"Cheers." " Labour ward." " Mr Lake." "Who are you?" "I'm the new SpR." "What's she having, a baby elephant?" "I'm looking for Mr Hurley's firm." "Next floor." "Thank you." "Gynae." "Roger Hurley's new SpR." "Hello, I'm Sister Rix." "Roger shouldn't be long." "Sorry, Donna." "You wouldn't happen to be involved with Roger Hurley's gynae list for this afternoon?" "I'm his new registrar." "I've been bleeping the SHO for 1 5 minutes now and I'm late for theatre." "I'd like the diabetic first on the list." "Any questions, worries?" "Yeah, sorry, one." "Who are you?" "Maria Orton, anaesthetics consultant." "I'm sorry to dump that on you." "When's it due?" "Not soon enough." "Blood results are in." "Shit." "Oxford Handbook." "Can't get by without it." "Good morning, Maya." "Morning, Roger." "Roger Hurley." "Welcome to the coal face." "Maya, this is our new SpR, Rob..." "Lake." "Lake." "Hi." "Okay, should we go?" "How are you, Donna?" "Fine, Roger." "You?" "Zach was up half the night with a cold, so we'll probably all get one now." "Tony." "Rob, this is Mr Whitman, our principal consultant." "Oh, they dish out meaningless titles for every year you go without being suspended." "How do you do?" "Polly Grey, specialist registrar." "Pleased to meet you." "Tony, are you taking on the CA?" "Oh, she's got a cervix like a cauliflower." "It's not an operation she needs." "It's radiotherapy." "It's a pine box." "Good luck." "Roger, I don't suppose you'd..." "Thanks." "Advanced CA cervix." "Her MRI suggests that she's borderline operable." "Good morning, Mrs Bourne." "Winifred, hi." "My name is Roger Hurley, yet another doctor, I'm afraid." "Your scan suggests there's a possibility that surgery could help you." "It would be a palliative procedure, it wouldn't cure you, but it would make you much more comfortable." "Would you add Mrs Bourne to my list, please, Donna?" "Yeah." "I'll do my best for you, Winifred." "Thank you." "Thanks, Roger." "This is the lap steri." "Morning, Mrs Collier, how are you?" "Fine." "As you know, we'll be going in with a small telescope to perform a sterilisation." "Six kids." "Well, we'd better get on before you pop another one out." "Lap and dye for theatre today." "Lap and dye, for investigation of sub-fertility." "Morning, Mrs Campbell." "We're going to have a look inside your abdomen with a small telescope to see if there are any problems that have stopped you getting pregnant." "If we do find something, then hopefully we can treat it" "and you'll be able to start a family." "Thank you." "Everything okay?" "Yeah." "She's a diabetic." "The anaesthetist wants her first on the list." "Thank you, Rob." "Maya, could you change the list, please?" "And put Mrs Collier first, please." "Campbell." "Campbell, yes." "Sorry." "Slip of the tongue." "Hi, Anne-Marie, it's Maya." "We want to move Mrs Campbell to first on the list." "There you go." "Thanks, Anne-Marie." "No problem." "Thanks." "Right, Gillian Campbell, G88895382 74." "Yep." "Yep." "You all right?" "Good." "Hi, Donna." "Hi, Maria." "Hi, I'm Dr Orton." "We met in the ward before." "I'll be putting you to sleep for your operation." " Morning, team." " Morning, boss." "Morning." "Lovely carrot cake." "Thank you very much." "Oh, thank you." "Don't half see some freaky fannies in our game." "Yes, you do." "So, did you do many sterilisations in your previous place?" "A good few." "Good." "No, it's a lap and dye." "Gillian Campbell, G88895382 74, laparoscopy and dye." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "Someone bring me the notes, please." "Sterilisation." "Lap and dye for sub-fertility." "We saw her on the ward round." "Rob, you happy?" " The list is wrong." " Okay, correct the theatre list, please." "Okay, back to work, everyone." "Music, please." "I do beg your pardon, Maria." "Is that it?" "This patient's desperate to get pregnant." "You came within a whisker of sterilising her." "We'll deal with it later." "Okay, Rob?" "Mr Lake, do you know who's responsible for this cockup?" "Sorry, first day." "Scalpel." "Shall I report this as an..." "I just said, we'll deal with this later." "Right." "Everything okay, Mrs Campbell?" "Fine, thank you." "Good." "Is she okay?" "Yeah, she's fine." "The theatre list was written up wrong." "She was down for a sterilisation." "Anne-Marie must have typed it up wrong." "It's your job to check." "Shit happens, sorry." "You been around the other patients yet?" "Love to, but 5:00." "Got a hot date." "Not my problem." "Wonderful." "The area of the CIN was excised completely." "Thank you." "We await histology and if there are no surprises, we will operate." "Tony, when you interviewed her, did you bother to ask if she could type?" "Yep, 60 words a minute." "Give or take a minute." "So, would you care for a lift?" "Yeah, that will be lovely." "Mr Hurley's removed as much of the cancer as possible." "The disease is still there, but hopefully you'll be a little more comfortable now." "Okay?" "Excuse me." "Thank you." "Excuse me." "I didn't get your name." "Kat." "Yours?" "Rob." "Pleased to meet you, Rob." "I've written up the post-op fluids on Winifred Bourne." "Aren't you the clever boy?" "I promise to read you lots of stories at the weekend." "Daddy's got to go now, bye." "Hey, boss." "Rob." "Are you going to come around the post-ops with me?" "Sorted." "What, we're done for the day?" "We're done." "You can keep your job." "Fancy a drink?" "My shout." "I would do, but if everything's okay, I might just sneak off home." "Thanks for today, Rob." "No problem." "Hi, it's me." "Yeah, I'm just leaving." "Tell Toby I'll read him a story." "The new registrar's sorted them." "For once they've sent me a bloke who isn't a complete tosser." "Tim Sibley, AE Senior SHO." "Mr Whitman." "Senior SHO?" "Isn't that an oxymoron?" "No, a tautology." "Senior Senior House Officer." "I tried bleeping your SHO but I got no response." "We don't have an SHO." "She's supposed to be arriving from Spain, but she can't get registered unless she's got a job and the hospital won't give her a job unless she's registered." "So, what are you doing, Tom?" "Tim." "I'm clocking her in." "This is Winifred Bourne." "Spare me." "She's Hurley's." "Well, we are on take today." "Yes, I know we're on take, Polly, but look at her, she's deader than Elvis." "I'm not having her peg-it under me." "Not literally under me, obviously." "Roger, there's a patient of yours, Mrs Bourne..." "Tony, do you mind?" "She's the one with advanced CA cervix I ducked out of." "I'll leave her with you." "Is that all right?" "No, it's not all right." "Protocol is you admit her and hand her back to me in the morning." "You're the one who chose to operate on her." "She's all yours, mate." "Rob, are you okay to close?" "Sure, boss, no problem." "Thank you." "Thank you." "How are you getting on with Roger?" "Fine, thanks." "Good." "Good." "Polly." "Really sorry about this, Mr Hurley." "That's okay." "Her chest film shows pulmonary secondaries." "Possible pneumonia, though it's hard to tell." "Couldn't fetch me a glass of water, could you?" "Water?" "Please." "Okay." "Thanks." "Winifred." "I'm Mr Hurley." "Do you remember me?" "Very good." "We're going to make you as comfortable as possible, okay?" "Thank you." "I'm just going to take your mask off." "It's okay, it's okay." "There you go." "Very good, well done." "Just going to put your mask back on." "There you go." "Okay." "Thanks." "The daughter's complaining." "They've already been here eight hours." "When did I operate on her?" "October the first." "Bad luck." "What's the problem?" "Post-operative mortality." "If she lives for 30 days, she wouldn't appear in the figures." "Tim?" "Is it Tim?" "Yes." "Could you check if there's a hospice bed available, please?" "Of course, my pleasure." "Thank you." "Doctor?" "I'm Mrs Bourne's daughter." "Yes." "Yes, of course." "I'll take it, Polly." "Thanks." "Polly, could you do this one with me?" "Lost condom." "Um..." "Can you..." "He never told me it'd come off till we was finished." "He was, you know, fishing around for it for ages." "And couldn't your boyfriend find it?" "Me boyfriend finding it was what we was worried about." "If you will insist on having casual sex, then the least thing you can do is ensure that the condom is fitted securely." "You're at risk from unwanted pregnancy..." "Tell me what you can see." "...all kinds of diseases." "I'm not sure." "Okay." "Let me have a look." "Oh!" "Well, at least your tie is not still a virgin, eh?" "She's pissed herself." "Is that so?" "You don't expect me to change the bed, do you?" "I wouldn't stop you." "Donna." "Offering to play Debbie McGee to my Paul Daniels?" "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr Hurley, but..." "Mr Hurley?" "Uh-oh." "What have I done?" "I don't think it's appropriate for Mrs Bourne to be on the ward." "It's just till she can be transferred to the hospice." "Which hospice?" "I don't know." "Newlands." "There's 60 patients in this hospital that the bed manager thinks there's a place at Newlands." "Newlands isn't built yet." "I thought I could get her in somewhere tonight." "There wasn't time to sort it out." "She'll move out in the morning." "As I said, Roger, I don't think it's appropriate that she's in an acute gynae bed." "Donna, you were the one that wanted me to help her in the first place." "I don't think it's fair to share in the credit when things go right and to blame me when things go wrong." "Boost the driver." "I have done." "Well, boost it again." "Ovarian salvage is the cornerstone of my work." "I believe some unilocular ovarian cysts can be managed expectantly." "This strategy is appropriate for women with a cyst size of less than five centimetres." "Cysts eight centimetres or less have a very low risk of malignancy and often resolve spontaneously." "This is the fundamental objective of my work, to give the woman her best chance of a normal reproductive life." "Thank you." "Thank you very much." "Boss, I need to talk to you about this CA cervix woman." "What's there to talk about?" "Get her through the night." "Evening, Hugh." "Good." "Can you just give me a minute?" "Rob." "If you need me to come down, I'll come down." "No, no, it's fine." "You sure?" "Yeah." "Sorry about that." "How are you?" "She's already had 24 hours of Demerol." "Give her some more." "Not me." "Give her some more." "Or I will." "She shouldn't even have been here." "No, she shouldn't." "She wasn't even that old." "Well, she's dead now." "Don't get much older than that." "How is she?" "Sorted." "Rob, I'm sorry." "These lectures, they don't come up very often." "Thanks for covering." "Hiya." "Hi." "Maybe Roger shouldn't have operated on her." "Maybe he should have referred her for radiotherapy." "Why do you say that?" "No reason." "I don't worry anymore about how much these things affect me." "I worry about how little they do." "Come on, I'll buy you a drink." "I've gotta give a report." "Afterwards, then." "Afterwards, I go home." "This month I had one instance of post-operative mortality." "Patient was 67 years old with N-stage CA cervix, pulmonary mets and pneumonia." "She was awaiting transfer to hospice but unfortunately died on the ward before a place could be found." "I carried out palliative excision and repair on her 29 days prior to her death." "Radiotherapy was an alternative, but it would have made her extremely ill." "The palliative surgery gave her the best chance of a reasonable quality of life and the MRI scan indicated she was operable." "Thank you." "Death is a death, though, when it's in black and white." "It's easy to have impressive figures when you turn away anyone who's really sick." "Someone told me something once, I think it was an old boss of mine." "The superior surgeon uses his superior judgement to stay clear of any situation which might test his superior ability." "Thought they were going to fix this." "Well, they haven't so far." "Thanks for everything." "Oh, you're welcome." "Thank you." "Here." "Good." "Who was that?" "Fuck knows." "Good chocs, though." "Is it mustard flavour?" "I'm into mustard this week." "The Anti-Christ wants mustard." "Too strong." "What?" "Too strong." "I tingle." "Angela Strawberry?" "That's an unusual name, very pretty." "Thank you." "Oh, sorry, I've got a bit of a sore throat." "Well, I'm Polly Grey." "I'm Specialist Registrar in Obstetrics and Gynaecology and I was wondering if I could ask you some questions about your sex life." "Well, I don't see why not." "Okay." "Right." "Are you in a sexual relationship?" "Honestly, it's medical." "So, we spoke about laparoscopy in outpatients." "I'm going to make a small incision in the abdomen, take a look inside with a tiny little telescope." "All I need is your consent." "I've been doing some research on the internet." "Oh, Jesus." "I'd like to ask again about the risks." "Laparoscopy isn't a high-risk operation." "Of course, no medical procedure is without its dangers." "Thousands of people have operations in the NHS everyday." "Only a small number of them have any problems." "That's the most important thing to remember." "You're patronising me." "Of course I am, I'm a doctor." "But I'm also telling you the truth." "Worse case scenario, what can go wrong?" "Like I say, there's no worse case scenario commonly associated with this medical procedure." "There are always worse case scenarios." "I insist on knowing, or I'll withhold consent." "You could suffer a reaction to the anaesthetic, which would leave you either dead or permanently disabled." "You could haemorrhage during the operation and bleed to death." "The operation could be a complete success, but you get a clot forming in your leg which would shoot up to the lungs and then, bang, fatal cardiac arrest." "When did your last orgasm result from sexual intercourse or masturbation?" "It's Rob Lake." "You're bleeping me." "Hi, Rob." "It's Maya." "Look, I know this sounds like rubbish, but I've got a patient here with a really bad sore throat." "I was thinking it could be acute epiglottitis." "We're ready for you." "She needs an ENT opinion." "Look, I've got to go into a case, but if you've got any problems, give me a call, okay?" "All right, no problem." "Keep calm." "It's all right." "Okay, Angela, can you keep still for me?" "I just need to listen to your chest." "It's okay." "It's all right." "Shit." "Donna, get me an adrenaline neb and 200 cortisone IV." "Okay." "Did you speak to anyone at ENT?" "I thought you were gonna do it." "What?" "You said she needed an ENT opinion." "They'll only see gynae patients if the registrar or above make the referral." "I assumed you'd call them." "That's not what I meant at all." "That's what it sounded like." "What do we do?" "Get the crash trolley." "Hi, I need the bleep number for the registrar on call for ENT, please." "Thank you." "Calm down." "You'll be fine." "OG, Mr Lake." "She's busy." "Listen, mate, I need this line for an urgent medical call." "OG, Mr Lake." "Thanks for getting back to me." "Okay, I've got a woman with possible acute epiglottitis." "Well, get here as soon as you can, please." "ENT reg, he's non-residential." "He's in theatre at General." "He's going to get here as soon as he can." "She might last." "Can you put out a fast bleep to the senior anaesthetist on call?" "Thank you." "What's her name?" "Angela Strawberry." "Angela, the ENT surgeon is going to be here very soon." "In the meantime, you've got to let the nebulizer help you breathe." "Try and relax for me, okay?" "It isn't working." "Need some oxygen there." "Rob, help her breathe." "She's going." "She's going." "Rob." "I need an anaesthetist." "Shit." "It's all right, Angela." "It's all right." "Calm down, Angela." "Stay calm." "It's all right." "Okay, Angela, keep still now, darling." "I know." " Hold her down." " It's all right." "It's all right." "Hold her down." "Hold her head still, please." "Angela, come on." "There's too much oedema." "I can't get the fucking tube in." "Okay, I need a big Venflon and a three-way tap." "Get me an oxygen line running, please." "Venflon." "Three-way tap." "Just do it." "Okay, hold her still." "Hold her still." "Hold her still." "Can't you just give her a three-way?" "I know." "I will when I'm ready." "Thank you." "Okay, okay." "Okay, I'm in the trachea." "Keep still, Ange." "Oxygen's in." "The oxygen's going in now, Angela." "Angela, the oxygen's gonna help you, but you've got to help me by keeping still, please." "Keep still." "Ah, shit!" "Okay, she's going to need a surgical cric." "Get back onto ENT." "Call around, see if anybody's done a cric before." "Call Mr Hurley." "She needs it now, Rob." "This isn't my fucking section, Donna." "I've never even seen a cric." "She needs a stable cric." "You're the closest thing to a surgeon we've got right now." "Still got an output." "Put out a 222 respiratory arrest." "Just do it." " Any news?" " Not yet." "Hold her down." "Hold her here." "Hold her rock fucking steady." " Trying." " Try fucking harder." "Oh, she's bleeding into her trachea." "Oh, fuck." "I haven't a clue what I'm doing here." "I don't know what I'm doing." "I haven't got a clue." "Not a clue." "Too late, mate." "She's gone." "Bay one." "Get me another tube." "Rob." "Rob, listen up." "Thanks, everyone." "Okay." "Sit down." "Look, ENT had an emergency of their own." "If they hadn't, they would've been here." "But even then, there's no guarantee she would have survived." "I had a chance to do a cric and I botched it." "Look... we're not machines, Rob." "We can all have an off-day." "You made an isolated, uncharacteristic error." "I panicked and I let everything get on top of me." "I shouldn't have." "You're not expected to be able to perform a surgical cricothyrotomy." "The only mistake you made was taking it on." "Some doctors don't take on the difficult cases because they're afraid of failing, and that's not how we do things on my firm." "We're not obsessed with buffing our figures." "We do what's best for the patient." "And if you hadn't have acted, that woman would have died." "She did die." "Rob, I consider this a tragic accident." "An accident's where no one's to blame." "You're not to blame." "You all right?" "Yeah." "Good." "Harder." "If you'd just like to take a seat in here." "Thank you." "I'll tell him you're here." "Yeah, hello, Anne-Marie, it's Donna." "Would you let Mr Hurley know that Mrs Strawberry's daughter and son are in the gynae ward office." "Yeah." "Okay, thanks." "Mr Hurley's secretary says he's already on his way up, okay?" "Good morning." "I was one of the doctors dealing with your mother." "She developed a condition called acute epiglottitis which causes the throat to close off." "And we have to make a hole in the throat to enable her to breathe again." "For a specialist in throat surgery, this is a relatively simple procedure." "However, it's not something we really do on this ward." "Hysterectomies and Caesarean sections are our thing." "A specialist was required at a very short amount of time and..." "Morning, Rob." "Hi, I'm Roger Hurley." "I'm the consultant." "I'm sorry for your loss." "Rob, could you do me a favour and start the ward round?" "I'll catch up with you." "Thank you." "Your mother was under my care following her hysterectomy." "Surgery puts an enormous strain on the body." "I think she was susceptible to infection." "And what started out as no more than a simple sore throat turned very quickly and very alarmingly into a life-threatening condition." "The doctors here only had what amounted to a minute or less to carry out a very difficult procedure." "They did everything they could, but there wasn't sufficient time." "We're all very sorry." "A tracheotomy, was that the procedure?" "Something similar." "Yeah." "I've seen it done on television." "They make a cut and bingo." "Well, that's television." "I'm really very sorry for your loss." "If there's anything I can do..." "Thank you." "Look, I hate to do this but I have a ward round to do now." "Bye-bye." "Come on." "They're fine." " Labour ward." " Rob Lake." " Breathe." " Here is the registrar for you, Hazel." "Thanks, Doctor." "Is everything okay?" "Late decelerations, big dips." "Big dips." "Okay, the trace suggests the baby might be in some kind of distress." "I'm going to have to do an internal examination." "I just did one." "She's fully dilated." "Please don't take this the wrong way, Hazel." "I just want to check for myself." "I'm sorry." "Okay, she's fully dilated and OT." "Do want to do an instrumental delivery?" "We're talking about helping the baby out with forceps." "Let's get her down to theatre." "If the forceps don't work, then we move on to a Caesarean." "Okay." "Okay?" "Good." "Hiya, Dottie." "Hi, Maria." "I thought we were doing a CS?" "We are." "So, where is the patient?" "Fuck this." " Hazel, where's my..." " You're doing really well." "Really well." "Thought we'd give her a few more minutes." "Don't mind, do you, Rob?" "Just going to take a blood sample." "Just going to make a tiny little nick in the baby's scalp, okay?" "Thank you." "Big push now." "Here we go again." "Big push." "Good girl." "Good girl." "Big push." "Good girl." "Still got big dips, eh, boss?" "I know." "Let's wait for the foetal pH, eh?" "I had theatre all prepped." "I know." "Breathe." "Ph seven point one." "Seven point one, okay." "We're going to have to get your baby out straightaway, okay?" "Take her through, please." " Frontal pressure." " Are you okay?" "This baby's as flat as a pancake." "Let's just cut the cord, shall we?" "Now..." "Maybe we shouldn't have waited, boss." "Just concentrate on this, Rob." "Go." "Just going to give you an injection." "Suction." "Suction." "Contractor, please." "There he goes." "Well done." "All's well that ends well." "Okay?" "You've been Roger's registrar for..." "How long is it now?" "Surely you must have cause for concern." "He's just delivered a healthy baby from a healthy mum." "Rob." "Rob, he was appointed based on his research in ovarian disease." "That and the funding that he brings to the hospital." "He isn't experienced enough in general obstetric practice to hold the post of consultant in OG." "You ever made a mistake?" "Ever killed someone?" "I've been a doctor for 1 3 years." "Of course I have." "Well then, with all due respect, who are you to point the finger?" "Rob, I'm not being insensitive to the cricothyrotomy." "Every doctor makes mistakes." "But everybody in this hospital knows that Roger makes mistakes again and again and again." "Now, that is not an isolated, uncharacteristic error." "You know, if there's a willingness to accept that or to learn from it or talk..." "You're wrong about him." "He's a supportive boss." "He's hard-working." "He's a good guy." "Roger Hurley may be a good guy, he's just not that good a doctor." "Yvonne..." "What?" "You're going to be okay." "Shit!" "Kat." "Oh, God." "Bloody hell." "Hey, what's the difference between a midwife and a sperm?" "I don't know." "The sperm can find the cervix." "Two centimetres dilated." "You've a long way to go, my girl." "A long, long way." "Mrs Carr should have her blood pressure checked hourly overnight." "Okay, I'll make sure the night staff know." "That's about me done for the day." "You?" "Another hour or so maybe." "Long day?" "Long day." "I could wait around an hour if you fancied going out for a quick drink." "Sorry." "Another night, then?" "The next time I won't try talking to you on the ward." "I do need to talk to you, though." "Rob." "Do you think Roger Hurley's incompetent?" "He's very into his research." "He's genuinely caring about his patients." "Have you ever seen him make mistakes?" "The maternity unit sees 4,000 labours a year." "Some are bound to go wrong." "Do his go wrong more often than they should?" "Some people say they do." "Who are some people?" "Hospital people." "What do you say?" "I've been here long enough to know it's best never to say anything." "Wait a second." "Who are these people who slag him off anyway?" "Midwives?" "Nurses?" "Fucking porters?" "You asked me what people say, I told you." "What do they say about me now?" "I botched up a cric and killed someone." "Complete waste of space." "What do you say about me?" "I don't say anything about you, Rob." "I'm sorry about Angela Strawberry." "I'm sorry it happened on your ward." "Please, don't say it wasn't my fault." "I just need someone to acknowledge I could've done better." "You could've done better." "If not tonight, can I see you tomorrow night?" "I'm married." "I know." "What happened shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry." "I'm not." "See me again." "Bollocks." "Morning." "Ooh." "Morning." "I want it out." "He'll make his appearance when he's good and ready." "Do you think about other people or scenarios during sex?" "Oh, I think that I'm a giraffe." "A giraffe?" "Oh, and do you enjoy sex?" "No." "Would you describe it as satisfying or unsatisfying?" "Unsatisfying." "And what is the most unsatisfying?" "Oral." "Okay." "And how much would be enough?" "Just some." "Okay, thank you." "I know you're dying to ask." "I'm not." "Okay, I'm asking." "I'm conducting interviews with sexually active patients and members of the staff." "Those who consent are being enrolled in a pilot study for bisphenafil as a possible treatment for FSD." "FSD?" "Female Sexual Dysfunction." "Does Kat suffer from..." "Shoo!" "Female Sexual Dysfunction, that's why you've not asked me, is it?" "I assumed you were involuntarily celibate." "We're getting there, Yvonne." "I want the little bugger out." "Delivery room one." "Six." "Seven." "Eight." "Okay, okay." "Breathe." "Relax." "Oh, piss off." "It's all right, love, breathe." "And you piss off and all." "Oh, Mark, I can't stand it." "The baby, Mark." "Jesus." "Sorry about the wait." "I'm Dr Dutta." "She's 28 weeks pregnant." "Will you need to deliver it early?" "I'll examine your wife and, well, then we'll see." "Thanks." "Tell me when you feel the next contraction coming." "Shit, you tell me." "Midwives!" "Christ, you all think you're so..." "I'm Mr Lake, the registrar." "I'm going to look after you, okay?" "Signals?" "Trying." "Don't you dare break it." "God!" "Oh, God!" "Okay, good." "There's a heartbeat and a strong one." "I've spoken to the consultant." "We're going to get you in theatre." "You'll be fine." "I've got Roger on the phone." "Thank you." " Boss, 28-weeker, probable abruption." " What do you want?" "Oh, shit." "Boss?" "Hi, a patient, Karen Taylor, 39 years old, 28 weeks gestation." "Probable abruption." "She's bleeding heavily." "BP, 1 00 over 60." "Okay, I'll finish off this DC and then come up and join you straightaway." "Thanks, boss." "You did it, Yvonne." "Is he okay?" "He's fine." "Lovely." "Oh, baby." " He's okay." " He's perfect." "She's all yours, thank you." "Doctor?" "Sorry." " Swabs." "Swabs." " Shit." " Shit." " Fuck!" "Shit." "She's bleeding faster than we can put it back." "I'm trying for fuck's sake." "I'm trying." " You should have done a hysterectomy." " Don't tell me what do to do." "I'm in charge here." "Swabs." "She's crashing." "Stand clear." "Stand clear." "Head, feet, body, myself clear." "Charging at 200." "Shocking." "No output." "Stand clear." "Charging at 200." "Shocking." "No output." "Stand clear." "Charging at 360." "Shocking." "Start compressions and adrenaline." "Two, three, four, five." "One, two, three, four, five." "I can't control the bleeding." "One, two, three, four, five." "One, two, three, four, five." "One, two, three, four, five." "Stop compressions." "I was trying to save her womb." "No." "No output." "Stand clear." "Charging at 360." "Shocking." "Sign is tachy." "The incision's extended into the venous plexus, the broad ligament." "Okay?" "Her heart is." "Swab." "Let's forget about the uterus, boss." "Let's save this woman's life, boss, yeah?" "Hysterectomy, yeah?" "Hysterectomy, boss." "Yeah." "Green Armytage." " Get me abdo tray, please?" " Abdo tray, please." "I don't know why she bled so much." "She just bled." "Mr Taylor, I'm sorry, I've got some bad news." "Your baby didn't survive." "I'm sorry." "Mark." "I'm afraid Karen's suffered some complications during the operation." "Her heart stopped beating for a time, until we got it going again." "Her brain received less oxygen than normal." "I'm afraid she didn't come round from the anaesthetic as we'd expect." "She's in a coma." "There are signs of brain damage." "It may be minor." "She may make a full recovery." "But we can't be certain until she comes round from the coma." "Oh, God." "If she comes around from the coma." "I'm very sorry." "It's okay." "I'll take him." "Can you get me a camera, please?" "Yeah." "You can hold him if you like." "He's a boy." "Would you like to hold him?" "We can take a lock." "Thank you." "We can take a lock of his hair and prints of his hands and feet." "He's gorgeous." "Absolutely gorgeous." "Something went wrong, didn't it?" "In the operation?" "Sometimes things go wrong." "Did somebody make a mistake?" "What's the point of asking you?" "You all stick together." "Did somebody make a mistake?" "Did they?" "Did somebody do this to her?" "Why didn't anybody stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Why didn't you stop them?" "Next time on Bodies." "Oh, shit, get that." "Maria, if you had a problem with my methods then you should have discussed them with me." "I tried, over and over again." "I'm not taking the blame if this baby comes out a fucking muppet." "I'm married." "I can't do this." "Where are my wife's records?" "You're asking me to blow the whistle." "If you can ignore this case, it won't be much longer till there's another one." "Boss, this isn't working." "You're in my way." "I've got a patient on the table in there." "If Hurley carries on the way he's going, she's gonna be dead in the next 1 0 minutes." "Is Roger calling me in?" "I am."