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(SPRAY CAN RATTLES)

(SHOUTING)

Ryan, no!

Get out of the way. Oi! (GRUNTS)

Ryan! No, Ryan!

(SCREAMS) Ryan! Ryan!

WOMAN: (OVER RADIO) You're advised to use the northern entrance,

where a police unit is already in attendance.

(GLASS SMASHES)

Opa! Just calm down!

And stop behaving like idiots!

Piss off! Leave him alone. He needs a doctor.

Your fault! I told you the pigs would come too.

You shouldn't have knifed him! Hang in there, buddy, Hang in there.

(SHOUTS) Help him! MIKE: What's going on?

We just got here ourselves. We're waiting on backup before we move in.

MIKE: Do we know what happened to that kid?

No idea.

I'm a doctor. I'm coming over!

You can piss off! All of you!

Leave him alone! Let him look at him.

He got stabbed. Where?

His gut.

Has he got blood coming out of his mouth?

Yeah, he does. OK. What colour is it?

What the hell? It's blood. It's red. Is it a pinky red?

Or a dark red? It's pink... it's pink!

Punctured lung. I'm going in.

JO: Not until it's safe, Mike. It can't wait.

Well, who's going to treat him if we end up casualties too?

I'm not gonna sit 20ft away and watch a kid die.

I'll come too. I'll take care of it for now.

Just get onto the E.D. Let 'em know what to expect.

Let him die! Stop it!

(BOYS SHOUT)

Hi. I'm Mike. Who have we got here? Ryan. Is he gonna be alright?

The little shit was asking for it. You're supposed to be on our side!

Go on, Ryan. Put your hand on there, hold it firm.

We need to sit him up. (SCREAMS)

Sit him up straight. It's OK. The ambulance is here.

Sit him up. Can you hear me? (SCREAMS)

All Saints E.D., this is MRU-4.

Go ahead.

OK, we've got a late-teens male

with multiple stab wounds to the chest and abdomen.

How long until you arrive? Wish I could tell you.

We found ourselves in the middle of a small riot. Alert theatre.

Have at least three bags of O neg on standby.

And a FAST machine? Yeah, great.

Understood. Thanks. Over and out.

OK. Three bags of O neg and a FAST machine.

Make that six. Riots can escalate quickly.

Good call. Sounds like we're in for a busy morning.

Stay with us, Ryan. You're doing well.

Keep that pressure up and keep talking to him.

Is he gonna be alright? Not doing real flash.

He'll be better the sooner we get him to hospital.

Hear that, buddy? You're gonna be OK, alright?

Hey, Steve! Need you over here. We're moving.

On my way!

So how come you're the only one that seems to care about this kid?

He's my brother. Right. OK, let's lie him flat.

OK, Steve and I are gonna roll him this way.

Push that spine board underneath him.

Yep. Done it? OK. And back.

Alright.

On my three - one, two, three.

Right. (GROANS LOUDLY)

That's it. Run off with your little cop mates.

POLICEMAN: The longer this takes, the worse it's gonna be for you!

(BOYS SHOUT)

Had your hero fix for the day? You'll have to cannulate him.

Then push some Hartmann's through. Yep.

Let's go, boys!

Can you handle this? Yep.

Hold still for me, mate. No, I wanna go with my brother.

And by the looks of things, you'll be travelling right behind him.

Let's go. Is he OK travelling with us?

Yep, let's do it.

(SIRENS WAIL)

He's currently maintaining his own airway.

IVI commenced with Hartmann's, and five milligrams morphine given IM.

His brother's not far behind with a head injury.

Not sure how serious. This was a fight between brothers?

God knows what it was. It was chaotic in there.

Alright, on my three - one, two, three.

It easily could have been you with a bottle wrapped around your head.

Yeah, but it wasn't. He's got significant blood loss.

Sucking chest wound on the left-hand side.

I want his blood grouped and cross-matched now.

He'll need to be prepped for theatre. I've put them on standby.

I'll get a central line in. Any allergies we know of?

No idea at this stage. Can we get a FAST happening?

Pupils are sluggish.

(MOANS) Nick...

Hi. Hi, Ryan, hi. I'm Amy.

Who's Nick? His brother.

He's coming in soon. He'll be here, OK?

Not... his... fault.

AMY: OK, hon.

This is Nick Wilson. Head injury from a thrown bottle.

No LOC.

And bed or wheelchair assistance refused.

I'm only here to see my brother.

We've brought you in for a reason.

Let us do our job. I wanna see Ryan! Where is he?

Just take it easy, mate. He's being looked after.

Where is he? Can't let you go see him like that.

Let's get you checked out, cleaned up.

We'll get you in there as quick as we can, OK?

Alright. Let's hurry it up.

Are you alright? I'm fine.

Central line in.

How's he doing? Not good.

Given the amount of bleeding, I'd say he's ruptured his abdominal aorta.

Help me.

Help me.

He always wanted to hang out with us. He never shut up about it.

So why didn't you let him join you? He can do better.

So you were looking out for him. Squeeze both my hands for me?

Ryan's smart.

Always good at school and that.

Mum would've killed me if I'd let him hang out with me and the boys.

(MACHINE FLATLINES) MIKE: He's arrested.

CHARLOTTE: Adrenaline minijet and charge to 360, please.

BART: Charging to 360. Excuse me, Katerina!

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS) Adrenaline going in.

(MACHINE BEEPS) Clear.

And what about your dad? He's not around anymore?

Wouldn't have a clue where he ran off to.

Well, that's always tough.

Nah - don't think he would've been much use hanging around anyway.

Well, we're gonna have to suture this cut.

Well, make it quick, will you? I want to see Ryan.

Well, we can use suture glue. It's a lot faster.

Charge again to 360. Charging to 360.

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS)

(MACHINE BEEPS)

Clear.

He's good at art. Good at everything, really.

He does these pieces - graffiti. Awesome work.

But he's a smart-arse, you see.

That's what got him in the shit today.

What happened?

He was tagging over the one wall he knows he should never have touched.

Trying to prove a point.

And that point being? That he's big and dangerous.

Truth is he's a bit of a nerd, but that's what's cool about him.

Charge to 360 again. Charging to 360.

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS)

(MACHINE BEEPS) Clear.

Again, 360.

FRANK: Aren't we just delaying the inevitable?

You want us to stop? Not until I get his brother in here.

I want him to see that we've done everything we possibly can.

BART: Charging to 360.

Clear.

Are you OK? I just need to clean up.

Mr Wilson? I'm Dr Campion. I'm the head of Emergency Medicine.

How is he?

I'm afraid he's not responding to treatment.

What does "not responding" mean?

A major blood vessel in his abdomen has ruptured.

We can't stop the bleeding. So he's dead?!

We're doing everything we can but it's not a fight we're likely to win.

So you better come and see him now.

(DEFIBRILLATOR HUMS, BEEPS)

Oh, shit.

CHARLOTTE: Clear.

(GASPS)

(MACHINE BEEPS) I'm sorry, Nick.

His bleeding was too extensive.

There's nothing more we can do for him.

There's gotta be something. I mean, he can't just be gone.

Everything that could be done was done.

We're very sorry for your loss.

If I'd got him here sooner? Or I knew what to do?

Nick, given Ryan's injuries, I'm not sure he ever really had a chance.

Oh, Jesus, I'm so sorry, Ryan.

He said this wasn't your fault.

Would you like us to call your mum for you?

You take all the time you need in here, son.

That bastard.

Tell Mum I'll be back later.

Nick.

Nick! Look, just slow down, alright?

This isn't the time to be doing anything stupid.

No, this is the perfect time. What about your mum, huh?

You wouldn't want her worrying about you now, hey?

Mum would want me to do this.

Do what? Nick!

You're not thinking clearly. Just stop!

Move, alright? Get away, alright?

What's your plan? Gonna go after whoever did this to your brother?

Look! You don't wanna get in my way, alright? Move!

This needs to stop now, alright?

Don't do this. Just calm down and think about it.

I've thought about it all I need to.

(GASPS, PANTS)

Adam back yet?

Still out talking to the brother, I guess.

I've left a message with their mother. Will you let him know?

Will do.

I can give you a hand prepping him for the morgue if you like.

I was going to get Katerina to assist. Have you seen her?

Er... no. Not since she left.

(GASPS)

Help me...

(GASPS) Oh, my God!

Oh, my...

Help me...

(GUNFIRE)

(GASPS)

Oh, my God.

Katerina, I need you to call me. At least let me know where you are.

Beaumont, I'm going out. And you're in charge.

What's going on?

I've got things to do, that's what's going on.

Well, is there anything I can help you with?

Yes - you can look after this joint whilst I'm gone!

OK. I'll call you if I need to. Thank you.

JO: You know, it's not healthy to bottle things up.

I'm not. There's just nothing to say.

Fair enough.

It's between me and Claire.

OK.

I was just being a concerned colleague. It won't happen again.

Jesus!

Adam?

Adam! Open your eyes!

Can you hear me, mate? Can you hear me, Adam?

Adam?

FBC, EUC and coags. Yep. Cyanosed.

And tachycardic. Resp rate increased.

CHARLOTTE: Theatre's on standby.

I'll put in the cannula and start fluids.

What's happened? He's been stabbed.

Adam? Adam?

OK, we'll need to get onto Radiology. Urgent chest X-ray.

Come on. Open your eyes for me.

Who did this? No idea.

He took off after the brother of the kid that died this morning.

It must have been him.

What can I do?

He's hypovolaemic. I can't find a vein.

Von, can you contact his family?

Von, come on. Next of kin.

And call Frank!

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Katerina, it's Frank!

Katerina!

Katerina!

Katerina?

Are you hurt? You've got blood on you.

Have you hurt yourself?

It's not mine. It's someone else's.

How did it get there?

What? The blood. The blood!

Nothing I could do.

What are you talking about?

Look, it's alright.

I'll go and get water and we'll get you cleaned up, OK?

I won't be long.

Frank's not answering his phone.

(GROANS) Sorry, mate.

CHARLOTTE: Back with us?

How you feeling? Hurts. Arghhh!

I'm being as gentle as I can. Can you tell us what happened?

(BREATHES HEAVILY AND GRUNTS)

Do you remember leaving here and following Nick Wilson outside?

Was a fight. (WHIMPERS) AMY: Oh, sorry! Sorry.

Was that me or Bart? I think it was both.

BP's dropping. I'm just gonna push through some Haemaccel.

(WHIMPERS)

Stop using that bloody probe

and just give him some decent pain relief.

His breathing's compromised. We can't give him anything just yet.

Alright. It's all over. We can stop prodding you for a little bit.

Oh, thank God. (EXHALES DEEPLY)

There's a lot of blood in his upper-left quadrant.

His mother's just arrived. Do you want me to bring her in?

Er... I'll speak to her first.

Where is he? He's in Resus.

Oh, my God! How could this happen here?!

Well, look, we don't know but the priority is treating him.

How is he? He's regained consciousness.

I want to see him.

Well, he has to go to Radiology for X-rays...

Now! Please!

If I can.

Oh! Adam!

Oh, God! Oh, sweetheart!

How are you? Are you alright? I'm fine.

Debra Rossi, Adam's mother. Who did this to you?!

Probably a bit soon for too many questions but he is doing well.

Are you... are you feeling much pain?

Is... is there anything you need? I'm OK.

(GROANS)

Wh... why... why can he hardly talk?

The wound is extremely close to his lungs.

He's having some trouble breathing.

(MACHINE BEEPS) O2 sats are dropping. 88%.

We need to get him to Radiology now. I'm sorry.

For sure. Yeah, I-I'll come too. Mm-mm. Stay.

It would help if you gave Von his medical history.

Like what?

Anything you can think of would help, especially anything bronchial

or lung-related.

Nothing like that. Not that I know of.

He had pneumonia about 15 years ago.

Um, sorry. I should've mentioned it before.

I'll get Records to pull his file.

Debra?

Er, just let them take him to Radiology.

It'll be fine.

(KATERINA SIGHS)

Better? Thank you.

Katerina, I need to know what happened.

Where did the blood come from?

I don't know.

That boy.

I had to get away.

But... it wasn't him.

What do you mean?

It was the soldier.

What soldier?

But... but that wasn't today, was it?

The blood couldn't have been his.

Where did you go after you left the Emergency Department?

I want you just to think about that.

I went outside. I came home.

And on the way home was there an accident? Did someone get hurt?

That boy...

And I could see the soldier.

So I left and he was there on the ground.

Bleeding.

But it wasn't him.

I saw him. I had his blood on my hands.

But it was Adam. It was Dr Rossi.

And I left him there.

How could I?!

It's Frank. Does he know?

He just asked to speak to you.

Frank? Adam Rossi, is he OK?

You know what's happened?

That's why I'm ringing, to find out.

He was found in the grounds

with a single stab wound to the upper abdomen.

Jesus! How is he?

Stable. He's up having his chest X-rays now.

Um, how... how did it happen?

We're not sure. Adam hasn't been able to give too many details.

Right. Um, so, um... are you OK, then? Er, do you need me?

Are you not coming in for this? If I'm needed I will.

Er... Bart and I have everything under control medically,

but you need...

Good, well, um, you give me a call if, er... if you need me.

OK. Look, I gotta go.

But, Charlotte, I know he couldn't be in better hands.

Frank, y...

So it was him?

Adam really was hurt?

He was found with a stab wound.

And I did nothing.

One of his doctors is nearly killed and he's not coming in?

And he made a point of not saying why.

Well, there better be a bloody good reason.

My guess is that he's with Katerina.

Oh, no, he should be here.

I agree but we will look after Adam and he'll be OK.

Yeah. I know.

Adam was only 14 when he was admitted with pneumonia.

How did you know it was at All Saints?

I nursed him. Is that how you met?

Well, he was found collapsed in a laneway.

He'd been living on the streets for months, totally alone.

I helped him get back on his feet.

I had no idea.

What, his mum wasn't around back then?

Well, his stepfather was a violent man and Debra wouldn't leave him

so he cut off all contact.

He had to.

But she's back in his life now.

Well, he was in for a long time. The pneumonia must've been severe.

Well, he was brought in unconscious.

He almost died.

And there's some residual scarring on his lungs,

which isn't gonna help his breathing.

Mrs Wilson's here.

Who? Her son died in Resus this morning.

I can talk to her, if you want. My job.

It's more than likely that it was her other son that stabbed Adam.

I'm well aware of that.

Take a seat, Mrs Wilson.

Call me Sandy. I hate that 'Missus' crap.

I don't wanna hear this, do I?

God, it feels like I've lived half my life in hospitals,

between Ryan and Nick.

As kids they were always up to something,

daring each other or showing off.

But even when Nick T-boned himself on his damn motorbike,

they always told me what was what the moment I walked in.

But you, you haven't told me anything yet.

Ta.

This is bad, isn't it?

Ryan came in with very bad stab wounds.

We could not stop the bleeding.

Please don't... don't say it. I am sorry.

No!

N-no. No.

Ryan died an hour ago.

No.

Nah!

No! (SOBS)

Sandy... we did everything possible.

NO!

No! Oh! I need to see him! I need to... (SOBS)

(RAP METAL PLAYS LOUDLY)

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

Clearly this isn't the same head wound he came in with this morning.

No. I don't think he would've been walking out with this.

Heart rate's increasing and O2 sats are dropping.

Is that serious? Nick!

Who's Nick? I tried to stop him. How is he?

You've enough to worry about. Let them deal with it.

"Tried to stop him"? What does that mean?

It's nothing.

Is that him?! Is that who knifed you?

Let it go.

(GASPS) Oh!

Poor boy! Oh, beautiful boy!

No, I need Nick. He shouldn't have run off.

Left him here...

He was... very upset.

He'll blame himself.

But it's not his fault.

I'm the one who should've looked after you.

(SOBS) I love you so much!

I'm so sorry!

I was... (SOBS)

What am I gonna do?!

How do you say goodbye to your baby?!

(SOBS)

Sorry.

What?

(QUIETLY) His brother Nick has just been brought in.

Head injury. That's all I know.

BP, pulse and O2 sats are all dropping.

He's blown a pupil. Let's get a head CT done.

Is he gonna be alright? Sandy Wilson.

Nick's mum. I'll be with you as soon as I can.

But is he gonna be OK?! Just gotta give us some time.

What kind of bloody mother are you?! Not now, Debra.

Stop it! Little bastard could've killed Adam!

Listen, that mother has already lost one son today.

Back off! That does not change what he did!

Nick would not have hurt him deliberately!

He wouldn't have! Let's find a place...

He should NOT be in here after what he did!

We don't know what happened. I thought you cared about Adam.

(GROANS) Oh! Shit!

What's happening?! Heart rate's increasing.

O2 sats dropping. Chest really tight.

Pneumothorax. We'll put a chest drain in.

Somebody talk to me!

Pressure is building around Adam's lungs and we need to relieve that.

The doctors need room to work.

You need some fresh air. I'm staying!

Oh! Doctors need space to work.

Piss off! Adam has one mother here and it's not you!

I have never claimed to be his mother!

That was supposed to be your bloody job!

You bitch! Oh!

Now is not the time for you to try and prove how much you care!

Enough! Take it outside. Both of you.

I'm not going anywhere.

I have every right to be here.

Uh-huh. Well, you'll wait outside until you are invited back in.

You got that?

Huh.

I, um... I thought I could put it behind me

after I left Kosovo.

Hmm. You mentioned a soldier.

I've never spoken about this before.

Not to anyone. It's time you did.

Whatever you say to me will stay between us.

There was a lot of street fighting

and, um, in the chaos I found myself working alone.

One medic amongst all that... killing.

And there was one soldier. I... I took this from his body.

I found him wounded, lying on the ground,

like Adam was today.

And you couldn't save this man?

No.

You must've treated dozens of soldiers over there.

Hundreds.

So... what's different about this one?

He had, er, shrapnel all through his abdomen.

He was in agony.

I had a little morphine in my kit

but, um, I needed it for those who might survive.

And this boy wasn't going to?

Mmm, no.

So you had to withhold his pain relief.

He... he asked me to tell her that he loved her.

I never found her.

Were you able to stay with him till the end?

He... he had a few hours left,

at best.

He was so frightened

and... in so much pain.

I had to do something.

I don't suppose there was much you could do, really.

I had no choice.

I took his weapon. I stood behind him while he screamed for my help.

He was holding that photo that you have in your hands.

I put one bullet through the base of his skull

and, er, he was quiet then.

God help me, Frank!

Easier to breathe? A lot.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Alright, I am gonna go to Radiology and get Nick,

and tell them you'll be down for another X-ray.

Thanks.

Amy, could you set up for a PCA, please?

Sure.

And let Gabrielle know we'll be needing an Acute cubicle.

Privacy and pain relief. Sounds good.

(LAUGHS) Will you be OK without a nurse for a minute?

Sure. We'll be fine. Thank you.

Now, you let me know when you're ready

to have your mother back in, OK?

Which one?

It's a bit like that. I'm sorry.

Hey. It's not your fault.

They're both just concerned for you, that's all.

Well, that'd be a first -

Debra worried about someone other than herself.

Von gave me a little family history. Doesn't sound like it was much fun.

It wasn't really a family.

Just people desperate to get away from each other.

But your mum's trying to do something about that now, isn't she?

Von's been at me to give her a chance.

But you're not ready to?

I don't see the point.

She's like a stranger to me.

It was Von that got me back to school,

gave me a place to live.

She gave me a life.

I don't owe Debra anything.

Well, the chest drain went in without complications,

and his condition has been improving ever since.

Good.

What sort of details has Adam been able to give about the stabbing?

Very little. He remembers following the guy out and then nothing.

Woke up in Resus. Mmm.

OK. Well, I'll see you tomorrow.

Oh. You're not coming back in today, are you, Frank?

No. No.

Dr Ajanovic - she's not coming back in either?

Not today.

Anything you wanna tell me, Frank?

(SHARPLY) I shall see you tomorrow.

Yeah...

Thank you. It was very informative, Frank.

Well, Adam's fine,

and he doesn't remember anything after the stabbing.

How am I going to tell him? He's fine.

That's the most important thing. We can deal with the rest later.

There's no excuse for what I did.

We can't change the way you reacted today.

Besides, what happened with Adam is hardly the point, is it?

It's never happened before and it will never happen again.

Well, saying it is all very well,

but it's not good enough for you

and it's certainly not good enough for me.

You're going to have to deal with this somehow.

Do you know that?

When was he intubated?

Nick's condition deteriorated while we were in Radiology.

(SIGHS) Oh.

So what do you do now? When does he wake up?

The CT scan confirmed a very heavy bleed around the brain.

Neither of his pupils are reacting.

But there's other things you can do.

Nick's not gonna regain consciousness.

The only thing keeping him breathing is...

..the machine.

Oh, no!

No. He's a tough kid.

When he was born, he was put into a humidicrib.

He was there for weeks.

He fought through that. He's fought every day of his damn life.

Don't you give up on him!

There's nothing more we can do. I'm so sorry.

(GASPS) This can't... this can't happen.

(SOBS) My boys are my life.

Have you got kids?

Do you understand?

JO: Hey, Claire. Hi.

Could've said something.

Well, I nodded.

Hello! You're looking better than the last time we saw you.

How're you feeling?

Long as I don't move, I'm great.

I just wanna go home and get away from this place.

Difficult patient. He's a doctor. What do YOU reckon?

I hear I've got you two to thank for bringing me in.

You really don't remember, do you?

You did all the hard work.

You found us.

I remember feeling like I was gonna black out after I'd been stabbed.

Next thing I knew, I was in here.

The bloke that did it - Nick - he ended up back in here.

He's on life support with severe head injury.

Final brain-death testing in the morning.

(WHISPERS) Oh, no. His poor parents.

Single mum... and just the two boys.

I always thought we'd have time to work things out.

Three of us.

You know?

Let 'em see I could be a better mum.

Give it to me straight, Doc. Am I gonna make it?

Everything's stable. It's all good.

Yeah. Now I've got my PCA, it is.

So have you had enough morphine to see your mum?

I wouldn't go that far.

Send her in.

He's ready to see you now, Mrs Rossi.

Thanks.

How are you doing? Like I keep saying, I'm fine.

That poor woman and what I said...

I jus... Oh! Shouldn't have.

No. Her son is on life support.

Is he gonna be OK?

No.

(STAMMERS) I was just so worried

when they stuck that needle thing in your chest.

And I... It looks worse than what it is.

I was... I was scared to death.

I didn't ask you in here today...

..or back in my life, for that matter.

I know. And I-I'm sorry. I panicked.

I just...

I thought I was gonna lose you all over again.

You had no reason to abuse the one person who's always stood by me.

I let you down.

Your sister too. I know I didn't look after you like I should have.

But, Jesus, Adam, I have paid a price for that.

I know. We all have.

(WHISPERS) I'm sorry.

I'm sick of saying it, but it's true. I am.

I just want us to know each other.

Can't you give me that?

Excuse me.

Thanks.

Um... is there anything you want me to get you while you're here?

A toothbrush, um... razor?

I'm not gonna be here that long. You wish.

No. I'm feeling better. I'm thinking I can go home tomorrow.

Yeah. Right.

I've got a live-in nurse. Who's gonna look after me better than Von?

I'll let you get some rest.

Thanks.

Oh, um...

I'll ring you tomorrow...

..see how you're going.

What?

Only another mother would understand.

(DIALS PHONE)

(KNOCK AT DOOR) Yes.

Oh, I...

I was calling about Adam.

Er... he's OK?

Fine. Fine. You should go and see for yourself.

I will.

It's a relief.

Yeah.

Von... I need to apologise for shooting my mouth off before.

Don't.

I flew off the handle and I shouldn't have.

I guess emotions were high.

Well, we were all very worried for him,

but he's your son,

so you have the right

to scream and shout and try to hold someone accountable.

(GASPS) Oh...

You have every bit as much a right as I do.

In fact, you've earned it more than I have.

I'm very lucky... to have Adam in my life.

Every day it seems like... a gift.

I'm happy and I'm... oh, so proud...

(LAUGHS AND SOBS)

..that he has been able to make such a go of his life.

But you're his mother.

I... I don't know what that means anymore.

You know exactly what it means.

But... for Adam so much has happened.

We don't seem to be able to get back the lost time.

Yes. He feels that way now.

This could be a long road.

Well, er... you'll, um...

..ring me and let me know how his... recovery is going and...

Well, you'll be seeing him.

Um... you know how independent he is.

Not always by choice.

You're his mum.

You always will be.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, Zac. But I'll be home soon.

I'll come and give you a big kiss.

But you need to go to bed now. It's late.

I love you too, sweetheart. Ni-night! (KISSES)

(SIGHS) You should bill Frank for all those extra babysitting hours.

Do you think he'll ever tell us what the hell was going on today?

I doubt it.

Something's clearly up with Katerina, though.

Has to be.

Do you know, the thing is she was acting on edge all morning.

Even before she went AWOL.

Well, whatever's up, it must be pretty serious

to keep him away from what was happening here.

Maybe she's quit.

Not exactly an emergency.

No.

(SIGHS) Today was hell.

Yeah. Hell.

How long have I been asleep?

A couple of hours.

Sorry.

Well, you obviously needed it.

How's Adam? He's resting... comfortably.

(SIGHS) Oh!

You don't have to stay. I'll be alright.

Actually, I've ordered some food in. I thought we might share a meal.

You don't have to do this. I'm used to coping on my own.

I'm sure you are, but after today,

I don't think you can keep going as you were.

Being able to talk with you...

..to tell you everything...

I was so afraid of doing it but...

..I feel better.

Much better. Good.

But just talking to me isn't gonna be enough.

You know that.

I can't change what happened and I don't want to dwell in the past.

I need to move forwards, not backwards.

You're suffering acute post-traumatic stress. You have all the symptoms.

You need treatment. No.

I'm not talking to anyone else about this.

What happens next time you walk out on a patient

with no-one to back you up?

Won't happen again.

You can't guarantee that!

If this comes out, I'll never be registered.

I'll be sent away.

You don't know that.

I have come too far to risk it.

Promise me that what I've said stays between us.

Of course it does. I need to hear you swear it.

Do you promise?

I promise.