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(LAUGHTER)

MAN: And I swear that's what happened, man.

MAN: Alright, here we go.

Alright, let's get on here.

Oh, come on! Alright!

Oh, whatever! Whatever! Whatever. (Laughs)

Shot!

Hey, I think I'm better at golf when I'm drunk!

Yeah, me too.

Let's make a pact.

From now on, we do everything pissed.

Yeah, alright. I'll drink to that, mate.

Come on, Harry. Quick game is a good game.

Bit of quiet from the peanut gallery, please.

Hey, mate, who are you calling a peanut?

Fore!

(LAUGHS)

Pete!

Stop mucking around, you big girl.

(SOMBRE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)

Robyn? It's Von Ryan.

Hello?

Hi, Robyn.

Sam, are you here?

Robyn? (EXHALES DEEPLY)

(GRUNTS) Hey.

(TAKES SHALLOW BREATHS)

Come on.

I'm going to get some help.

(CLASSICAL MUSIC STOPS)

Yeah, ambulance.

You sure you don't want a drink?

Your mate's actually in a really serious condition,

so now might be a good time to sober up, don't you think?

He'll be right. He's got a real hard head.

I'm sure he does. I'll give you a hand.

I don't need your help. You're not helping. Thanks.

Oi, don't close up. I'm coming aboard.

No, you're not, mate. You're getting a taxi.

Are you serious? Deadly.

Well, where are you taking him? All Saints.

He's going to heaven? It's a hospital, dickhead.

(SIREN WAILS)

I want a full report on these Triage figures by the end of the day.

Projected staff budgets, end of the day.

Equipment requests. End of the day.

I get it. Yeah.

Frank, Admin's already knocked back your request for new monitors twice.

Third time's a charm.

What have we got? Pete Healy.

Hit approximately five centimetres above the left temple

with a golf club.

He's hypotensive and tachycardic. Resus.

His GCS dropped to 8 en route.

I'm not surprised. He smells like a brewery.

He and his mate have been drinking solidly since last night.

Where were they? At a bagpiping competition?

No, they just decided to get dressed up for their round of golf.

In a pathetic attempt to make the game interesting.

Not a fan, Frank? It's a game for dentists.

On my three. One, two, three.

So sorry to be troubling you. Not at all.

So tell me what happened this morning.

Oh, it was the strangest thing. I was washing the dishes when the...

Oi! I'm here to see Pete.

Hang on. I'll be with you shortly. I just need to check on him.

Well, wait your turn. Take a seat and can you lose the bottle?

Alright, alright!

Sorry about that. Keep your eye on that one.

Nothing we can't handle.

So, you were washing the dishes...

Yeah, I was, um... I was rinsing the saucepan

when lightning hit the water pipe outside

and I got an electric shock.

I didn't know that was possible.

And what time did this happen? Oh, er, about 4:00am.

So you were washing the dishes at 4:00 in the morning?

Yeah, I've got a date tonight. It's the first one in ages.

I was so excited I couldn't sleep.

You probably should've come straight here.

Oh, it was the middle of the morning.

I didn't wanna seem like a drama queen.

Sorry. That's OK. You're here now.

OK, so you've got no exit burns but your pulse is slightly irregular.

Do you have any chest pain? Yeah, a little.

OK, and you're still getting heart palpitations?

Yep. Right.

Well, I'm gonna get you to see a doctor immediately.

Would you like a wheelchair? Oh, no, thanks.

No, negative thoughts lead to negative outcomes.

Yep, I don't wanna psyche myself into anything by getting in a wheelchair.

That's OK. No wheelchair it is.

Oi!

Tell Pete I'm here!

Hey, you paged me for a consult. Where are you taking the patient?

Radiology for an urgent head CT. No, we're not.

Let's hook him back up to the Resus monitors.

5mg of midazolam. Yep.

He's bradycardic and hypertensive.

Intracranial pressure must be increasing.

OK, Dan, we're gonna need mannitol IV on standby.

No worries. You start bagging.

Got it.

It's alright. It's alright. Robyn? Robyn?

We're taking you to hospital.

No. Come on, take it easy.

Which of these medications have you taken, Robyn?

I'm fine. I want you to leave.

All of you, please leave.

Listen to me.

You lost consciousness,

so we need to monitor you to find out what's going on.

I'm not leaving this house.

You can't stay here.

Your condition will only get worse. Rubbish.

Right, let's go. She's refused transportation.

Well, she can't refuse now.

Oh, I'll take responsibility! Alright! Let's get moving.

GCS 12. Her airway's clear but her temp's down.

She's hypotensive and tachycardic,

and she has a suprapubic catheter in situ.

Robyn Timms. Suspected medication overdose.

Any idea of time of ingestion? No.

OK, we'll need the usual bloods, coags, LFTs and an ECG.

And prep some activated charcoal. Yep.

OK, on my three.

One, two, three.

Pupils are small but equal

and reactive to light with some nystagmus.

What's her condition? Multiple System Atrophy.

Parkinson-like symptoms? Hmm.

When was she diagnosed? About a year ago.

Right. Medications? Yep. All here.

Homer, you hold the fort while we find out what's doing the damage.

No problem.

Er, Sally, this is Dr Beaumont.

Damn it. Right?

Yes. Just gonna be one of those days.

Try being more optimistic in your self-talk.

Say, "I will get on top of things."

Thanks for the tip.

Well, you have to say it out loud.

Um, I'm good, thank you.

Erica tells me you've suffered an electric shock.

Yeah. I'm sure it's no biggy. I've just got a bit of chest pain.

Alright, we'll try and sort that out for you.

Usual bloods, chest X-ray, ECG and set up for a cannula, please.

Not a problem. Are they all pretty standard tests?

Absolutely. Cool.

You come and get me once you've done the ECG.

Yep.

You know, a couple of months ago, something like this

would've freaked me right out.

What changed? My thinking patterns.

No more catastrophising or ANTs for this little black duck.

Ants? Automatic negative thoughts.

Right.

I work in a library and I've been reading

all these positive thinking books in my lunch break.

And they're helping? Totally!

I feel like a new person. (LAUGHS)

She's been taking these for some time. They're all charted.

There's nothing much out of the ordinary here.

No, it looks like she's started taking aspirin.

Well, that might cause some interference to her other meds,

but it's hardly the cause of the sudden deterioration.

But these, they're new and the label's been ripped off.

Barbiturates. (ALARM SOUNDS)

O2 sats are dropping.

Get her oxygen up to 10 litres.

She'll need 2mg of naloxone.

Yep. What's she taken?

Combination of barbiturates and opiates

and a dose of aspirin isn't helping much either.

Think it's an intentional overdose? We don't know at this stage.

We'll need urine toxicology and full bloods.

She might not have realised that the drugs can't be taken together.

Bloody GP shouldn't have prescribed the things in the first place.

It's a case of medical negligence. No, you can't say that.

Well, it's either that or a suicide attempt.

Listen, could you tell me

whether Pete has any pre-existing medical conditions?

Oh, dunno. I mean, he's me best mate, for sure.

But we've only known each other a couple of years.

How about allergies?

Oh, he's allergic to hard work. Ah. Not really what I'm after.

Oh, he's allergic to hard work. Ah. Not really what I'm after.

Hey, are you sure no-one's gonna nick my clubs?

Er, yes, they'll be fine.

Just wait here. I'll check if it's OK for you to see him.

How are we travelling?

Left pupil's blown. Jesus! He's still unconscious?

Harry, I asked you to wait outside.

What's happening to him? He's having another seizure.

Another seizure? Start him on a midaz infusion.

Yep. Why aren't you stopping it?

We're trying to, mate. Well, try harder!

Jack, get him outta here, please. Yes, alright.

Please, just wait outside. You're getting in the way here.

Shit, dude. This is really not good.

You follow my finger with your eyes. Don't worry about me. How's Pete?

Well, they've got the seizure under control,

so the next step is a head scan to see what caused it.

He's gonna be OK, right?

We honestly don't know, but he's in good hands.

He was way too close to me when I teed off.

I dunno what he was thinking.

Well, what were you guys doing

on a golf course, drunk, so early in the morning?

Celebrating. Mmm? What was the occasion?

Oh, we just graduated from a course in landscaping and garden design.

Hmm. Squeeze my fingers.

Finishing our course is the biggest thing either of us have ever done.

And I bet you got so excited you just couldn't stop drinking, yeah?

(BREATHES DEEPLY) I don't feel so good.

I think it must've been the souvlaki I had on the way to the golf course.

Mmm. Or alcohol poisoning. Nah.

I've drunk heaps more than this before.

OK, well, why don't you lie down, and I'll get something for the nausea.

I really doubt it's alcohol poisoning.

I can handle me grog fine. It's Pete who's the...

OK, well, why don't you stay here and get some peace...

(CLANG!) ..and quiet?

(CLANG!)

How's he doing?

He's a couple of shades greener than you're gonna be on your wedding day!

You're still keen to have the bucks party the night before?

Absolutely. It's tradition.

Er, excuse me, he better not miss our wedding

'cause you've handcuffed him to a set of traffic lights.

The girls get to do pole dancing... Well, you know how that turned out.

We're going to stay out of trouble, OK? I promise.

Of course we will.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to organise some lemon butter and a unicycle.

CHARLOTTE: Yeah, I know that you did,

but I'm asking you to reconsider that.

Look, is there someone else I can talk to about this?

Thank you.

Frank handballing you all the crap jobs?

Yes. How's Sally doing?

She has a shortened PR interval and a widened QRS complex.

I doubt the electric shock would've caused either of those things.

Really?

Her bloods suggest her magnesium and potassium levels are also low,

so there's something else at play here.

What next?

Start her on an infusion of magnesium and potassium.

That'll bring her heart rate down. And we'll need to repeat the ECG.

No problem. Thanks, Ricky.

Jack? Need you.

Oh, hi, Charlotte calling from the ED,

just about some new monitoring equipment.

You got something for me?

Yeah, but it's not pretty.

Yeah, you're right. It's not. What's the story?

Extradural haematoma.

I'll arrange a theatre. No time.

We're gonna have to relieve the pressure on his brain right now.

Burr holes? Yeah. Set up a craniotomy tray.

Get hold of Jack. We're gonna need his help.

Yep. No problem.

Magnesium, 40 millimoles. Mmm.

So, now that Dan's not here, you can tell me

what you've got planned for the bucks night.

Not a chance. Magnesium, 40 millimoles.

Come on! Oh, what are you worried about?

I just don't want him to get hurt. He's not gonna get hurt.

Well, good! So, can you give me just a little hint?

Jack, you're needed in Resus now. Coming.

I was just about to spill the beans. You were not.

Jack!

FRANK: She'll take a while to come round.

Keep her under constant monitoring, and maintain her fluid balance.

Yep.

I've spoken to her GP

who diagnosed her with MSA and he's been treating her ever since.

So, what? Did he suddenly start prescribing barbiturates?

He said he didn't. Do you believe him?

Yes, I do. He seemed genuinely concerned about it.

So where'd she get them?

If she ripped the label off, maybe she doesn't want us to know.

Shouldn't her Home Care staff be across this?

Yep, well, Sam, the nurse who was supposed to be there this morning,

he's coming in as soon as he can.

Did he say why he wasn't with her?

We'll deal with that when he gets here.

HARRY: Hey!

Is that usually how you get a girl's attention?

Oh, actually, I was, er... I was calling out to the dude.

Oh, yeah. What are you after?

He said he was gonna get me something to make me feel less like shit

and he's just disappeared.

There's no record of your admission. How'd you get in here?

Yeah, I saw me mate having a fit and almost passed out.

Oh, yeah, right. You're that guy.

Er, yeah.

Yeah, I'm always 'that guy'.

I've gotta get some fluids for another patient

but I'll be back to check in a second, OK?

What was your name? I'm Gabrielle.

Oh.

Thanks, Gabrielle.

Thank you. (SLOSHING SOUND)

Oh! (PANTS)

Wh-where... where am I?

VON: You're in hospital.

Oh! How are you feeling?

Hazy.

Yes, well, it seems there's been a bit of a medication mix-up.

Robyn, you've taken several drugs

which, in combination, can be lethal.

These ones here. How long have you been taking them?

Not long.

Your GP said he didn't prescribe them for you.

No.

He didn't.

My usual GP wasn't available.

So you organised another doctor to do a house visit?

Can you remember his name or maybe a phone number?

Because the label's been ripped off these.

My... my memory's terrible these days.

It's alright. You just take your time.

(BARELY AUDIBLE) No. Sorry. I can't remember his name.

You were supposed to have a visit from a Home Care nurse this morning.

Did he come round? Yes, Sam. Sam.

Looks after you regularly?

Yes, he's like a son to me. Yeah.

We've asked Sam to come in.

What? Is that really necessary?

We're concerned that this could be

a case of medical negligence and that Sam may be involved.

Bart! Oh, no!

Do you two wanna take that outside? Huh?

It's alright. It's alright.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm trying to help her understand the situation.

No, you're upsetting a very sick woman with baseless allegations.

Listen, I've known Sam for a very long time.

He's an excellent nurse

and I doubt whether he'd do a negligent thing in his life.

Well, I hope you're right.

I should be right to go home soon, yeah?

I'm sorry, Sally. You could be here a while longer.

Why? What's wrong?

We've noticed a heart irregularity on your ECG.

From the electric shock?

Actually, it might be a pre-existing condition.

Or it might be a mistake on the ECG, right?

That's a possibility, but I'm gonna repeat it in a while to make sure.

Is that really necess...

Don't go there, Sal.

Of course it is and it'll be fine.

It's great you're trying to improve your outlook.

Some people go through life being pessimistic.

Oh.

I never used to think negatively.

What changed? Everything.

The day my, er, husband-to-be left me standing at the altar.

I'm sorry. Yeah, he took off to Queensland.

With my little sister.

No way! Mmm.

Yeah, in that one moment

my self-confidence was ripped right off the bone.

Must've been heartbreaking. Mmm.

Yeah, from then on, I just expected everything to go wrong.

Save myself the pain.

But not anymore.

Did you know that 99% of the stuff you fear never happens?

Yeah, that makes sense.

Yeah, so stuff my ex-fiance.

I'm a good person

and... great things are gonna happen to me.

Damn straight. Mmm.

Erica's really worried about your bucks party.

Yeah, well, she's just heard one too many urban legends is all.

She'll be fine.

As long as you haven't got anything too crazy planned.

Oh, mate, you're whipped. No, I'm not!

Yes, you are. I'm not!

Conical burr, please, Dan.

I've been looking forward to this for ages.

We're not gonna change it to a game of dumb lawn bowls

just because you're under the thumb.

I'm not under the... Since when has my bucks night become all about you?

Since always! The bucks party is the best man's domain.

Oh, please. For God's sake.

Just let him organise one last night out with your mates

before you get locked into matrimony, hmm?

'Cause you'd know all about it. You are the poster boy for commitment.

Oi, easy! What?

He's right. Gelatine sponge.

What the hell are you doing?

Harry, you gotta wait outside, mate. Is that Pete under there?

Get that thing away from him!

Well done. You just broke the sterile field.

Get your hands off me, you tool. Settle down!

Get your hands off me, you tool. Settle down!

Can you keep going while I re-scrub? Yeah, sure.

Can I help you?

I'm Sam. Apparently one of my Home Care patients is here.

Robyn Timms. Right.

Is Robyn OK? Is she conscious? Yeah, she's still a bit disoriented.

Is Robyn OK? Is she conscious? Yeah, she's still a bit disoriented.

Did she say what happened?

She took some contrary indicated drugs.

What do you know about changes to her medication?

I need to speak to her. Sam...

Robyn?

Leave you alone for five seconds. ROBYN: I know.

I'm hopeless.

Oh, you shouldn't have come all the way in here.

Of course I should.

What's happened?

Apparently I took something I shouldn't have.

But you're gonna be OK?

Paramedics got her here just in time.

I'd never have left you alone if I thought this could happen.

Is there some family that we can call for you?

Sam's the closest thing to family.

Do you mind if we have a quick chat? No, not at all.

In private.

I'll let Von know you're here. She'll want to talk to you.

What a mess.

What have you told them? Nothing.

That's good. Let me handle it, OK?

You don't listen in to patients' private conversations.

That's not the issue.

I'm telling you, Sam's got something to do with the overdose.

Bart, you're jumping to conclusions.

I think he's taking advantage of her.

Oh! Why would he do that?

I don't know yet.

Well, you leave me to talk to him.

SAM: Hopefully I can take you home soon.

That'd be nice. (CURTAIN OPENS)

Von, thanks so much for calling me.

Er, could we have a chat?

Sure.

You'll be OK?

Of course.

I'm coming too.

Do you know why Robyn started taking these?

What are they?

Barbiturates.

There's no reason for her to be taking those.

No, there isn't.

You don't know who might have prescribed them for her?

Because her regular GP knows nothing about them.

No, I don't know.

She hasn't mentioned anything to me about her symptoms changing.

I think I might ring around the local GPs,

see if one's seen her recently.

Er, Sam, have you noticed

any change in Robyn's attitude lately?

Well, she gets frustrated.

Like anyone would with such a debilitating illness.

Does she question her quality of life?

Of course.

You think this was a suicide attempt?

What do you think?

I think she's still got a lot of fight left in her.

She's such a brilliant woman. You've seen her paintings.

Yeah. Very talented.

That's the understatement of the year.

Some of her canvases have sold for over $50,000.

Ooh. I didn't know that.

Look, I spend a lot of time with Robyn.

If she wanted to take her own life, I'd know about it.

I've organised a psych review in case you're wrong.

Good.

Er... if that's all you need from me, I'd like to go and keep her company.

Thanks. That's all.

For now.

I bet I was right. The first one was a mistake, yeah?

I'm just going to run this by Dr Beaumont. Be two secs.

Er, Sally's repeat ECG shows similar irregularities.

How's her blood pressure?

Stable. But she's still having heart palpitations.

That looks like a delta wave.

I hope you're wrong. She needs some good news.

Hang on while I get a second opinion.

Alright.

OK, thanks for your time. Frank.

Go away. I need some advice.

Have you finished those reports I asked for?

No, I haven't. Will you read this ECG print-out, please?

(SIGHS)

Looks like Wolff-Parkinson- White syndrome. What do you think?

Yes. It does.

Thanks, Frank.

Ah, how are we looking, Dr Beaumont?

I've just been discussing your ECG readings with a colleague.

Mmm! Well, two heads are better than one.

But too many cooks spoil the broth.

Don't you hate the way all these sayings contradict each other?

Sally, it looks like you have

a heart condition called Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.

Oh, with a silly name like that, it can't be too serious, can it?

Mmm, no.

Some people with the syndrome

go their entire lives without exhibiting symptoms.

But I'm not one of them, am I?

No, you're not.

So, what exactly is this syndrome?

Well, it means that you have

an extra electrical pathway in your heart,

which puts you at risk of cardiac arrest.

So, I could just drop dead from a heart attack?!

Theoretically. Well, that's it, then!

I might as well save you both some time

and jump straight into a hearse!

Oh. Come on, that sounds like a bit of catastrophising to me.

Well, this is a catastrophe!

Slow your breathing down.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

How long will I have to be in here?

Just overnight. At least.

Oh, great. There goes my date down the drain.

Sally.

I don't know who I was kidding.

As if my life was ever gonna have a happy ending.

Well, call him and reschedule.

Are you serious? What am I gonna say?

"I'm sorry. I can't make it.

"I got an electric shock doing the dishes

"and now I have White-Wolf syndrome."

Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome. Whatever.

Look, if he's one of the good ones,

he'll be happy to postpone the date for a night or two.

It's better to face facts.

The only thing gonna keep me company until a heart attack kills me

is a whistling kettle.

Oh, come on. Oh! Just leave me alone!

(SOBS)

Not very excited about Dan's bucks party, are you?

Oh, I'm not going.

Why not?

Wasn't invited. Oh.

What are you doing chatting up Gabrielle? My mate's dying.

Just keeping an eye on you, mate,

so you don't interfere with his operation again.

Oh. Well, good luck.

'Cause, er, I'm going back in there and you can't stop me.

Turns out I can.

Stay out here until you've sobered up, OK?

I'm really sorry I got angry with you and for causing trouble.

I'm just really worried about Pete.

I'm such a dick.

It's alright, mate.

People do stupid things when they've had too much to drink.

I don't know how it got so out of hand.

One drink turned into 20. It can happen.

Yeah, I reckon I've learnt my lesson.

Can I go back in now? No, you can't.

Yes, I can! You are really pushing your luck.

Just let me see him! It's not gonna happen.

Not until you've sorted yourself out.

Why don't you sort yourself out?

(MOUTHS INAUDIBLY)

There you go.

Robyn, I've organised for Dr Kent to speak to you.

Why do I want another doctor?

She's a psychiatrist. Hello, Robyn.

I don't need a psychiatrist.

It's standard procedure after an overdose -

even if it was accidental.

You'll stay with me? Of course.

I'm sorry. I need to speak to Sam outside.

I'd rather stay here. I'm not asking your permission.

Dr West! It's OK, Von.

You've obviously got a problem with me.

Let's deal with it.

I won't be long.

Do you treat all nurses with contempt?

Or am I getting special treatment?

I just think Robyn might be

more honest with a psychiatrist if you're not around.

Why? Because I have some sort of power over her?

She seems dependent on you.

Robyn's a gutsy woman.

If anyone wears the pants in our relationship, it's her.

What sort of relationship is it?

We understand each other.

And she's taught me a helluva lot.

You must have had patients that the normal rules don't apply to.

Exactly what rules are you talking about?

Oh, for God's sake, it was a figure of speech.

Where'd you get the barbiturates?

What are you talking about? The drugs that almost killed Robyn.

You told her to take them, didn't you?

Why would I do that?

You're the closest thing she's got to family.

Maybe you stand to inherit a lot more than just knowledge.

It's taking every bit of my willpower not to deck you, mate.

Bart.

Inside.

(OPENS DOOR)

(CLOSES DOOR)

No. I want you to stay away from Sam.

You are calling into question

the integrity of a good nurse

without a shred of evidence!

It's intuition.

No. It is a career-ending accusation which you can't prove.

What's going on? Nothing.

Right.

Well, I've just spoken to a GP that does house visits in Robyn's area.

He visited her last week and prescribed barbiturates.

Why would a GP give them for MSA?

Because she didn't say she had MSA.

She said she suffered epilepsy.

What? Has she ever suffered epilepsy?

No.

It's starting to look like a well-planned suicide attempt.

Who do you think told her to fake epilepsy

to get the drugs she needed?

I'm having another chat to Sam. No, you're not.

I'm doing all the talking.

How's he doing?

Well, the haematoma's been removed.

Intracranial pressure has been relieved.

Are you free to help prep him for theatre?

Sure.

How's his mate? Outside.

Hopefully having a good look at himself. The kid's all over the shop.

I don't think I've ever been that drunk.

Yeah, you have.

There's drunk and then there's drunk.

I couldn't handle being that out of control.

I've heard that one before. No, I mean it.

I've seen too much in this joint to completely write myself off.

Well, your bucks party's gonna change all that!

(LAUGHS)

So, what's your take on this, Steve?

Oh, the only bucks night I've ever been excited about was my own.

Have you been married?

No, actually, er, didn't get that far.

In fact, I didn't even get to propose.

I buggered the whole thing up.

Ah.

Well, I hope that doesn't stop you from coming to my party.

Theatre's ready.

You are coming, aren't you?

What?

Of course he is.

I just haven't gotten around to inviting him yet.

Thanks, Dan. I appreciate it, mate. I'm pretty sure I'm busy that night.

I can't believe Dr West accused me of trying to kill Robyn.

And for her money?

I wouldn't gain a thing if she died.

That doesn't preclude you from assisted suicide.

No. The law precludes me from that.

Well, you're not someone who lives by the letter of the law.

That's what makes you a good nurse.

Von, Robyn's an intelligent, rational woman.

If she wants to end her life, she'll find a way.

With or without someone from the medical profession to help her.

But you wouldn't want her to go through it alone.

In an ideal world, she shouldn't have to.

We're not in an ideal world.

No.

We're not.

So, Sam,

please,

tell me what part you've taken in this.

You should be talking to Robyn. Not me.

The cardiologist has asked that we do another set of bloods

before I take you upstairs.

Sorry I'm being such a wuss. Hey! No, you're not.

Do you think I'll need surgery?

Well, Dr Beaumont seems confident that you won't.

Well, how will they fix it?

It could be as simple as learning techniques to slow your heart rate

or taking medication -

it all depends on the severity of the syndrome.

Right.

Can you clench your fist for me?

So, how well do you know the guy you're supposed to be seeing tonight?

It's a blind date.

The only thing I know about him is his nickname - Shorts.

What?

Apparently, he wears shorts every day -

no matter what the weather.

Sounds... interesting.

OK, just a pinprick.

(GROANS)

(SIGHS) I just need to give up on men.

Get a dog or a... guinea pig or something.

Something that can love me unconditionally.

Hmm, you need to start seeing the silver lining again.

How is there any silver lining in all of this?

Well, if it wasn't for the lightning,

you wouldn't have got the electric shock

and you wouldn't have learnt that you have a heart problem.

You're trying to tell me it's a good thing my heart stopped?

No, but it's better that we discovered it now,

you know, than after a more serious incident.

Mmm.

I wish I could think like that again.

But I just know things are gonna get worse.

You know, a patient once told me

that 99% of the stuff we fear never happens.

I'll be back shortly.

But I will leave this here in case you feel the urge to make a call.

Hmm?

Gabrielle, can I talk to you for a sec?

Yeah, sure. What's up?

Follow me.

Is everything alright?

Yeah. I just wanted to ask you something.

Well, don't keep me in suspense.

I was wondering...

..if you would be my maid of honour.

What about your friend from New York?

She can't make it.

No, Ricky. You're...

You must have heaps of friends just dying to take the top job.

Well, that's not the point.

Dan and I got together in your department

and you've allowed our relationship to grow.

Another NUM may have stopped us from even working together.

Plus, we love you.

Would you do it?

I promised myself I would not cry at the wedding.

I'm not going to lose it in the drug room.

Of course I'll do it. I'm so honoured!

(CHUCKLES)

I just never know when to call it a night.

Hmm, your mate obviously doesn't either.

Pete wanted to head home much earlier but I wouldn't let him.

Right!

Graduating was such a big deal for us

I just didn't want the celebration to end.

Did I tell you we're starting a landscaping business up together?

Nice one. Yeah.

We're gonna call it Harry and Pete's Landscaping.

Catchy.

You really think so? Yeah. Straight to the point.

It was actually Pete's idea to keep it simple.

He's the brains, I'm the personality.

Mmm. That's why my name's first.

Yeah, of course.

Actually, we had our first argument over that.

Stupid thing to fight about.

Alright, I tell you what, if you promise to behave yourself,

I can take you up to see him.

I promise. Come on, then.

Thanks.

So, what's the verdict?

Am I of sound mind?

According to the psychiatrist...

..yes.

Good. I can go home.

Well, we'll have to move you to a ward for monitoring.

Just arrange my discharge papers, please, Von.

There's something I want to clarify with you first.

I've just spent over an hour with a psychiatrist.

What's left to clarify?

Oh, I know how frustrating this is for you.

Do you?

You're at the mercy of a horrible disease.

It's understandable that...

..you may want to end things on your own terms.

You must have dealt with a lot of terminally ill patients

in your time.

I have.

What would you do if you were given a death sentence?

Well, this isn't about me.

I'm making it about you.

What would you do...

..if everything that made your life beautiful...

..was ripped away piece by piece?

I don't know.

If your body abandoned you...

..stopping you from doing the things that you love...

..stopping you from doing the things that you love...

..and making the smallest of tasks unbearable?

I've lost control of my bladder.

I'm losing my vision and my balance.

I can look forward to breathing problems,

difficulty speaking and swallowing...

..then a death from pneumonia if I'm lucky.

Maybe I'll even choke to death.

Pretty undignified way to end what was once a wonderful life,

wouldn't you say?

Do you understand now why I'd like Sam to take me home?

As soon as they get home, he'll give her the same drug cocktail again

and in a couple of hours, she'll be dead.

We don't know that. Of course we do.

The psychiatrist's confident she isn't suicidal.

How can you both turn a blind eye to this?

This isn't just upping a dying patient's morphine level.

It's actively administering a deadly combination of drugs.

It's a crime. It's not black and white.

You think I don't understand. Of course you do. Of course you do.

But no matter how hard it is, you've got to let it go.

Will you at least check on her later?

I promise. First thing tomorrow.

Why is he hooked up to all this stuff?

It's helping him to breathe

until the swelling in the brain can go down.

How are you feeling, man? I'm never drinking again.

I know you guys must hear that a lot. But I mean it.

I can't believe I almost killed the best mate I ever had.

Hey, you have to be strong for Pete now, alright?

Have either of you got a pen?

Yep.

I've been thinking - if Pete makes it through this...

..I'm gonna change the name of our company.

"Pete and Harry's Landscaping".

It's the least I can do to make it up to him.

Nice.

Is it, er... is it OK if I sit with him for a while?

Yep.

I think we should leave golf out of our celebrations.

Actually, I, er, need to talk to you about that.

We found you a bed upstairs.

It should be alright to move you soon.

Thanks so much for your help today. Hey, no problem.

Ooh. Ah.

I spoke to Shorts. Oh! And?

Well, he laughed about the lightning strike.

He said he thought it was the funniest excuse he'd ever heard.

That's a good start.

And he knew all about Wolff-Parkinson-White syndrome.

Apparently Marilyn Manson has got it as well.

That's supposed to make you feel better?

Well, it might.

If I knew who Marilyn Manson was.

My God.

Sally?

Shorts?

I brought some Chinese. Thought we could have our date here.

Um, we'll leave you to it. Thanks.

Good luck. (WHISPERS) Thank you.

Oh, men are so full of surprises.

Amen to that.

I can't wait to get out of here. Why? What's your hurry?

Maybe the fact I've done your dirty work all day.

Well, if the 2IC gig is too hard for you...

Actually, Frank, I know I can do this job.

I have done everything you've asked me to do.

Admin are even considering giving us those new monitors.

Excellent work!

As soon as you've finished writing up next month's rosters,

you can go home.

I know. But it was true. (LAUGHS)

I had to see for myself. These are for you.

Thank you.

I, um... Um...

Sorry. You go. No, it's OK. You go.

No, you go. What are you saying?

Just, um, I'm sorry for being so worried about your bucks party.

Of course you can have a big night with the boys.

I've cancelled it. Really?

Yeah. Jack's not very happy.

But I won't be hung-over on our big day.

Are you sure? I'm absolutely sure.

I just wish we could fast-forward the next few days

and jump straight to the wedding.

I sort of need those couple of days. Oh, what?

Still haven't written our vows?

Yeah!

(CHUCKLES) No. Mmm.

That's OK. I realised something today.

What?

That our wedding will be perfect and nothing's going to go wrong.

Don't... (KISSES) ..jinx it. I didn't jinx it!

You did... (KISSES) ..jinx it. I did not!

You can't say that nothing's going to go wrong.

Oh, is that right, is it?

(TAKES SHALLOW BREATHS)