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I left my husband for a woman.

You've really been with a woman?

I've had a couple of relationships, yeah.

Dad's had another heart attack.

He's dead.

MAN: Help me! Help me!

Help! (CRIES)

Help me! (CRIES)

Ow! Please! God help me! Get it out!

Get it out of my head! Help me!

(WHIRRING)

Helicopters in my head!

(WHIRRING)

It's killing me! (WHIRRING)

Ow!

(SHOUTS FRANTICALLY) Stay where you are!

Stay there!

They're killing me! OK, OK! OK, OK, calm down.

Calm down. Calm down.

Are you really sure that you're OK with this?

'Cause, you know, it feels wrong.

If me being at the funeral was gonna make it easier, I would be.

But we both know your mother wouldn't want that.

So don't do this to yourself, OK?

OK. I'll come by after the wake?

I love you. Thank you.

(SIREN WAILS)

Alright, mate. We're at the hospital.

MAN: The helicopter's in my head!

They'll help you here. Help me!

Oh, he just threw up all over my car! I'll take him.

OK, mate. Make it stop! Help me!

What do we know? Not much.

What's your name? We went to a public disturbance.

When we got there, he was exactly like this.

Make it stop! Help me!

Have we got a name? No. We've got nothing.

I don't think he's dangerous, just freaking out.

OK, thanks. We'll take him. Lean on me.

Please! Help me... (WHIMPERS) ..please.

Can you take this? Yep.

You're in hospital now.

(WHIRRING)

I don't think he's dangerous.

It's stopped now. It does that but then it starts again.

OK. Well, we're gonna find out what's happening.

Just make them go away.

Promise me! OK.

OK, lie down for me. Up you hop.

Can you tell me your name? Keith Morely.

I'm Erica. Has anything like this ever happened before?

They're helicopters! I don't know how they get in there.

How do they do that? How are we going?

His name is Keith. His symptoms have stopped.

But he says they're intermittent.

Can't see any injection marks and there's no sign of head trauma.

OK, Keith, can you look at me, please?

I'm Dr Taylor. Do you know what day it is?

(GROANS) It's starting again.

(WHIRRING)

No! No! Hurry up. They're coming back. I can't handle it.

Will you let us give you some sedation?

Please just knock me out!

(WHIRRING)

Metoclopramide. Keep calm, Keith.

You'll be feeling better soon.

Theresa Nielsen -

persistent stomach cramps, some nausea and it's getting worse.

How long's she had the symptoms?

A few days. With increasing severity.

(SIGHS) Hello. I'm Dr Beaumont, Theresa.

How are you feeling? Oh, pretty average.

Can you describe the pain?

Er, it's sort of sharp.

Like a terrible stitch or something like that anyway.

Right. Do you have any history of stomach or bowel trouble?

No. Nothing.

Are you taking any birth control medication?

N-no.

Is there any chance that you're pregnant?

Unless there's three wise men sitting in the waiting room,

I think we can rule that out.

(SIGHS) God!

BP's 150 over 92.

Pulse is at 96.

Beaumont, sorry to interrupt.

Can I have a word when you've got a sec?

Sure. I'll be outside.

God! Can you show me where that hurts?

Um, it's sort of here mainly.

But when it starts up, I feel it all over, if that makes sense.

Oh, alright, Theresa.

Can you lie back for me and try and breathe normally?

(PANTS) That's it.

Oh.

OK. Rhiannon.

I am going to write up some pain relief.

Can you do an MSU and bloods, please?

Sure. I'll take care of this if you need to see Frank.

Alright.

Theresa, we'll get you into a gown and do some bloods.

I won't be long. Are you OK? Yeah, I'm fine.

Thank you.

That's OK.

Alright.

Oh, thanks for coming off the floor.

I got you a coffee and a paper.

Why? What are you doing? Why are you buying me coffee?

Um...

..Beaumont, er... (CLEARS THROAT)

..we've got a problem.

A financial one.

And although I've tried to find a solution,

there just isn't one.

The fact is the department can't sustain two Emergency fellows.

And so, as long as Zoe's here, um, we can't afford you.

Are you sacking me? No, no, no, no.

The position you've got now is perfectly safe.

I just can't afford to promote you.

I didn't work this hard to stay a registrar, Frank.

Yeah, I know it's a bugger.

Doing the bloody fellowship was your idea.

Why encourage me to go through it all

if you can't recognise that qualification?

I didn't know that'd be the case then.

Besides, you do have the qualification.

But I can't use it here. That's what you're saying.

Thanks for the coffee.

Charlotte, I don't want to lose you from the E.D.

If I stay, I get none of the credentials or the responsibility

that I am entitled to.

No, you don't.

And no increase in pay.

I'm sorry. My hands are tied there.

I've got work to do.

So, what have we got?

I guess you'd call it a splinter.

A splinter in Resus. That's a bit dramatic.

It's a dramatic splinter.

This is Josh. And the portable X-ray's on the way.

How are you, Josh? I'm Dr Quade. What have you done to yourself, mate?

I fell off the roof, eh?

My girlfriend wouldn't shut up about it.

"The roof's filthy. Clean the friggin' roof."

And where is she now? Nowhere!

Whoa! Now, that is one hell of a splinter!

It's half a friggin' fence.

I'm sorry, ladies. Sorry for swearing.

I'm trying to hold my tongue but it hurts like a bitch!

Are you hurt anywhere else? Hit your head?

No, just this.

And he can't remember when his last tetanus shot was.

OK. Josh, do you have any allergies?

I fart a lot when I eat ice-cream.

What's it matter? It's obvious what's wrong.

I've made myself into a kebab!

OK, look, I'm gonna write you something up for that right now.

Here you are, Gabrielle. I will get onto that for you.

OK. And I'll get a surgical consult. Thank you.

The good news is, mate, everything seems to be in one piece under there.

Oh, yeah, here it comes. What's the bad news?

Well, somehow we're gonna have to pull it out.

Is that what these symptoms would usually mean? Pregnancy?

Often, yeah.

Mmm. That would've been a nice diagnosis.

Are you hoping to have a child?

Mmm.

Despite being 40 and single, it's something I'd love.

Being 40 is no barrier to becoming a mother.

My husband and I tried for years.

Luckily for him, he was also trying with someone else.

Successfully, I should add.

Still, you have plenty of time yet.

Just have to snag myself a bloke that's not a commitment-phobe.

(GROANS)

I'm sorry. Are you sore there? (GROANS) Yeah, a bit.

What do you do for work, Theresa?

Um, I'm an illustrator for children's books.

Have you found something?

There is some kind of mass here.

W-what is it?

It could be any number of things.

So I'm gonna organise some X-rays.

Should I be worried? Do you think it'll help?

Back in a few minutes.

Charlotte.

Are you OK? You seemed a bit thrown when you came back from Frank.

I'm fine. Can you just get her ready for Radiology, please?

Keith's medical history. Tracked down a family?

Wife's on her way in.

She shed any light on what's going on?

No. She said he was completely fine last night.

Well, he's not fine now.

What have you got in there, mate?

He was in five years ago for a stomach ulcer.

Apart from that, it's a dead end.

No addictions, no head trauma, no pysch history.

Seems to be a normal guy.

Yeah, who's having a psychotic episode.

Nothing showed up in the pathology? It's not back yet.

I don't know. It doesn't seem like drugs to me.

Me either.

If the bloods come back clean, what then?

That's a tough one. He's found wandering the streets in his PJs.

There's no head trauma.

There's no history of psychiatric illness.

Some type of acute episode.

I'll chase up the bloods.

Tests are back. She's not pregnant. There's no urinary tract infection.

I think we can stop looking for what's causing her pain.

Oh, my God.

Is that a tumour?

I don't know yet.

What are the symptoms?

They were non-specific - cramps, nausea.

Bloods came back clean.

Well, it's too large to be an ovarian cyst.

Have you considered uterine leiomyoma?

Of course. Though why it appears bony, I have no idea.

OK, well, get a surgical consult. Thank you.

If I need your advice, I'll search that out.

Is there... a problem here?

No.

Then it's cancer, this thing you've found.

It's too early to say what the mass is.

So, how big is it?

It...

It's big. It's about the size of a grapefruit.

So, what happens now?

We will do an ultrasound and a CT scan,

find out what we're dealing with and then the best way to proceed.

Theresa, is there anyone you'd like me to call?

No... thanks.

My sister's in Hawaii with her family.

I don't want her coming here now.

Not if we don't know anything.

OK.

I'll check if Radiology are ready for us.

Are you alright?

Yeah. I think so.

Won't be long.

Thanks.

Do you want me to organise a surgical consult?

No, I'll take care of it.

Charlotte, I'm not prying

but if there is something wrong

and you need to vent or whatever,

I'm here.

Thanks. I mean it.

I know. I know. I'm... Thank you.

I know. I'm sorry. I'm fine. Really.

Lyn. I'm Erica. We spoke on the phone.

This is Dr West.

Hi, Lyn. I don't understand what's happened.

How did he hurt himself?

I understand that this might be a bit of a shock

but we think your husband is having some sort of psychotic episode.

What?

He's hearing helicopters in his head

and he's saying that they're trying to kill him.

Can I see him? Yeah. Yeah.

Help me! No! Help me!

STEVE: Can I get a hand here? Make it stop!

(WHIRRING) Grab his legs.

(GROANS) Make it stop!

2.5mg...

(WHIRRING)

Help me! Help me! Please!

(WHIRRING)

(GROANS) Just relax, Keith.

2.5mg midazolam.

Please don't let this happen. (GROANS)

Not again. (GROANS)

That wasn't the man I've been with for 13 years. That wasn't Keith.

You said that something was happening 'again'.

Well, not to him.

Keith has never been like this.

It was his dad.

He had a breakdown.

He was diagnosed with a mental illness?

I don't know exactly.

The family hated talking about it.

I only met his dad a few times.

He used to shuffle around the house talking to himself...

..making no sense.

It might be useful to track down a medical history on Keith's father.

You could help us with that.

Keith said his dad just got to a point where he couldn't cope anymore.

It may have nothing to do with what's happening

but we have to investigate.

He was asleep when I went to work. He was fine.

We laid off the night man in the shop,

so Keith's been doing double shifts.

Could he have been using drugs to stay awake on the night shifts?

No. He hates drugs. I don't know what it is but it's not that.

Pathology's completely clear.

Is he going to be in hospital a long time?

It's very hard to say at this stage.

I'm sorry we don't have more answers now.

We have to run more tests before we know what we're dealing with.

Physical tests or psychological?

We'll start with the physical.

It was his worst fear...

..that he'd end up like his dad.

And the major vessels?

Yeah, the splinter's missed them all. What did I miss?

Big artery in your leg. It's a good thing.

I don't see any problems, then. Let's get him prepped for theatre.

We'll have that plank out in no time.

Oh, mint!

Um, actually, Mike, have you got a second?

My girlfriend gets that look.

Is there gonna be a biff?

I am just saying that I don't see the point in operating

on what is essentially a surface injury.

So, what do you suggest? A safety pin and a pair of tweezers?

(CHUCKLES) No. A femoral 3-in-1 block.

We can do it here, it has fewer complications

and we're not clogging up theatre.

But clogging up the E.D.'s OK.

(SIGHS) What's this? Morning tea?

Why? Have you brought scones?

We are considering options for a timberectomy.

It's the splinter in Resus.

Three of the best minds in the joint

and you're standing around discussing a splinter?

Mike suggested theatre.

Jack wants to remove it here with a femoral block.

So?

So, I don't want an E.D. bed taken up unnecessarily.

Yes, but if we do it my way, he gets through the system quicker,

there's no general anaesthetic,

fewer complications and less scarring.

In a perfect situation and assuming that we don't need the bed,

which is a pretty big assumption.

Vlasek, it's your field. What do you say?

I'm happy to take him to theatre but the block would work too.

Right. Well, if Quade feels he's up to it, he can do it.

"Quade can do it."

Why is it that no matter what happens

you always manage to come down against me?

For God's sake.

What I said back there was totally valid.

Yes, but I'm the boss and my decision is final.

Right. By my opinions seem to count for nothing. Again.

It does not. Really?

Because, you know, if it's not Charlotte behaving badly, it's Jack.

This is a chance for Quade to stretch himself.

Removing a splinter is stretching him?

It's also a less aggressive treatment for the patient.

And that is our first priority, isn't it?

You don't see a problem here. No, I can't. Is that it?

Frank.

What do you want?

I need your opinion on something.

Hmm. Got the report?

Empty uterine cavity.

A 16cm-diameter calcified mass in her abdo wall.

16cm. I know. It's huge.

She came in with cramps. When I palpated, I found that.

I just... I don't know what that is.

Well, my guess would be a teratoma. But the size is wrong.

Is there any history of cancer?

Until today, she's been healthy -

no prior surgeries, no hospital admissions.

Well, that's about to change.

Oh. This the X-ray you want me to have a look at?

Yep. (SCOFFS)

Do you actually advertise for bizarre stomach masses

or do they actively seek you out?

What? What's he talking about?

A hairball incident.

No, this is different, Mike.

This mass is hard. It's completely solid.

Mmm. And huge.

I'd say if it's a tumour of that size,

she'd be presenting with a few more symptoms.

So it might not be a tumour.

The sooner we biopsy it and find out what it is, the better.

Where is she?

Keep me informed, will ya? Will do.

Hi, Theresa. I'm Mike Vlasek. He's our head of surgery.

Mind if I have a look at you? Please.

Are my results in? Er, they are.

Do you know what it is? (INHALES SHARPLY)

Unfortunately,

we weren't able to diagnose the mass from the X-ray.

Which means... surgery?

Yeah. Whatever this thing is, we need to remove it.

OK.

And I need to tell you

that part of that process may involve the removal of other affected areas.

What do you mean?

Well, the mass is situated very close to your uterus.

You may need a hysterectomy.

No. I'm not gonna have a hysterectomy.

We will do everything we can to avoid that.

I just need to let you know that it's a possibility.

But I haven't given up on having children yet.

I told you that. I know.

Can't you find out what it is first before you take it out?

With a mass this size, it really needs to go -

no matter what it is.

Well, what if I leave it there? Just for now.

Waiting's not going to be any good for you, Theresa.

Especially if this turns out to be cancerous.

Look, I know this is sudden. And it's confronting.

But not having surgery is your most dangerous option right now.

I don't want this.

I know that may sound stupid, but I don't.

Theresa, if there was another way of treating you, we would offer it.

Well, is there any chance

that I could still have a baby after this?

This lump you have

would make carrying a child extremely risky, Theresa.

So, there really is no choice.

I wish there was.

OK. I'll get the theatre organised.

(FOOTSTEPS)

Are you sure there's no-one we can call for you? A friend maybe?

(SCOFFS)

Two days ago, I had a fight with my best friend over a book.

Can you believe it?

I can get a phone if you want to call her.

No, thanks.

Being alone sort of feels right.

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

Why didn't you go to the funeral?

It was just family.

Aren't you family?

Sorry. It's not my business.

Shh. It's OK, sweetheart.

Everything's going to be OK.

Theatre's ready.

Thank you.

My hand's shaking. I'm sorry.

You won't be able to read my signature.

It will be fine.

I'm going to come and check on you when you're in recovery.

Alright?

No. Stop! I'm sorry. I'm not ready to do this. I can't do this.

Theresa, I know you're scared but you understand this has to be done.

I'm never gonna have a baby now. I know.

I can feel it.

I don't want to be alone. Please. No. Don't, don't.

I'm going to come to theatre with you, alright?

And I will be there when you wake up. How's that sound?

(SIGHS)

I'm sorry. I thought I'd be braver than this.

Hey, you don't need to apologise.

And you certainly don't need to be brave.

There you go. That's the hard part done.

Thank you.

(WHISPERS) Thank you.

I'll see you shortly.

Not every day we see an E.D. doctor holding a hand in surgery.

No big deal.

Maybe you should consider a change. You don't look half-bad in scrubs.

You should see me out of them.

Tease.

I'll be back later to see how you went.

Good luck.

Oh. Do everything you can to avoid that hysterectomy.

Yeah. Of course.

(CLOSES DOOR)

How's it look?

I-i-it looks good! Liar.

Nurse, you'll tell me the truth. How's it look?

What does Dr Gallagher say?

That it looks good. Then it looks good.

Dr Quade? No!

I wouldn't distract him right now, Josh.

(GROANS)

If you really want to know, it looks horrible.

Sweet! The more messed-up it looks, the worse Shannon will feel, eh?

I mean, who cleans a friggin' roof anyway?

You ever have friends come over and say, "Your roof looks filthy"?

I wouldn't think so.

So, Shannon's your girlfriend. Yeah. Not for long.

She's never got a nice word to say to me.

No matter what I do, it's just not right, you know?

(GRUNTS)

How are you feeling?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You have to let me keep those pieces.

I'll put them up as a cross to remind me why I dumped her.

Whatever you want.

See, if Shannon said those words, I'd be a happier man, wouldn't I?

Mmm. Mmm.

His head scans are clear. There's no tumours and no bleeding.

So, it's all in his head? We're still looking.

The psychiatrist will be down soon. We'll know more after that.

I wish he'd told me he wasn't coping.

I can't lose him over the business, over money.

We're not sure that stress is the cause of this.

No, it must be.

It's just that Keith, he'll never complain.

Bart, look at these marks around the entrance to the ear.

Nup, they're not in the other one.

(GROANS, SPLUTTERS)

You're right. What is it?

Look, there's fluid there as well.

(GRUNTS) Grab the otoscope.

Why is there fluid? Is that bad?

It could be something in his ear.

Ricky, hold his arm. I don't want a black eye from this.

You could help us out by just talking to him nice and calm.

(GRUNTS)

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

Shh. It's alright.

(GRUNTS) I'm still here.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Shh. I'm right here.

I think we've found our helicopters.

How are you doing, Josh?

Are you alright? Yeah, I think so, hey.

I've just got a funny taste in my mouth.

What kind of taste? It's a bit gross.

It sort of tingles.

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Heart rate's 120. BP is 150 on 90.

He reacting to the anaesthetic.

OK, get him onto the oxygen and a bolus of fluid.

What's happening? Toxicity to the anaesthetic.

Can you put the bedhead down? Why is that alarm going off?

It just means we're going to give you a little rest.

Don't worry. You'll be fine. I can't breathe!

Yes, you can, mate. Just relax. No, no! It feels like I'm dying!

Where's Shannon? What's happening? Stop talking, mate, and breathe.

This is exactly the reason we should be in theatre right now.

Good news, Keith.

We've definitely found the problem.

(GRUNTS) I'm not going crazy. (CHUCKLES) Not today, mate.

We found something in your ear. What is it?

Some kind of bug's crawled in there, probably while you were asleep.

So, there's a bug in there. Well, get it out!

You'll set it off again, mate. (GROANS)

What is it? We don't know yet.

It's pressed against your eardrum. A specialist's coming to extract it.

No. No, no, get it out!

Keith, keep calm, OK? We can't, Keith. Listen to me.

One mistake and you can lose your hearing permanently.

Alright?

Get it out! Keith, no!

(GROANS)

Do something. You've got to get it out!

Do something!

The specialist isn't down for an hour, Steve.

We don't have an hour, mate. Please do something.

(GROANS) Make it stop!

Alright. Good man. Good man.

OK, Keith, we're definitely going to get it out right now, mate.

Just hang in there, OK?

FRANK: You're doing well, mate. Keep breathing.

That's what you said 20 minutes ago.

He's stabilising.

How are you feeling now, Josh?

I feel like I'm suffocating with this thing on.

I know it feels like that but it's working.

Your heart rate's dropping.

I could be dead in five minutes. Where's Shannon?

You know? She's not even here.

That's crap! That's slack. Mmm.

If I live through this, things are gonna change.

Hey, Josh, I reckon if you hang on you might just pull through.

I'm sick of being her dog. I deserve a little respect.

You know, to get treated like everyone else.

Of course you do. That's all anybody wants.

I managed to get it all out in one piece.

I haven't had a chance to get a good look at it yet, though.

Has it gone to Pathology yet?

Not yet, no. It's just there.

I can understand why she was in pain.

It seems like it had been there for quite a while.

And the hysterectomy?

I'm afraid I had to.

Fallopian tubes were too badly damaged.

May I?

Thank you.

It looks like a rock!

Yeah.

Nearly two kilos of rock.

Oh, my God.

Still, if she's as healthy as she seems

she should have pretty good recovery.

Mike, you need to see this.

What am I looking for?

The spine.

I think this was a baby.

It's called a lithopedion.

RHIANNON: A what?

A stone baby.

You ever heard of it, Frank?

What? 'Lithope...' No. Never.

Not surprising. There have only been 300 recorded cases.

It's basically an ectopic pregnancy

that the mother's body treats an infection

and starts to calcify.

(SCOFFS)

Forgive the stupid question, but how did she not feel something that big?

The body adjusts around it, I guess.

So, how long was it in there?

Well, according to this story here -

this woman in Morocco - it was about 46 years.

Theresa wanted a baby so much

and now she has to find out she was carrying one the whole time.

Hey. How is she? Still a bit groggy.

Er... have you told her?

Er... I told her that it wasn't cancer

and that we had to do the hysterectomy.

I thought the rest of it could wait until she's more lucid.

So, um, when you think she's ready, page me and I'll come back.

No. I... I would like to tell her if that's OK with you.

Then OK.

Thank you.

ERICA: Not long now, Keith...

(WHIRRING)

..the bug out, OK?

I'm flooding your ear.

(GROANS)

I don't understand why it didn't show up in the scans you took.

An insect's almost completely opaque,

so there was nothing to show up.

Plus, we were looking for abnormalities in the brain,

not the ear canal.

Can you pass me the suction catheter?

(GURGLING)

(GURGLING)

It's stopped.

Does that mean you've killed it?

Yeah, I think so.

OK. Let's get it out.

Stay still, honey.

No need to put any pressure on the bug.

Just get the tip to it. I know.

It's bigger than it looked.

Try and get it out in one piece.

Can you see what it is yet?

It looks like a small cockroach.

Oh, yuck! You're kidding!

There we go.

Is it over?

Once we make sure there's nothing left inside, it is over.

(SIGHS) Thank God for that.

Want to see the cause of all the trouble?

(MOANS)

Oh.

It was so loud.

The wings were fluttering directly against your eardrum.

It's like sticking your head in the world's loudest amplifier.

That's exactly what it was like.

Thank you. For what?

For being here.

(CHUCKLES) That's full-on.

You wanted to watch. I wasn't complaining.

Can I still keep the pieces?

Whatever floats your boat.

Now, can you just dress those? And I'll finish up here.

So, that's it? I'm done?

That's it. Oh, mint.

Scarring should be minimal. I'd say you'd be out of here by tomorrow.

Tomorrow? Yep. You need to stay in overnight.

Can't we speed things up a little bit?

You had a bad reaction to the local anaesthetic.

We need to be on the safe side.

Dr Quade said there was nothing to worry about.

It's just one night. But I'm taking Shannon out tonight.

The Tigers are playing at home at Balmain.

Shannon who hasn't been to see you at all today.

Well, I didn't tell her what was going on.

What? She panics. She would've freaked out! She panics.

And when she panics, we fight. That's always the way it goes.

I can't tell her. She'll kill me!

But if you could call her

and tell her that you're a doctor and why I can't make it

and that I'm sorry and that I love her and stuff, that'd be cool.

I'll call her and tell her I'm a doctor and why you can't make it

and that you love her and stuff.

No offence, Josh,

but if she is as awful as you made her out to be today,

why stay?

Well, she's not that bad.

She pretends to push me around and I pretend to hate it.

It's just what we do.

Yeah.

We're gonna get married.

Congratulations.

Are you married, Dr Quade?

Not... No.

Ah, the great splinterectomy completed, is it?

Yeah. Yeah.

Oh, come on. You're not still sulking, are you?

Is this working for you?

What?

Me, being your 2IC. Course it is.

Well, I know it's not a picnic every day but we get on, don't we?

Come on. We used to get along.

Look, I can't help thinking that you're punishing me for something

and maybe if you told me what it was, we could work it out.

I'm not punishing you for anything.

I'm just... wondering what you really want

because a little while ago,

you had the opportunity to run this department

but you didn't take it up.

Because I had this stupid idea that I should be loyal to you.

Yeah, and I appreciate it,

but we both know how... tempting the offer was.

And you've wanted to run your own department since you graduated

so I guess I'm just wondering how long

you'll be content with playing second fiddle.

How are you feeling?

Like I've had my insides ripped out.

Mike did everything he could.

Mmm. He said it wasn't cancer.

No. No, it wasn't.

So what was it?

It's a little hard to explain.

What's wrong?

The mass that we removed from your stomach

was a foetus.

(DOOR OPENS)

But I wasn't pregnant.

You tested for it.

This pregnancy...

..must've happened some time ago.

Years, probably.

I... I thought I was pregnant four years ago.

I... I did a home test and it was positive.

But then nothing happened.

I was pregnant?

You never had any medical follow-up or an ultrasound?

I... um... I thought the test was wrong.

I wanted a baby more than anything.

More than a career. More than a husband.

I'm so sorry.

Theresa...

I know. Um... I should be pleased it wasn't cancer.

No-one is underestimating what you've been through today,

or how hard this is to process,

so you feel how you want to feel, OK?

I'll stay if you want me to.

No. Thank you. Um...

I think I just need some time to take this in.

Hey.

Hey!

I can't imagine how hard that was to do.

It was harder for her to hear.

You know, every now and then, just one of them gets to you

and all that objectivity you're supposed to have...

..just goes right out the window.

It's because you care.

It's a cheesy thing to say but it's true.

Theresa was lucky you were her doctor.

Thanks.

Don't dismiss it.

You made a difference to that woman.

I think it's my duty as your friend to tell you.

How about I buy us a bottle of wine

and we go back to your place and get Zach off to bed and...

Get pissed. ..get pissed!

Chat and hang out and whatever.

That sounds so good. Yeah.

Yeah. (SNIFFS)

Maybe you can tell me what Frank said to you this morning.

Oh, God. I forgot about that.

He upset you, didn't he? He didn't mean to.

It's not his fault.

(SIGHS)

Where are you going?

I'm going to tell Frank how brilliant you've been today.

Unless you're gonna tell him how brilliant HE is

or make a complaint, he's really not gonna care.

So let's just sit back down and discuss with me

what type of wine we're gonna drink.

Yes!

What are you doing?

I just thought...

Sorry.

That's OK.

No, I'm sorry. Rhiannon, wait.

Rhiannon!

Hi. Hey.

I'm so sorry to call you out here.

I just could not... could not handle any more commiserations today.

My God. How'd it go?

Um... I stuffed the speech up.

Uh... I mean, there was so much that I wanted to say.

I look up. Everyone's bawling.

Oh, come here. And I...

I could only think how much Dad would've laughed his head off at me

and just how much I wished you were there.

Your mum needed her boys. I understand that.

So I don't get to have you ALL the time.

Yeah. About that.

Mum's a mess. Hmm?

I'm really worried about her.

Well, it's going to take a lot of time and a lot of support.

Which is why I've asked her and Luke to come and stay with me

for a couple of weeks, at least.

Now, I know that that's gonna be a little bit awkward...

..for you and I, but...

It's OK. Really.

You guys all need to be together.

Just give it a couple of days, OK?

And then you can come round. We can have dinner.

You know? We'll work things out.

Sure. That'd be good.

She's gonna love you just as much as I do. You know that.

Don't ya?

Yeah. What's not to love about me?

Yeah. (PAGER BEEPS)

I'm going to have to go, OK? Hey.

I love you, OK?

She just said that she wanted time to think.

And there's no family support? Not at the moment.

Still in ICU? Yes.

OK. Counselling. Has that been organised yet?

Not yet.

Alright. I'll go up to see her now.

I'll have to do the other follow-ups in the morning.

Thank you.

Hey, Zoe. Have you seen Rhiannon? Mm-mm.

Hey, listen. I... I was a bit ragged earlier on.

I'm sorry I snapped at you. I understand.

You seen Frank? Yeah. He's in his office.

Hey, look, is there anything I can help you with?

Thank you, but no, it's a personal matter.

(DOOR OPENS)

You're ge... Hey. Hey.

You alright?

No, I'm not.

Ah! Ah! No! No, stop right there.

You can't have thought it through. You haven't had enough time.

So before you shoot yourself in the foot with an answer...

I have thought it through. ..just listen to me.

If you're determined to leave, then I can help you get a placement.

I understand that St Angela's is looking for a new...

(CLEARS THROAT) ..Director of Medicine.

Frank.

But I would hope... Charlotte, that I can talk you out of it.

I'm staying.

Sorry. What? I'm staying.

Oh.

Even though I may not get paid for my qualification,

you know I've completed the Fellowship.

So does everyone else here. Of course... of course we do.

Every... Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure.

As soon as I get a chance to upgrade your status and get you more money,

you know I will.

Thanks. Yeah, I know you will. I will.

Yeah, I know. I know you know that.

OK. So, see you tomorrow, then.

See you tomorrow. (COUGHS) Don't be late.

(SIGHS)

I can't help you if you don't tell me what the problem is.

I know. I'm... sorry.

No, that's OK. That's OK.

Personal?

Work-related?

Nobody needs to know that we talked.

It's about Charlotte.

Mm-hm?

She just hit on me.

'Hit on you' as in...?

She kissed me.

I don't... I don't know why.

I think she thought I was gay or something, and I'm not.

Is it possible that you misinterpreted this?

That... How do you misinterpret that?

I stopped her. I thought I did it nicely.

And then she threatened to say that I initiated it if I said anything.

I don't believe this.

Well, I know you're all friends with Charlotte

and you'll probably believe her over me.

That's not the issue. I'm just trying to work out what happened.

I told you what happened.

You can't... you can't just ignore it.

No, I can't.

I want to make a formal complaint.

If that's what you wanna do... That's what I wanna do.