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AMY: You need some kind of release.

Intimacy without emotion.

And I'm your bunny.

MIKE: Hi. MAN: Hi.

Jim Patterson. I'm the site foreman. Mike Vlasek. What are we looking at?

Well, scaffold collapsed. Wall came down with it.

One of my lads was up in it at the time. Name's Henry.

Is he conscious? We had him talking before.

STEVE: OK. How do you get up here? Oi, Taylor!

You go when I tell you it's safe. I'll be fine.

I said hold it... before I make you hold it.

I'd listen to the little lady, mate.

My lads had no luck getting in there.

It's too unstable.

What about around the other side? Worse.

One wrong step and the whole thing could come down.

Be good if your guys started clearing this stuff piece by piece

so we can get a ladder up to him.

Sure. Alright, you lot - anyone who's not dead

I want you to help with the rescue effort.

And someone get me a bloody ladder!

I want you to start triaging the other casualties. See what we've got.

Well, I don't know. Is that alright with you, Miss Safety Officer?

And next time you've got a concern about something

try and keep it a bit more private will you?

Not a good look for us to go biting each other's heads off.

Thought you didn't give a damn how we do it as long as the job's done.

Let's just leave the personal stuff behind,

concentrate on saving this man's life.

That's what I'm here for.

Good. Any suggestions as to how we get to him?

Yeah, maybe.

His face is clear but there's debris covering his torso

so I can't tell if he's breathing or not.

Can you get any closer to him?

I'll try.

Shit! Jo, are you OK?

Pull up! Pull up!

Yeah, I'm fine but there's no way I can put my weight down anywhere.

I'm going to have to assess him from here.

Henry. Henry!

(COUGHS) Henry, can you hear me?

Open your eyes for me, mate.

He's conscious. I'm Jo. I'm a paramedic.

Best day of my life. Sorry?

Lara Croft is here to rescue me.

I'll do my best.

What have we got?

Ruth Gordon - 26-year-old

kidney transplant recipient with suspected renal failure.

She's lethargic, nauseated

and can't remember the last time she passed urine.

You didn't need to call an ambulance. I was perfectly fine.

No, you were not fine.

Lucky you were on my home visit list today.

Mask on, please.

God knows what she would have been like tomorrow.

She was hypertensive and tachycardic.

Fine crackles bilaterally and her O2 sats improved with oxygen.

When she keeps the mask on.

I'm happy to follow this through.

Someone's gotta keep you in line.

Alright, Ruth, we're just gonna run a few tests

and see what's happening with your kidneys if that's OK.

Well, you're here now so you might as well.

I'll just get you to wiggle over here for me.

OK.

Now I'll put these on for you.

They will be more comfortable.

Let's get a full set of bloods.

OK, catheter. Please.

Aren't you forgetting a few things?

Chest X-ray and so on?

You've done this before.

Once or twice.

Well, I need a chest X-ray and an ECG

and I think that's it.

Right you are.

I take it you're on all the usual immunosuppressants?

Yeah, you name it.

Cyclosporine, microphenylate -

a whole list of other drugs I can't even remember.

But are you taking them?

Yes. I'm taking them. Mm-hm.

(SIGHS)

It's mainly cuts and bruises, one suspected fracture,

another with a penetrating shoulder injury.

I'll get an ambulance for him.

Apart from that it's lucky no-one was killed.

Yet.

Com on, Jo. Jo, give us an update.

I can't hook him up to any monitors but his pulse is racing.

What's his BP like?

Can't get in there to get the cuff on him or the oxygen sats probe.

His breathing's regular, his colour's OK, considering.

What about spinal injury?

Henry, can you wiggle your toes for me, mate?

I think so.

Yeah, I can.

Yeah?

That's good, right? Yeah. It is.

I want you to stop now, OK? Don't move them again until I tell you.

OK.

What's the plan on getting him out of here?

Going to be a while before we get to him from this end.

That's alright. Happy to hang around.

Ha ha.

See, I'm way too funny to be Lara Croft.

Henry!

Henry! Henry!

Jo, what happened?

I don't know. He's not responsive.

Pupils are equal and reactive. There's no obvious head trauma.

Could be a crush injury.

Something shifted up there, Jo?

No. I would have noticed if it had have.

Henry! Mate, are you on any medication?

Insulin. Insulin?

You're a diabetic... and you need insulin.

Need sugar. Alright.

Guys, we've got a problem up here.

Thanks so much for the lift. Oh, it's not a problem.

I'm sorry I've made us both late.

Lucky for you the nursing unit manager is a very nice lady.

It's the radiator apparently. Hopefully it'll be fixed today.

Friggin' old cars - they're just a heap of trouble, you know?

Mmm, I know but that's all I can afford at the moment.

We should see about getting you a raise.

RUTH: I told you I'm not staying that long.

I'm not putting it on. You need the gown for the catheter.

I'm not getting that done either.

Righto. Why don't I just get a bag for your belongings?

Need a hand?

If you're happy playing nurse for the day.

Hello, Ruth. I'm Adam Rossi.

Good for you.

Once she's cannulated let's give her 80mg Frusemide IV slowly.

See if we can eliminate some of this excess fluid.

Sure.

I might give her specialist a call. See what he wants to do.

Her medical records are on the way from archives.

Thank you.

Do we know why her kidneys failed in the first place?

As far as I know, she was in a car accident.

How long ago was that? About three years.

Then dialysis and waiting lists until the transplant.

And you think she stopped taking her medication?

I don't know, but with her current symptoms it'd make sense.

She also missed her appointment with the renal specialist.

Any reasons? Said she forgot.

Excuse me. Yep, just give me a second.

Can I give you that? Yeah, sure.

How can I help you? I reckon I need to see a doctor.

Well, I reckon you might be in the right place.

What seems to be the trouble? Uh, headaches, blurred vision.

My arm feels like I've slept on it for about a week.

Left arm? Well, both, to tell you the truth.

It's been coming and going for days. It moves up and down.

I got a bit freaked out this morning so I decided to come into here.

Well, that seems very understandable. What's your name, mate?

Ian Kingsley. Just over here.

(DOOR BUZZES)

I'm gonna get you a bed and have a doctor see you as soon as possible.

Are you OK to walk? Yeah. You think it might be serious?

Well, with symptoms like these it's better to be safe than sorry.

Come on through. I hate to be a pain.

Oh, no. Don't worry about it. Hop up on the bed for me.

Bart!

This is Ian. Hi, Ian. I'm Doctor West.

Ian's been suffering from headaches

and he's got a tingling sensation in both his arms,

particularly his left.

It comes and goes, I guess,

but it's been pretty full-on the last couple days.

Did you hit your head at all?

No, but I've got these lines in front of my vision.

Do you smoke or drink? Do any drugs or medication?

No. Pretty boring, aren't I?

And you've still got that numbness and tingling in your arm?

Yep. How's his obs?

Yep, he's slightly hypertensive but everything else is normal.

Do you want bloods? Thanks. I'll organise a head CT.

OK. I will get you something for that headache.

Why the CT?

You've got symptoms that might indicate

there's something neurological going on.

Like what? I'll know more when tests are back.

Just pop your feet up and relax. I'll be back as soon as I can.

Claire, can you take over a patient for me?

Sure. I've just gotta take these files up to ICU.

OK.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

BSL's 2.8.

He's still hypoglycaemic.

Glucagon injection hasn't worked.

Jo, can you cannulate? He's gonna need a dextrose infusion.

I don't know. I don't have much access up here.

Take it nice and slow.

Henry, just stay with me, mate, OK?

Why don't you finish triaging the injured guys?

Get me an ETA on the ambulance. Not much else for you to do here.

Jo, clock's ticking.

Got that cannular in yet?

Keep your hair on, Mike. I'm doing my best.

That's all I wanna hear.

Results for the ABG.

That good, huh?

Your potassium is at 6.7.

Normal is roughly between 3 and 5.

It was at 5.9 last week.

I guess we can say things are getting worse.

Let's wait to see the rest of the blood results, OK?

And I've yet to speak to your specialist.

He'll just say I need dialysis.

Is that why you missed your appointment last week?

You were scared that's what he'd say?

We need another vial for group and hold.

Ruth's medical records. Thank you.

Sorry we have to take so much.

I'm used to it.

Hey, the doctors here are very good.

We're gonna see you through this.

Don't give up hope now.

This is what I deserve.

It's the universe telling me that I'm not meant to be here anymore.

I should have died in the crash.

Nobody deserves to die. You don't know that!

You don't know anything about it.

You're right. I don't.

I'm right to take over that patient now.

Oh, thank you. I'm completely snowed under in triage.

His bloods are clear but his symptoms indicate

he's had a possible mini stroke.

Can you get onto Radiology? I really need that head CT done.

Yeah, alright. I'll see if I can shift him up the list.

You want quarter-hourly obs? Please.

If he's had a mini stroke I'm worried he might have a bigger one.

Ian. How's that headache?

IAN: G'day, Claire.

Long time no see.

I can't.

Claire.

I'm sorry, but I'm not looking after that patient.

Well, did she say why? No. She just took off.

I'll deal with it.

Hey. Sorry.

You OK? Yep.

Are you sure? I can't look after that patient.

I'll do triage, anything.

Claire, I can see that you're upset

but you can't pick and choose which patients you nurse.

At least not without an explanation.

It's complicated.

Is there something about this patient we should know?

He's my ex. OK?

The reason I left Perth.

Take it things didn't end well.

Please, Gabrielle, don't make me explain.

I just can't nurse him.

I can't. It's OK.

It's OK.

Uh, take over in triage. I'll see what I can shuffle around.

Thank you. It's all good.

Sorry, mate.

We're gonna have to give him some juice. I can't get the cannula in.

Try a smaller one.

I've tried a smaller one.

It's no good. It's the position I'm in. I'm gonna have to move.

Just do the best you can.

Mike, if you think you can do any better then please be my guest.

It's alright. No-one's having a go at you.

Shit!

Henry, you alright?

Jo, what's happening?

It's no good. I can't do it without jeopardising his safety.

Can you cannulate straight into the jugular?

Jo?

I've never done it before.

Mike, we need to stop stuffing him around

and get a bloody sugar drink into him.

We're gonna have to operate soon.

I don't want to put fluid into his gut if I don't have to.

Surgery's gonna be useless if he's already dead, Mike.

OK. Give him the juice. Jo!

Nice catch.

Late! I swear I set my alarm.

I don't know what happened. Please don't tell Uncle Frank.

It's not really Uncle Frank you should be worrying about - it's me.

Consider this a warning. Official or unofficial?

Don't push it. Won't happen again.

It better not. Come on. I need you to help Bart.

Hi.

Sorry about that.

G'day. G'day yourself.

And you'd be? Amy - your nurse for the day.

I should be so lucky.

Can I get some obs, please? Sure.

Is Claire OK? Um, I don't know. Was she sick?

She was my nurse before you.

Sorry, I don't know. I was just asked to take over.

OK.

Just gonna tap your arm.

Does it hurt when I do that? No.

Sure was a shock to see her again. You know Claire?

Know her? Almost married her.

Really? How freaky is that?

Did you know she was working here?

No, I haven't seen her since she left Perth.

It's funny how things don't always work out the way you want them to.

I can't believe she'd let a good catch like you get away.

Oh, my head.

How does it hurt on a scale of 1 to 10?

Six or a seven, maybe?

I'm just gonna shine a torch in your eyes.

Got any stiffness in your neck? Yeah.

I hadn't really noticed it before.

Let's set up for a lumbar puncture. What?

I have to make sure it's not meningitis.

That's a bit full-on, isn't it? It's better to be safe than sorry.

Back in a sec.

Who got out on the wrong side of the bed this morning?

Don't make personal comments about a patient's love-life.

I'm just trying to form a rapport. It's what nurses do.

Just stick to the basics.

You're not an expert on everyone's relationship.

Oh, and you are? Everything OK?

Yep. Of course.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

The juice worked. His BSL's up to 4.5.

Very good.

Just don't give him any more unless you absolutely have to.

OK.

Do you want a break? No, I'm fine.

How are you doing, Henry? You feeling better?

All things considered.

Yeah, well, thanks for letting us know.

That was Radiology. Apparently one of their machines has gone down.

So all CT scans have been delayed until further notice.

Great. Wouldn't want to be dying or anything.

(LAUGHS) What's the latest on your patient?

Setting up for a lumbar puncture. Oh, yeah.

Have you actually found something wrong with him?

Not yet, but... And you won't find anything, either.

Well, his clinical symptoms... No, he's lying. OK?

He didn't come here by accident.

Claire, we understand that you have issues with this patient

but we can't ignore someone who presents with those symptoms.

He knows what to say to get a bed.

We used to live together.

I'm telling you - he's using you to get to me.

Just forget it.

Do you think he's using us? I don't think so.

If he's faking he's doing a really good job.

How are you feeling, Ruth?

Don't you people listen?

I wanna go home.

I think hospital's the best place for you right now.

Well, I really don't care what you think.

Has she ever been diagnosed with depression?

Uh, not that I know of but I've had my doubts.

What's all this?

Ruth's medical files.

The way she's talking it's like she actually wants to die.

After reading this I'm amazed she didn't.

She had a fractured pelvis, femur and clavicle

encapsulated splenic contusions, not to mention the kidney damage.

Must have been some crash. She ever talk about it?

Well, in all the time I've known her she hasn't talked much at all.

What about friends or family?

Didn't anyone say anything?

No-one ever dropped in while I was there.

She's gonna need dialysis. More than likely.

She'll need a psych consult first.

Honestly, why are we bothering

to help her when she won't even help herself?

I'm sorry?

It's a waste of a bed if you ask me.

She's had a transplant

and is facing the prospect of going through that again.

A little bit of sympathy wouldn't go astray.

Alright, what's his problem?

No problem.

I'm just going to insert the needle.

You're gonna feel a little bit of pressure.

Story of my life.

So what do you do for a living?

Oh, this and that.

Truth is, I've had it pretty rough since Claire left.

You know how it is.

One thing falls apart and everything else goes with it.

You'll get back on your feet.

That's what this trip to Sydney was about.

Cheer myself up.

Seeing her... I reckon I'm gonna drive myself nuts again

wondering why it all went wrong.

She never told you?

First vial clear. Moving on to the second.

No. Never told me she was leaving. Just took off one day.

That's terrible. She could have sent you a text or something.

I thought we had a good thing going.

If she wasn't happy...

..she should've let me know and I would have done something about it.

Well, you never know.

Maybe this is fate's way of giving you a second chance.

I don't think it's a good time to talk,

given I'm having fluid sucked out of my back.

No.

OK. Last vial done.

All three look clear which is a good sign.

I'm going to send them off to Pathology just to be sure.

Now you need to lie absolutely still for a couple of hours.

You understand?

No arguments there.

Good man.

Can you dress the wound?

JIM: Alright, you lot. We're almost there. Hurry up!

Not long now, mate. How are you feeling?

A bit over it, actually. Really, you don't say.

MIKE: Jo, bit of space.

Ladder's coming up. About time.

Easy, easy.

(SCREAMS) Henry!

Henry! Bugger this!

I can't see him! Henry!

Henry!

How's he doing?

Bradycardic with ectopics and systolic of 80.

Would have been nice if he was cannulated earlier.

I'll do it now. He's still too shut down.

I'm gonna have to go straight in through the jugular.

No, wait a minute. Muffled heart sounds and a raised JVP.

What's happening? There's air trapped in his lung.

14 gauge cannula. Here.

I'm in.

OK, I'm in too.

Fluids are primed. I wanna load and go.

Deal with the rest en route. I'm coming with you.

No, you're not. Mike, he trusts me.

You're not coming. Go and get yourself cleaned up.

You too. See you both back there.

I tried giving her the Resonium and the Frusemide

but she says she doesn't want it.

She's refusing treatment?

Ruth, what's going on?

I don't want any more drugs. I just want to go home.

You can't. You have potassium and urea levels that are toxic.

You couldn't walk out even if you wanted to.

I don't want to die here. You don't have to die at all.

Just let us give you the drugs. There's no point!

It'll only lead to dialysis and then dialysis to another transplant.

We don't know that yet. Even if it does, isn't that good?

Another chance? It won't work! It doesn't matter.

The universe is sending me a pretty clear message.

Look, Ruth...

..we know that you're frightened.

But there are other things

that your specialist can look at next time round.

I told you I don't care.

Your records said that you received a kidney from an anonymous donor.

Yeah, that's right.

Now, if you do have to have another transplant

maybe you could look at a donation from a relative.

It would minimise the risk of rejection.

And there's bound to be someone in your family that's compatible.

I, um...

My Mum and my sister...

..my only niece...

..all I had...

..died in the crash.

Guess my records didn't tell you that, did they?

I killed my family.

(GROANS)

If I hear 'Werewolves of London' one more time...

You alright? Yep.

Did you think I wouldn't find you?

Maybe you wanted me to find you

otherwise you would have changed career, right?

I have to get back to work.

Claire, I want you to come home.

I'm sick. I need someone to look after me.

Get out of my way.

I told you what would happen if you left.

Have we got a problem here?

No.

He was just looking for the bathroom.

Uh-huh.

Yep. Thank you.

And, listen, you really need to update your hold music...

Never mind.

You wanna tell me why a patient who's just had a lumbar puncture

is made to walk to the toilet by himself?

What?! You heard.

Oh, I'll deal with it.

I brought the psychiatrist up to speed with your transplant patient.

I hope they have better luck with her.

Can't imagine what she's going through

living with that guilt every day.

How's that? It's fine.

Are they talking about me? Probably.

I don't want anyone's pity. I just... I just wanna die.

Fair enough.

What, no platitudes about how life is worth living

and how I owe it to those who died to fight on?

If I did say those things

I'm sure you'd tell me to shove 'em where the sun don't shine.

Probably.

So what do we talk about?

You're the one that's running out of time.

I'll let you decide.

MIKE: I'll need Resus cleared. Copy that, MRU.

IAN: My head hurts like hell. That's the lumbar puncture, mate.

The doctor did tell you to stay in bed, didn't he?

Amy, can you take Ian to bed, please, and make sure that he stays there?

Sure. Been a naughty boy, I hear.

Yeah, pain in my head's incentive enough not to do that again.

Mike called. He's on his way.

Oh, I'll clear Resus.

Thank you.

Homer, is that bloke in there one of yours?

I just got the results back on his spinal fluid.

Anything?

No, but my gut's telling me something's wrong.

Mmm. You done a CT yet? Still waiting to get him in.

You're wasting your time with Ian.

Just because your relationship with him didn't work out

doesn't mean he's faking.

Fine. Believe what you want but you're not a very astute doctor.

Claire. Let me handle her.

Just a minute. I have to get back to Triage.

Please, Claire.

You know, I think I owe you an apology.

Do you mind?

Please, sit down.

You know, I've been around long enough

to know when someone's frightened, so...

..I really should have picked it up earlier.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what you're talking about.

That patient - you know him.

Has he been threatening you?

I don't mean to pry into your private life

but the safety of my staff - all of my staff - is paramount.

So if he has been threatening you I need to know about it.

Do you want me to contact the police?

You sure? I have to deal with it myself.

So he's been violent to you before.

Did you report it?

The last time it happened I waited until he passed out

and then I ran.

Not even my family know where I am now.

And now he's here.

Hey. Oh, sorry to interrupt.

Um, Mike's arrived with his patient.

Oh, right. I'll be right there.

You sure you're alright?

Thank you.

On my three. One, two, three.

No peripheral entrance? No. We had to decompress his lungs.

I want an NG tube in and stomach pumped for theatre.

Yep. So what are we looking at?

Internal bleeding, possible laceration to the spleen,

suspected fracture to collarbone and pelvis.

Set up to intubate. I want a full trauma X-ray series and bloods.

Yep.

I'll need four units of cross-matched standing by

and plenty of fluids to make up lost time.

Yep. NG tube is ready to go.

I don't see any evidence of spinal damage or base of skull fracture

but I'd still go in orally.

Mm-hm. What do you need pumping for?

He's a diabetic. We had to give him juice.

Why the hell didn't you put dextrose in him intravenously?

I'll tell you later, Frank.

What kind of Mickey Mouse operation are you running?

(MONITOR BEEPS RAPIDLY) He's in VT.

Starting chest compression.

Adrenaline. Charging at 360.

Clear.

MIKE: And... clear.

Come on.

Back in sinus rhythm.

Good.

Want me to organise a portable?

No. I'll go to theatre via Radiology.

FRANK: I'll let them know you're travelling.

Tell them not to stuff us around, will you, please, Frank?

Set up to intubate and insert the orogastric tube now.

If I hadn't been such a waste of space out there.

Yeah, he's travelling with a surgeon. Unless you'd prefer it was me.

Ready now. Wonderful.

Hello, there. I'm Frank Campion. I'm the boss of this place.

Now, they tell me that you're a bit of a mystery man.

I guess. Mmm. Do you have any neck pain?

No. Not really. But you did before?

I presume that's why you did a lumbar puncture.

It's hard to tell what hurts and what doesn't.

Mm-hm. Breathe in.

And out.

And in.

And out.

Well, your lungs are clear. You're not a smoker?

No.

Opthalmoscope.

Here.

Now, I'm going to shine this light into your eyes.

Try not to blink.

Uh-huh.

Straight ahead.

What about alcohol? Do you like a drink?

Claire tell you that?

No. Your swollen optical discs told me that.

Got bleeding optical nerves. Could be CVST.

Could be. CVST - what's that?

Your liver's overloaded and it's throwing off blood clots.

That's usually precipitated by a significant binge or three.

You got one helluva hangover.

I told you - I had a rough trot when Claire left.

Maybe I hit the bottle a bit.

Get a CT to confirm the diagnosis.

Prep him for transfer. I'll be right back.

Frank, I'm sorry.

I swear I took his history. He gave no indication he was a drinker.

They never do. You keep a close eye on him.

Yeah, of course.

If he goes anywhere, I want to know about it.

Transferred, discharged, whatever. I want to know.

Am I clear? Yeah.

CHARLOTTE: Dr Beaumont for Dr Martin.

Have you talked her round yet?

I didn't know I was meant to be trying.

Good a way as any to pass the time.

Then the answer's no.

If I even hint at the word 'dialysis',

she shuts the conversation down.

But I have found out

she's got an encyclopaedic knowledge of pop music.

It would be a tragedy to lose that. Tell me about it.

Alright. We'll let you know how she goes.

That was the renal specialist.

Ruth's most recent biopsy confirms

that she has severe chronic allograft nephropathy.

Not good.

No.

Shall we?

The full battalion's here. It must be bad news.

Ruth, we don't have time to waste.

Your recent biopsy, plus your blood results from today

tell us that your kidney is failing.

I told you I don't want dialysis.

No dialysis, and you'll die.

And, believe me, it's not a pleasant death.

Your body's poisoning itself. It's slow and it's excruciating.

Then that's my punishment.

The universe is telling me it's time to be with the rest of my family.

I get why you don't want anyone's pity -

you've already got buckets of your own.

Adam...

Don't you care that people are trying to help you?

I never asked them to.

Don't you care that you've got another chance?

A chance that, may I add, not everyone gets.

I can handle this, thank you, Dr Rossi.

It's alright. I'm going. Let her die. It's what she wants.

That went well.

She's intent on killing herself. What's the point?

So, anyone who comes in here with no self-worth

deserves a kick in the guts by you?

You've got to be strong to survive.

She's got nothing left. There's stuff-all we can do.

No. We have to give her back her dignity.

Give her something to fight for.

Or we can accept her decision and let it go.

You and your ego. You are so bloody vain.

Piss off, Von.

Why were you a locum for so long?

I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Because it's easier for you to whinge about what might have happened

rather than trying something and failing.

This girl, she's got fail written all over her.

I remember a boy who did his best to sabotage his exams,

because deep down he didn't really believe that he deserved to pass.

(CHUCKLES)

Hey! Good timing. I was just looking for you.

Well, you found me. You got any plans tonight?

I thought maybe we could watch a movie or something.

I'd like that. Cool.

So, what did you want to watch?

Who's that guy with Claire?

That's Steve, one of the guys from the Medical Response Unit.

Bit of an action man? Does he have anything going on with Claire?

Not that I know of.

I'll pick you up around seven.

You were right. CVST.

Oh, yeah. The guy's lucky you caught it.

No, he was lucky to have a doctor who was prepared to go with his gut

until he found out what was wrong.

Well, these symptoms are genuine, but I'm not sure I trust him.

Neither do I.

AMY: There you go.

How's your headache?

Bad.

Have you got something to tell me?

The CT confirmed the diagnosis.

I'm going to start you on a heparin infusion.

It'll thin your blood. Prevent you from having a stroke.

This CVST - is it a permanent thing?

No, but you will have to cut back on the alcohol.

Follow up with your doctor in Perth.

Can you help me with the infusion?

Sure.

Hey... Hmm.

Thanks.

Just doing my job.

Don't you go anywhere. I'll be back in a tick.

So what do you need?

I need you to be a bit more careful around him.

What do you mean? Just don't be too friendly.

So now you care? You've been avoiding me like the plague all day.

I've been thinking about what you said.

I've been using you. You're right.

I never said I minded.

Well, I do. I'm not comfortable being that sort of guy.

Oh.

Ian Kingsley, codeine phosphate, 25mg.

Taking one, leaving three.

And standard heparin infusion, 25,000 units in normal saline.

I'm very sorry if I hurt you.

It won't happen again.

OK. OK.

Where's your patient? You're joking.

We were just getting his medication.

He's done a runner. His clothes are gone.

Where is he? I don't know.

Oh, my God.

Give us a look. Come on. I'm fine.

There's heavy-duty gloves in the back of the 4WD for exactly this reason.

Now you tell me. Ow!

Keep still, you big baby.

It hurts.

Don't make me intubate you.

(LAUGHS)

What's wrong? He's out there. He's waiting for me.

Who is? I have to get out of here.

I don't have my car. I've got to leave now.

Slow down. Who are you talking about?

My ex. He found me, and I don't know what to do.

It's OK. No-one's going to hurt you.

The palliative care unit will have a bed for you in the next 24 hours.

I told you I'd like to go home.

We can't stop you, but it's going to be tough, Ruth. Especially...

Without any family around?

I'm sure I won't be the first person to die alone.

You're not going to die, because you're going to have the dialysis.

No, I'm not.

Me and my self-pity have made a choice.

You really think you were meant to die in that crash?

Yes.

Then why didn't you? You tell me.

Why did you get a donor kidney when so many others die waiting?

To torture me just that bit longer?

Why did Von find you this morning and bring you in here

so all these people can work their butts off trying to save you?

You keep talking about messages from the universe.

Well, that's a lot of messages you're ignoring.

I'm not asking you to save me.

I've never asked for it, either.

But help always comes from the strangest of places.

I'm tired.

I can't do it anymore.

Just take the next step. That's all.

What happens if I go on dialysis and then I don't get another kidney?

You tried. And life is in the trying.

You really think your family would want you to give up?

Come on.

That head of music trivia has got to be good for something.

Pub quizzes on a Wednesday night.

I should live for a pub quiz?

It's as good a reason as any.

Hey. Hey.

How's Henry?

We managed to repair a laceration to his spleen.

So that should, along with a few broken bones,

keep him on his back for a while but he'll pull through alright.

That's great. Yeah.

He's in ICU surrounded by a very large, very loud family.

Not sure it's entirely the ideal thing for his recovery.

Well, it's better than having no-one, I guess.

Hmm.

Steve around?

No. He's left.

See, now I can bloody do it.

You mean, why couldn't you do it before?

Yeah. I mean, I cannulate people all the time.

But under those circumstances,

I don't think anybody could have done it, really.

You or Steve could've gone in through the jugular.

Maybe.

On the other hand, we might've been swinging around so much

on that trapeze thing that we wouldn't have had a hope in hell.

Of course, I could teach you how to access the jugular.

Yeah? That'd be great.

She's ready to go for dialysis.

Then I'll get onto ICU.

Nice work, doctor. Ta.

Hey.

I am not vain.

Of course not. I'm not.

That was a cheap shot.

I'm not.

Listen, I know you're scared, but you can't just keep running.

Just stay and fight the bastard.

I don't have the strength to fight, OK?

Where are you going to go?

He's found you once. You don't think he will again?

You're going to have to face up to him sometime, Claire.

No, I don't.

What about your life here?

Your job, your friends.

I know you've been happy these last few months.

I don't want you to go.

I don't want to go either.

It's OK. It's OK.

(STARTS ENGINE)