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Do you always follow strange women to Melbourne?

FRANK: We've got a Proteus syndrome in Resus.

You give yourself a hard time, don't you?

I'm like that too.

I had to pull the mercury level from thin air or watch the guy die.

Well, let's hope the coroner sees it the same way.

(KNOCKS)

Hello? We need some help out here.

(CONTINUES KNOCKING) Hello?

Yeah, I'm coming!

I was told a doctor lives here. Yeah, you're looking at him.

Quick. There's been an accident. We need some help.

Rotten P-plate drivers. I don't know why they drive so fast.

(SCREAMS) Somebody, help! Please!

We need help!

(SIREN WAILS)

Mate, I'm a doctor. Are you hurt?

Help him. Come on, Shane!

Shane!

Is he gonna be alright? No. Sorry, mate.

Listen, come with me, OK?

Just sit down here.

I'm gonna come and check on you in a minute, yeah?

Oh, God. Oh, my God! Shane!

What are you doing here? I live around the corner.

I didn't get this kid's name but he's really distressed. The driver's dead.

Jack? I'll cover him up. Was he injured?

Go, go, go. I've got this. Yep.

This is Chris Parsons. She's alert but disoriented.

It looks like severe blood loss around her legs.

Hey, Chris. I'm Dr Quade.

I can't move. (PANTS) I can't get out!

OK. Um, can you feel your legs? Mm-hm. I can feel them.

(PANTS) But they're stuck.

(MOANS)

No, no, no, no. Stay still for me. Gonna look at them, yeah?

(MOANS)

OK, I'm gonna get you something for the pain.

She's gonna need 2.5mg of morphine. OK.

And... you need to get Rescue on the phone

because she's not getting out unless we cut her out.

Oh. OK.

(CHUCKLES) It's six weeks! It'll race by!

It won't. Don't go.

(LAUGHS) You told me to go! Get off! I know! I know.

I'll call you when I get there. Mmm.

Once I've enrolled and checked in to my little nuns' cloister.

Good.

Single beds, they're good, OK? I know what campus life is like.

Oh, is that right? Yeah.

'Mmm'.

We could be romantic and meet somewhere halfway on the weekend.

I'm there! Good. Can I go, then?

Oh, great! You organise a dirty weekend and then off you go!

Oh... (IMITATES CHILDISH CRY) Yeah.

I'm joking.

I'll call you tonight, baby.

Love you. Sorry, what was that?

I said I love you!

Oh, what? Dan!

Get! Let's go somewhere.

Say goodbye properly. We've already done that.

It was good. (LAUGHS)

Half an hour. That's all I'm asking.

You're gonna be late.

So?

OK. (LAUGHS)

(STARTS ENGINE)

(IMITATES ENGINE) Let's go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Don't yell! I hate it when you yell at me like that.

Suzi, how is he?

He's stable. His name's Kieran. He's 18.

So was his mate. (SIGHS)

Can you tell Frank that I'm on scene?

Yeah, no problems. I'll see you back there.

BREE: Just take some deep breaths.

That's it. You're doing really well.

It's improvised, Jack, but it will have to do.

Mm-hm. What's her status?

The drugs are working but she's starting to freak out.

OK. Chris, how you doing?

(PANTS) What's going on?

We're waiting for the Rescue team to arrive.

Then we'll get you out of here. That's our plan.

OK. Er, Dr Quade? Call me Jack.

Er, Jack, could you do something for me?

Yep. Can you make those people go away?

Those people watching.

The police have arrived. They'll take care of it.

No! No.

My son's day care is around the corner.

I don't want him to find out what's happened.

OK. We'll make sure that no-one sees you.

OK. Thank you.

It's my son's birthday today.

Some birthday.

He'll be so afraid.

How old is he?

Carter's four.

I'm supposed to be at home setting up for the party.

(PANTS HEAVILY)

Am I gonna die?

No.

Don't lie to me.

When we get you to hospital, you're gonna start feeling a lot better.

OK, you are doing really well.

OK.

SUZI: Kieran Foster, 18. Restrained passenger in an MVA.

He was mobile, no loss of consciousness

but he's pretty shaken up.

Where's the blood coming from?

Oh, it was the driver's. Um, he didn't make it.

Look, his BP's 89 over 52. His pulse rate's 128.

Alright. Where's Vlasek? Paged.

On my three. Yep, alright. Hang on.

One, two, three.

Look straight up for me, will you, Kieran?

Come on, lad. Straight up.

Have a nice couple of days off? I sure did. Thank you.

What have we got here? Collision. Possible internal bleed.

We'll have to do a FAST. OK. I'll set it up.

Heart rate's 130. Give him 5mg of morphine.

I forgot to mention. Jack Quade was the doctor on site.

He asked me to pass it on.

Bloody hell. That's all he needs. Well, I'll get him on the phone.

Ciggie break's over. Time to go.

I can manage! OK.

Are you sure you wanna do this?

I stayed all night. I did all the tests you want.

Now I wanna go home.

It's rude to stare, dickheads! So piss off and do something useful.

MAN: Righto.

Was that really necessary?

I don't know. Did I embarrass you, Paula?

I'll take it from here, thank you.

Look after yourself, hey? Thanks.

I hope the nursing works out for you.

Yeah, me too!

Barry, I'll meet you at the house.

I'm sorry if you thought that was unnecessary.

But not sorry for saying it.

Well, I see no point in being polite to morons, do you?

So, how are you going? How's that pain?

I'm not hurt.

OK.

How does that happen?

He dies and I walk away?

I can't answer that.

But it's not your fault the driver of the vehicle died.

Yes, it is.

It was my idea.

Was it your idea for him not to wear a seatbelt too?

It was my idea we drive to Goulburn.

I should have kept my stupid mouth shut.

His X-rays are here.

So, what are we seeing?

Nothing much. Nothing's broken.

Kid must be made of steel.

Oh, I'm not too sure about that.

There's some tenderness above the left flank I don't like

and he's still hypotensive.

What did we get out of the FAST? Well, nothing.

But I've just got this hunch there's a bleed we're not picking up on.

Since when do we treat hunches?

I'd like a CT, Frank.

Alright. But then he gets moved to Acute.

Heard from Quade? No. He's not answering his phone.

And, yes, I have tried contacting the ambos at the scene.

They'll only confirm that he's there, treating a woman trapped on site.

It sounds... rough.

Perfect.

I'll let you know when I contact him. Yeah.

MAN: One, two, three.

How are you doing? I'm tired.

(PANTS) I don't want to be here anymore.

Yeah. I know.

Listen, we'll have you out of here really soon.

OK? OK.

Um... Hey... what's the delay?

There's a problem.

We can get her out but we'll probably

do more damage than the crash did.

Oh, shit! It's your call, though.

(SIGHS) Um...

Oh!

Have you got a phone? Yeah.

Thanks.

Charlotte? It's Jack.

About bloody time.

Now, listen, what the bloody hell are you...?

I don't have time for this, Frank.

I need you to get Mike out here with intubation equipment,

trauma retrieval bags, four units of O neg...

Whoa, whoa! ..and the amputation tray.

The what?

The driver's legs are trapped. Rescue can't get her out safely.

It's our best shot at keeping her alive.

That's a bloody big call. You think I don't know that?

Listen, you can grill me on this later, Frank.

Right now I need Mike Vlasek and that equipment, OK?

Get onto theatre for me, will you? We need some equipment.

Maybe we were going too fast. I don't know.

What happened has happened. You're not gonna change it now.

I can see that woman's face when we hit her.

She looked confused.

Not scared or anything.

(PANTS) Like she was disappointed in us. (SNIFFS)

Is that Shane's blood?

Yeah. It is.

You'll feel a lot better when we clean you up.

No, don't wash it off.

Not yet. OK.

Ah, Vlasek. Can I have a word? Yeah.

Where are you going? I'll be right back, Kieran.

Quade called. He wants a surgeon on site for a double amputation.

Beaumont can take over this.

Jack's a fully qualified surgeon. He doesn't need me.

I want you there.

Gonna have to pass on this. I've got a patient in distress.

Who has nothing wrong with him.

Let's see what the CT scan says. For Christ's sake.

I still think it's more delicate than it looks.

Hey, what have you got to worry about?

I taught Jack everything he knows. He'll be fine.

Unless there's something you're not telling me.

Homer, are you doing anything?

I'm trying to print a file. Good. So nothing. Grab your coat.

Jack needs a spare pair of hands for a double amputation.

No kidding?

Are you up for this? Yes.

You'll have to use your own car.

Beaumont's getting the equipment and the drugs ready.

The address is on the print-out.

Oh, and, Homer, one more thing -

if Quade looks panicked or is making a wrong decision,

you call me, alright?

He'll be alright. If he isn't?

I'll call you. Watch him like a hawk. Understood?

Go on. Off you go!

Where's Mike? It's just me.

How you doing?

Oh, great! Two minutes out of bed and I'm covered in other people's blood.

Sorry. I was just kind of hoping Mike would take care of this.

Do you wanna wait a bit longer? No, we can't. I'll be fine.

Let's go break the bad news. You haven't told her yet?

We probably shouldn't do it until we're ready to do the procedure,

otherwise she'd panic, and we can't afford that.

We're running out of time as it is.

What? You got a problem? You tell me.

Leave the gear here or she'll see it. But bring drugs.

Chris, this is Dr West.

He's here to help.

(GRUNTS) Why are more people arriving?

What does that mean?

Well, we have a bit of a problem.

The rescue workers can't get you out safely.

Don't tell me that.

OK, so we've got a tough decision to make and I need you to stay calm.

It's really important.

Can you do that?

What are you going to do?

In order to free you, we have to amputate.

No! I'm sorry.

No, you can't! You said you'd get me out!

I know I said that. If I thought there was any other way, we'd do it.

But there is no other way. No! No! No, please don't do this!

Please, Jack, I'm begging you! We don't have a choice.

Carter is such an active little boy. He runs and runs.

I mean, how will I look after my son with one leg?

We might have to take them both. What?!

But if we don't do this, there's every chance

that your little boy isn't gonna have a mum to look after him at all.

OK, I'm so sorry but we're gonna have to do this.

(SOBS)

In the boot of the car, there's a birthday present, a bike.

He wanted it so badly.

I'll take care of it for you.

(SOBS) Thank you.

We ready?

Chris? (PANTS HEAVILY)

OK. Do it.

(WHISTLES HAPPILY)

Oi! Do you have any idea what time it is, young man?

Yeah. Well, what took you so long?

I was saying goodbye to Ricky!

Oh, it takes over two hours to say goodbye to Ricky, does it?

Usually.

Sometimes if we turn around in right...

Oh! (SINGS) ♪ La, la, la! ♪ I don't wanna know.

Can you handle Triage for me, please?

I can handle anything you want.

MIKE: So, what's in Goulburn?

We were gonna be cops.

Checking out the academy.

Now I'll be lucky if I don't go to jail.

Can you get hold of Kieran's mum and dad for us?

You're gonna feel much better with them here.

They don't even know we left last night.

Well, then, they will definitely want to know that you're here.

I don't want you to call them.

Kieran, is there something you're not telling me?

They didn't like us hanging out together.

Said Shane was a bad influence.

His parents said I was the bad influence.

I reckon that parents are often wrong about that sort of stuff.

Hey? Right about this one.

Me and Shane apart,

we're nothing.

But together, we'd do anything.

No fear.

I'll be right back.

Kieran's head CT

and, as I suspected, perfectly clear.

So move him out of there into Acute. I need that bed.

I'm still not convinced.

Oh, of course not, because you're playing on a hunch.

But until you show me evidence

that he's suffering from other than post-traumatic stress,

he goes to Acute.

(DRILL WHIRRS)

(BONE SNAPS) OK. That's the first one.

Let's get her stapled. Right.

OK. How we doing?

Um, her sats are good.

She's in sinus tachy with no arrhythmias or ectopics.

Fluids? Oh, yeah, sorry.

She's hypotensive. OK. Push the blood through.

OK, how long until we're ready to go on the next leg?

A few minutes. Five. Too long.

No need to be cosmetically pretty. We'll do that in theatre.

No need to rush, either. Shouldn't we be checking the potassium levels?

The longer that we wait, the less likely it is she's gonna survive.

Yeah, she might not even survive here, either.

Where would you prefer she arrested - here because we watched her potassium

or in hospital because we pushed and got her free?

You're right. You're right.

Good. Let's get this done, people.

She's looking good, Jack. Her BP's stable.

OK. How are you doing?

I'm fine, thanks. I just don't wanna watch what you're doing.

Jack. Jack, stop.

Stop. She just slipped forward.

What?! What?! What's happening?

She just moved forward. First leg must have freed her.

I don't think we'll have to amputate the second one. We'll get the Rescue.

Hey, guys! We need some help over here.

Quick!

Hmm! You're an artist.

Oh, you can move all that. It's nothing. Do you take milk?

No. Black, thanks.

These are very, very good.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

I know. You do this all the time.

But, you see, you're not usually dealing with the effects of a DVT.

I'm fine.

Well, for home care to work, I have to make sure that's true.

It is true. I'll take my medical condition seriously.

Well, you haven't so far, have you?

If Amy hadn't talked you into it,

you wouldn't have had those tests this morning.

I was a bit naughty but I've learnt my lesson.

Paula, a DVT - it's very serious.

It can kill you. Don't you think I know that?!

I've lived with this condition all my life, for God's sake!

JACK: Chris Parsons, 32. MVA.

Thought this was a double amputation.

The first one freed her up.

The second leg is badly crushed, probably broken.

BREE: Her BP is 84/48 and her pulse is at 130.

How long's she been like that?

About 20 minutes. OK. Let's get her stabilised.

I told you I wanted to be informed.

You said if there was a problem. There was no problem.

You agree with that decision? That was the only viable option.

Jack did a great job.

If that's all you need me for,

I've gotta get hold of her husband, let him know what's happening.

Potassium's at 6.9.

We're gonna need that insulin and glucose infusion.

Yep. Got it. That's a good, clean amputation.

You remembered everything I taught you.

She's lost a lot of blood.

We'll need four units of packed cells.

Alright. I'll get onto that.

The other leg's a mess. I'm gonna need a Doppler to check pulses.

We'll need an 'art' line in as well. Yeah. Alright.

You go home. I'll take over now. Nup. Staying right here, Frank.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Blood pressure's dropping. Oh, come on, Chris.

You're not giving up on me now.

Where's Mike?

I need to see Mike. He's in the middle of an emergency.

I wanna see him. Let me go!

Kieran, calm down!

Come on. Oi!

I-I should have been driving.

But you weren't. This isn't your fault.

Shane didn't have a licence.

He begged me and begged me, s...

..so I let him.

Why the hell did you do that?

We were in the backstreets

and I thought, "What could go wrong?"

Killed him, didn't I?

Right.

Tell me, how are you getting along?

Not physically. Emotionally.

I don't need sympathy. You're not getting any.

You mean, am I lonely in my little house?

Are you?

I know how it looks but I have friends.

I just don't see them like you do.

I was talking about email, Von, not fantasy characters.

Oh. Right.

Plus, I read a lot and I have my plants and there's my drawing.

Perhaps you could get out and have some lessons.

You just don't take a hint, do you?

Oh, blast me! I've forgotten your leg bandages.

Doesn't matter. We can redress it some other time.

No, no, no. It's OK. I'll get someone to drop them over.

Gabrielle.

Yeah, er, listen, you think you could spare Amy for an hour or so?

Don't tell me I can't see her!

Where is she? Mr Parsons!

Your wife's undergoing treatment right now.

I understand you're upset. 'Upset'?!

Have you ever come out of a meeting

to a message saying, "Call the hospital"?

I don't even know what's happened to her.

Your wife was in a car accident and she was injured.

What about Carter? Was he in the car with her too?

No, he was already in day care.

Is she badly hurt? Her legs are severely damaged.

There's going to be lasting injuries.

Where is she now?

(LOUDLY) Chrissy! It's Jeremy. Mr Car... Jeremy!

You can't go in there.

Oh, my God. No. What happened to her leg?

Your wife suffered significant trauma in the accident.

But how? How could this happen? Frank, can you take over, please?

Jeremy, I'm Jack Quade. I treated your wife at the accident site.

You did this to her?

I had no choice. Chris was trapped and we needed to free her.

We were running out of time.

What the hell have you done to my wife?!

Dr Quade had a decision to make. There must have been other options.

I guarantee you, that decision was not taken lightly.

I'm not asking you.

I wanna hear from the bastard who cut my wife's leg off.

You think you can just do that and not say anything,

then have me come in here and find out like this?!

It's not the kind of thing you'd leave on a voicemail.

Now, I understand... No, you don't understand.

This is my wife and I deserve to know.

What and risk you rushing in here and having an accident yourself?

Now, Chris told me that you have a son.

Would you prefer that his dad end up in hospital too?

I know it's a helluva shock

but the best thing you can do is let us treat your wife.

This isn't helping her.

Good man.

See if Von's around. Yeah.

Hey. Was it Chris's fault? The accident?

No. It was the other driver.

Did he survive? Is he here?

I can't tell you that.

I will find you, you sonofabitch! You hear me?

I will find you! Listen, that is enough.

Excuse me. Why don't you and I go and find somewhere quiet to sit?

I will find him. You can tell him that.

Page Von.

Did you draw all these?

Wow. She looks pretty angry. Bit how I'm feeling right now.

Why is that?

I've got a feeling you're about to say,

"Maybe you should do a course, get out a bit."

Do you wanna do a course?

No. Then don't.

Man, and I thought I had a chip on MY shoulder.

I'm sorry. That's OK.

I know what a pain in the bum you can be.

(BEEPING) VON: Hello.

Sorry, I've got to go.

Can you finish up for me?

Yep, I can go through all the contact numbers

and things to look out for with the DVT.

Good. OK by you? I guess.

Right. See you tomorrow.

Until then.

What will you do after this? I've got my dance class.

(LAUGHS)

You think that's funny? Yes.

What kind of dancing are you gonna do?

(LAUGHS) Maybe it's a hopping kind of dance.

(LAUGHS)

If you're not doing anything special, I can pop around after my shift.

Look, thank you, but I don't need rent-a-friend.

I'm not rent-a-friend.

Then why would you wanna come around here?

Maybe I like talking to you.

Could you bring some wine?

I wouldn't mind some privacy.

My name's Charlotte. I'm the 2IC here.

I wouldn't mind some privacy, Charlotte.

I understand this is a terrible time but your wife is in very good hands.

(SMASH!)

Sorry.

That's OK.

It's my son's birthday today.

30-odd people are about to arrive at my house for a party.

I could make some calls, if you like,

let them know what happened, if that would help.

Would if I knew who to call.

I don't know the surnames of any of his friends.

I've never even met their parents. Chris takes care of all that.

Chris takes care of everything.

What am I gonna do if she dies?

Tell me.

What am I gonna do?

You got a phone call.

Would you be able to keep Mr Parsons company for a while?

Yeah.

Dr West was on site at your wife's accident.

I'm sure he can answer any questions you may have.

Thanks, Bart.

It's like I'm not even here.

He doesn't answer any of my questions. He keeps asking for Mike.

Might just be a traumatic response to the accident.

Has he said anything at all that I should know about?

Well, he thinks it was all his fault.

The driver of the vehicle didn't have a licence and he let him drive.

I don't know. Could all this be guilt?

No. Kieran!

You've been in an accident. You're not going anywhere, I'm sorry.

Please! I need to find Shane!

I don't want that guy to get him. The driver. Didn't make it.

Kieran, are you aware your friend...

Stop saying that. Saying what?

Heart rate is up to 126. Saying what, Kieran?

Shane wasn't my friend.

He was everything to me.

You were in love with him.

Yep.

Did he know that, mate?

It was his idea to get away.

Away from our parents.

And everyone watching us.

Shane wanted to be a cop,

so I thought, "Why not?"

So long as we got to be together.

And you let him drive, 'cause you loved him?

I would have done anything for him.

I was so happy.

Shh.

Potassium level's improving but not fast enough.

MIKE: Hmm. What do you want?

That kid you were treating before.

It may be nothing to worry about but his heart rate's up.

Typical post-traumatic stress symptom.

He's got some serious guilt on board

and pretty good reason for having it, I reckon.

He and the driver were a couple.

They were on their way to the police academy so they could be together.

Phew! I know. Go figure.

I see.

Let's give him 2.5mg of morphine

and push another 250 of saline.

Will do. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Alright. I think we've found your hunch.

Guilt can be a very powerful emotion.

Yeah, maybe. Oh, come on, Vlasek. Give it away.

There's nothing on his CT, nothing on his FAST, no other injuries.

The kid thinks he's killed someone. He's distraught.

And he's making himself sick because of it.

Yeah. Guess maybe just this once, Frank, you could be right.

VON: Where's the husband now, then? He's in the common room with Bart.

Are you any good with computers?

Brilliant!

But I'm busy.

I've BEEN holding. Fine.

Ah! How did you go with Paula?

Oh, great. I'm going back there tonight.

Why? I said I might drop in. What?

Listen, the last thing she needs is someone taking an interest in her

and not following it through.

I won't do that. Well, you'd better not.

I can't be her nurse and her friend too? Is that what you're saying?

What are you? PR?

I'm Von Ryan, patient liaison.

I'm very sorry to hear about your wife.

I know there is nothing we can say to...

No. So go away.

I'll be contacting Carter's friends' parents,

so you don't have to worry about the party.

Thanks.

I'm not this guy, normally.

I just... I just don't know what's happening to my life.

Well, you don't have to be any sort of guy for us.

This is damned hard.

But she's fighting.

And she's strong.

What if she's not strong enough?

She is getting the best care she possibly could.

Right now, that's all we can be certain of.

Chrissy and I just put so much stuff off till later.

"We'll go on holidays later. Later we'll spend time together."

But, you know, before that happens, it can just all get snatched away.

Well, you let me know if there's anything I can do for you.

Wake me up. (LAUGHS)

'Cause if I keep feeling like this I'm gonna rip someone's head off.

X-rays. Oh, thank you.

Potassium level's down to 4.6. She's stabilising.

How are they looking?

Oh, apart from that second leg, everything seems fine.

OK, well, let's not pop our streamers just yet.

We've gotta make sure this damaged leg is taken care of,

or we'll lose that too.

OK, I'll get onto theatre. Nope. I'll do that.

You just make sure she's ready to travel, eh?

Well, sure? It's no trouble. No, no. It's fine.

Might also let the husband know she's over the first hurdle.

Hmm.

You forgotten anything? You wanna send Radiology some flowers?

(LAUGHS) You know, I read an interesting article the other day.

It seems patients are more attracted to surgeons than physicians.

Something about them being LESS cynical.

What do you think, Gabrielle?

I have no comment.

Well, I don't know what's going on!

Get her ready. I'll get onto Vascular.

No rush.

(SIGHS)

Can I help you at all? Nope.

Sure? Quite.

Oh. What's the secret?

Hmm?

Come on, something's transformed you into a human being

in the last 48 hours.

Call me curious.

I'm not going anywhere!

Oh, sorry? Say again?

Er, yeah, yeah. Anytime soon would be great.

Mmm. Wonderful.

Well?

I'll be right here when you wake up.

(SOBS) I love you so much!

We're ready to take her upstairs now.

We will take good care of her.

Everyone's telling me you did the right thing.

But I know you just all have to cover for each other.

Well, sorry that you feel that way.

I want you to look me in the eyes, and tell me that

what you did was the only choice you had.

It was.

Well, you better hope so,

'cause if I find out that you were wrong

or anything happens to her, I will ruin you.

I will ruin you.

Hey, Rick, me again. Second call. I know I'm lame.

But, um, look, I know you've probably got a million things on,

and that's probably why you haven't called,

but can you please call me?

I love you, babe.

How long have you been there for? Oh, not long.

Babe. (LAUGHS) I know. I'm lame.

If this is what you're like after one day,

imagine how much fun you're gonna be after six weeks?

Don't remind me.

I've still got going home to an empty house to look forward to.

Well, there's only one thing for it. I'll bring some pizzas over.

That way you stop thinking about Ricky,

and I stop thinking about amputated limbs.

Win-win. Yeah, well, I appreciate it.

But you're a very poor substitute for my wife.

Granted.

But, take it from me, you wanna keep busy.

Have distractions. Yes, you're probably right.

But, um... It's you versus an empty house.

You really wanna take that on on your first night out?

Look, you're right. It'd be great. Come round with some pizzas.

Alright. You like ham and pineapple?

No. Ricky does. God, I miss her.

Hey, it's alright. We'll get meat-lovers.

Babe.

(LAUGHS)

Buy yourself a present, did you?

You know not to take what the husband said to heart, don't you?

Yep.

Though I'd probably be feeling the same way, if I was him.

Can you pass me that shifter?

It's a pretty cool bike for a kid. Little bit colourful, though.

(BOTH LAUGH)

You don't have to do this. You've had a bastard of a day.

Yep. Well, that kid's had a worse one.

Even if he doesn't know it.

Take tomorrow off. And don't answer the door to anyone at all.

Happily.

Hey, um...

..did Bart give me a good report?

I'm not an idiot, Frank.

I lost a patient. I know you sent Bart out there babysit me.

He gave you a glowing report.

So you haven't lost all confidence in me?

It was never about ME losing confidence in you.

I was worried that YOU may have lost confidence in yourself.

(LAUGHS)

Well, like you said, let's wait for the Coroner's verdict.

Hmm.

He's complaining of severe abdo pain.

Resps are at 30 and heart rate's at 135.

OK. Where's it hurting, mate? Just the stomach?

BP is 84 and 42. My shoulder!

What have we got? I think he's got an internal bleed.

Severe abdo pain, BP's dropping and he's tachycardic.

There's something wrong! Alright, let's get him into Resus.

We're gonna move you. Just try and stay calm, OK?

(PANTS)

What happened? Obs are shot.

Onset of severe abdo and shoulder tip pain. I think we missed a bleed.

We haven't missed a bleed. Something's causing this.

I don't think it's a panic. You don't say?

Jaeger, I'll need an ABG and a manual BP.

Yep. I'll need another FAST.

No output. He's arresting.

Amy! Bloody hell.

Adrenaline, 1mg. Charge to 360.

Bloods were normal. There was nothing in his FAST or his CT.

Adrenaline going in.

No response. Why wasn't he in here?

Charge to 360.

Clear!

Nothing. Charging again.

Come on, son. Come on.

CHARLOTTE: Still no response.

Charge to 360. Clear!

Come on, Kieran. Come on.

Yes! Ah!

That was close. Somebody get onto Radiology.

Find out what the hell just happened.

Pulse is steady. What do you think it was?

My best guess would be an electrolyte imbalance.

Let's get him on the ventilator. Yeah.

Can anybody tell me why this kid's parents aren't here?

He asked us not to call them. Why?

It's complicated.

I don't believe it.

What did you find? That's a lot of blood.

Why wasn't that seen earlier? It wasn't there earlier.

Jaeger, get a theatre on stand-by and get onto Pathology.

He'll need a transfusion. OK.

Shall I request Mike for theatre?

No. I just want the boy's parents here.

Frank... I don't care how complicated it is.

He's their son. They've almost lost him twice today.

They will want to be here. I'll make the call.

JEREMY: (WHISPERS) Chrissy.

Open your eyes, baby. I'm right here.

Hey. Welcome back. How are you feeling?

(GROANS) Does it hurt?

(SIGHS)

Chris, I'm Mike Vlasek. I've been looking after you here.

Your operation went very well

and the good news is we were able to save one of your legs.

Thank you.

You're welcome. Up for a visitor?

Yeah. Why not? Jack!

Um, I'll come back and check on you later.

I hear you're on the recovery trail. Thanks to you.

Oh, have you met my husband, Jeremy?

Yeah.

This man saved my life.

(PANTS) I'll never forget that.

I am a man of my word, so I have got something for you.

Well, it's... it's for your son, really, so...

Oh, Carter's bike!

You didn't have to do that.

Well, what's a birthday without a present, huh?

Does he know?

Yeah, I told him Mummy had an accident and she lost her leg.

How did he take it?

He asked if I looked for it in the garage.

Rubbish. Rubbish.

Hi. I hear young Kieran had a bit of a dodgy moment?

He did, did he? Hmm.

But well done for bringing him back.

That it? No 'I told you so'?

Oh, come on, you underestimate me.

(LAUGHS) No, no, mate, I've got you sussed.

Hmm?

Who is she?

She?

The Melbourne travel tags on your bag.

Oh, yeah. I was, um... Medical conference.

Pull the other one.

You wouldn't go as far as the cafeteria for a medical conference.

(LAUGHS) Well?

Oh, come on!

I do vaguely remember what it's like to...

..feel something for someone.

(LAUGHS) Don't worry, Frank.

I only have eyes for you.

FRANK: Jack! Jack, wait.

Coroner's report's come through.

You've already read it? Mmm.

It was my fault the patient died?

That's the conclusion of the report, yep.

(SIGHS)

Mercury poisoning is very rare, Jack.

Anyone could have made that mistake.

Yeah.

That 'anyone' was me.

Hey, it's me!

I don't know much about wine but the guy said it was pretty good.

And he was really hot.

Oh, and I had an idea about your drawings.

We could set up a website and show them off to the world.

(GASPS)

She told me it would happen like that.

A pulmonary embolus, dying alone.

At least it wasn't weeks before she was found.

That's 'cause you followed up with her.

I liked her, Uncle Frank.

I know you're not supposed to get

emotionally involved with patients, but...

..I really liked her.

Hmm.

I think she liked me too.

I'm sure she did.

You know, we all have to strike a balance

between treating our patients with empathy

and not getting too close to them,

as much to protect them as ourselves.

I don't think I can do this job. Oh.

It sucks.

You're right. On days like today, it does.

But it's hurting so much because you care.

And that's what'll help make you a damn fine nurse.

You'll get there.

I know you will.

(SIGHS) Sorry. I had a patient.

Just... Say hi from me.

Shh!

No, I understand.

Yes. Thank you. I'd appreciate that. Thank you.

What is it?

Er, that was the uni.

I haven't heard from Ricky all day, so I called them.

What's wrong?

She hasn't turned up for her enrolment

and she hasn't booked into her dorms.

What are you talking about?

Well, no-one knows where she is. She's missing.