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(SIREN WAILS)

High-voltage cables. Yeah.

Hey. Hi.

What have we got? This is Jason.

23-year-old passenger

who was thrown from the vehicle after receiving an electric shock.

Possible head and neck injuries sustained in the fall.

Any sign of consciousness? No. Not since we've been here.

Burns to the hand and chest.

Could indicate cardiac damage. Do we know what happened?

The driver reckons he was thrown trying to get out of the truck.

He must have clipped the cable when he opened the door.

What's the driver's status?

He's complaining of tightness in his chest.

We've told him to stay in the truck. His name's Terry.

We need to get these cables under control as soon as we can.

Anyone been onto the electricity company?

I called them but they couldn't give us an ETA.

Are you gonna be alright here? Yeah.

OK. I'll be back.

(SPARKS HISS)

Terry, hi. My name is Mike.

I'm from the Medical Response Unit. Is Jason OK?

He's being taken care of. Tell me about your chest pain.

It's not too bad.

Have you had an electric shock at all?

No. I told Jase to get out to see what we hit.

The one time the little bastard did what he was told.

It was like an explosion hit him, the way he flew back.

I want you to stay there. Don't move.

And don't touch anything until we get to you, alright?

I wasn't planning to.

Just make sure they look after my mate.

Sure. (BREATHES DEEPLY)

Dr Campion, I've got a patient that I need...

Give him to Rossi. Rossi?

Right this way.

Are you sure you don't want me to get you a wheelchair?

Nah. I made it this far.

MIKE: (OVER RADIO) MRU 4 to Emergency.

What, Vlasek?

We'll be bringing in a 23-year-old male.

Unconscious and suffering from burns.

He was thrown from a truck after he got an electric shock.

Yeah, yeah. Electric shock. Got it.

Just making sure Resus is on stand-by.

Alright? Yep.

It's one patient. I'm sure we can cope.

Life treating you well today, eh? Rack off, Vlasek.

What are you gawping at? You heard the man. Prep Resus.

Yes, sir!

ROSSI: When did you first notice it?

Maybe a week ago.

A week?

Yeah.

Just looked like a scab at first but now...

Should I have come in sooner?

Yeah, it might have been a good idea.

Heart rate is 80. BP is 128 over 70.

OK, I've been meaning to exercise some more.

That's normal, Cameron. Yeah, I knew that.

(CHUCKLES)

But he is slightly febrile. 37.3.

Do you smoke or drink?

Drink? Of course.

But I've been a student for eight years. Can't afford to smoke.

Are you diabetic? No.

But I felt like I've been in a diabetic coma in my arts lectures.

(CHUCKLES) OK, I'd still like to do a BSL.

And let's get full bloods, FBC, EUC, coags and cultures.

Not needles! I just thought you'd give me antibiotics and send me home.

You know, so you could have the bed.

I will - as soon as I know it's not something more serious.

Great.

I had to get the conscientious doctor.

(SPARKS HISS)

Is your chest pain getting worse? (BREATHES HEAVILY)

I forgot to take my blasted pills!

Are you taking angina medication?

I keep them in the glove box. I can reach 'em.

Don't! Don't. Don't touch anything metal.

The whole truck's still electrified. Oh, shit!

BREE: He's having a seizure.

5mg of diazepam. Yeah. Got it.

Is it from the electric shock?

Or a bleed on the brain. Either way, we need to move him now.

What the hell's going on?

I'll be right back.

He's having a seizure, Terry.

It's not uncommon with these kind of injuries.

If he dies, I'll never forgive myself.

Trust me - he's got the best people working on him.

(GRUNTS)

Try and take some deep breaths. See if the pain subsides.

It could be just an anxiety attack.

(GRUNTS) Good man.

Heart rate's stabilised. OK, let's get him moving.

Will you be OK on your own? Yeah. Go, go.

Thanks, boys. You're wonderful.

Ooh, so strong! (CHUCKLES)

Now, if I was just 10 years younger...

(LAUGHS) ..who knows?

Maggie, this is Dr Beaumont. Hello, Maggie.

What's brought you to us today?

I'm having trouble breathing and I'm itchy all over.

I'm gonna break out in a rash any minute, I know it.

How long's this been going on? Oh, er... years.

So, it's an ongoing condition?

I don't know what it is. No-one can tell me.

This latest episode hit

when my neighbour had his apartment sprayed for bugs.

Right. So the chemicals set you off.

You bet!

It could be an allergic reaction. (BREATHES HEAVILY)

And is it just pesticides or...?

Oh, no, it's car fumes and paint

and cleaning products

and alcohol and coffee - my two favourite things in the world.

And you reckon I go round looking like this

if make-up wasn't the worst offender?

Alright, well, let's just pop this mask on.

We'll run a few tests and see if we can't get to the bottom of this.

In the meantime, you just try and relax.

I'll relax when you can tell me what's wrong with me.

Well, you just keep that mask on and we will be right back.

(MUTTERS) For someone with breathing difficulties,

she doesn't have any trouble talking.

(SIREN WAILS)

Hey, where's Jo today?

Completing her water rescue course.

Sounds like a bit of fun. Maybe I should become a specialist paramedic.

You've been thinking about it?

Not really but I like the sound of it.

Specialist paramedic.

Hey! (GRUNTS) He's having another seizure.

Here. 5mg diazepam... going in.

Could you give up all this?

Jason Barnes. 23 years old.

Received an electric shock from a high-voltage cable.

He's hypertensive and tachycardic with possible head and neck injuries

as a result of being thrown from a truck.

STEVE: Two seizures, one en route.

We've given him 10mg diazepam and 5mg morphine.

Hand to hand pathway across the chest.

Suggests cardiac damage.

That was Mike's assessment as well. Really?

BART: Alright. On my count.

One, two, three.

Right, I want a full set of bloods.

Get an IDC inserted and a urinalysis.

We'll do an ECG first. Start him on Lasix.

We need a head CT, full spinal series.

OK.

Want me to call Radiology?

I think I can manage a phone call.

Fine.

We've got to get moving anyway. Ready to travel?

Yeah, I'm good to go. Good luck, guys.

Thanks. We are gonna need it.

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

Bloods are ready to go

and his BSL was 7.4.

That's getting up there, isn't it?

It's OK. I'd still like to do a fasting plasma-glucose test.

Fasting? For how long?

Eight hours, I'm afraid.

It will give us some time to run all the tests.

Makes me wish I was in a lecture.

(CHUCKLES) Can you do a swab for me?

Sure.

Oh, I'll take those.

Just call me if you need me, hey? OK.

You know, if you're missing any lectures at uni,

we can get you a medical certificate.

Um, I'm actually not enrolled this semester.

Hmm?

I mean, I should be

but I spent the money on a trip to visit my old flatmate, Sally.

Romantic visit?

Well, sort of.

She used to be my best friend.

It wasn't until she was gone

that I realised I wanted us to be something more.

So I thought I'd tell her that.

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS) Oh, that's gross.

It's just a bit of pus.

Adam! I think I'm gonna spew.

Adam. (RETCHES)

Here, here.

OK.

We're not dealing with your garden variety infection here.

You think?

Is this your first admission?

(CHUCKLES)

No, I'm what you girls call a 'frequent flyer'.

I'm sorry. I don't recognise you.

Oh, not here. Over at Saint Angela's.

Right.

Well, I'll call them and get your records sent over.

Your oxygen sats have improved and...

..no rash.

I'm heading for a big one, I know it.

Your previous admissions, have they been for the same thing?

Yeah. Er, p-pretty much.

They all started when I lived above my pub.

Have you owned a pub?

Oh, well, managed one.

That must have been fun. Hard work is what it was.

16 years of it.

Huh.

Best years of my life.

So, what happened?

The owners decided to paint the place

and they used enamel paint on practically everything.

All those fumes. It's a wonder I'm not dead!

And you'd never had a reaction before that?

No. I've had plenty since, though.

And when I started to react to beer, well, that was that.

Goodbye, pub.

Hello, one-bedroom flat.

But anyway, I don't think the people over at Saint Angela's

would be able to tell you much.

The useless pack of...

Sorry.

It's just...

They keep saying there's nothing wrong with me!

Hey. Hey.

Is everything OK? Yeah.

You've hardly said a word to me all day.

Oh, I know. I've been really busy.

Bart, we need you in Resus. Yeah, I'm coming.

Claire, can you sort out that urinalysis?

BP's falling. 80 over 50.

The ECG's clear. It could be pressure on the inferior vena cava.

Possibly. We've got to watch out for clotting.

Can we give him...?

Can you add 1mg of Aramine to the IV fluid?

Sorry, Frank. No, no. Go ahead.

I'll do that.

And we need to push the fluids through.

OK, we've got another problem.

The urine's brown. His kidneys are failing.

Let's get on top of it. We'll lose him.

Gee, thanks for stating the bleeding obvious, Homer.

(SIREN WAILS) Still no word on Jase?

Not yet, no. But just try to stay focused, Terry.

I really need to know your heart rate.

I keep losing count.

How's the pain? Is it dull or sharp?

Er... dull.

It seems to be moving down my arm.

Do you think it's a heart attack?

Just try and concentrate on your breathing for me.

We'll have you out of here in no time, OK?

How's Jason?

He had another seizure in the ambulance.

They were still assessing him when we left.

Phew.

That's not what Terry wants to hear.

How's he going? His angina's getting worse.

We got an ETA on the electricity company yet?

"On their way." OK. What about medication?

Yeah, but it's in the glove box.

That'd be a safe place to keep it -

unless, of course, you've got 33,000 volts passing through the vehicle.

Yeah. The slightest shock would be fatal in his condition.

We've got beta-blockers in the kit.

How the hell are we gonna get them to him?

A bit of a MacGyver, aren't you? I do my best.

Beta-blockers and oxygen are ready.

We need to stretch the tube,

keep the cylinder as far away from the truck as possible.

Are you sure about all this?

If anything happens, you're there ready to resuscitate me.

Hmm! Let's do it.

Here we go, Terry. You just need to listen to Steve, alright?

OK.

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Just try and concentrate on your breathing for me.

OK, grab the bag, mate.

(GRUNTS)

Oh, bugger!

Don't touch it, Terry! (PANTS)

I'll get some more.

Steve, look out!

Does that hurt? What hurts is we did it for nothing.

How about that? Does that hurt? It's fine. Just a couple of bruises.

Where are you going?

To find out why these cable jockeys have taken so bloody long.

Alright. Play nice.

I need them pills.

(PANTS) I can reach them.

No. Terry, no.

The floor of the truck is metal. It's too big a risk.

Oh, bloody hell!

(PANTS) What's happening with Jase?

I promise I'll let you know as soon as I find out.

Now, I want you to try and take your pulse again for me.

(PANTS) Come on, Terry. That's it.

Is is slower than it was before?

I... I can't tell.

OK. Electricity company's here. We'll have you out of there soon.

STEVE: So, how long's it gonna take?

We've gotta get up there, find out which grid's powering it

then radio back to base who'll send a mobile unit out to the substation.

Were you listening? The guy in the truck's got a heart condition.

Yeah, I was. So, now YOU listen.

Dealing with high-voltage cables is serious business.

The job will take as long as it takes.

This guy dies because of bureaucratic red tape, I'll come looking for you.

Have you got a leash for this one? We're taking care of our patient.

Then get him off my back and let me do my job!

C spine's clear. The hard collar can come off.

Should make the intubation easier. Thanks for that. I have done a few.

I didn't mean to... Come on. Sux and thio.

Going in now. Mike's on the radio.

Wants an update on the patient's status.

How does his status bloody well look? Alright, I'll tell him.

ET tube.

I want a 7.5. Well, you didn't ask for a 7.5.

I'm bloody well asking for one now.

Are you OK?

You shouldn't be feeling any pain 'cause of the local anaesthetic.

I just feel like a leper. All that flesh falling off.

Well, it's not that much, really.

(CHUCKLES) Thanks.

But you're not very convincing.

I think that's about it for now.

This is just a Betadine bandage.

Will I lose my leg?

If the infection keeps spreading,

you might be looking at a surgical debridement which is where we...

Yeah, I know what it is.

I took first-year medical science.

Flirted with the idea of being a doctor for, like, a nanosecond.

Didn't want to spend your days with pus-filled wounds, huh?

Actually, I dropped out so I could take social anthropology with Sally.

Who's Sally?

Sally's his ex-flatmate.

He's just told her how he really feels about her.

Actually, I... (GRUNTS)

..I didn't end up telling her.

Why not?

I had to divert from the script when a beefy footballer answered the door.

Housemate or boyfriend?

Both.

I should've told her I loved her before she moved away.

Why do guys always want to stuff up a good thing

with this talk about love?

(PANTS)

I thought that's what girls wanted. No.

You can get way too serious about these sorts of things.

The electricity company doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry.

Is there anyone you'd like us to call?

My wife, Dianne, is at work.

OK. What's her number? (BREATHES HEAVILY)

I don't want to worry her.

Don't you think she'd want to know what's happened?

She's such a good woman.

(PANTS)

I mean, shit, we've had our ups and downs, you know, but...

..every time I come back from a long-haul trip,

it's like we're newlyweds again, you know?

Not really.

She's been waiting for that phone call for five years.

(PANTS) "Your husband's had a fatal heart attack."

Is that when you were diagnosed? Five years ago?

Yeah.

I was only 37.

Hey, stick with us. Won't be long now.

Yeah, so you keep saying.

Urine confirms the myoglobinuria. Indicative of rhabdomyolysis.

Not surprising after an electric shock.

Prep him for transfer. He'll need to go to ICU for immediate dialysis.

I want a central line. Start him on mannitol.

Are you contradicting my orders again?

No, of course not. Good.

Because last time I looked, I was the Director of Emergency Medicine.

I've had enough medical training to have a valid opinion.

So you may think, Dr West.

So... what do you want me to do?

Do you have to be told twice? No, but...

Do what the Boy Wonder says.

Put in a central line. Start him on mannitol.

I don't suppose anyone's contacted his next of kin?

I'm not sure. I haven't had a chance.

I have to do everything my bloody self.

So St Angela's confirmed she was a regular?

And they cannot find any underlying condition.

Off the record?

They think she's a lonely woman

who throws a turn every time she wants some company.

Well, her pathology's not giving me anything to contradict that.

There's a patient in Resus who's listed as critical.

I realise that.

Why haven't you contacted his next of kin?

I've been trying, now that you've asked so nicely.

Then try harder, because he's got Buckley's of surviving

and it might be nice if there was someone around

who gave a rat's about him!

What has got his knickers in a twist?!

He's been like that for weeks.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

Electricity company can't even give us an estimate at this stage.

That's ridiculous. He's deteriorating rapidly.

I rigged up another pole. We haven't got time.

Terry... has the ignition key got a plastic sleeve?

(PANTS)

Yeah. Why?

OK. I want you to start up the truck.

What?! It's our best option. Stay with me.

I'll get electrocuted!

No, you won't, as long as you don't touch anything metal

and you don't try to get out of the truck.

I want you to start up the ignition,

put the truck into gear

and then accelerate away from the cable.

No way! No bloody way!

Come on, Terry. You can do it.

Those Cameron's results?

Just some bloods. Confirms there's an infection.

(LAUGHS) Well, that's pretty bloody obvious.

Still waiting on the swab.

Hopefully that'll give us something more definitive.

You after something?

Yeah, I'm just looking for Jason's file to take up to ICU.

There it is.

We really need to talk.

Yeah-no, I can't. I'm really busy.

Later, OK? Yep.

Hey.

Trouble in paradise?

He told me he loved me.

Isn't that a good thing?

I better get rid of this stuff.

Oh... Don't even bother.

I don't want to talk about it. Yeah, I got that.

You almost pulled a hamstring back there, trying to get away from Bart.

Was it that obvious?

Yep.

So what's your plan?

Avoid having anything to do with him until... when?

Until I can figure out what to say.

Why is this such a big deal?

Because if I'd announced that I was in love with him,

I'd be waiting for him to say it back.

And you haven't said it back?

I don't know if I do.

Love him, I mean.

I like him. I really like him a lot.

And we've had a wicked time together and the sex is great...

OK, OK. Too much information.

But love?

That's full-on.

That's terrifying.

Then be honest with him.

Tell him how you're feeling but don't leave him hanging, Amy.

Not if you care about him at all.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) (ENGINE STARTS)

Is it in gear? Yeah.

Good man.

Hey! What the hell are you doing?!

I'll keep the cable guy busy. You get the ambo trolley.

He'll die if we wait for you to finish. Let us do our job.

Alright?

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

Alright, Terry. Accelerate. Go!

This is stuffed. I can't do it.

Hesitation's only gonna make it worse.

You've gotta just put your foot down. That's easy for you to say.

Yeah, I know it is.

But maybe it's time you just took a chance.

You're right.

This one's for Jase.

You did it, Terry! Well done, mate.

(DEFIBRILLATOR CHARGES)

Clear!

Come on, Terry.

He's back in sinus rhythm. Thank God.

Let's load and go.

Alright, central line's in. I'm gonna check that when we get to Radiology.

Mannitol's up and running. How's his urine output?

It's increased, but still dark.

Well, hopefully that'll clear. Systolic BP's holding at 110.

And I've given him four milligrams of noradrenaline.

Good. Good.

Mike's on his way in with the second patient from the factory,

who's had a heart attack.

We're good to go.

OK. I'll prep him for transfer. Thank you.

Boss, you got a second?

Frank! I'm having trouble with a diagnosis.

Do you mind if I run a few symptoms past you?

If you must.

Male, mid-20s. White blood cell count slightly elevated.

But his ESR is normal and so is his blood pressure.

Frank? Are you even listening to me?

Oh, give it here.

It's a bloody ulcer. You don't need me to hold your hand on that.

Oh, I'm sorry. I thought I was consulting with a colleague.

Maybe I should talk to someone else.

That's a good idea. Maybe you can find a first-year medical student.

Yes. But please, just drive carefully.

I've told Jason's family to go straight to ICU.

Thanks.

What the hell is wrong with Frank?

What's he done now?

I just tried to run a patient's case notes past him

and he pretty much told me to piss off.

I don't know what his problem is, but I am over it.

You don't suppose he's sick?

What makes you say that? Mood swings.

Anger one minute, gloom the next.

He's not well.

Last round of obs on Maggie Brooks were all normal.

Can you prepare the discharge papers for me, please?

Yes. Have you spoken to Frank?

No. Why?

He just had a go at Adam outside

and Bart seems to think he's covering some sort of illness.

Leave it with me.

How long are you gonna keep taking your frustrations out on your staff?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't realise my job was to mollycoddle a bunch of babies.

They are doing their jobs. A bit too well.

What's that supposed to mean?

You've got the department under control.

And I thought you'd be happy with that.

Yeah, but nobody needs me anymore.

Even Homer's contradicting my orders.

Well, if he is, you pull him up.

I would... if he was making bad decisions.

Maybe you just need some time away from this place.

Book a holiday or something.

(SCOFFS) What the hell would I do on a holiday?

Read a book. Do nothing at all.

If that's what it takes to get your perspective back.

There's nothing wrong with my perspective.

So if you don't mind, rack off!

You got an ED to run.

Frank... Go on. Get.

Terry Jones, 42 years old. Suspected myocardial infarction.

Jase... Where's Jase?

The ECG's on stand-by

and I've already put in a call to the cardiac unit.

Roll him back on three. One, two, three.

Slide it in.

And on three.

One, two, three.

He's hypertensive and tachycardic.

I need to know how Jase... He's in intensive care.

But he's stable, which is a good sign, OK?

That's good news. He's got too much to do to check out now.

Can you ring Dianne now, please?

Tell her it's the heart attack call she's been dreading.

Yeah.

But I survived.

I bloody well survived.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

O2 sats are dropping. We'll need to intubate.

Size 8 tube.

Hey! Hey. Sorry, Dr Campion.

I'm in. Nice work.

Set up for an arterial line. I'll get on to the cath lab.

Make sure they know he has an anteroseptal infarct

and needs an urgent stent.

I'll go phone his wife. Yep.

You wanna send me home?

Well, your bloods are all normal and your chest X-ray's clear

and your oxygen levels responded well to treatment.

At this stage, I can't find anything wrong with you.

VON: Discharge papers to sign.

You haven't solved the problem!

Nobody ever solves the problem.

I'm not crazy! We're not saying that you are.

That's exactly what you're saying.

Maggie, it's just we can't find the underlying cause.

I told you, it was the paint.

And now it's all chemicals? That's right.

Do you think that I would've left that pub if I'd had a choice?

That place was my whole life.

It would've been very hard for you.

You bet.

Seven days a week, I worked there. Day and night.

I knew all the punters by name.

Saw a lot of them through some tough times as well.

They were the closest thing I've ever had to family.

After you left the pub,

these punters -

did any of them come to visit you?

People move on.

Have you ever considered talking to a counsellor?

Oh, you don't think the doctors at St Angela's

didn't try to shove me off onto some shrink?

Oh, Maggie, what are you doing? You want to discharge me. Fine.

I'll just get right out of your hair.

No, I'd like you to calm down.

We can talk about this. "Oh, no. It's all in your mind.

"You're just imagining it all."

Yes, well, thanks very much for your help.

And next time I'm just going to ask the ambulance boys...

..to take me somewhere else. Maggie.

(GASPS) Hey.

Oh, no! Maggie!

What happened?! Reaction to the cleaning fluid.

Get that out of here. Now!

Her throat and tongue are swollen. She's in anaphylaxis.

Crash cart now. Yep.

(GASPS FOR AIR) Come on.

I've had a bad feeling all day. I knew something wasn't right.

But you say Terry's OK? He survived the heart attack?

He's in a stable condition, yeah.

And Jason? He's recovering in ICU.

Oh, my God! What are all those tubes?

Claire, could you give us a second, please?

Of course.

Oh, darl. You've really done a number on yourself.

He reversed the truck into a powerline?

Yep. Typical.

He drives across two States without a problem

and then has an accident round the corner from our house.

When will he wake up/

Could be a while yet.

We've still got a fair bit to do for him down here

before we move him upstairs

but you're welcome to sit with him, if you'd like.

That would be great. Thank you.

For everything.

Not a problem.

Did he tell you why?

Hey.

I've gotta go. OK.

Hey, how's Terry?

Stable. His wife's with him.

That's good.

Who was on the phone?

The police. What did they want?

To tell me that Ian dropped the assault charges.

Whoa... what assault charges?

Exactly how serious was this fight between you two?

Doesn't matter now, Claire.

Were you going to tell me you'd been arrested?

Of course I was. When?

The fact that Ian's dropped his charges so quickly is a good sign.

He knows he's lost. It's over.

For you, maybe. I still have a court case to get through.

I know.

But at least he's gonna be behind bars for a long time.

He won't be able to hurt you anymore, Claire.

No more secrets, Steve. OK?

This is never gonna work if we're not honest with each other.

I have to get back to Resus.

Her airway's cleared and her oxygen sats are up.

So cancel the discharge papers, then.

Whatever the cause, that response was definitely physiological.

Mmm.

Allergy clinic. Oh, thanks.

Er...

Listen, if you're needed in Resus, I'll look after Maggie.

Thanks, Von.

If you could check that out and call me straight back?

Thank you. 'Bye.

Why don't you come over for dinner tonight?

Zac misses you. Does he?

Of course he does.

Give him a big hug from me.

Just for an hour. No, no.

Thanks for the invitation but I think I'll go home.

TPA going in.

Hopefully that'll remove the clot. A clot?!

No-one's said anything about a clot!

There's still quite a bit to do for him here.

So if you'd rather wait outside... I'm not going anywhere!

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try not to get in your hair.

Thanks.

He'll need an infusion of noradrenaline.

And get onto the cath lab.

I'll tell them to find space for Terry, or else.

I'll also organise that chest X-ray

to check the placement of the central line.

No time. We'll need to attach him to the central venous pressure monitor.

Check the waveform. OK.

(MONITOR BEEPS) He's crashing!

What does that mean? What the hell's going on?!

Dianne, we need you to wait outside. You said he was alright!

You said he'd be OK! Dianne!

Charge to 360. 1mg of adrenaline IV.

Charging.

1mg going in. What the hell are you doing to him?

You'll feel much better if you wait outside.

I'll feel better when I know my husband's alright.

Charged to 360. Clear!

(MONITOR BEEPS) No change.

Charging to 360 again. Come on, Terry. Don't give up on us now.

Charged to 360. Clear!

Found out what's wrong with me yet?

Alright. We need to go back to square one.

What else can you tell me about your recent activities?

Standard three drinks a day. Chips and gravy for lunch.

No sex.

Unless, of course, self-love counts.

(LAUGHS)

Did anything out of the ordinary happen

when you went to visit your ex-flatmate?

(SIGHS) We went on a boat trip.

Man, did I puke up my guts that day!

A walk through the Daintree. You see, Sally's a nature freak.

Did you notice the infection before you went to the Daintree?

I don't think so.

But then again, I don't have the legs for shorts,

so I can't say I spent much time looking.

Let's do another swab.

I'll let Pathology know we've opened up the field

to a ton of new possibilities.

Another swab?

Yeah.

Hey, I'm not exactly doing cartwheels about it either.

Ooh.

Oh. Must've drifted off.

Not surprisingly. You gave us quite a scare.

I hate to say, "I told you so."

Have the reactions been that bad before?

(SIGHS) They've been getting worse.

CHARLOTTE: How are we going?

Right. Well, BP is 135/80 and sats are at 95%.

I suppose you're still gonna tell me it's all in my head.

I've been speaking to a colleague at the allergy clinic

and I might have a possible diagnosis.

Fits your history and it accounts for all your symptoms.

Well, come on, love - spit it out.

I'm not getting any younger, you know?

Multiple chemical sensitivity syndrome.

Oh. Well, you had me until you got to the syndrome bit.

Makes it sound like some sort of mental disease.

There is a psychological element to the illness

that needs to be recognised and treated concurrently.

I told you I am NOT crazy.

And I told you nobody thinks you are.

But some people who suffer the physical symptoms of the syndrome

also suffer from depression.

And that is nothing to be ashamed of.

That's easy for you to say. You live on your own?

With no family, no friends, and no-one to come and visit?

This could be the answer you're looking for.

Don't you want your old life back?

That pub was all I had and now it's gone, I've got nothing.

I can't be depressed.

I'm just not that sort of person.

I'm not.

(MONITOR FLATLINES)

Time of death - 4:16pm.

I'll tell his wife.

Uh, no. I'll do it.

He was only 42.

Jason came in with all his systems failing from the electric shock.

We saved him. We should've been able to do the same for Terry.

We did what we could but once the heart's compromised...

Yeah, I know all the medical, Bart.

I just think that... I don't know.

Sometimes it just doesn't make any sense.

Some days it doesn't make any sense to me either.

Don't say it. Don't you dare say it.

Should we go somewhere more private?

I don't wanna go anywhere. I want you to tell me my husband's alright.

Dianne...

..I'm sorry.

No. Oh, no.

He put up a strong fight.

I always expected his heart to pack up

but it doesn't make it any easier when...

It's impossible to prepare yourself for something like this.

We've got so many plans. He still hasn't fixed up the backyard.

We're supposed to go and see his parents next weekend.

What am I going to do about that?

You don't have to do anything right now.

Good. Because at this point, I'm struggling just to breathe.

We've found a bed for you up on the ward.

Oh, that really isn't necessary, love.

Yes, it is.

Another reaction like the one you've had, and you're in big trouble.

We need to keep an eye on you for the next 24 hours at least.

Making me a captive audience for the shrink isn't a bad idea either, eh?

A counsellor will only assess you if you consent to it.

You really think I've got this chemical sensitivity syndrome thing?

It's highly possible.

And you can't keep going the way you have been. Nobody could.

Oh, it'd be nice to get my old life again.

Have a beer and splash on a bit of make-up.

(LAUGHS)

Well, you better tell the head doctor that I love a chat.

Maggie, I think they'll work that out.

Look, thank you. Both of you.

And I really mean it this time.

Alright. Get outta here. We'll let them know you're on your way.

He was trapped inside the vehicle for quite some time.

There were live cables all around it, which prevented him from getting out.

Couldn't the electricity company get rid of the cables?

Not in time. No.

He must have been so scared.

Did he take his angina medication?

It was in the glove box, which was electrified.

My partner tried to pass him some tablets from our kit,

but one of the cables broke free and he was nearly electrocuted.

But he's alright? Your partner?

Yes, he is.

So glad to hear it. And then what?

I asked Terry to drive free from the cables.

And that was a fair while after he backed into the pole?

Yes.

In the meantime,

my husband was getting closer and closer to a heart attack.

We had to exhaust the less hazardous options first.

Less hazardous for who?

Dianne, I...

So Jason tried to get out of the truck.

Now he's recovering in ICU.

You told Terry to stay in the truck. And he's dead.

Yes, but...

If you had've got him out sooner, he could still be alive.

Just know that somebody is going to swing for this.

Whether it's you or the friggin' electricity company,

I don't care.

Someone will pay for my husband's death.

Now piss off and give me a chance to say goodbye.

(MONITOR BEEPS)

Steve said I might find you here.

Rough day?

Oh, isn't every day? Mmm.

You know your problem? You never admit that you've got a problem.

So how was your day?

Good. Got winched into freezing cold water a dozen times.

You would've loved it.

Is he gonna be OK?

Yeah. Yeah, he is.

Sorry about his mate. (SIGHS)

His wife was right.

I should've told him to drive away from the cables sooner. I...

Well, from what Steve said, you did everything that you could.

Sometimes I think it was better off when I spent all day in surgery.

Didn't have to talk to my patients then, let alone their families.

Don't you dare regret setting up the MRU.

It's the best thing that you ever did.

"Daintree ulcer." At least it sounds exotic.

It's a skin infection caused by bacteria.

Possums and koalas are also susceptible to it.

(LAUGHS) Wow. You know, knowing that makes me feel so much better.

It should. Now we know what it is, we can treat it.

With antibiotics?

And surgery.

Surgery?

Is that really necessary?

I wouldn't be recommending it if it wasn't necessary.

Then I guess I don't have a choice.

How's his blood pressure?

Oh, it'll be high. I can feel my heart pounding.

You know, I might be having an anxiety attack.

Still normal.

Maybe you're not such a wuss after all.

Still not brave enough to tell Sally how I feel.

Why is such a big deal telling a girl that you love her?

Where do I start?

The prospect of humiliation.

Especially that pause

while she tries to figure out a polite way to let you down.

Yeah. Or she doesn't say anything and just avoids you.

That'd be the worst.

Have you seen Frank? He's already left.

He never goes home early. No. He doesn't.

Can we have that chat now?

Sure. Why don't we go somewhere more private?

OK, so I know you really put yourself out there

when you told me that you love me.

And I really should've given you an answer straightaway,

but the truth is I don't know what my answer is.

Stop. I wasn't expecting an answer.

That's not what I wanted to talk about.

It's not? No. I'm worried about Frank.

Oh.

Everyone is. How's he been at home?

OK.

Well, has he been moody or anything?

(SIGHS) He's been keeping to himself mostly.

Now that you mention it,

he hasn't yelled at me to turn my music down for weeks.

Is he sleeping, eating OK?

You think something's wrong? I don't know what to think.

Is he sick? I don't...

I'm not sure.

(DOOR OPENS)

Uncle Frank, home? No.

Thought you might like to join us for dinner.

Got your favourite - red duck curry.

No, thank you. You knock yourselves out.

Are you sick?

No. I'm not. Who gave you that ridiculous bloody idea?

Suppose it was you. You have been acting pretty strange.

Can't a man have an off day

without everybody thinking he's got some fatal bloody disease?

I don't mean today. You've been acting strange for weeks.

Please tell me what's going on. I'm worried. We're worried.

Nothing is wrong. Don't lie to me.

I'm not lying. I'm just lying down.

You're always there to help others out.

Why not let others be there for you?

Because I don't need you to be.

Just want the old Frank back.

You didn't seem to have any trouble taking charge today.

Neither does Beaumont. Even Rossi's telling me what's what.

Honestly, sometimes I wonder why I bother turning up.

If this is all because you think we don't need you anymore,

it's only because you trained us so well.

He's right, Uncle Frank.

I wouldn't be where I am today if it wasn't for you.

None of us would be. Everything starts with Frank Campion.

Damn right it does.

You're a bloody genius, Homer!

You enjoy your dinner, kids, and don't turn the music up too loud.

I've got work to do.

What did just I do? (DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)

I have no idea but I love you for it.