Can you open your eyes? I'm going to call an ambulance.
No, don't. Hold my hand. Only me, Gromit.
This has got something to do with the Wyvern Hill Estate.
Four very sick premature babies I've got in NICU all live there.
This whole place is a toxic waste dump.
That was a challenging day. Yeah, you can say that again.
I'm just going to give you something for the pain.
What happened? She was overdosed with morphine.
I know you overdosed a patient with morphine. Dylan told me.
Yeah, that was your patient. I was covering for you.
If you submit that Datix,
then everyone's going to find out about us.
Flynn, it's Rory Dickson. He's in the ED.
Come on, let's go for a drink.
Forgive yourself, Stevie.
I would never want you to be any different.
PHONE RINGS AND VIBRATES
Oh, brilliant.
You're drunk! No, I WAS drunk.
Now I'm hungover.
Oh, please, can we just stop?
Look, what is this?
What is what? Are you trying to sacrifice your career?
Calm down. It was just a few drinks.
Yeah, that's..that's exactly what I used to say.
Yeah, well, unlike some, I have self-control.
Is this about the girl you were telling me about yesterday?
Oh, you mean the girl I tried to talk to you about
but you wouldn't listen? OK, well, I'm listening now.
What do you want to say?
Whatever, it doesn't matter. I was upset. I got drunk.
Now I feel better, OK? All's well that ends well.
Dylan? Yeah? Sorry, sorry. We've got a pre-alert. Stag do.
It's a capsized boat, two on their way in.
OK. Matty, you have to stop making mistakes.
Otherwise, this fellowship can and will be taken away from you.
Yeah, well, maybe that's for the best.
A change of scenery might actually do me some good.
Not sure what's left for me here anyway.
Blimey. It's hot as hell in here.
First of the drowners here, Matty.
Right. This is Craig, 31 years old.
Drowning incident after a party boat capsized.
Respiratory arrest at the scene, he's now in cardiac arrest.
PEA rhythm since 08:27. His core temperature is reading low.
We haven't managed to get IV access as peripherally shut down,
so no adrenaline gone in yet.
Right, if everybody's ready, please, let's get him across on lift.
Ready? Yeah. Brace, lift. OK, thank you very much.
So Matthew on the chest, please. Jodie, take over bagging.
And let's get IV access, cos we need warm fluids and adrenaline in there.
And can somebody grab the Bair Hugger, please?
We need his core temperature up as soon as we can.
Yeah, that man there is the stag, and Indie's following in
with the best man. End tidals low.
Where's that adrenaline?
OK, so core temperature now at 30 degrees.
Let's give him a milligram of adrenaline IV.
And Siobhan, can you do pulse check for me, please? Yeah.
No pulse. Still in PEA.
All right, back on the chest, then, please, Matty.
And let's stand by to give more adrenaline in three minutes.
Er, bay three, please.
MAN MOANS IN PAIN
This is Aaron Lang, 33,
got his arm trapped in a boat propeller.
Complete degloving of his lower left hand,
and crush injuries to his hand as well.
We've stemmed the bleeding with a pressure bandage
and tourniquet applied at 07:25.
He's had 10mg of morphine and one of TXA.
Five minutes later, he makes his own "muddy puddle" from my pot plants
and a bucket of water - stomping all over my living room floor!
Peppa Pig has a lot to answer for, then. Yep.
They don't call it "terrible twos" for nothing.
Being a parent is hard, man.
HE KNOCKS ON DOOR
And of course, you know, being a grampy. Wow, yeah.
Um, hello.
We had an Ivy Osborne call 999. That's me.
It's Mummy.
She fell down and won't wake up.
OK, let's have a look.
Can we get a temp check, please? URGENT BEEPING THROUGHOUT
Craig? Is he alive? Craig!
Is he OK? Craig!
Try and keep still for me if you can.
Please, you have to save him. We're trying our best.
How long's it been? 17 minutes.
OK, get ready with the adrenaline.
Do you need an extra pair of hands?
Yeah, can you take over here, please? Yeah, sure. Thank you.
Nice of you to show up. Yeah, better late than never.
You all right? As rain. Right, adrenaline going in.
OK, do you want to come off the chest, do a pulse check?
Come on, come on. Come back to us.
MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY
We got a pulse! Yeah, he's in ROSC. PATIENT COUGHS
And we've got spontaneous breathing!
Let's do 1g of IV paracetamol, Jodie, and...
Yeah, we'll do high-flow oxygen through a non-rebreather.
I always knew we made a good...
Matty?
Uh, OK. Can somebody fetch Dr Linlaker a new set of scrubs
while he cleans himself up, please?
Hi, Kirsty. I'm Jacob, I'm a paramedic.
Can you speak to me? I heard Mummy fall.
She couldn't speak, so I put her on her side.
No signs of head injury.
Breathing is laboured.
Pinpoint pupils.
Is your mum taking any medication?
Codeine, tramadol, hydroxycarbamide.
Does your mum have sickle cell disease?
So we're going to move Mummy now to help with her breathing.
Was Mummy's pain bad this morning?
Very bad. She took the special medicine.
Oh, yeah, what's the special medicine? I think it's over there.
Oral morphine.
Five milligrams, three times a day.
It's empty.
PATIENT MOANS
OK, bleeding's holding. For now.
Some warmth returning to the fingers. Cap refill.
Yeah, more than five seconds, so it's a concern of perfusion.
Is it bad? Well, it's a hand in a propeller,
so it's not...it's not great.
Craig fell overboard.
I had to get him out.
Didn't know what else to do.
Yeah, we'll get an X-ray and see where we go from there.
Yeah, I think we need to give vascular a heads-up.
The likelihood of him keeping his fingers isn't great. Mm.
Dylan? Yes. Head in the game. Yeah, sorry. Yes.
I'll call Plastics and I'll call Orthopaedics as well, yeah.
If you're fretting about standing Matty down, he'll get over it.
Ah, no, he's going to get himself transferred.
What? for having a hangover in Resus?
No, he wants to leave. He told me himself.
Have you got that? Hey, you!
Hey.
You all right? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Well, I just got a call from the solicitor representing
Alan's estate. OK. Funeral's next week.
Coroner's ruled his death as non-suspicious.
Well, that's a good thing, it can draw a line under everything.
I guess, but they've asked me to come down to
the office this afternoon. The family have got questions for me.
What questions? Well, I was the last one to see him alive.
They probably want to know why I let Alan die alone.
RADIO: Control to 3019. E-scooter involved, RTC in Meadow Lane area.
Can you deal with it, please?
Yeah, 3019. Received. Cam, it's not your...
A saline drip? OK.
You're handling my text message well.
What makes you think this is about you? My massive ego.
And the 27 texts you sent between 3:00am and 5:00am.
Oh...
I'm such a...
Wait. Wait, I didn't send you any...?
No, no.
No unsolicited self-photography, you'll be pleased to hear.
Did you get it out of your system? What, you?
The booze, but OK. Yeah, me.
Hey, listen, I've not thought about you once
since I sent that 27th text.
Dylan says that you're
thinking about leaving.
That would be totally daft,
and it would be really tough on him. Just on him?
We both know this couldn't last.
Yeah, I guess so.
Are we good?
Mm-hm.
And, look, I'm sorry. For what?
Falling for you.
You did tell me not to spoil it.
Yeah, look, Matty, you were never, ever falling for me.
OK? I was never... never scared of that.
Why end it? I mean, why last night?
I mean, what changed?
I want to change...
..grow up...
..sort out my own messes.
Nicole, do you know Iain's set up
an action support group for the victims? I've heard.
Well, we're having a meeting today
at the Anchor, you should come along.
Why? I'm not a victim.
See, this is the problem, right?
People don't get involved unless it directly affects them.
It's human nature, babe. It's selfish.
Anyway, how did it go?
GP, said you had a check-up.
Nothing. Routine. Clean bill of health, me.
Rida, sorry, we need you in Resus.
Yeah.
Nicole! Where are we taking her?
Resus 2.
This is Kirsty Osborne. Found collapsed in her bedroom
with respiratory depression from a presumed oral morphine overdose,
treating a flare-up of sickle cell disease.
She's had 800 micrograms of IM Naloxone, GCS 14,
displaying symptoms of sickle cell crisis.
We've given 1g of IV paracetamol.
OK, we're going to lift her, all right?
On lift. Ready, steady, lift.
SHE GROANS
Hurts! I know, pet.
But we're going to try and help, OK?
Siobhan, can you get monitoring and oxygen on, please?
And Rida, will you listen to her chest? Yeah. Thank you.
Do we know how much oral morphine?
The bottle was empty when we found it,
and we don't know how full it was to start with.
It was nearly full.
Mummy was in lots of pain this morning.
Um, guys, this is Ivy. You can trust whatever she says.
She's a very caring child.
OK. Rida, how are we looking?
Airway patent, equal entry, but breathing's laboured.
Yeah, pinpoint pupils.
Sats are at 94%, resp rate 10,
and GCS is now 12 from 14.
Uh, Rida, can I get another dose of IM naloxone
and can we set up for a naloxone infusion as well, please? Thank you.
Ivy, you've been very brave.
And these people are going to take care of your mum,
and they'll also take care of you, too, OK?
Guys, do we think that this OD was deliberate?
You don't drink nearly a whole bottle of morphine by accident.
That is not pain management. I think that's a death wish.
Whoa, you don't know that.
I mean, sickle cell flare-ups are... They're brutal.
Mistakes can happen.
But it shouldn't be happening
when you've got a six-year-old daughter in the house.
It's so unfair that she has to see any of this.
Thank you...
..for saving him.
From what I heard, you're the hero. Jumping in after him.
I had to. It was my fault.
What do you mean?
HE MOANS
There we go.
Boat trip was my idea, weren't it? Stupid.
What was I thinking? Craig hates boats.
Craig. Brit?
Is he going to be OK?
He's sleeping now.
His body's taken quite a hammering.
Um...
Can I wait with him?
Brit, I'm so sorry.
It was an accident. Don't speak to me.
What happened?
Sats are dropping. Oxygen's not helping.
Yeah, resps are down.
I don't think this is just a sickle cell flare-up.
PATIENT MOANS Maybe try 400mg of oral Ibuprofen?
I don't think it's going to do anything.
I think we might need to try ketamine.
With careful dosing, yeah.
She needs her special medicine.
It's the only thing that works when it's this bad.
I know, but she's had too much "special medicine".
That's why she's so poorly.
I can't give her any more.
SHE MOANS
Rida, maybe Ivy could go to the relatives' room?
Yeah. OK, Ivy.
Shall we get you a nice drink? I want to stay with Mummy.
I know, honey, but this isn't the place for you...
No! I look after Mummy. It's my job!
And you have been brilliant.
But now it's my job, OK? Do you trust me?
No.
Ivy, love...
..do what the doctors say.
Mummy will be OK. I promise.
Come on, then.
Good girl. Let's go.
I can show you...
Go on, get that mask back on.
Hey, Stevie. Yeah? Hey. You OK?
No, not really. Rory's taken a turn for the worse. He's in theatre.
OK, sorry. Yeah, thanks.
Listen, I want to go and be there, OK?
So can I leave you to hold down the fort here?
Yeah, of course. You sure? Yeah. I just... I just need Stevie. Yeah.
It's Aaron Lang.
I'm a bit worried about his delayed limb perfusion. And his BP...
Sorry. Sorry, I meant to ask,
did I leave my credit card in the bar last night? Did you pick it up?
Uh, no. Sorry. Ah, dammit.
Right, let's do an angio CT, OK?
Mm-hm.
OK, listen up, everybody. Thanks for coming.
Do you want to take a seat?
Right, listen. As you all know, we engaged a solicitor and
they have confirmed that the case can be made for gross negligence,
even manslaughter if - and it is a big if -
we can provide the evidence.
What more evidence do we need?
The barrels were there for all to see.
Yeah, I wish it were that simple, Rex, I really do.
But the burden of proof is on us to find. So, Jodie?
Yeah. That premature births were caused by chemicals, that the
land is still unsafe, there has been a sustained and ongoing
increase in forms of cancer in the Wyvern area and, finally,
that the developers knew of the dangers and chose to ignore them.
BABY CRIES I know. Right? But a lot of the work
has already been done. And I'm doing...
SOUND DISTORTS
Yes, so we need to agitate. We need to work together,
write to our MPs, local newspapers, really get the word out there.
What about the water? Is it safe?
Water?
There's all sorts of rumours that there's toxins in the water supply.
Why wouldn't there be? Those bloody chemicals are everywhere, right?
Well, I wouldn't know about that.
But I'd certainly be careful if I was a resident.
You know, we can't know for sure what's safe and what's not.
Well, if it is in the water supply then the babies are being
exposed all the time, aren't they?
Yeah, and God knows what it'll do to their development.
Yeah, absolutely.
Look, it's something else we can look into, yeah? Yeah?
Can you mind her for a bit? I'm going to go into work.
Why? Just to check my payslips.
And she's going to be hungry in about an hour. Yeah?
Yeah.
OK, bubba, all right.
Hey, you were with Flynn last night?
Yeah. What about it?
With Flynn. At a bar. When you sent me that break-up text. Yeah.
Matty, I know what you're thinking, and that's absolute nonsense, OK?
Flynn's a mate. We went for a drink, that's it.
Don't... Don't gaslight me. I beg your pardon, "gaslight"?!
Yeah, I've seen you two together. Just tell me the truth.
Here's the truth - there is nothing going on between me and Flynn.
Right, are you lying to me, or to yourself?
Neither. Stevie? Aaron Lang. Yeah, sorry.
What about him? Well, Vascular have had a look at his CT.
They want him upstairs as soon as possible.
OK, is there a problem? Yeah, he's refusing to go.
Right, I'll be right there.
I told you - I ain't going anywhere until I know Craig's all right!
Yeah, I know. Look, Mr McCutcheon is stable,
we are taking the best care of him.
OK? I'm going to give theatre a heads-up. I want to speak to him.
I want to know for certain that he's going to be OK.
How can I explain it to you? At the moment, there isn't enough
blood supply to your hand. So if you delay this decision any longer,
there's a chance that you might lose the whole thing.
Well, that's a risk I'm willing to take.
Oh, for goodness' sake, Aaron, stop being such a martyr!
It's pathetic! I love him too, Brit.
Guys, stop! Stop! Craig's waking up.
OK, look, why don't you let them wheel you over here?
You reassure yourself he's OK,
then we can get you to theatre so you don't lose a limb and, you know,
everyone lives happily ever after.
Deal? Deal.
Craig? Craig, you're at Holby ED.
There are some people here who want to speak to you, if that's OK.
Hey! Hey, I'm here, baby.
Oh, my God, you gave us such a fright. I'm so, so sorry.
You don't have to be sorry.
I love you.
It's OK, I'm here.
You're OK. Everything's going to be fine.
I'm not sure about that. Stevie, we've got blood here.
Can you let theatre know, please? Yeah, sure.
Let's rewrap, pack and reapply the tourniquet!
I'll give them a heads-up, let them know he's been delayed.
What a mess.
That's what you get for falling off an e-scooter
and using your face as a brake.
Will it get better? If you keep your ice pack on, it might.
We going to be stuck in here much longer?
The ED is a bit backed up. Welcome to the NHS.
So why were you going so fast? Late to class.
I'm an MUA. Was supposed to be practising my final project today.
What's an MUA? Make-up artist. Oh.
I take ordinary faces and make them extraordinary. Nice.
Hey, why don't I practise on you?
Uh, I don't really do the whole make-up thing.
That's because you don't know how.
Trust me. I'll be subtle.
I'm telling you, man, I can't see! I'm blind!
No, you're not blind, Andy, you're just very drunk and very bloody.
Scalp laceration?
Yeah, he was fighting outside Shakia's Kebab House.
Bottles were involved. Oh, you're all right, love.
Come on, it's just the blood.
We'll get you inside. Thank you.
Come with us, it's all right. We'll sort you out. We've got you.
I could murder a Shakia's kebab right now.
Oh, yeah!
Excuse me, love.
SHE BREATHES FRANTICALLY
You OK? I don't...
I feel... I feel...
I can't breathe!
Just... Just try and focus.
Breathe through your nose.
I can't stop shaking.
It feels like my heart is going to explode.
Then we'll go in and get you some help. Yeah?
Ivy, look at this! We've got an injured Mr Bear.
Hello, Mr Bear, I'm Nurse Rida and this is Nurse Ivy.
We're going to make you feel better.
Why do you wear that thing on your head?
What, this? My hijab? It's my headscarf.
Is your head cold?
No! It's to cover my hair.
Why do you want to hide your hair?
Are you ashamed of it?
No.
It's not about shame.
Then what's it about?
Lots of things.
Do you not have any girls at your school who wear a hijab?
Well, I do school at home with Mummy.
OK.
Sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel bad.
No, you didn't make me feel bad.
In my culture, some women -
actually, most women - wear a headscarf.
Some do it for religious reasons, and others for their own.
What's your reason?
Um...
I guess, for me, my hair's quite special.
And I don't want to share it with the whole world.
I want to save it. For someone really, really special...
..when I find them.
So your hair's like a secret,
for your husband?
RIDA LUGHS
Yeah, I mean, I don't have a husband yet.
But something like that.
I think that's beautiful.
Yeah? So do I.
I have a secret, too.
OK.
I gave Mummy the special medicine.
She was hurting so bad.
More than ever.
I gave her too much.
This is my fault.
N-No. No. No!
Listen to me - none of this is your fault.
OK? None of it.
Perfect. Look!
I don't know, I don't actually see that much of a difference.
You are radiant. Trust me.
E-scooter RTC? We're ready for you...
What? Nothing, you look different.
You look... Radiant?
Exactly! Yeah. Told you.
Oh, Cam, can you jump in?
Yeah, of course. Hold on, just hold that.
Hold this to your nose.
I'm so sorry. I really don't mean to be a bother.
It's probably just a panic attack, right?
Oh, no, it's definitely just a panic attack.
But it's always best to be sure, though, right?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, right.
Cos, you know, you've been through a traumatic situation.
I'm such an idiot.
I mean, we're engaged. I just can't believe I've been so naive.
Come on, you weren't to know what was in his heart.
You didn't know he was gay.
Craig's not gay.
Craig's bi. Aaron's gay.
It was supposed to be just sex.
Craig was supposed to love me.
I mean, why? Why would he lie to me about something like that?!
Right, OK, look, your blood pressure is a bit high,
so we're going to run a few more tests, do some bloods
and I'm going to get you an ECG, OK?
Stevie, you're needed in Resus. Uh... OK, you go. I'll do the ECG.
No, you're on maternity leave.
Iain and Pearl can survive for a couple of hours without me.
Come on, I'll take care of it.
Thank you.
I have to speak to Brit.
I hurt her.
Hurt HER?! Hello! I'm the one bleeding over here.
Do you mind? This is hard enough without you yapping.
I need to explain. Explain what?
You made your choice. She saw it. We all did.
Matty, focus, please. "Choice"?
You chose me. What is he still doing here? Over this sham of a marriage.
He's still bleeding, so... We can finally stop pretending.
You can stop lying to Brit. The bandage is still not holding.
Matty, do you want me to take over? No, I've got it.
It's OK, I don't mind. I said I've got it!
Or don't you trust me?
OK.
HE GRUNTS
There we go.
He's ready for theatre.
For what it's worth, I don't need any more lectures from you.
You don't need to sugar-coat it.
I've been preparing for this moment my whole life.
I'm dying, aren't I?
Well, you do have a severe case of anterior epistaxis.
Is it curable?
It's a nose bleed.
Oh! So I'm not dying?
No, no. Not today, I shouldn't think.
But we will have to pop that nose peg on,
and Cam here can cauterise the bleeding points.
Given you had a brief loss of consciousness,
we'll organise a head CT.
But next time, no more racing E-scooters!
Oh, Dr Masum. I'm sorry.
I know I should have gone to the ED or my GP, but Arthur...
They say something's in the water,
and he's just been so quiet recently.
And I don't know what to think.
It's OK, it's OK. You have every right to be concerned.
He seems alert enough.
But I have a friend in Paeds, why don't I give him a call?
We'll get Arthur looked at, OK?
Hiya. How are you feeling, Kirsty?
Less pain? Mm.
Good, ketamine's working.
Yeah, heart rate's increasing and BP's dropping.
Blood gas results. Ivy? Is she OK?
Yeah, she's OK.
She does blame herself, though.
I know.
I hate that her life is defined by my disease.
But all we have is each other.
Haemoglobin's too low.
Oh! Breathing hurts. In your chest?
No. Here.
Maybe what's happening right now isn't just sickle cell.
Haemoglobin's way too low.
I'm just going to feel your tummy, OK?
Is that tender?
SHE YELPS
I'll take that as a yes.
Have you had a fall or banged into something recently?
This morning, around 4am.
I got up to go to the bathroom. I didn't want to wake Ivy.
I slipped and hit the side of the sink.
But I was OK.
It didn't hurt any worse than I usually do.
OK, can we get her cross-matched, please, and if her blood
pressure drops any more, can we get her a unit of O-neg in?
Can you book an urgent abdominal CT for me, please?
And can we get a haematologist down here as well? Thank you.
Kirsty, I think you might be bleeding internally.
There we go.
Good as new. Almost.
Does she know you love her? Huh?
The paramedic.
The way you look at her. Uh, yeah. She's my girlfriend, so...
Then you are one lucky sod. Cos she's brilliant.
I couldn't agree more.
I hope you tell her that.
Every chance you get.
You do tell her, right?
Uh, yeah.
Simon's now going to take you for a CT. I'll see you in a bit.
Thanks.
Is Mummy going to get better?
She is, yes. Thanks to you.
Me? Yeah.
This morning, your mummy had a bit of an accident
and she got a tiny, tiny, tiny little bleed inside of her belly,
which was very painful.
But if you hadn't called 999,
we would never have known about it.
But you can help her? We can.
She's getting a blood transfusion now, and then after that,
we'll help her with some special blood for her illness.
Do they have enough of the right blood? Sometimes they don't.
I offered to give some once, but they said I wasn't old enough.
They've got plenty blood, but thank you.
And after that, the surgeons are going to come down
and they'll do a little operation
and they'll use a tiny camera to let us see inside her.
I trust you now.
Aw! Come on, then.
Let's let the doctors help Mummy and we can go back to playing games.
Right, so your ECG is clear.
Your blood, gas, obs - all normal.
Yeah, so you're good to go.
So it was just a panic attack.
Complete waste of your time.
Don't be silly, come on. Helping people is never waste of time.
Yeah, probably a million other things you could have been doing.
Believe me, there is nowhere else I would rather be. OK?
Come on, I'll walk you out. OK, thanks.
Matty? Not now.
Where are you going? HR. Why?
To jump before I'm pushed.
Reckon I'm pretty much done with this place anyway. OK.
Now who's the coward?
Sorry, what? Well, I've heard of a lot of different reasons
for doctors torpedoing their own careers,
whether it be ambition, or avarice, or addiction,
but "I like a girl and she doesn't like me back,"
that's a new one on me.
It's a bit more complicated than that, isn't it?
Well, it had better be,
because the way you spoke to Dr Nash was completely unacceptable.
Stevie's a big girl.
She can handle it.
Well, she's a good doctor, she's a friend of mine,
and you will show her some respect!
You have no idea how much you have to thank her for.
Me? Thank Stevie? Right, yeah.
How many times has she saved your job?
An unauthorised, unsupervised spinal tap -
you almost killed a little girl!
Abi. OK? Her name was Abi,
and it was your precious Stevie's mistake, not mine.
What are you talking about? No, it wasn't.
It was Stevie who missed the paramedic's handover.
I just covered for her.
Oh, right? Why would you do that?
Isn't it obvious?
It's really quite long. It is, isn't it?
I like these colours because my favourite colour's pink. Ivy?
Where's Mummy?
Thank you.
Good news. It all went really well. So we can go home soon?
Well, we do need to keep her here overnight for observation. OK.
I can stay here, too. I don't mind.
Well, that's...
That's not really possible.
It's OK, we'll call Social Services
and they'll find somewhere nice for you.
You can't do that. They'll take me away.
It'll only be for a little bit.
Just until they know you and your mum are OK. We are OK now.
You're not, really, are you? Look at what happened this morning.
I made a mistake. It won't happen again, I promise.
Please, don't take me from Mummy.
Hey. Hey, all good?
Yeah, he's absolutely fine.
Just a little colic, apparently.
I'm sorry, I overreacted. No, no. It's totally understandable.
It's OK. It's just, that estate...
They sold people a dream, and now it's a nightmare.
And being here feels safe.
Well, any time you need anything, we're here.
Would you be interested in, maybe, coffee sometime?
Oh, not like a date or anything.
Just, you know...
Yeah. Yeah, I know.
Sounds lovely. Like I said - any time you need me, I'm here.
How long?
Few months. And she started it?
No, it was mutual.
Unexpected, but mutual.
She definitely ended it, though.
Did she ask you to cover for her with Abi?
She didn't know about it. Not until after.
OK. I can see why you're upset, though.
I'm not angry at her. Not really. I think you should be.
I'm angry at myself.
For getting too close, you know? She did warn me. Put up boundaries.
I just jumped over them. Boundaries?
I mean, she's a consultant, you're a kid!
You know, led to you feeling trapped,
feeling like you needed to leave.
I'm not going to leave. Good.
You were right, it would be cowardice. I'm glad.
Where are you going? I'm going to sort Stevie out.
No, no. Don't. Please.
It's my mess, I can clean it up.
It's most certainly is not your mess. OK.
But just let me sort it out with Stevie myself.
That girl this morning should not be having to look after her own mum.
No, she shouldn't.
How are things going with your dad? They're not.
You haven't seen him again?
I didn't see him in the first place.
I thought you said that... No.
I know what I said. I lied.
I cancelled on him and we haven't spoken since.
No, no. Hold on, Teddy. Teddy,
you invited your dad back in your life for a reason.
Hmm?
You can't just drop it.
That's not fair on him or you.
He left when I was young.
I survived. I'm fine.
Turns out I never really needed a dad.
Look! This is where Mummy's been hiding!
Hey. Yes, good girl.
I like it here. Watching the world go by?
No. Here. At work, you know?
Being useful.
I've decided to come back to work.
After maternity?
No, I'm going to start in a few weeks.
Actually, I've already spoken to HR and they've got slots for me, so...
SHE CLEARS THROAT
I want things to go back to the way they were before.
Before what?
Before Pearl.
I'm sorry.
I was selfish.
I took what I needed from you,
and when it all got too much, I cut you loose...
..over text. Well...
..you didn't force me into doing anything I didn't want to do, right?
Yeah, but I... I wasn't honest with you.
Not completely. And you were right, I was scared of you.
Your feelings, I mean. Whatever.
And I should have ended this sooner, that's...that's...that's on me.
But, truthfully...
..you just made me feel good about myself again.
Good. I'm glad.
You deserve that.
To feel good about yourself.
You deserve better.
Nah, not better.
Maybe someone else.
But not someone better.
You're worth falling for, Stevie.
When you realise that, you just might let yourself be happy.
PHONE VIBRATES
Hiya. Right. Got some bed stuff for you. Blanket and a pillow.
So you can snuggle right down here next to your mam tonight, OK?
You're very kind.
Thank you.
For not telling on me.
Hold on, hold on, hold on. I'll help. Thank you. What's this?
Oncology data from the Wyvern Hill area between 2005 and 2006.
This stuff was never digitised
so I've had to pull it out the paper archive.
This is just the tip of a very large iceberg.
Well, I mean, it's good.
You're passionate about it.
Yeah, well, someone's got to be.
Listen, do you fancy dinner tonight?
I feel like we haven't really spent much time together.
I don't know, I could use a chat.
Rida, I would love to, but I really need to make a start on this.
Can we rain-check maybe? Is that OK? Yeah, yeah, sure.
I mean, we'll just do it another time, won't we?
Yeah, yeah. Definitely.
All right. Well, I'll leave you to it, detective. OK.
Hey, you ready? Where are we going?
What's wrong? What's happened?
I went to the solicitors.
Alan left me this in his estate.
It was for his retirement as a teacher, 50 years.
He left me a note as well.
It says,
"To Cam, someone else who tried to do good in a system gone bad."
Why would he do this? Because you cared.
I failed him. No, you didn't.
He died, Indie.
That was his choice.
Because he felt like he didn't have a choice,
because I didn't do enough.
No, I think you did everything you could, and I think Alan knew that.
Cam, you have to stop beating yourself up about this,
it's unbearable. He died, alone, because of me.
He didn't die alone, he died...
He died on his own terms.
How could you possibly know that?
Because I was there.
I dropped back in,
and he asked me to help him open a bottle of pills.
I obviously didn't know what they were. You didn't know what...?
How do you expect me to believe that? No, I knew what they were,
I didn't know what he intended to do with them.
And I ran back as soon as I realised what I'd done.
But it was too late, he'd already taken them all.
You called 999, right? Because you're a medical professional
and that's what we do, right?
Yeah, I wanted to, but he wouldn't let me.
He wouldn't let you? Indie, he's an 80-year-old man!
Yeah, Cam, he asked me not to.
OK? He just asked me to hold his hand.
I didn't know what else to do.
And you didn't tell me because?
Because I was just scared how you would react.
And how did you think I might react?
I thought you might hate me.
I need some time alone.
Cam!
You sure? Quite certain.
I think that maybe it was... induced by stress.
You have an autoimmune disease, Rida.
Alopecia areata.
And is it, er, curable?
No, but there are treatments.
Topical and intralesional steroids, Jak inhibitors
and contact immunotherapy are just some of the...
The most important thing right now is to have a support framework.
Friends, family. Talk to them.
Stigma thrives on silence. Do you understand?
Um...
I think we should probably
start with immunotherapy.
Yeah.
KNOCK AT DOOR
Hey, you want to see me? Um, yeah.
Close the door and take a seat, please.
What's happened? Is it Rory?
No, actually, he's stable. He's out of the woods.
OK, thank God. That's a relief.
Yeah, thank you.
Take a seat for me, Stevie.
What's happening?
Seriously, you're scaring me. What's happening?
There's been a complaint made against you,
that's been elevated to board level.
And it alleges that you made a serious, near-fatal mistake
in the prescription of morphine to a child...
..and then contrived to have another, junior, member of staff
cover for you.
A junior member of staff that you
were in an undeclared sexual relationship with.
Which amounts to sexual coercion.
Obviously, there'll be an enquiry.
I strongly suggest that you speak to a union rep.
And I will be pulling you from your shift for the rest of the day.
But what about...? Stevie.
I think it's best that we don't discuss this any further.
OK. Thank you.