You're destroying my career?
Clive will pay for this.
Take his side, you'll pay for it, too.
Harry. The brain doc.
Is it over then?
- Could be professional... - So, she's single now.
Clive, you're relieved.
The chief executive has made me acting clinical lead.
I am grateful you're here.
I'm grateful you came running
when I called.
The lower ambulance bay is a restricted area.
Essential personnel only.
The lower ambulance bay is a restricted area.
Essential personnel only.
This way. Quick.
- What have we got? - Dog attack.
And one of the dogs, he won't let go.
Dog?
We've been in transit for 15 minutes.
Are the... Is the dog still alive?
Yeah. Bob?
- You okay? - Just about.
The dog. Where is it exactly?
Pinned to the floor.
- You need to hurry, though. - Yeah, okay.
Listen, we're gonna open the door now.
- Oh. Oh, my God. - Ouch. Oh, God.
Thanks.
All we had was diazepam. If this bastard thing wakes up...
Okay. Give me the ketamine, please.
Justin, ketamine, now, please.
Thank you.
Easy, boy.
Why doesn't someone just kill it?
What, shoot it when it's this close to the guy?
Oh, no. You don't have to shoot it. You just...
- Whoa. - Shit.
Be careful, please.
- Sorry. Sorry. - Just be careful.
- Any sign of the vet? - Yeah, he's called. He's on his way.
Let's call him back. Tell him we need access to a vein.
Hind leg, if that's at all possible, yes?
We'll need an ETA. I wouldn't.
Oh, I was just... Switching it off.
Good.
The ketamine, by itself is gonna make it hold on tighter.
You've got to give it some diazepam to counter the muscle rigidity.
No, don't give any more diazepam.
If it relaxes and let's go then, mate, he's gonna bleed like stink.
His brachial artery has been torn up.
That's why we didn't kill it. His jaw's like a clamp.
Soon as it releases... Poof!
We're gonna stick to 50 milligrams of ketamine for now.
That should make him nice and happy.
Yeah, I'd double it.
Okay, he says, the best vein is on the lateral aspect of the hock.
Hock? What the bloody hell's the hock?
Well, don't ask me.
Well, I'm not asking you, am I, Giles?
Oh, yeah, well, what's the... Er, he can hear.
Er, it's half way up the back of the leg. It's the bit that sticks out.
Shh.
Yeah, it's what she said.
Fiona, butterfly cannula, please.
Yeah.
- Sure you've got it? - Got it.
Yeah, now, if someone constricts the stifle... No, what?
Oh, it's the... It's the next joint up its knee.
Then the vein can be palpated.
Thank you.
Okay?
I think, yeah.
Okay, there, I've got it.
- Okay. - Easy.
- Careful there, guys. - Oh, it's okay.
It's okay, boy.
Okay, 50 milligrams ketamine going in, now.
Okay, he says his ETA is five, six minutes.
- Thank you. - We'll need a resus trolley.
The patient, any pain relief?
Ten milligrams IM morphine. We couldn't get a line in.
Okay.
He's called Charlie Walton and he's blind.
Apparently it was his guide dog they went for
and he was trying to save it.
- They? - Three of them.
Dog is now sedated.
Are we ready to transfer?
- Yeah. - No, they're not coming inside.
- Er, what? - A live dog?
Patients and staff all about? No.
Management has spoken.
If you can hear me, Charlie, my name's Glen.
I'm the trauma consultant.
And we need to stabilise you, before we can sort out the dog.
Okay?
Did you manage to get a GCS?
Er, best we could tell, five or six.
GCS five or six.
Okay, we've got to secure the airway.
Yes, we do. Round the side, please.
Radial and brachial pulse absent.
Thank you.
I'm gonna put a cuff around the leg.
Harry, can you help me?
Yeah, er... Okay to come up?
I'm not making any promises.
Great, so, I'll just stay here and let it chew the F out of me, shall I?
Calm down, boy. Calm down.
Ripped By mstoll
Okay.
We need to tube him sooner rather than later.
Er, uh...
Okay, oxygen sat's at 90%.
- Thank you. - BP?
It's cycling. I'm not getting a read.
Okay, we'll need to give him volume before we tube him,
otherwise, he might arrest on induction.
We need access.
Well, good luck with that.
No chance for a subclavia.
Justin, can you get me an IO kit,
some O pos and I need scissors, please.
Yeah.
Thank you.
Can someone prime two three-ways for me please?
Got it.
Hey, Charlie.
- Ugh! - Listen, you hang in there.
We're doing the best that we can.
Oh, God...
In case it can, I'm gonna let the dog hear the sound of the drill.
It's a good idea.
- Steady. - No, leave it. Don't wake it up.
Harry, swab.
Look, forget about the vet, just sucks,
I'll paralyse the shit out of it,
and then you can send it on its merry way, once you've...
If we have to, yes, with a massive dose of thio so it doesn't suffer.
Suffer, after what it's done?
There's no need to be cruel.
Yeah, Ramakrishna.
Okay, Charlie.
My name is Fiona Lomas.
We're gonna take care of you.
I am afraid this is gonna hurt a little.
Listen, Charlie, you've lost a lot of blood,
so we need to get some fluids into you, before we send you off to sleep.
Okay?
Unfortunately, we have to do that through your shin and your shoulder.
Okay?
Yeah.
It's all right, Charlie.
It's okay.
Sorry, Charlie. I'm sorry.
You all right, mate?
It's all right.
- Doing really well, mate. - We're still here with you, mate.
You're okay. We're not going anywhere, mate. Come on, you're okay.
Done here.
Okay, Charlie.
I need to do the same again to your shoulder.
Okay?
We're almost there, buddy.
- You're okay. - It's okay.
It's okay, Charlie, it's done now. That's it.
Okay. Cheers.
- CO2 sats? - Er, 75 and dropping.
We can't wait. We've got to intubate.
Do it.
Er, Billy, this port's looking a bit ropey.
Can you administer the RSI drugs into the tibia?
- Yeah. - Thanks.
The lower ambulance bay is a restricted area.
Essential personnel only.
The lower ambulance bay is a restricted area.
Essential personnel only.
Thank you for, you know, sticking up for the dog.
Yeah.
- Cricoid? - Er, yeah, thanks.
Listen, Charlie,
you're gonna feel me pushing gently down on your throat, okay.
But, it's nothing to worry about.
I have Pantone, 250 milligrams.
Okay, just sending you off to sleep, mate.
Suxamethonium, 100 milligrams.
Whoa!
- It's waking up. - Turn it off.
- Easy there, boy. - Okay.
- All right, boy. Shh... - It's okay. Easy.
- Sorry. - It's fine. Gonna be fine.
- Just keep going. - Easy.
Oh, that's a good dog. That's okay. Good boy.
I said give it double.
And I did.
Er, okay sat's down to 55.
Okay.
Breath.
Okay.
- Oh, shit. - I need your hands there, guys.
Just keep banging.
Hey, oxygen sats rising to 65.
Billy, sux, please.
Pass that over.
Okay.
I need you to hold onto him bloody tight and don't let go until I say so, yes?
Yes.
Okay, boy,
I'm really sorry I have to do this.
Er, I, I really love dogs, me.
What are you doing? You're not killing it?
- Too right. - No... No, the vet'll be here any minute
Giles. Giles, erm, we need to get this dog off him, now.
No, no, no, no, dangerous drugs cannot be given to a dog
on a hospital premises, without a vet's prescription.
- For Christ's sake... - No, we don't have the authority...
It's on mine...
As acting clinical lead, okay?
Management has spoken.
Right, we've lost far too much time, so we dispatch this dog
and get this man upstairs quickly.
Thiopentone.
Pass that.
Thank you.
Let's get field dressing ready, please, and hit me again.
- Ta. - Thank you.
It's going in.
Here.
Good dog.
It's dead.
Never mind.
Oxygen sats back up to 90.
Okay, let's get him out of here, please.
- O2 bottle please, Billy. - Yeah.
Okay, I need to get major control of this artery.
- Where are your tourniquets? - Fiona.
I know we've had our difficulties,
but I'm hoping things are going to be better, now.
- Oh, oh, oh... - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Really gonna...
- Stand back here... - Hold the doors, please!
We've still got haemorrhage control.
Move, please. Move!
No, don't stop. We have to keep going. Keep going!
I've got... I've got it.
Any news on the agency nurse?
- Er, no. - Then get on it.
Yeah, I have.
Sorry, we're still a nurse down.
Fast bleep the theatre staff, say we'll have him there in five minutes, please.
Yeah.
Hold there.
This is Mrs Nicola Hicklin.
- Er, acting clinical lead. - Okay, on the ventilator now.
- Transfer Mrs Cooper in your account? - Can you fast bleep...
...the trauma theatre staff and general surgeon.
Right on three. Everyone ready?
Yeah, it's all read, Charlie Walton.
- One, two, three. - Major trauma, Mike Pappa.
On three. One, two, three.
And brace left on three. One, two, three.
Just check the back.
No, that's not good enough. We need to get him there in about five.
- Over half an hour since the attack. - Back on three. One, two, three.
Well done.
Harry, you take over from Bob, please.
All right, they're getting someone off the table now.
So it's just going to be about 10-15 minutes.
Come on.
That's the best I can do.
Setting elapsed time.
Hi, I'm Ania Wasenka, the agency nurse.
Nice of you to come.
Sorry, I was sent to the wrong hospital.
This tourniquet is doing nothing.
Injury is too high.
Can someone get me some shears?
Thank you.
- Scrape, please. - Me?
- Okay. - Er, you need to sign in first.
Keep the pressure on the neck.
Temporary staff
and just run that over to there.
Thanks.
Thank you.
Have another look at what's going on...
Hey.
- We're in luck. - Yeah?
Yeah. He's on my shift.
- Custody duty. - Oh. Great.
Yeah.
Formal handover now, please...
Okay, this is Charlie Walton, 29. He was attacked at, er...
Approx 10:40.
Er, by three dogs.
Considerable blood loss at scene, no BP, no vital stats.
Er, GCS was approximately five to six
- Apron. - Now, we put him on
high flow oxygen and gave him 10 milligrams of IM Morphine.
Got him here as fast as we could, basically.
Now, he was brought in with one of the dogs, er, still alive and attached.
Further defence wounds to both forearms, er, tear...
- Got this for you. - To the right side of the neck
and large wound lower left side of his abdomen.
Er, the presence of the dog hampered any further effective
treatment of the patient.
Delivery from blood bank for Mike Pappa.
Lovely fit, there.
Did he touch your arse?
Thank you.
Whoa! He's been torn right open.
Patient needs to get to theatre.
If I'm not back in 10 minutes, just bring him in.
So, let's not waste any more time.
Anyone got questions for Tessa or Bob?
No? Thank you. You can sign off.
Rapid infuser operators' here.
Hello. Prime the Belmont six units of blood, six of FFP, please.
He's also gonna need one gram of TXA Bolus
and then one gram infusion to follow.
Augmentin 1.2 grams,
and a tetanus booster please, Billy.
Good air entry, bilaterally.
There's no surgical emphysema.
I'm leaving the abdomen for now.
Okay, as I'm here, I might as well do the left arm.
Oh, that one's gonna be nasty.
Anything with teeth, you can't trust.
I won't let my Amy have a hamster.
Obviously no peripheral or even brachial pulse.
Sorry, do I know you?
No. I am Ania.
All right.
Okay?
Ragged wound to the right-hand side of the neck.
Active bleeding from superficial vessel.
Shit.
It must've been a spasm.
We're gonna need to ligate this in theatre.
No, we ligate it here.
- Okay. - Got it.
Harry, continue with the primary.
- Justin? - Yeah.
- IO's too slow. I'll do a femoral line? - Do it.
- Justin. - Yeah.
Harry, let's hear it, please.
Er, multiple bite wounds,
superficial shredding to the forearm,
Er, heavily soiled, more defensive wounds to the hand and wrist.
Extensive tendons exposed.
He must have fought like hell.
And imagine you can't see a thing.
I'm a cat person from now on, me.
I love dogs, me.
Steady radial pulse with small, ring and middle fingers missing.
- Oh, any sign of them? - No.
Okay, I still need an imaging of what's left.
Won't be able to get it here.
- So, is that me out, then? - Yeah.
- Yeah, but she... - No. We're gonna wait till theatre.
But, if you can interest the plastic surgeon, please.
- Okay. - Thank you.
Justin, I'll call you later.
Okay. Yeah.
Hello, this is Mrs Hicklin speaking,
I need a plastic surgeon, please.
Okay...
Whoa, bollocks.
I think he meant to say that in the singular.
Yep, he's a man down.
Okay, let's just swab and dress it for now, please.
Yeah.
We also need blood FBC, UNE,
VBGs, cross-match and coag, please.
Yup.
Yeah.
It's clamped.
Blood coming up.
Justin, scissors, please.
Thank you.
Let's have a Foley as well, please.
Say what you see, Harry.
Oh, shit and shit.
Oh, I mean, sorry.
That doesn't look good.
Ugh, the abdomen is filling up with blood. It's everywhere.
Okay, pack it for now. We'll be in theatre soon.
Packs! Oh, they're over there.
- Foley. - Can you open it, please?
Thank you.
Hopefully, this will inflate enough to stem the bleeding from the arm
until we're in theatre.
Justin, I need you on the syringe, please.
Yeah.
- Ugh. - Now, please.
- Okay. - God.
Okay, just squeeze gently.
Good.
And it's good.
Thank you.
Okay, let's see if this holds.
That should do until we get to theatre. Good.
I'm sure he needs blood,
so as soon as the femoral line is up, whack it in, please.
- Ugh! - Oh, come on.
Reapply pressure. Swabs.
- Sorry. Sorry. - We need to get to theatre now.
Shit.
Pack. Hit me.
Hit me.
Yes.
- Clear for theatre. - Okay.
Let's get him ready to move, please.
Okay, not yet. I'm still suturing.
- Sorry. Can't wait. - Yep.
- Done. - Okay, let's go.
- Justin. - Move, please.
- Oh! Oh! - Whoa! Whoa!
- You got it? - Yeah, yeah, I think so.
Good job, Harry.
Let's keep going, please. Forget the Foley, keep the pressure on it.
Well done.
Daisy, we're gonna need hats on these guys.
Grey and green, please.
Yup.
Side down.
Right, we need to get him across, very carefully,
so that Harry can maintain...
Maintain what?
Pressure.
Very carefully, please.
Everyone ready? Harry, you happy?
- Happy. - Okay.
On three. One, two, three.
Are you okay to stay here, while we scrub in?
- Mmm-hmm. - You two, go on and sort this.
- Thank you. - Where shall we prep him?
Neck to knee, please.
- We'll need arm boards. - And we need a cell saver.
Brian, arm boards, please.
Guys, let's do an instrument check.
Glen, it's Jane Bryant. Call me when you get a chance.
Did you know that was invented by a doctor in the Victorian times?
No. I'm serious.
Because he was embarrassed about putting his
ear near to your...
Spoils the fun, though, eh?
Not if you warm up your bell-end first.
Could you get me a wipe, please?
Yep.
You have got to tell him.
I had to get back.
I just had to.
Tom was waiting.
Did he say anything?
No.
You understand why I couldn't?
We couldn't have gone back to yours.
It wasn't that I didn't want to.
Didn't?
What about now?
Oh, look. Souvenir.
It's another for the black museum?
No. No. I thought it might look nice if it was on a chain.
The police will need it.
Oh, well, in that case, you better, erm...
Mmm-hmm. Thank you.
I'll find out where the steno surgeon is.
Thank you.
Fiona.
It's not that simple.
It is for me.
Okay, let's do the who.
I'm Glen Boyle. I'm the trauma consultant.
Fiona Lomas, trauma fellow.
Khaali Osman, support nurse.
Ramakrishna Chandramohan, anaesthetics reg.
Billy Finlay, anaesthetical DP.
Harry, get me on, please.
Brian Austin, support nurse.
Sandra Bansels, support nurse.
Daisy McDonald, documentation nurse.
Scott Bassy, rapid infuser operator.
Come on this side.
Do you need any extra help?
- Is your shift finished? - Mmm-hmm.
- Glen? - Suits me.
Great, thanks. Er, Harry Bennett-Edwardes EMSHO.
Can we identify the patient, please?
Er, yeah. Patient is major trauma, Mike Pappa.
Date of birth, 18/10/1985.
The right external jugular has been ligated,
there's a defect in the abdominal wall.
Eviscerated omentum and bowel.
There's significant blood loss
through left brachial artery injury which Fiona has her finger on.
It's the only way we've been able to control it, so far.
Consent form four signed for
damage control laparotomy,
haemorrhage and contamination control with laparostomy
and limb re-vascularisation.
- Okay to start? - All set.
Number ten blade and I need the cell saver suction around here, please.
I'll take the suction.
Arterial clamp.
Good.
Clamp's holding for now.
Okay, I need to access the auxiliary artery below the clavicle.
Okay, we'll open him up and see what we can do.
Twenty-two blade, please.
Ten blade, please.
Thank you.
Am I okay to cut?
Yeah, okay.
Cutting.
Can I have a temperature?
Yes, 35.0.
Heart rate?
140. BP holding at 75 over 45.
Topping off as fast as we can.
Mayo, please.
More FFP cryo platelets. Thanks.
Take the ring, please.
Hi. Yeah, this is Billy Finlay ODP, in trauma theatre...
Thank you.
Yeah, can we order more FFP platelets and cryo
for patient Mike Pappa, please?
Yes.
We're gonna need warm saline.
Jugs of it, please.
Warm saline, please.
Packs, please.
One.
- Hit me. - Two.
- Hit me. - Three.
- Three in. - Three in.
Er, look mate, about Harry,
she and I are...
It's back on.
I'm sorry.
It's...
This one's early days. You know, trying to keep under the radar.
No worries.
Thanks for the heads-up.
It's good to know before I make a right tit of myself.
Oh, no...
- Lf you could assist. - Of course.
Retractor, please.
Scissors and forceps, please.
I thought it was only the brachial that was torn.
We need proximal control first,
and then to explore the injury.
As it's so high up, it's easier to cut the auxiliary.
As well as the clamp, I'm also going to put a vascular sling around the artery.
It's easier to control later on if we run into any problems.
Clamp, please.
Hit me.
One.
- Hit me. - Two.
- Two more in. - Sling binding the abdomen.
Voila, succes. Middle and ring fingers recovered from the same.
Where's the plastic surgeon?
Be waiting for the drum roll.
Reckon it's salvageable, well,
one, maybe.
Take a picture, send it to Nicola.
Tell her we need Plastics down here, now, please.
In fact, you should use my phone.
That way, she'll think it's coming from me. It's over here in my pocket.
Yeah.
Over on this side.
No, sorry. You're gonna have to go up from under.
Okay, erm... All right, sorry.
Mmm...
Got it?
Yup. Cheers.
Okay. So, now we unpack
and, er, clean out each section at a time.
If it was me, and you could repair one thing,
I'd rather have a scrotum than a finger.
I don't think most of us in here would necessarily agree.
Oh, I'm gonna need more, much more.
More saline, please.
Do you have a Javid shunt?
Sorry, I... There wasn't time.
Mr Simpson had his carotid list this morning.
We haven't any left on the shelf.
Okay, erm...
A giving set.
I need... I need about a foot of it, please.
- Nurse, er, giving set, please. - Yep.
- And I'll need a sterile field. - Sure.
Blade, please.
Hit.
Hit me.
Blood's going in but BP's still falling.
Yup. His bowel's a mess, it's severed in multiple places.
Come on.
Easy, friend.
Okay, I need, erm...
Get me a TLC stapler
and more gauze, please. Hit me.
One more in.
- Hole in the abdomen. - Retractor, please.
Not those, darling.
BP is still dropping.
Main shunt.
Khaali, I need heavy vital ties of silk.
- Two of them, please. - Sure.
I've got one end and I cannot find the other.
His bowel is a bloody mess and we're running out of time.
Clamp, please.
And I'll take the stapler.
I've still got an odd number of ends,
for now, I'm just gonna have to staple them.
Thank you.
BP is still dropping.
Reload.
And I'll take saline and suction, please.
Thank you.
Cut, thank you.
Thank you.
Photo sent and Plastics called. Er, is that me done?
- Yes. - Okay.
Erm, do you want to put your phone back in your... No, erm...
- Thank you. - Good, thank you.
Shunt's in, let's see how it holds.
You check his pulse?
Thready.
- It will spasm a bit... - But the PONI return's much better.
Right, I have control.
Glad someone does, I have now got three bloody ends.
BP dropping 60 over 40. Billy, whack it in.
It could be a revascularisation bleed.
Auxiliary NAD.
- Brachial NAD. - Show me the jugular.
There is nothing here.
Jugular NAD. Shit!
Whole section's been torn away from the mesentery. Dish.
- Glen? - Yes.
Oh, Christ!
Keep filling him up.
I am, but as fast as I'm topping him up, he keeps pissing out of it.
If this goes on much longer, we're looking at DIC
and then he's buggered.
Tie.
Thank you.
And release, please.
Thank you.
Cut.
He's still bleeding like a sieve.
I'm gonna have to start at the upper abdomen and work my way down,
haemorrhage control as we go.
Maurice retractor.
Liver.
Liver's okay. Let's go to the spleen, please.
BP is continuing to fall.
Spleen.
It's also good.
Stomach is okay.
Jejunum is well perfused.
It'd be easier to take the rest of it out.
Yes, okay. We're gonna need more warm saline and more gauze.
Both wet and dry. Lay them out here and here, please.
Thank you.
- BP is still dropping. - More saline, please.
Hit.
One.
- Hit. - Two.
Here.
We have one left.
Okay, he needs metaraminol. I've got to get his pressure up.
- He's full of holes. - I've got no choice.
- He'll just pump out more blood. - Lf I don't give him
some perfusion, there's gonna be nothing to salvage.
Glen.
Let's just run the bowel, please.
Billy, metaraminol.
- Shit, we haven't got any. - Billy!
Okay, retract.
Need you to flush.
And suction.
Where the hell is this bleed?
Here, please.
Okay, a number of mesenteric vessels are severed.
Give me a clamp.
And again.
Tie.
And release.
Thank you. Just cut it.
- All right. - Sorry.
Here we go.
Okay, thanks.
Thank you.
And release.
Thank you.
Cut.
Metaraminol going in.
That should push up his BP.
Okay, we're winning up here.
But, we're losing in here.
Blood is increasing and we need to pack. Hit me.
General surgeon, Mr Street's here.
- Another two in, Daisy? - Back to three.
Dogs have played tear and share with his small intestine
and his mesentery's been ripped to shreds.
Okay, I'll be right with you.
Plastics is on his way.
All right, I need to isolate the bleeding.
- You want me to cancel? - No. No.
We live in hope.
Well, it shouldn't be a problem in the future,
co-ordinating the specialties.
Thanks.
Okay.
Fine, let's keep going.
One section at a time.
Yeah.
Can you retract, please?
One out.
Okay.
Yeah. His spleen is bleeding from the wound with the mesentery.
Roberts, please.
And I'm gonna need a transfixion stitch.
If this is the main source of the bleed, he might stand a chance.
Scissors, please.
Forceps.
Thank you.
Okay, let's cut.
Mr Doubting, Plastic's here.
Think we're there.
Not exactly key-hole surgery.
We thought you'd like to see a proper operation for once, Henry.
Hit me.
And again, please.
- Yeah. - Two more in.
Back to five?
So, how long ago did this happen?
Just over an hour ago, fingers are over there.
Er, eight and a half gloves and, er, can you open the bag for me, please?
Thank you.
Okay, it's good.
Think you can save them?
Yeah, the fingers are in pretty decent shape, actually, but
that's only half the story.
Need to assess the hand.
Thank you.
How's Tom?
Yeah. He's fine.
Okay, the arm looks pretty decent,
but I'll need to scrub before I make a definitive assessment.
Okay, can you call up a microscope?
And I'll need an arm board, drapes and a stool, please.
Brian, help the Plastic, please.
- Oh, sorry. - Oh!
We need the microscope in the trauma theatre for Mr Doubting, please.
Thank you.
- What's up? - One sec.
The case of the small intestine,
no wonder it doesn't all match up and the
mesentery is so badly torn.
There are huge sections missing.
Missing?
And not all accounted for, I would say,
we're about a metre and a half down.
Somebody won't need to feed his dog, tonight.
- Can he survive it? - Yes, he's got enough.
And at least, he won't end up on home TPN.
- But you found and stapled all the ends? - Yes.
Haemorrhage control?
All bleeding mesenteric vessels have been ligated.
Where are we?
Yeah, he's responding to filling, BP is 100 over 60.
So, he'll make it then?
Oh, yes.
Look, there's just a few serosal tears I need to deal with.
- I think I can manage, mate. - It won't take me that...
Glen, go. Give the poor general surgeon a chance.
He'll be fine. Go.
Oh, Harry, can you assist?
- Yes, Mr Street. - Just till my registrar, turns up.
We need to get more blood in there and warm him up
before Mr Doubting performs his magic.
Okay, I'll need the microvascular in handsets, please.
Actually, why don't you just call up to theatre five
and get them to send my whole trolley down?
I'll need an assistant, too.
I'm all right to carry on for now, just need a knife and fork, please.
Need someone to push your stool in for you, Mr Doubting?
No.
Hi, Glen, thanks for calling back. Good news.
That's, erm... Yeah.
Re our last session, I passed on my recommendation and it's been approved.
It's official. You can return to active service.
That's great, but, erm...
- Well done. - Thanks.
Thanks for everything, Jane.
Deployment papers should come through in about ten days, okay?
Yeah. Yeah, bye.
Cheers, bye.
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