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WOMAN: Go.

(MAN COUGHS)

Brendan Holloway. Hobby farmer. Tractor rollover.

Left arm partial amputate. Might be fractured ribs.

BP's 90/50. Heart rate's 48.

Morphine? 10 milligrams IV with little effect.

Resus set up? Yeah.

2 milligrams PRN bolus morphine until the pain's under control.

We need the portable X-ray in here for a trauma series ASAP.

Bloods? Full bloods.

On three. Come on, people.

One, two, three.

(BRENDAN GROANS)

Now, Brendan, we're going to give you something for this pain, mate.

We'll look after you, OK? (PANTS, GROANS)

Oh, hey, good luck for tomorrow. Thank you!

(BRENDAN GROANS)

Here you go.

What's the odds on the arm? That's the least of our problems.

Oh, right. Set up a central line, will you, Dan?

Brendan, open your eyes, mate. I'm just going to shine a light in them.

(PANTS) Stay with us, mate.

Where the bloody hell's Jaeger?

I don't know.

Oi. Haven't you and Dan got somewhere you'd rather be today?

I think we both just want tomorrow to come as quickly as possible.

But you must have a million things to organise.

Nup. Everything's set for the wedding.

Oh, my God!

Staying at home means listening to my mum nag me

about watching out for black cockies over the top.

What, for pooing? No, just for flying.

She's full of all these crazy superstitions.

Like I shouldn't lay eyes on anyone called Erica today.

Well, we might not get any cockies, but we might get an Erica.

I don't care. They're not mine.

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Are you OK?

Are you looking for a department?

(BREATHLESSLY) General Admissions, I guess.

What for? (ENGLISH ACCENT) Cystic fibrosis.

Get her a wheelchair. I'm going to take you straight into Emergency.

Thanks.

I'm Gabrielle. Stella.

OK, Erica's going to get you settled into a bed

and I'll find a doctor to see you as soon as possible.

Great. Shouldn't be long.

We've just added a pneumothorax to the list of injuries.

Hobby farming, you say? Some hobby. Who's in Resus?

Tractor accident. He's in a pretty bad way.

Oh, hey. You must be Amy. That's me.

Hi. Oh, great, you're early, which is fantastic.

If you could get changed, I will get your paperwork organised.

OK.

You know about the drug calculation test?

Yes.

You're going to have to do that before you administer any drugs,

and Admin want a whole heap of other forms as soon as possible.

OK. I'll be back in a second.

Sorry - I'm Gabrielle. I'm the NUM. Right.

Jack, can you take this for me, please? Hannah Cardwell. Chest pain.

Sure. Cool.

Hey. Worked out where everything is?

Mmm... not really.

Lot to take in, yeah?

Uh... I need to get changed.

Right. Well, the common room is over there.

Got it.

And when you're finished, I've got a patient in Subacute.

Sure. And Subacute is over there.

Thanks. Sure.

Well, pelvis looks OK.

MIKE: Trauma seems confined to the upper body, so that's something.

(VOICES ECHO)

His heart rate's down to 39 and his BP is still dropping.

Give him 0.5 mils of metaraminol.

Get a defib on stand-by.

(GROANS) The central line's almost done.

What's wrong? I don't know.

You right? I need some air.

Steve! Steve!

Bloody hell. As if we didn't have enough bloody patients in here.

Stay with me. Come on. (GRUNTS)

Get a trolley and tell Beaumont she's needed in Resus right now.

His pulse is racing. I'll take care of him...

I'll be alright. Shut up and stay put.

And have you travelled overseas recently?

Only Tasmania. 18 months ago.

Hi. I'm Amy.

Hannah. OK.

And what about flu-like symptoms? Uh, sweats, muscle pains, shivers?

Nothing like that. Mm-hm.

Now, Hannah's had some chest pains,

so let's get a sats probe onto her and get obs taken.

12-lead ECG? Yes, thank you.

Look, it's probably nothing.

Uh... the BP cuff's just here.

No, no, no. You did the right thing coming in, having it checked out.

What we'll do is run some tests

and see if we can figure out what's going on.

I'll be back in a little while.

You've had this done before? Yeah.

OK. I'll just take this off.

Heard you needed some help. Yeah, putting it mildly.

Pulmonary oedema. Non-cardiogenic.

He has a prolonged QT interval and ST elevation.

(SIGHS) What the hell is going on?

Is Steve OK? I hope so.

How's it looking?

Hmm. Still feeling dizzy?

Yeah, a bit. Mm-hm.

Did you have any brekkie this morning?

Toast, coffee. Same as always. Huh.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

Is that tender? A little, yeah.

I've got no idea what happened, Frank.

Well, that's a bloody great help, isn't it?

So, when did it come on? The dizziness?

Last few minutes, really.

Hmm. And you've done nothing out of the ordinary this morning?

I haven't been drinking, Frank. OK.

I'm happy to have a blood test if you want.

No need. Your word is good.

Alright. Well, I'll try and find someone to fuss over you.

I'll be right in a sec.

You'll bloody well stay where you are, use the oxygen,

and I will get someone to do an ECG.

Is that really necessary? There's only one way to find out.

So much for going round the world by alphabet.

(WHEEZES) I only made it as far as Australia.

What about Afghanistan?

Too many hills.

Same with Armenia.

Hi, Stella. I'm Dr West.

Hi.

We're going to give you something to try and settle your breathing down.

But I need to get some more information from you.

It's all in there.

All the specialists. Medications I've been taking.

Some people travel with airport novels,

but me - I take my medical history with me.

Have you really been travelling all by yourself?

Uh-huh.

Never been further than France before now.

And that was with my parents.

Wanted to see if I could do it on my own.

How'd they feel about it?

Major panic attacks. (CHUCKLES)

I need to speak to them.

Yeah, we'll get in touch with them for you.

Good. I have to talk to them.

They need to know.

And your husband is contactable on that number?

Yeah, but I don't want him to be.

There's no point in both of us missing work.

Not if it's just a false alarm.

What work do you do? I'm a school principal.

I'd better behave, then.

Relax. It's primary school.

Which is normally lovely,

but right now I've got half my teachers off with flu

and a major departmental review going on, so...

Bit stressful? Very.

Which is what I was thinking about the chest pains.

It might just be stress.

Trying to save me the trouble of a diagnosis?

How are we going?

She's hypertensive - 150/90 - and her heart rate's 85.

OK. Well, there's nothing obvious going on here.

I might run some blood tests just to make sure.

Will that take long? Uh, about two hours.

But, hey, where else can you get an excuse to have a midday nap?

OK, so we'll need a full blood count, coags and troponin levels.

OK.

Actually... I'm not all that confident doing the bloods.

Uh... OK...

I mean, I can. I just...

Maybe you should stay and supervise?

You know, first day, first ever patient outside of college.

Oh. Have you just graduated? Yeah.

Landed yourself in an E.D. That's... impressive.

It's where I wanted to be.

Um... well, listen, we're tight for time,

so go to Admin, do your paperwork, and I'll take care of the bloods.

Oh, you've already told Hannah I'd do it. She'll think I'm incompetent.

Oh, no, no. Relax. No-one thinks you're incompetent.

Just... new.

(CHUCKLES) Sorry. No, no, it's fine.

I'd rather you tell me

than do something wrong because you're out of your depth.

Thank you.

You're doing fine.

It's your first day. You're allowed to be a little bit cautious.

Hey! Why aren't you in the E.D.?

I'm looking for Admin. Gabrielle said they need these forms.

Oh, righto. Come on. I'll show you.

Thank you, Dr Campion.

What happened to 'Uncle Frank'?

(CHUCKLES) Thanks, Uncle Frank.

That's better.

I thought you weren't joining us till next week.

Really? I didn't mention the change in dates?

No, and neither did your mum.

If I'd known, I would have given you an introduction.

Actually, that's why I didn't tell you.

Eh?

Hey, if I start off getting favouritism, then...

Nobody will sit with you at playlunch?

In fact, if... you don't mind,

I... really don't want anyone to know about us being related.

How am I going to boast about you? You're not!

You're my favourite niece! I'm your only niece!

That's bloody irrelevant!

Just... (CHUCKLES) ..let me do this my way.

Oh, alright. Be bloody difficult, then.

I don't know where you get it from.

But you do know where my office is, right?

I already checked.

It's the middle of the night in the UK,

so I've left a message with the parents.

I'll let you know as soon as I hear. Thanks.

Given her condition, though, I doubt they'd be far from a phone.

Yeah.

I was hoping I'd last longer.

Not everything works out how you want it to.

OK, Stella, I'd like to run a few more tests,

and then Erica can get started on the chest physio.

Let's do an urgent ABG. Mm-hm.

Check my CO2 levels.

Been there, done that.

Uh, lung function test. If you want.

Let's face it - we know what's wrong with me.

It's not going to get any better.

I'd still like to do them, if that's OK.

Stella, this is entirely up to you, but do you want to be intubated?

I need to talk to my mum and dad first.

We called them and we left them a message,

so... we're waiting for them to call back.

I need to speak to them.

Some of my friends with CF were intubated at the end.

I know what it means.

This is the best option for you at this stage.

You don't have to pretend with me.

I know I'm never going to make it to Uruguay.

I'm not even going to make it out of this bed.

Can you keep me alive long enough to speak to Mum and Dad?

To say goodbye?

(COUGHS)

(WHEEZES)

OK, sit back.

That should feel a bit looser.

Yes. Thank you.

Let's see how long it lasts.

I'll give you some more after a break.

So much for a change in scenery.

From here, Australia looks just like England.

I bet you've seen the inside of a few hospitals.

They all look the same.

I was going to hold a koala.

Meet a blond surfer.

(CHUCKLES) Dumb, huh?

I don't think so.

Um, Stella, would you like to give the BiPAP a go?

It'll be a lot more comfort than just the physio.

Yeah, anything that might give me some time.

Did you manage to get onto my parents?

Not yet. The time difference is making it a bit difficult.

Maybe they're away.

They don't get out much when I'm there.

Well, don't you worry. We'll find them.

I just need some help from you.

Would you know anywhere they might be, like a relative's,

or is there a restaurant or a pub they frequent?

I can't think of anywhere.

I'll keep trying.

We'll track them down, Stella.

I know you're not blond... but I don't suppose you surf?

I'm going to organise the BiPAP.

I don't suppose you're going to tell me what that's all about?

(COUGHS)

Can you see the cords? Not with all these secretions.

It's filling up as fast as I'm taking it out.

Alright. That's looking a little better.

His BP is still dropping. It's 90/55.

And he's tachycardic as well.

Alright. I'm in. OK.

Get a chest X-ray to confirm placement.

Air entry equal and bilateral.

But diminished heart sounds. Increased jugular venous pressure.

Dan, forget about Radiology.

Organise an echocardiogram. Do it now.

It could be a pericardial tear. It could be anything.

Yeah. We'll need two units of crossmatched blood.

Make up a norad infusion. Titrate until we get a MAP higher than 70.

We can't transport him to theatre this unstable.

We mightn't have any choice.

Do the echo first. I'll take care of the rest.

How's Steve? He's with Gabrielle.

OK, his BP's dropping. It's 70/40.

He's tamponading. We'll have to open him up.

What about theatre?

He could be dead before we get there.

Scalpel.

Let's go.

I don't want to be critical,

but as far as massages go, this leaves a bit to be desired.

Desire has nothing to do with it.

Nothing? Have you considered shutting up?

Seriously, I'm fine. This is stupid. I... I should be back at work.

Well, that's not your decision.

What's the point of me just lying here?

The point is that you collapsed.

And we don't know why.

So will you let me do this? Please?

How's the bloke in Resus?

Not good.

Then I should be in there helping.

Yep. OK. Why not?

I've got a million things to do today,

so, you know, why should I stand around wasting my time

if you say you're OK?

Couldn't agree more.

(GASPS, GROANS)

Nausea? Dizziness?

As soon as you stood up. Who would have thunk it?

I don't like it when you're being smug.

I don't like it when you're sick.

Will you let me finish this ECG?

Make sure you're alright?

God! Doctors!

Well, I've never thought about teachers having to do budgets,

but I guess it's the same everywhere.

Afraid so. Which means less time teaching, more time in an office.

Although, I still take a remedial class once a week.

Keeps me in touch.

I like kids, but a classroom full of 8-year-olds - that would terrify me.

Sorry. Admin took longer than I thought.

They always do.

Uh, can you get that sent off to Pathology?

I'm sure I could handle that.

And... why don't you take a look at Hannah's ECG

and tell me what you think?

It looks pretty good. It does.

So that's it? I'm OK?

You'll have to bear with us long enough to get the pathology results,

but I'll have you back doing those budgets in no time.

Oh, great!

Oh, listen, in the meantime, I need you to keep strict 30-minute obs

and keep a close eye on her neuro status.

OK.

He's nice, isn't he? Yeah. He is.

I need to grab something. I'll be right back.

OK.

Oh!

Nobody saw nothing. (LAUGHS)

Did you get the ring sorted? Yes.

If Jack doesn't have the wedding ring, there won't be a wedding.

He's got the ring sorted. Fine.

Is Jack getting married?

Um, I hope not. He doesn't have a girlfriend.

Dan and I are the ones getting married. Tomorrow, actually.

And you're here? You must be really organised.

Yes, I am. I'm also hiding from my mother.

She's in a complete state. Yeah, I know what you mean.

When my brother got married, Mum was out of control.

Yeah, mine's driving me nuts with nutty ideas about superstition.

Like what?

Like... every sad thought you have the day before...

Is a sad year in your marriage. Exactly.

Is there a... neuro torch here I can use?

Um...

Yeah. Ah.

What are you doing?

Dreaming.

It's my wish list.

Medical history in the front, wish list at the back.

Bad order, huh?

So, you've already done the crossed-off ones?

Uh-huh.

"Finish high school. Get a full-time job." Really?

It lasted three months.

Typing, mostly, but I did it.

Right. "Learn a foreign language." Oooh!

Does Australian count?

Well, that depends. You've got to prove it.

(OCKER ACCENT) "Oh, stone the flamin' crows!"

"Oh, Alf!"

(BOTH LAUGH)

Alright. You can cross that one off.

Have you found my mum and dad yet?

No, not yet. Von's onto it. She'll find them.

Probably out kicking up their heels somewhere.

Hope so.

They deserve it after all the years of looking after me.

(SOBS) Oh, God.

I've got to have time to talk to them.

It's OK. We'll get you started.

Are you ready?

That's it.

How are you feeling? Oh, much better.

It sounds like I'm running out of excuses to go and face the kids.

But you like your job, don't you? Mostly, I do. A lot, actually.

Just as well.

Why's that?

My husband's just started his own accounting practice.

Building the business will take time.

It does. My dad started his own business a few years ago.

He and Mum got totally stressed out by it.

Longer hours, less money, travel.

Though, I got to go with him to Venice one time.

Sounds lovely. It's going well for him, then?

Yeah, brilliant now. Best thing he ever did.

It'll be the same for your husband.

Are you sure you don't want me to call him?

No. I'll fill him in when I get home.

Up to you.

He's going to think I panicked coming here.

Any kind of chest pain is worth getting looked at.

Well, it's gone now. I've got a bit of a headache, but that's it.

Really? I'll get you some paracetamol and a cool cloth.

Between them, they should do the trick.

That sounds perfect. Two minutes.

(MIKE GRUNTS)

Is there something wrong with the aircon in here? I'm a bit hot.

No. It feels about right.

(GRUNTS)

BP is up a bit - 90/60, and his heart rate is at 90.

Suction.

(SIGHS)

I feel a bit, um... I don't know.

(SIGHS) Damn. Tear in the right ventricle.

(GRUNTS) Stick your finger into it.

Hurry! What?

Just... do it!

(GROANS) Vlasek?

(COUGHS)

What's happening?

Blurred vision. Nausea.

The same as Steve.

He's a hobby farmer. It's fertiliser.

Shit. Organophosphate poisoning.

Dan, get out. What?

If you get contaminated, you won't be getting married tomorrow.

I'll be OK. I'll keep my distance. Out now.

Stay with us, Vlasek. You'll have to talk me through this.

You need to keep that right ventricle tear sealed.

Hold your finger there, keep the pressure up.

You already said that.

CHARLOTTE: How are you going?

I WOULD be going alright

if Mr Pedant here would just move it along.

Two drainage catheters below the sternum.

You right with that? Yeah.

Do it fast. We've got to get him to theatre.

Oh, really? We hadn't considered that.

Do you want instructions or don't you?

Instructions, yes, but a first-year medical lesson, no.

Hey. Contamination protocol says that he should be isolated.

I think it's a little late for that.

He's exuding toxins, Frank.

Yes, I know. That's why I'm wearing a mask.

Well, has anybody else been feeling unwell?

Mike and Steve were the only ones close enough to get a serious dose.

What about his clothes? Bagged? Disposed of?

Do we look completely derelict? Of course they have.

Where are you at with the chest drain?

One in, the other currently happening.

Well, make it happen fast.

Listen, if you've got nothing useful to say, use the oxygen and shut up.

Hey. Sorry to have left you alone for so long.

We're a bit under the pump today. That's alright. I understand.

And Jack's been helping me, showing me what's where.

Oh.

How's the drug calculation test going?

Alright, I think. Huh.

You would think doctors had to do it as well,

but no, it's just us lucky chickens.

One litre of fluid intravenously over six hours. The IV delivers...

Stupid test.

(LAUGHS)

They make us do it, so... I suppose there's a point.

Admin justifying their jobs.

Hey, I suppose the Frank Campion legend

has made its way over to nursing college.

I heard a few stories.

And you still wanted to work here? That's pretty brave.

Listen, he terrifies most people. I handle him OK.

The secret is just don't take it personally.

Thanks for the tip.

I don't suppose you've got any pointers on this, then?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Give us a look.

Uh, volume in mils times... two.

No, no. Hang on. Mmm...

Maybe you should find somewhere private to complete that test.

OK.

Probably best to let her finish it herself, right?

Yeah, probably. Yeah.

Hey, Jack?

Leave my nurses alone.

Hasn't served you very well in the past.

Probably won't serve you very well in the future.

Oh. Sorry, Mum.

I'll call if I'm going to be late

and check it's OK to bring someone home.

Who says I'm interested in her?

Ha! Oh!

Well, seeing as you're here,

1 litre delivered over 6 hours at 20 drops per mil - what's the rate?

I'm busy, Jack.

Oh! (LAUGHS)

You don't know.

Drip rate... equals volume per mil times drops per mil

divided by time in hours times 60.

So the drip rate is... 56. Are you happy, Doctor?

Rain Man!

Yeah. It's a direct line.

Thank you very much for that. 'Bye.

Well, no luck yet.

I've got the UK police onto it. They understand the urgency.

Didn't give you any time frame?

No. They said they're doing their best.

Uh... how long DO we have?

If she keeps deteriorating at this rate,

probably no more than a couple of hours.

Oh.

How's she going?

BiPAP's not really achieving much. She's anxious about her parents.

I'm waiting for a call back.

Look, I know she's not keen,

but is it time to talk to her again about intubation?

Yeah, I think it is.

(WHEEZES) No.

If you're intubated, it could give you more time.

Maybe even enough for your parents to get here.

I said no.

Stella, there's nothing much else we can offer you.

Once I'm on the breathing machine, that's it.

I won't ever get off it.

I would never get to speak to them again.

Do you want the mask back on?

Hi.

Frank's cleared you to go home.

No, I might as well go back to work.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Well, why wouldn't it be? I mean, we know what made me sick.

So we also know I'm not going to get any worse, right?

Oh, fine. Have a shower first, though, OK?

Actually, now that you mention it, I'm not actually 100%.

Maybe a sponge bath would be quite nice.

Yeah, sure.

I'll see if Dan's free.

Oh, careful, Gabby! Come on!

In your dreams, mate.

Hey. How's Hannah doing? Any problems?

No, nothing. She had a persistent headache, so I gave her paracetamol.

Good. I'll be in in a sec to check on those charts.

OK.

Is something wrong? No, no. Everything's fine.

My headache's nearly gone, so thank you for that.

That's OK. Um... I'll be back in a second.

(SIGHS NERVOUSLY)

(MUTTERS) 120... over... 80...

GCS 15...

Now, is Amy taking care of you?

Oh, very good care. I'm thinking of booking in here for my next holiday.

Er, personally, I like the sand and sun.

So, is it time for me to go now? Well, hopefully. We'll...

How are you feeling? Fine.

Good.

And... this is looking good.

Blood pressure's trending down and your obs are good.

How's the chest pain? Gone.

Excellent. I think you can go home.

And let someone really sick have the bed.

Can you organise Hannah's discharge papers?

Sure.

I've been feeling like a passenger lying round like this.

Yeah, well, people deserve a day off.

FRANK: Sit down. I don't want you falling over again.

MIKE: I'm alright. I want to go with him.

GABBY: You can't operate.

I just want to make sure

they're observing the proper contamination procedures up there.

Huh! They're going to love that.

I'll take over. I'm fine.

Oh, we've got a taste for surgery now, have we?

Oh, alright. But thanks for your help.

I couldn't have stuck my finger in a hole any better.

Considering you were in a dead faint and practically useless,

no, you couldn't have.

Any chance of saving his arm? Let's try saving his life first.

OK. Let's go. Nice and slow.

What does your son do?

His present plan is to manage a rock band.

(LAUGHS)

I don't know how we got such a slacker.

Dean and I were always good at school.

He might get famous. Oh, he might.

He's a lovely kid, but you'd never know it to look at him.

He's gone all emo lately with the... with, uh...

Oh, I can't see.

Black fingernails?

(SLURS) No, I... can't s-see.

(GASPS) Oh!

(GASPS) Oh!

Hannah, what's the matter? Oh, my head!

Oh!

Hannah!

Help!

(SHOUTS) I need help!

All yours. Help! I need some help here!

What's happened?

I don't know. I think she just stroked out.

We'll have to intubate. We'll need a size 7 ET tube.

I'll get the trolley. I'll get it.

How'd it happen? I don't know. Her BP was stable.

It WAS. I don't think it was trending down.

There must be some indication.

YOU look at the obs, Frank. Tell me what I've missed.

Right pupil's fixed and dilated. Let's hope she's not coning.

Right pupil's fixed and dilated. Let's hope she's not coning.

Want me to do the intubation? I should be fine.

We'll need an urgent head CT. DAN: Yep.

We'll need an urgent head CT. DAN: Yep.

No, I can't do this. I can't see the cords.

I'll do it. Get her on the bed.

Take a break. Go on. There's nothing you can do here.

One, two, three.

Yeah, we need an urgent head CT for Hannah Cardwell.

Pupils are fixed and dilated. There's no improvement since we intubated.

Hmm.

Doesn't make sense, Frank. There were no warning signs.

I mean, I was talking to her, she was chatting, completely alert.

No signs of disorientation.

In fact, she was... she was embarrassed about taking up a bed.

Yes, you're right.

There's no indication of a deterioration here either.

The scans are back.

Oh, well, I think I know what we're going to see here.

"Extensive haemorrhagic stroke. Significant midline shift."

Irreversible brain damage. Jesus.

Have we got onto ICU yet? We're still waiting on a bed.

(SIGHS) Well, I think I know what the neurosurgeon's going to say.

Yep.

Is she an organ donor?

We don't know.

Oh, Dan. Your brother's in the waiting room.

Right. Go. I'll deal with this.

You OK? (GRUNTS)

Mmm.

What the hell are you doing here?

What sort of hello is that?

Well, you're not sick, yeah? The wedding's not till tomorrow.

You don't miss me, do you? So, come on, what is it?

I was passing and I thought I'd drop in and say hi.

And?

And Mum is driving me spare.

She re-ironed our shirts about three times.

So tell her to stop... Wouldn't help.

You haven't come in just to hide from her. What is it?

Er, actually, there is another reason.

Surprise me.

Alright. You have one night in your entire life left as a single...

No! No bucks party! It's a rite of passage.

I've already told you this. I'm not interested.

You owe this to me and Macca and Eddie and Jeff.

I don't owe these guys nothing. (CHUCKLES)

You are severing the bonds of mateship for all time.

I'm not interested. OK?

All I want from tonight is a good night's sleep.

You are starting to sound like our mother.

Insulting me will not change my mind.

What will?

(CHUCKLES) Luke, give up, OK? I've got to get back to work.

So, is that a yes?

But, Luke... that was a nice try.

How's that? Do you want to take the mask off for a bit?

OK.

(SOFTLY) There you go.

Engagement?

Yeah.

That was on my list. To get married.

Tell me about him.

Um... he's a nurse too. I met him here, actually.

Does he surf?

Uh... no.

But... he makes me feel like I'm really worth something.

We all need someone like that.

Yeah.

(COUGHS)

My parents?

Not yet. I'm sorry. We haven't given up.

I need to tell them how much I love them.

How grateful I am for everything that they've done for me.

It's really important.

We can get a video camera or... a tape recorder.

I'll write it down. A letter.

If I'm strong enough.

Well, I could do that for you. You just tell me what you want to say.

Can I go outside?

In the garden?

Um...

Please?

I think, uh...

..the garden sounds pretty good.

(STELLA WHEEZES)

Are you still OK to be out here?

I can see other people.

I want that.

Everything normal.

What's happening to me - it's normal too.

We all get what we're given.

I've been given so much.

You tell me when you're ready to start.

How do you say thank you...

..without it sounding like... just words?

You just say it. They'll know.

I've got the first bit.

"Dear Mum and Dad..."

Here you are.

She's dead, isn't she?

No, we've taken her up to ICU.

It was a stroke, then?

Yes, it was.

Will she be alright?

No, she won't.

Oh, God. I can't believe this is happening.

Now, listen. Strokes can come on very quickly, with no warning at all.

Maybe I did something wrong.

Amy, quickly, with no warning. At all.

Even if everyone did everything right?

Even so. So don't punish yourself.

I know it's a hard lesson,

but sometimes things happen around here

over which we have no control whatsoever.

OK?

OK.

You sure?

Yep.

Good girl.

..9, yeah...

..843. Oh, look, thanks so much for that.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, we'll do it right now.

'Bye.

Parents found. They're waiting at home now.

Thanks. OK.

Uh, country code, area code.

I was beginning to think... It doesn't matter. Thank you, Von!

Thank you!

Guys!

We found them!

(GROANS) Oh, no.

(SNIFFS) Well, at least we got the letter done.

Her parents are waiting for her to call.

I'll talk to them.

Yeah, yeah, she was. Very brave.

It was a real privilege to look after her.

I'm going to put Von on to explain what happens next.

Again, I'm so sorry.

Hey. Hey. Hey, it's alright.

(SOBS) Oh, Ric. Shhh-shh-shh-shh.

It's alright.

My mum said that if we're going to have a happy marriage,

then today shouldn't be sad.

Look... with all due respect to your mother, that's crap.

Ricky... we're in love, aren't we?

We have a life to live... together, hmm?

Listen... I'm going to make a lot of promises to you tomorrow,

but there's one that I'll make to you right now, OK?

We are going to be happy.

Alright?

And nothing - nothing - is going to interfere with that.

OK?

I love you.

Oh. How'd it go?

Oh, farm boy? He's in ICU. He's stable.

How's his arm?

Oh, well, we tried, but there was nothing viable below the elbow.

Thanks for holding the fort earlier. Appreciate it.

Oh, it was nothing. It's hardly rocket science!

Right, so, next time you call me for a consult,

I'll just go for a coffee and you can take over, hey?

Well, looks like we're both still alive, hey?

Oh, it was nothing. Come good in no time.

Yeah. Me too.

Actually, I still feel like crap.

Me too.

Anybody seen Amy?

She'll be about.

I should probably go and sort her out.

No, she's OK.

What? I had a chat to her.

Why?

She was upset. Oh.

Tell me, how do you think she's, uh, travelling?

Oh, God. Well, she seems nice enough.

But tell me, whose brilliant idea was it

to chuck her into the E.D. straight out of college?

Oh, come on. She just needs to find her feet.

(JACK SIGHS)

How is she?

(SIGHS) There's no point in surgical intervention.

There's nothing to be done.

Are you OK?

I must have missed something.

You know, underestimated the headache or missed one of the signs or...

..something.

Look, Jack...

..I've been beating myself up too.

No, you've got no reason to...

Maybe I didn't do something I should have.

No, listen, you did everything that I told you to do.

You are in no way to blame for this.

I was her doctor.

Dr Campion told me no-one needs to feel guilty.

Sometimes these things happen.

Well, however you look at it, I'm responsible, so...

No, he's right.

It wasn't anybody's fault.

Listen, her family's going to be here soon,

so maybe you should go home now.

OK.

Oh, Amy.

You did a good job today.

LUKE: (WHISPERS) He's in there.

Quiet. Don't wake Mum up.

ALL: (SHOUT) Wakey-wakey!

(ALL LAUGH) DAN: What the hell?

Nice, big smile for the wedding album, please.

(DAN LAUGHS FEEBLY)

Ha ha. Very funny. Off you go to your party now, guys, OK?

Up you get. Piss off!

We will. And you're coming with us.

I'm not kidding, guys. I'm not in the mood. MUM! MUM!

Nice socks, mate. They're really working for you.

I have bad circulation, OK? My feet get very cold.

(GROANS)

Shh! Guys... guys...

What are you doing?

We're just giving my little brother the send-off he deserves.

Mum, tell them to knock it off.

I thought we'd agreed there'd be none of this carry-on.

Yes, we did, so whatever you have planned, just count me out, OK?

It's too late. Have you boys been drinking?

I have!

Macca's sober and he's driving, OK?

No, it's not OK. Put him down.

Look, Mum, they're not going to hurt him, OK? I promise.

Wait, wait. Wh-where are we going?

Luke, tell them to stop.

Oh! Luke, you're a dead man! Have a good time, mate!

I swear it, man! I'm going to sell your wheelchair when you're sleeping!

I don't know what you're so happy about. He means it.

And I'm not going to stop him.

(MEN LAUGH RAUCOUSLY)

Oh, God!

Yes, it's a joke. Very funny joke, guys, yes.

OK, but it's over now, alright? What...

Arggh! I'm getting married tomorrow. I'm getting married TODAY!

Maybe. Or maybe not. (LAUGHS LOUDLY)

We're just helping you... tie the knot.

I hope Ricky doesn't mind waiting for you, mate.

So, what's the plan? You just going to tie me up and leave me here?

Um... yeah. (MEN LAUGH)

Look, I tell you what -

next time we go out to Cougars, drinks are on me all night.

What? Hey - we're your mates.

You shouldn't be trying to buy your mates.

Man, what have you been drinking?

Hey, a big smile, Danny boy!

You're all dead! (ALL LAUGH)

Alright, well, uh, see you later, mate.

See you, Danny! Catch you!

Come on. Don't stay up too late!

Come on. Guys, give me a break!

Come on! Big day tomorrow.

Come on.

You'd better watch out!

Well, uh, we'll see you at the wedding!

Guys, mosquitoes are biting my face!

Mosquitoes are biting my face! I'm getting married!

You don't want me to go to my wedding looking like I've got chickenpox!

(MEN LAUGH)

You don't want to get on the wrong side of Ricky. She's... she's bound...

(HORN HONKS REPEATEDLY)

That's right. You'd better be coming back.

(CALLS OUT) Oh, Dan! Would you marry me?!

Macca!

I love you, Dan! I love you!

(URGENTLY) Macca!

(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)

Turn your lights on!

Macca!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Watch out!

Jesus Christ! MAC!

(GRUNTS DESPERATELY)