longer we leave the operation,

the less chance he has of saving it.

Are you OK?

Did he tell you that I've left him?

No, he didn't.

(Exhales deeply) I'm sorry - I can't do this.

Please, please, please.

Whatever's going on between you two won't change the fact

that he won't let us treat him until he's seen you.

You don't want him to lose his leg. Of course not.

Now, it won't take long, I promise.

And there's a theatre ready and waiting for him.

So...please?

OK? Lane, your wife.

Oh, hey, Mel. You made it.

Take it easy.

(Grunts)

Are you in pain?

Yeah, a bit, but... it doesn't matter now.

You're a bloody idiot. What were you thinking?

I was thinking of you.

I'm always thinking of you, babe.

I'm not your babe, I'm not your anything.

Don't do this, Mel. You have got to stop this.

I mean it, Lane.

Look at what you're doing to yourself.

Please? DAN: Lane, don't.

Just come home.

I can't do this anymore. Just come home!

Look, stop her. Stop her, please.

Sorry, it's time to go. No, I'm not going anywhere.

We kept up our end of the bargain -

your wife was standing in front of you.

You've got to get her back. I can't, Lane.

Oh, please, mate.

I've really got to talk to her.

Mrs Wilson, wait.

Melissa, please. Please.

I'm not going back in, if that's what you want.

Look, you've come all this way.

Surely that means you still care about him, right?

Wrong. OK. OK.

There's obviously a lot of stuff that's going on with you two,

but he's still refusing to go to theatre.

How is that my problem? It'll only take a few minutes.

Please? Do you know how he hurt himself?

He chased me into a car wash this morning,

banging on the car window, trying to get the door open.

He's in a lot of pain.

He's not thinking straight, and he obviously loves you.

He doesn't know what love is.

Every day, the third degree -

where have you been, who have you seen?

I got too scared to leave the house

in case he rang to check on me and I wasn't there.

We don't even live together anymore, so...

..whatever happens to him now, it's just not my concern.

Oh, watch his hands - you need to rest them on a pillow.

Oh, OK.

Why don't you show us what's, uh, most comfortable for him?

You OK? There you go.

That's the boy.

Yeah, that's better, isn't it? Hey?

Thank you.

Gotta get your act together, get this sorted.

I'll be right back.

OK.

PAUL: Hey?

Footy season's not that far off.

What is it? Results of the cardiac echo.

His ejection fraction is shot.

He's dying.

Yep.

He is.

Well, where is she?

Well? She's not coming back, Lane.

What?

She said you were following her, you know, spying on her.

She was screwing around.

I mean, what would you do if she was your wife?

I dunno, but stalking her wouldn't be my first...

I'm not a stalker. Hey!

(Sighs) You don't know nothing.

Look, I gotta get outta here. Just calm down, OK?

I'm not a stalker, Dan. I know you're not.

Just take a few deep breaths, OK?

Uh, Dr Gallagher, if you've got a minute?

Yeah, sure. What is it, Bart?

I've got a mystery patient - Hannah McNamara.

Confusion, agitation,

lapsing into what looks like delirium.

No head injury? No.

And you've checked for infection, renal failure, hypoxia?

Nothing.

The neuro exam's incomplete.

Well, she's a bit...odd.

OK. Why don't you start with concluding the neuro exam first?

Hmm.

99,

98,

9... (Chuckles)

Are you still here? Still here.

(Chuckles)

Do you know what this is, Hannah?

(Chuckles) No.

You don't recognise this object?

Mmm. Could be an HB or 2B.

Alan would know -

draughtsmen always know their pencils.

Alan - is that your husband?

Mmm. My lovely husband.

Found her old notes.

Daughter's name's Lindy Shaw.

I can't get hold of her.

It's Tuesday, it's golf day.

Lindy's always busy, busy, busy, busy.

Are you sure you're not taking any drugs from the chemist

or maybe the health food store?

Didn't want to move in at Lindy's. Too much work for her.

The kids, the dogs, widowed mother.

Uh, when did your husband pass away, Mrs McNamara?

It was an accident.

He left for work and he never came home.

I wanted to see him

but the coroner said it was a bad idea.

Why... Why would they say that, do you think?

Don't know, Hannah.

Do you want me to organise a head CT?

Yeah, thanks.

Husband's death could be the key.

You think this is a grief reaction?

See if you can find out how long ago he died. Sure.

I'll check these bloods, make sure we haven't missed anything.

(Grunts) Lane, what are you doing?

Hey! I've gotta get outta here, mate.

No. Just... I've gotta find her.

Hold on, hold on. Stop. Stop!

I need to talk to her. Cut it out!

Oh, hell.

No way the dressing's gonna hold those bleeders now.

Tourniquet? Yep.

You said a tourniquet was dangerous.

I said we only use them in life-threatening situations,

which at that stage you weren't in - now you are.

So if you just sign the form, we'll get you to theatre.

I can't... FRANK: Vincent?

I need the Resus cleared now.

His BP's dropping.

OK. Push those fluids through.

Why didn't you stop her?

How am I gonna get her back if I can't talk to her?

Well, look at it this way - you'll never get her back if you're dead.

Getting you to theatre is the only way

you're gonna straighten things out with your wife.

OK. I'll sign the form.

Hey, call her, Dan? She'll come back.

She loves me. Yeah, mate, I will.

She'll probably be waiting for me when I come to, eh?

Probably.

Come on, Vincent, you must feel a little bit sorry for him.

Not at all - the guy's an idiot.

Well, there's a fine line between love and hate, isn't there?

And he crossed it, if you ask my opinion.

Not really. Well, you got it.

Hey. I, uh...

..noticed my little trip in here in the middle of the night

wasn't on the computer this morning.

Thanks for that. Alright.

Listen, if you need a friend to talk to, alright,

you know where to find me.

Yeah, I do.

Cate? She's getting worse, mate.

You OK?

(Gags)

(Strained) We'll get a sample of this off to pathology, OK?

(Weakly) I thought the diarrhoea had gone.

Can you give her something to stop it?

Well, that's not a good idea.

I mean, if we stop it,

then there's no way for the body to flush out the infection.

Yeah, but what about the baby?

The doctor said something about

dehydration being dangerous to the pregnancy and that.

Yeah. That's exactly what I'm gonna go and talk to him about, OK?

Yeah, um, can... If you could suck on the ice?

And I'll get some lanolin for your lips, alright?

OK. OK.

VON: Paul, we're moving Casey to Resus now.

OK. It's OK.

I'll come and get you if he needs you.

I was just saying that when we get out of there this time,

I'm gonna organise his grandma to visit.

Always cheers him up.

Um, Paul, maybe you and I should go outside for a talk.

I don't want to leave him.

Mate, we need to talk about Casey's quality of life.

This is just another setback in a long line of setbacks.

You'll get him through.

No, Paul, not this time.

Any idea how many times I've heard that?

Yeah, I'm sure.

But the things we're doing to try and make Casey feel better

are actually making him feel worse.

(Chuckles)

What - all the wonders of the modern medical world,

you're saying you can't do a thing?

No.

It might be better if...

..if you let go.

For your son's sake.

You can't ask me to do that.

When Casey was in here last time...

..you talked about it, didn't you?

And he was very clear about it, wasn't he?

He was depressed.

He...he...

He was... He's a kid.

He hadn't left his home and his room for weeks.

My son's a fighter.

aren't you, mate?

I've got no doubt about that, Paul,

but right now his body is giving up that fight.

It's time for you to make decisions

about what you want us to do when that happens.

Where there's life, Dr Campion...

..you know, there's hope.

You save him.

We're torturing the kid.

And prolonging Paul's agony in the process.

I know that, but he has the right to make a decision

and we have no choice but to follow it.

Well, sooner or later he's gonna have to be intubated.

Then we'll need to persuade the father to change his mind

before we get to that.

Anything I can do, Dr Campion?

No. Thank you, Homer.

How's your patient going?

I think it's a grief reaction - husband died almost a year ago.

(Distant) Although you'd think she'd have these symptoms before now

if that was what was causing it.

There's no time limit on grief, Bart.

You remember that.

FRANK: Crackles are worse.

Give him a dose of Frusemide and start him on BIPAP.

He was doing OK on that at home - made him feel better.

Might make him feel more comfortable but it's not gonna change anything.

We'll make it work. We always do.

Jesus, Paul.

Remember what the kid had to go through last time?

Hey? He cried all the way home in the car.

He was in agony. He hated it.

Things are better now, Von. You know that.

You've seen that things... things were good. You know that.

Hey, Casey, hey?

(Weakly) Make it...stop, Dad.

Hey, you're gonna be OK, mate.

You've just gotta hang on.

OK? You hang on in there.

(Whispers) OK? Please...

..no more.

CURTAIN SWISHES

Leave him, Von. Leave him.

Get that BIPAP on him now.

I'm really sorry about this, Casey.

Did you get that stool sample?

Yeah, I did - the results aren't back yet, though.

What's going on?

Rhiannon should be feeling a bit better than she is.

The injections for the nausea should've had more effect.

Have you visited anyone in hospital lately

or been in contact with anyone...

No. ..that's been in a hospital?

Look, mate, we've been through all this before.

No-one around us has been sick and even if they were,

we wouldn't have gone anywhere near them.

OK. I'm gonna give you something for the diarrhoea.

I thought that it was good to get rid of the bugs.

Well, in most cases it is...

But right now we can't risk you getting any more dehydrated.

Are you sure about this, mate?

I don't want you doing anything that's gonna hurt her or the baby.

The dehydration is now a greater risk than the infection.

Tom, you know how I feel about taking anything while I'm pregnant.

You heard the man, sweetheart.

It's the best option. No.

It's the lesser of the two evils, that's all.

It doesn't make it right.

I'll eat yoghurt -

it's good for tummy bugs.

Rhiannon... It's gentler, you know?

You can't even keep water down - how are you gonna eat yoghurt?

I don't know - I just will.

It worked for my morning sickness.

How bad was the morning sickness?

DOMINIC: Oh, drove her mad.

Then when it got better

the indigestion kicked in.

Did you take anything for that?

Um, yeah, yeah, uh, something from the chemist.

What sort of something?

Um, I...I dunno.

Uh, can't remember.

But we double-checked that it was safe to use during pregnancy, yeah.

OK.

We'll be back in a minute. Can I see you?

Yeah.

Just have some more of those.

Now?

Yeah.

I know what you're gonna say.

And I swear I took a thorough history -

there was nothing mentioned about indigestion tablets.

Was there mucus in the stool sample you took?

I dunno. I didn't look at it.

Indigestion drugs have been linked to C-diff,

as have mucoid an malodorous stools.

All you had to do was look at the sample...

Yes, it was an oversight, Sean, don't make a big deal...

We could've worked this out hours ago.

I'm not in the mood for one of your lectures.

You were too hung-over to do your bloody job.

I'm more than happy to stay out of your private life,

but don't tell me to mind my business when you bring personal crap to work.

Oh, for goodness' sakes.

You know what?

I will get onto Pathology and I'll rush through the results, alright?

Forget it.

Move Rhiannon into the ISO.

See if we can avoid spreading this infection to the rest of the ED.

(Scoffs)

You can be such a patronising prick sometimes.

I need to make an official complaint about one of your nurses.

What's Cate done now?

His sats are falling.

Gabby, is Paul back yet? No, he's still with Von.

Get him now.

MACHINE BEEPS RAPIDLY

What do you want to do?

Frank.

Give his father a chance to get here.

His sats are still falling, Frank.

Well, what happened?

His lungs are shutting down, Paul.

Well, then you need to intubate him.

Is that what you really want? Is that what Casey wants?

You'll do everything to save him, do you understand?

(Yells) Do you understand?

Dan, get that Yankauer sucker working, will you?

Alright, then, Paul,

let's get out so they can do their job.

No, I'm gonna stay - make sure he does what I ask.

They will. You know they will.

Sux and thio, Dan.

VON: Come on.

Frank?

Hold the drugs, Dan.

MACHINE BEEPS

He's in asystole. Take that, Dan.

GABBY: Starting chest compressions.

Turn up the oxygen.

This is not right, Frank.

Keep going.

ZOE: Charging 200.

MACHINE CHARGES UP

Casey's heart stopped - we're attempting to revive him.

'Attempting'? Why aren't you with him?

He's in perfectly good hands, Paul. I need to talk about his prognosis.

I've had all the conversations I'm gonna about that.

We can't save your son. Well, then I'll take him home.

I'll get a nurse to live in, do whatever it takes.

Whatever it takes... No, Paul.

None of that will change Casey's illness or prognosis.

He's my son! My son!

If I haven't got him, what have I got?

Paul, you look at me.

Look at me!

This isn't about you... ZOE: Clear!

You think I enjoy it - his pain?

I love him. I can't just give up.

Yes, but do you love him enough to do the right thing by him?

No matter how much it hurts you.

Paul?

I need to see him, Von, and be with him.

ZOE: Clear!

MACHINE BEEPS

We've got a rhythm but it's irregular.

Paul, would you like us to intubate and put him on a ventilator?

No, leave him alone.

Ceasing active resuscitation now.

If there's anything you need, Paul... Please just get out.

I love you, Casey.

So when you're ready...

..you can go, OK?

(Cries)

You can go.

(Sobs) Go now.

You can go.

Beep, beep, beep.

Beep, beep... That's the heart monitor, Hannah.

That tells us that you've got a good regular heartbeat.

Wow.

I never knew that it sounded like that.

How are we going in here?

Uh, still no change, although she's a little calmer -

drowsier.

How are you feeling, Hannah?

I'm starving.

I bet you are.

Is there anything to eat around here?

I don't care what it is.

We can get you something to eat.

Just give me a minute. Bart?

BART: Yeah? Beep...

Can you run me through those symptoms again?

Um, confusion, disorientation,

thought patterns are erratic...

What?

You forgot to say "the munchies".

Boo! (Laughs) Boo.

(Hannah laughs) She's stoned.

(Hesitantly) Really?

Really.

Oh, come on. You two did go to uni, didn't you?

Well, yeah... (Laughs)

Check her urine specimen for cannabis.

And what exactly are you basing your diagnosis on, Zoe?

Clinical presentation.

And a few parties that I don't remember too much about.

Mmm, I'm tired. (Giggles)

What's a sweet old lady doing smoking pot?

MAN: Alright. Let's get her inside. This our MVA?

Yeah, she was trapped for about an hour before rescue could free her.

Timing, Jack.

DAN: Melissa, what happened?

Bruno's dead.

He hit his head on the windscreen and I was calling him....

Don't try to talk. You'll be OK. ..but he didn't answer.

Move her inside. She's lost lots of blood.

We'll need to set up for a transfusion.

Wonder what Lane's gonna make of this.

Who's Lane? Her husband.

I thought the guy in the car was her husband.

When you spend all day answering multiple choice questions, Jack,

you miss all the fun.

DAN: Melissa? MACHINE BEEPS

Melissa?

Her BP's dropping. She's unconscious.

She's bleeding internally. Open up those fluids.

OK. We need sux and thio, Dan. One step ahead of you.

She's tachy with a regular rhythm.

We're going to be moving her very soon.

MACHINE BEEPS She's in VT.

OK, adrenaline 1mg on stand-by. GABBY: Gotcha.

Gotta get this woman to theatre, guys.

Have you any idea how old I am?

Why on earth would I be smoking cannabis?

You haven't?

I've never heard anything so ridiculous.

Now, look, I'm going to try and get some sleep.

For me, that's saying something.

Do you suffer from insomnia?

Yes.

So does my daughter Lindy - runs in the family.

Um, what have you eaten in, say, the last 12 hours?

Has anyone given you homemade biscuits or cake?

Muffins. Lindy makes them.

I don't suppose you know what sort of muffins they were?

Chocolate chip.

Was that all that was in them?

Oh, my God.

Will...will Lindy go to jail?

Or will I?

It's not our job to report drug use, Hannah.

(Chuckles) I drove the car here.

Well, your daughter shouldn't have given you something like that

without telling you what was in it.

She said it would relax me.

I haven't slept well since Alan passed away.

Well, drugs have different effects on different people.

Cannabis can be relaxing,

but it can also cause anxiety, confusion.

But I'm not anxious now, not at all.

That's because it's wearing off.

But I am hungry.

Well, that's also to be expected.

Looks like the treatment of choice here, Ricky,

is chockie bickies.

(Laughs) Alright.

I think I saw some in the tea room.

Yum! (Giggles)

Well, you'll be glad to know we have a culprit -

a bacterial infection of the intestine

known as clostridium difficile or C-diff.

What's that?

It's not that common.

Uh, we used to think it only occurred with antibiotics

but strong heartburn medications can also allow the bacteria

to flourish.

'Difficile' - is that French for 'difficult'?

Yeah. Difficile to diagnose but easy to treat with antibiotics.

But I thought you just said that antibiotics causes it.

Oh, I'm sorry, not the antibiotics we'll be using.

So there's no need to worry. And the baby?

Your baby will be just fine.

I only came in here 'cause Dom forced me,

said it was for my own good.

And if he hadn't, then... Hey.

I'm your husband -

it's my job to look after you.

So we'll get you started on the treatment

and I've organised a bed for you in obstetrics overnight,

just to make sure everything's OK.

Um...thanks, mate.

You're welcome.

Thank you.

DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES

I'm gonna miss you, mate.

Give a kiss to your mum for me, eh?

He's not breathing.

MONOTONE BEEP

(Gently) He's gone, Paul.

He's in no more pain.

I hate you for this.

Hey.

(Chuckles) How's Hannah?

She's fine.

She's still panicking about getting stitched up on a drug rap, though.

She watches too many American cop shows.

Can't believe I didn't pick it.

Zoe must think I'm a complete moron.

Oh! I didn't pick it either.

Besides, the way more interesting thing is why she DID.

Who'd have thought Zoe was a stoner?

I really don't think Zoe meant she smoked dope herself, Ricky.

Come on.

She took one look at that lady and then - bingo - diagnosis.

Nobody's that good.

Dr Campion is.

Yeah, I wonder if Frank knows.

Knows what?

That Zoe smokes dope.

Or smoked dope, I dunno, one or the other.

Of course he doesn't.

I mean, even if she does, or did, how would he know?

You know what? I bet you they got stoned together.

Wouldn't that be hilarious?

Can you imagine Frank stoned? No!

He'd definitely be a bucket bong sort of a guy, don't you think?

Look, I really don't think we should be making fun of Dr Campion, Ricky.

(Blows bubbles)

I'll see you tomorrow.

'Bye. Ha. 'Bye.

Listen, do you want to catch a few beers after work?

Yeah, I'll meet you there. Yeah.

Uh, Lane Wilson's out of surgery.

They saved the leg, but they're not sure if it's gonna stay viable.

Well, that's a good result - better than I expected.

I think I might pop up to ICU

and let him know that his wife's been in an accident.

You still feel sorry for him? Yeah.

I think he's a bit short in the friends department.

I think you might be right.

Hey, Dan. Hey.

Did she come back in?

Lane, she's been in a car accident.

Is she alright?

They've taken her to theatre but they're pretty sure

that she's gonna be fine, so just relax about that.

And Bruno?

Bruno didn't make it.

How did you know Bruno was in the accident?

Lane...

..what did you do?

The brakes.

But nobody was meant to get hurt.

I just wanted to scare him, that's all.

POP MUSIC BLARES ON RADIO

CATE: Hey. JO: Ready to go?

You bet.

Sean?

There's room for one more, if you want to come with us.

Thanks, but, um, no. Suit yourself.

So how did you go with your dope-smoking granny?

How did you know about that?

Ah, Bart, I know everything.

Right. I keep forgetting.