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Oh, Frank. What?

Steve's looking after Gabrielle so we need whoever's on the backup roster.

Oh, what's the call out? It's a mine cave-in.

Any details of injuries?

Nope. We'll let you know as soon as we do.

Mum's phone's been disconnected.

Adam, she made it very clear in her letter

she didn't want you to contact her.

Hey, Rossi, you're Taylor today.

Get them on and get down to the garage, quick sticks.

Fine.

What's up his bum?

I thought he'd be jumping out of his skin to work with MRU.

He's got a lot on his plate. Who bloody hasn't?

Frank. What?

The agency nurse filling in for Gabrielle just cancelled.

Oh, you are kidding me.

Oh, leave it with me.

(CLEARS THROAT) The new intern.

What about him? Don't you want me to introduce you?

I'm a NUM and a doctor down,

I'm as sick as a dog and I can't babysit.

I can't send him home.

You got him in here, you deal with him.

Get back to work.

That's Dr Campion? The one and only.

Looks like you're stuck with me. Well, I'm happy with that.

Mmm. I'll show you around.

This could be a really tricky rescue.

We don't need someone who doesn't know what they're doing

slowing us down.

Won't hurt to have someone else trained up.

Yeah, but today? Can't you and I just handle it?

We're as good as a man down anyway. Don't write me off just yet.

No offence, hey?

This can be more difficult than it looks.

Put that on. Hop in. Thanks.

I know it's your first day back, but you'll be fine. Don't worry.

So you'll be answerable to myself or another doctor

until we think you're up to flying solo.

Charlotte, are you busy? No.

This is Christie. She's 23.

She came through triage complaining of fever, weakness and fatigue.

Hi, Christie. I'm Dr Beaumont. This is our intern, Dr Parker.

Hi.

How long you been feeling this way? A week. Nearly two.

I thought it was the flu, seems to be getting worse.

Hey, I'm Elliot. Amy.

Very pleased to meet you, Amy.

Mm. OK, let's take a look at you.

Could you sit forward for me please, Christie?

(GROANS) Thank you.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

How are her obs?

BP and oxygen sats are normal.

But her heart rate's elevated and temp's up 37.5.

OK. Thanks, Christie.

Alright, her lungs are clear. So how would you like to tackle this?

We should cannulate.

Run a litre of IV Hartmann's over six hours.

And?

And we need to find out what's causing that high temperature.

So let's take bloods for FBC, EUC, LFT's, glucose and cultures.

Sure.

Anything else?

1g paracetamol. Try and bring down her temp.

Good. (PAGER BEEPS)

I'm gonna leave you and Amy to take bloods.

Yeah, no problem.

Alright. We'll sort this out for you, Christie.

You'll need these.

Can I let you in on a little secret?

Taking bloods isn't really one of my strong points.

Don't worry. I was hopeless when I started.

I'll help you. Thanks.

(SIREN WAILS)

Troy. Mike.

This is Adam Rossi.

G'day. Hey, mate.

So what are we looking at? Two casualties. Both males.

One's conscious, but trapped.

He managed to call 000 on his mobile.

The other one isn't responding.

Looks like someone's been having a party.

Yeah. There's broken bottles and rubbish all over the place.

How long have they been down there? Oh, about 40 minutes.

Looks like the edge broke away.

Is it safe to go in?

As safe as it's gonna be.

Are we going down?

No. Jo will make an initial assessment of the patients

then she'll let us know if it's safe for us to join her.

You about right to go, mate? Yeah.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get me down there.

She doesn't muck around, does she?

No. She doesn't.

OK. Back in.

Shit.

You alright?

Yeah, there's just lots of sharp bits of wood

hanging out of the walls.

I can see someone.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

OK. I got 'em.

Help me.

My name's Jo. I'm a paramedic.

I'm just gonna take a look at your mate

then I'll come back to you, alright?

What's his name?

Owen.

Owen.

Owen, can you open your eyes?

Is he dead?

He's breathing - just.

Come on, buddy. Rise and shine.

What's happening, Jo?

One of them's unconscious with a weak pulse,

his airway's clear but he's got a pretty nasty head wound.

We need to get him out.

What about the other guy?

Hang on a sec. (PANICKED BREATHING)

I'm trapped!

Stay nice and calm for me, OK?

I tried to grab it to stop me falling and it came down on me.

(GRUNTS)

It's not moving.

How's your pain?

It's bad.

JO: (OVER RADIO) Mike, I need you down here.

This guy's got some sort of a pump stuck in his leg.

Can't budge it. I'm on my way.

What safety gear do we need? Just bring a light.

What do you want me to do?

Just wait.

Welcome to my world. Can't all be action heroes.

Hey, where's Steve today?

He's busy.

Oh, God. I slept so late.

I got so much to do.

You needed the rest.

I have to get my head in order.

Hey...

..take a breath.

You got plenty of time.

How about I pick Ben up, OK?

It'll save him the train trip,

one less thing you have to worry about.

Would you? Thank you.

Call me if you need anything.

Steve.

I'm glad you stayed.

Me too.

AMY: Now insert the blood tube.

How come a nurse is supervising the new intern?

Because we're understaffed.

You volunteering? No.

Then don't ask stupid bloody questions.

Good. You're doing really well.

Thanks to your expert instruction. (SIGHS)

No-one's called me an expert before.

(GROANS) You OK?

I feel funny.

You're gonna be sick? I don't know.

Just in case.

Let's take your temperature again.

Sorry this is taking so long.

(GASPS) You have to learn somehow.

(THERMOMETER BEEPS) How's her temp?

Up to 38. The paracetamol hasn't made any difference.

Let's just give it a bit more time.

Why don't you try some... cool cloths?

What about the nausea? I'm thinking metoclopramide.

10mg IV. We'd better check with Dr Beaumont.

No problem, I'll grab her. Back in two secs.

OK, bloods all done. Can you just put pressure on this for me?

(GROANS) Have you got abdominal pain as well?

No. It's my bellybutton ring.

Can I have a look? If you want to.

How long ago did you get it pierced? About three weeks.

It's been sore since I got it.

Yeah, that's because it's badly infected.

Why didn't you come in earlier?

I thought it was normal.

All my friends got infections at first.

This is not a normal infection, Christie.

MAN: Easy.

OK, tie it off.

Good job, guys.

OK. He'll need IV cannula and a Hartmann's.

Yep.

How's his mate? He's in a lot of pain.

We can't shift him.

Want a few of us to head down, see if we can lift it off?

It's not gonna happen.

If you could rig up some kind of a hoist it'd be good?

Might take a while to get one. I'll see what I can do.

Right. I'll stabilise him.

Pupils are constricted.

But I'm a bit worried about this head wound.

Adam.

We need you down there.

This will need to be cleaned and dressed.

Ah, thanks. I've done this before.

Sorry. That's alright, Dr Rossi.

Hurry up.

How do I look?

We need to get him moving.

You're right, mate.

Yep.

Whoa! Is this really necessary?

Just shut up and hold on, OK?

OK.

(HEAVY BREATHING)

Try to keep as still as you can.

If you move, you're likely to cause more damage to the leg.

So, do you come here often?

Just relax. Yeah, I'm trying.

So, you guys always work in such confined spaces?

More often than you'd think.

(GROANS) The cavalry is here.

We'll have you out in a sec.

Hey, Jamie. This is Adam. He's a doctor too.

How you doing?

I'll be fine once this thing's off me.

Let's get this line in.

He's stable for now. Just keep monitoring him, will you?

Yeah, sure.

Rescue are gonna set up a hoist. Let's hope they make it real quick.

This is just my luck. Is there anyone I can call for you?

No.

Still too dark to do a proper examination.

Well, I'll organise another light.

Hey, Troy. Can you pull me back up, please?

TROY: (OVER RADIO) No dramas.

What were you doing out here anyway?

(GROANS) Birdwatching.

Yeah, right.

It was stupid.

Owen slipped and I tried to grab him and then he dragged me down too.

I grabbed the pump and then the whole side gave away.

Thought it was going to bring the whole mine down on top of me.

Must have been terrifying.

I'll get you some morphine for the pain.

Nah, I can handle it.

Hey, there's no awards for bravery, you know.

I don't want morphine, alright?

I'm allergic.

Right.

How's Owen? Is he going to pull through?

I didn't get much time to examine him,

but I'm not gonna lie to you - he's in a pretty bad way.

What have we got? This is Owen McKenzie.

He fell down a disused mine shaft.

He's got extensive cuts and bruising and a head lac.

On three. One, two, three.

Lips are blue.

O2 stats are OK and he's tachypnoeic.

Was he unconscious the whole time? He's rousable. GCS is 11.

Gonna need an ECG. Full bloods?

Yep. And a tox screen. Heart rates up.

He's having a seizure. Midazolam 5mg IV, quick. Quick!

What do you think's going on? Probably a haemorrhage.

We'll need a head CT as well.

(MACHINE BEEPING) How you feeling?

Cold.

His skin's clammy.

BP's dropped.

I'll push through a bag of Voluven.

Any word on the hoist?

It's gonna take at least two hours to get it here and rig it up.

Oh, jeez.

What is it? My stomach. It's killing me.

We don't have two hours.

Nice steady breaths, alright? I'm gonna push down on your abdomen.

(GROANS) Sorry, mate.

How's that blanket - is it making you any warmer?

Jo, can you push through another bag of fluids?

Sure.

His abdo's rigid. Could be internal bleeding.

Mmm. We're not stemming the bleeding from his leg, either.

He's gonna die before the hoist gets here.

So what do we do?

Little bit further down, guys.

It's coming down. Slow it up.

Incoming.

What's going on?

BP's dropping.

Not surprising considering the blood loss.

We need to set up for a transfusion.

What's happening?

You've lost a lot of blood from your leg

and you could be bleeding internally.

What are you gonna do?

We need to amputate your leg.

No way. No bloody way.

You don't have a choice, mate. I'm sorry.

There must be another way.

Jamie, if they don't remove your leg, then you could die.

I wish there was another option, but there's not.

Let me die. Do not take my leg.

(GASPS) You must think I'm an idiot.

No, not at all.

CHARLOTTE: Although you should have told us

about the infected piercing earlier.

I didn't think it was relevant.

Can one of you do a swab and send it to Pathology for cultures, please?

Sure.

And she'll need a broad-spectrum antibiotic too.

IV Cephalothin? Good work.

I'm going to chase up her blood results.

Another gold star. Beginner's luck.

Mmm, sure it was.

Are you alright, Bart? What?

I'm fine. What's the new guy like?

Er, seems great.

How long's he going to be here? That'll be up to Frank.

Why?

No reason. It's nothing. I was just wondering.

Jamie, this is ridiculous. Do you want to die here in this hole?

How many times do I have to say? You're not taking my leg.

ADAM: We'll anaesthetise you. You won't feel anything.

It's not that, it's just... it wasn't part of the plan at all.

Of course it wasn't, mate. And it sucks to be blindsided.

Bloody oath it does.

Surely losing your leg is a better option than bleeding to death.

Well, they're both shit options.

Yeah, they are.

But at least with one you can move on and make new plans.

(PANTS) Alright, just... hurry up and do it.

Good man.

Sux and thio. Yep.

I'm gonna sedate you now. You'll start to feel drowsy.

He's won again.

It doesn't make any sense - there's no bleed, no skull fracture

to indicate major head trauma.

His worst problem's fractured ribs. So why is he still unconscious?

Concussion? Doesn't explain the seizure.

Maybe there's an underlying condition that's complicating things.

Why don't you see if you can dig up his medical records?

And chase up his tox screen and his bloods while you're at it, will you?

No worries.

BP's dropped to 80/50. Sats are down to 90.

Mmm, and his pupils are still constricted.

But his C spine's clear so we can take off that collar.

At least that's something we know.

Did you take Christie's medical history?

Yeah. Why?

Did she tell you that she has auto-immune hepatitis?

No. Are you sure that's her file?

It's the same name, address, birth date.

She didn't say anything.

According to this, she was diagnosed five years ago.

So she'd be taking medication to prevent liver failure.

Yeah. And the meds put her at increased risk of infection.

Well, why would she get her belly button pierced?

Don't know why anyone would get anything pierced.

Well, I've got my nose pierced. Do you have a problem with that?

No. I've got a Prince Albert.

You don't.

You want to see it?

Why would you put a ring through your penis?

It's absolutely mind-blowing sex. Especially for the woman.

Really?

You wanna save this little chat for later?

Christie's bloods are back. The infection's worse than I thought.

Swab's showing MRSA.

She's going to need something stronger than penicillin.

Let's start her on 1g vancomycin IV

and let's remove that belly button ring.

Auto-immune hepatitis is serious, Christie.

But my doctor told me I was nearly better.

He reduced my medication. Said I won't have to take it at all soon.

Well, unfortunately the medication you're taking

suppresses your immune system, making you more susceptible to infection.

Surely he must have told you that. (GASPS)

I just want to be normal - do normal things.

Done.

Look, once you're off the medication you can.

Until then you need to take extra care of yourself.

Are you OK?

But the important thing right now is to get that infection under control.

(GASPS, GROANS) Is it hurting?

It's my knee. I think it's just stiff from lying here.

Which knee? This one.

(GROANS)

It's swollen. (WHIMPERS)

Aarggh! Sorry.

Can you try and bend that for us, please?

Oh, it really hurts! What's wrong with it?

It's possible the infection has reached your joints

and you've developed septic arthritis.

Arthritis at my age?

It has nothing to do with age - it's a consequence of that infection.

We'll need to drain that fluid.

Clamp.

OK, stand by with the periosteal elevator.

Clamp.

Not exactly the sterile environment I remember from my surgical rotation.

Best we can do.

Surgical saw.

Do you have a surgical background? (LAUGHS) Are you kidding?

I didn't know a scalpel from a butter knife

until I started working with Mike.

(BUZZ!)

Here we go.

I was hoping for a better outcome on my first outing.

Yeah, well, he's alive. Sometimes that's all we can hope for.

(SAW BUZZES)

And we're through. (SNAP!)

Let's dress this wound and get him out of here.

I'm chasing up medical records for Owen McKenzie.

Yeah, I'll hold.

If we'd known about her condition earlier,

things might not have got this bad.

That's one of the challenges of the E.D.

Often people don't tell us everything up front.

I'm learning pretty quickly not to take anything at face value.

Took me a while to learn that.

So have you done an arthrocentesis before?

No. But I suspect that's about to change.

Mm-hm. Scrub up. I'll be over there to guide you through the procedure.

FRANK: How's he going? Didn't think you were interested.

I'm not, but I'm his boss so I have to do his progress report.

So what's he like? He's intelligent. He's motivated.

He's great with the patients and keen to learn.

Sounds a wee bit too good to be true.

I agree.

And they say women have jealousy issues.

(SCOFFS)

How's our patient in Resus? He's still deteriorating.

Have you found his records? No.

I've called all the hospitals in the area.

If he's got an underlying condition, someone must've treated him.

What about Medicare? They've got nothing on him either.

Ohh!

Hey! What are you doing here?

Well, the world doesn't stop turning just 'cause my dad died.

I've got rosters to do.

Frank, we need you in here.

(KNOCKS AT DOOR)

Hi.

You don't have to be here.

We can take care of things for a few days.

No, I just prefer to get these done. Alright.

So anything I can do to help?

No. No, thanks.

How are you going with the funeral arrangements?

Well, you know, I need to wait for my brother to get up here.

We need to work out what my dad's going to wear.

I would just prefer to get these done, so...

Rosters? Yep.

Oh, well, I doubt whether anybody's going to fight you to do that.

Ha.

Can I at least get you a cup of coffee?

Yes, thank you. That would be nice.

BP's still dropping. FRANK: What do his bloods tell us?

Bloods aren't back yet. Brilliant! So it's all guesswork!

Must have missed something. 02 sats are falling.

He's going into respiratory distress. What do you want to do, Frank?

How the bloody hell do I treat him if I dunno what's wrong with him?

(OVER RADIO) Vlasek, where the bloody hell are you?

Just about to set off with the second casualty.

Ask him if his mate's got an underlying medical condition.

Sorry, he's out to it. We just amputated his leg.

What were they doing before they fell?

Because Owen's unconscious still and we haven't got a clue why.

I'd like to help but...

Oh, Bree, Bree! Watch your step.

That's real nice. FRANK: (OVER RADIO) What's going on?

Oh, Bree just nearly stepped on a syringe.

Well, you should clean up after yourselves!

Frank, it wasn't one of ours.

Sux and thio.

Alright, stand back.

We're about to intubate. Oh, no, you're not.

BART: Why? What are you doing?

Let's just say I'm following a hunch.

(GASPS, SCREAMS) Calm down, calm down.

Get your friggin' hands off me! Just stay still.

You've got busted ribs, mate. Let go of me!

Alright. (SCREAMS)

I told you.

Can you feel that? No.

Good. The local's working. We're right to go. 20ml syringe.

Here. One step ahead of me again.

Get used to it.

Right, now check your point of entry.

Make sure it's going into the joint space.

Now insert the syringe, keeping pressure on that plunger

until you reach the fluid.

How are you going? I feel sick again.

There you go. (RETCHES)

Concentrate on what you're doing.

Pull back the plunger. (GRUNTS)

OK, and we'll need samples for Gram's stain, cell count and cultures.

Amy, could you please give her

another 10 milligram metoclopramide IV?

This will help with the nausea, OK?

Oh, before all this happened I was feeling so good.

(GASPS) I really thought I was better.

Five years is a long time to be sick.

It's hell always being sick and tired and weak.

I had to quit uni. I couldn't go to concerts, parties or movies.

All because of my stupid liver.

What made you decide to get your belly button pierced?

(PANTS) It was my reward. For what?

For putting up with this stupid disease.

Now all I've gone and done is made it worse.

(GROANS)

Where am I?! You're in hospital, mate.

You've had a drug overdose and fallen down a mine.

You gave him naloxone.

They found evidence of drug use out at the mine.

Given his symptoms, it wasn't such a great leap

to suspect a drug overdose.

It was still a gamble.

If we'd waited any longer for his tox screen, he'd be dead.

(GROANS)

I'll take these to Admin now. Thanks, Von.

He was trapped down a mine shaft.

He's had an emergency amputation above the knee.

We've given two units of O neg. He'll need a hell of a lot more.

Go on. Go home.

Hang more blood. I'll need to repair this wound before he bleeds out.

Where the hell are all our nurses? I'm here.

No, no, no, I'll do this. You want me to organise theatre?

Um, yep, right. We're going to have to stabilise him first.

So get a suture kit, staples and set up for a central line.

Full bloods for crossmatch? Yeah.

CHARLOTTE: That should give you some relief.

Can't breathe. (GASPS) OK. Let's get this oxygen on.

(GASPS) Nice, big, steady breaths, Christie.

(PANTS) Heart rate's up.

Christie. Christie! (GASPS)

Christie, back with us! What's happening?

The infection's progressing. She's going into septic shock.

Push the fluids through. Get the ECG machine.

I'll put in a catheter, get this under control before it kills her.

(GASPS) Pupils equal and reactive to light.

Well, obs have improved and ECG's clear too.

Good. You are one lucky guy.

You reckon? Yeah.

An hour ago we thought we'd be sending you to the morgue.

Then why does it hurt so much?

The analgesics haven't kicked in yet.

Can't you give me something stronger like morphine or...?

Nice try.

I'm not a junkie. Do you see any track marks?

Oh, come on, mate - we've got the toxicology report.

You've been using heroin. OK. I have the occasional hit.

Where is the bastard? Who?

Jamie!

He said it'd be like old times.

I am wrecked. Well, job's not over yet.

We've got unpack the gear, restock everything.

Do you ever stop?

(LAUGHS) Try not to.

Well, you didn't seem too happy about having me on board today.

I did alright, didn't I? Yeah, you did OK.

What, just OK?

Actually, I was more worried about how I was going to go.

Why?

Ah - the Huntington's gene.

Yeah, I just didn't know how it was going to affect me mentally.

Well, I wouldn't have picked it. I thought you were in complete control.

I guess you never really know what other people are thinking.

You're damn right there.

Where do you want this? Just on that hook.

How's she doing?

Oh, drifting in and out of consciousness.

She's still running a fever and there's almost no urine output.

Hmm.

Her BP's still dangerously low as well.

She's had continued hypotension below 90 systolic

for the last thirty minutes.

Which puts her in danger of what?

Renal failure. A severe case of cerebral oedema.

Or death.

(MACHINE BEEPS) BP's down to 80/55.

Start her on a noradrenaline infusion.

Amy's doing that now.

And give her some frusemide to increase renal function.

OK, look, can you give her this? It needs to be added to 50ml saline.

It's not working.

Er, you just need to open this port.

Am I going to die?

Here, give that to me. No, it's cool...

Give it to me. Come back when you've cleared your head. Go on.

Don't be too hard on him. It's his first patient.

Well, let's make sure she stays alive.

Hey. Hi.

Are you alright?

Yeah, yeah. Just needed a bit of a freshen up.

I'm Bree. Are you new around here?

Elliott. The new intern. Oh.

You're a paramedic? Observant.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, I think paramedics are awesome.

Mmm.

So do I.

Me and Jamie have been best mates since we were kids.

We used to do everything together. (GASPS) Ah!

Just try and stay still. Yeah, look, I'm trying.

But without morphine, it's... Not gonna happen.

Central line's in. OK, I'll put a catheter in.

Oh, clamp, quick! Push those bloods and fluids through.

Get some Aramine. He's in hypovolemic shock.

Yep.

You think Jamie will be alright? It's a great team looking after him.

Yeah, well, tell them to let him suffer!

You said you were best mates.

We were.

But three years I looked after things while that prick was in jail.

Three frigging years!

I'm not following.

Jamie got out of jail this morning.

He asked me to pick him up, bring some top-quality gear.

You know, we go back to our old place to kick back.

He just went frigging psycho.

Clamp's on. BP's still dropping.

Let's get that infusion happening now!

Jamie made me take the first hit.

Waited till I was almost out of it, then he pushed me down the mine.

What! Are you sure?

Not a doubt in my mind. He tried to kill me.

VON: Do you believe him? Well, I dunno.

I mean, he's pretty distressed.

Could just be trying to get himself out of trouble.

Mmm, but if he's not, it's attempted murder.

Ready for transfer.

All set? You wanna call the cops.

We can do that once you're settled into the ward.

Owen. Who are you?

Er, this is Adam, this is Jo, the people who rescued you.

What do you want, a medal? No, a thanks will do.

(SCOFFS)

He's made a good recovery, hasn't he?

It wasn't a head injury. It was a heroin overdose.

You're kidding? His mate wasn't on heroin.

Apparently his mate was the one who pushed him down the mine.

What?! That's what he told Claire.

So up to the police to decide.

What's his condition? We're just about to wake him.

Got the reversal drugs? Yep. Right here.

I got a few questions for him when he come to.

Mm-hm. Oh! Sorry, sorry, sorry.

I forgot to turn it off. Answer it. I'll take care of this.

You sure? Yeah. Thanks for your help.

(PHONE RINGS) Steve?

(MUTTERS) And...

Jamie! Jamie?

Can you hear me? Welcome back.

My leg... The amputation was successful.

Jesus.

How's he doing? He'll make it.

(PANTS) Thank you for getting me out of there.

Your mate says that you tried to kill him.

What are you talking about? Did you?

Oh, the prick's still alive?

You sucked us in with your hero story

but you really pushed him down there to die.

He pulled me down.

Probably trying to stop himself from falling.

(MACHINE BEEPS) Heart rate's up.

OK, that'll do. Why don't you get changed?

Come on, mate.

Can't believe that bastard's still alive.

I couldn't even get that right.

So I'll be seeing you around, then? Count on it.

Hmm!

Huh! You guys know each other?

We just met. Is she single?

I wouldn't know. I'm, um, Elliot, by the way.

I didn't catch your name earlier. Bart. Did my internship here too.

Oh, place must be alright if you've hung around.

Yeah, if you can handle Dr Campion.

I can handle bit of grief from the big fella

if it means getting paid to hang out with hot chicks all day.

That's not why you sat through five years of med school.

Only two choices when you get grades like mine - law and medicine.

Nurses are a helluva lot cuter than guys in white wigs.

Speaking of which...

Is it, um, safe to go back in?

Don't worry about Dr Campion.

He gives everyone a hard time at first.

He wants you to help put in an arterial line.

He does? You'll be fine.

Well, thanks for the vote of confidence.

(CLEARS THROAT) What?

Oh, please! Are you gonna be like this with every guy I talk to now?

I don't trust him. You don't know him.

Neither do you. Stop encouraging him.

Encouraging him?! (MACHINES BEEP)

No response.

We'll have to intubate her and send her to ICU.

Let's hope she's not already in renal failure.

Size six tube?

Yes. Give it to Dr Parker.

You want me to intubate? I'll get you started.

Actually, I might sit this one out. Like bloody hell you will.

You wanna learn, don't you? Yeah, but...

There's only one way to do that, sunshine.

Come on, come on. She won't bite ya!

Well, don't just stand there. The poor girl's deprived of oxygen.

Nice and easy.

It's stuck. Alright. Don't panic.

Just draw back a bit. Try again.

There we go. Now ease it past the vocal cords.

You're doing great.

You OK?

Steve's on his way back with my brother now.

That's good.

Do you know, Ben and Dad did everything together.

Not sure it's really... hit him.

Although, of course, once we start to talk about funeral arrangements

we'll probably...

Just gotta be strong. If I fall apart...

You need to grieve too.

Ben will understand that.

Will he?

He's so young. You know, he's...

People surprise us.

Just wish I could make it all go away.

I miss him.

I... just... miss him so much.

Let's get your things. You need to go home.

I was told I'd spend my first few months as an intern

fixing scraped knees in Triage, not intubating.

Not in my ED. Here you're straight in the deep end.

Will she have to go on dialysis? Yes, if her condition deteriorates.

So there's no guarantee that she'd make it?

No, but that's the nature of emergency medicine.

She's young, though. The odds are in her favour.

Alright, I'll write up my notes and see you tomorrow.

7:00 sharp. I'll be here.

That boy's got potential.

Well, it's too late now. What do you mean?

Well, you said you weren't interested in another intern

so I called Admin and they're transferring him to Cardiology.

You what?!

There's no bloody way those bloodsuckers

are getting their fangs into my intern.

Gotcha. Oh!

Maybe now you'll take some responsibility for him.

You...

It's like I can still feel my toes.

Yeah, it'll take a bit of getting used to.

You'll be transferred to a ward soon.

They'll arrange for physio and some counselling.

Thanks.

How's Owen?

He's already been moved.

He's got broken ribs. What, is that all?

The police wanna speak to you about what happened.

Huh! Guess I'm going back to jail.

Er, play nice, OK?

So why'd you do it? Long story.

I'm all ears.

Owen said you were friends since you were kids.

Yeah. Then why?

Oh, we were in business together, selling drugs.

And we got caught. I went down for it.

Got three years.

And Owen?

Nah, he walked free.

Promised me he'd look after my wife and son.

Oh, you have a son? He was born when I was in jail.

I was in there making plans for the three of us.

Getting off the gear.

That's why you knocked back the morphine this morning.

While I was inside getting clean, Owen was shacking up with my missus.

So it was payback?

He's still caught up in the drug world.

I don't want my son anywhere near him.

If that's true, then why would he agree to meet with you?

That prick doesn't think shit can touch him.

And he's right.

I mean, he's walking out of here with broken ribs

and I'm going back in with one bloody leg.

You could've handled things differently.

Nah. You don't know the way Owen works.

You were gonna leave him in that mine to die a slow, lonely death.

Adam. No-one deserves that.

Hey.

You wanna go see a movie tonight or grab something to eat?

Are you kidding? What's wrong?

I'm tired of you telling me how to act

and I'm pissed off that you don't trust me.

I never said I didn't trust you. You didn't have to.

I'm sorry. I've met guys like Elliot at med school.

You can't help yourself, can you?

You know, he was great in there today.

So clearly the problem is all in your head.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Hey.

Why the long face?

Hmm, tough day.

I called ICU and Christie's condition is stable, so that's kinda good.

You really did that?

Yeah, I wanted to know how she was before I left.

So are we gonna see you again tomorrow?

It'll take more than a difficult medical case

and the great Frank Campion to scare me off.

Pleased to hear it.

It helped knowing I had your support.

Every doctor I've met told me to use nurses as much as I can.

What does that mean?

Well, just that interns can learn as much from nurses as other doctors.

You know, it is so good to hear someone actually acknowledge that.

Where did that come from? I thought...

I guess I got the wrong message.

Yeah, you did.

Oh, well, can't blame a guy for trying.

Von! I need your help to find Mum.

She doesn't want to be found. You know that.

Well, it's driving me insane

not knowing where she is or whether she's in pain.

She wants to die on her terms

in a place of her choosing.

I should be there.

'Cause you think it's your duty? No, it's not what I'm saying.

You gave your mother more than she felt she deserved.

Let her do one thing for you -

save you the pain of watching her die.

I'm never gonna see her again.

No, my love, you're not.

Hey.

How was the drive?

Oh, it's not bad.

If you like '70s music. Don't knock the classics, mate.

And did you get someone to help with the milking?

Er, yeah, the Sandersons are pitching in, so...

Great.

How are you holding up?

Pretty shit, actually.

Yeah, me too.

It hit me in the middle of the night.

What? We're orphans now.

Yeah, we are. It sucks.

Really does!

(MOUTHS WORDS)