Trust Me

Jamie!

OK, welcome to the Jimmy Stewart.

Aye, we lost one a couple of hours ago.

Mr McGould. Nice guy.

Hello, darling. We've got a new recruit, Jamie McCain.

Hi. We've been expecting you.

If you just give us a couple of minutes?

- McGould was how old, 70? - 62.

Christ, that's no age!

- Still played five-a-side. - Really?

Patients talk to me.

Oh, don't worry about it, we can train that out of you.

It's just a knack.

It's a real shame we couldn't do more for him.

Well, we tried,

but the smoking and drinking caught up with him in the end.

Don't take it too personally.

When I was your age, I thought I could save everyone, too.

Right, shall we?

OK, let's slide on three. One, two, three.

You'll be OK, son, seriously.

They're good people.

He's not exactly a sparkling conversationalist.

I'm sure he'll be fine. Usually get there in the end.

Always get there in the end.

Man down!

Hello, Jamie.

My name's Dr Watson.

Don't worry, I've heard all the jokes.

You'll be flat on your back for today at least, I'm afraid.

Then we'll run some further assessments,

and hopefully we can begin physiotherapy as soon as possible.

Don't worry, you're in safe hands now.

Well, it's natural to feel a little disorientated when you first arrive,

but you'll find us all very approachable.

Great. Right, well, we'll talk later. Thanks.

I've a package for some lucky soul.

I think he's disgusting, but my sister's obsessed for some reason.

I just don't know what to do. Like, I've dropped...

- I've told him to come see me... - And what do I find, hmm?

Just our bin, stuffed full of his crap. Huh?

And was it properly sorted? Was it hell!

Is that your mum? Cos it looks like your mum!

- Arseholes! - Oh, get lost, Danny.

You shouldnae be watching that stuff. I'm taking it.

Hey, what the hell?!

You little prick!

Leave him alone.

You say something?

I said, leave him alone.

Huh! What are you going to do about it, mate?

Thought not.

Try that again and I'll break your arms as well.

Yep.

Arseholes!

Might need an X-ray.

Did you know a sprain can take as long to heal as a broken bone?

Thanks, though. You didn't have to do that.

I didn't DO anything.

You're that army guy, aren't you? What regiment? I know them all.

Rifles, Paras, Commandos. I had a wall chart when I was a kid.

I don't want to talk about it.

Engineers, Cavalry. That's tanks now, though, not horses.

I said, I don't want to talk about it.

Right. OK. Sorry.

What level are you?

Where's your lesion?

T6. Fracture.

Complete or partial?

The cord injury, is it a complete or partial transection?

Partial.

Good. That significantly improves your prognosis.

Are you writing all this down?

Yeah. I need to keep my records up to date.

Any other medication? Are you a smoker?

Who are you?

Oh. Er... I'm Danny. Danny Adams.

T6, also partial. So we're, like, the same, spinal twins.

It's important. You help me, I'll help you.

Be your eyes.

But first, I need to understand your risks.

We all have to be careful in here.

There was one last night, James McGould. 62, C5, complete.

Hi, Danny.

Is he annoying you?

Um... we were talking about, er... football.

Right. Well, Jamie's just arrived,

so maybe just give him a little bit of time to, you know,

get his bearings.

Right, OK. All right, Debbie.

- I was just trying to be friendly. - OK.

Sorry. Danny's, er...

Well, he's harmless.

And lonely.

No visitors today, then?

Your family or friends?

Well, if you need something, just give me a buzz.

I'm so sorry about this!

Right! How many times have I told you about this? It's disgusting!

Right, you, out, now! Go on!

Sake!

Later, Matt!

Do you think it's true, that he's SAS?

I've really got no idea. Could always ask him.

He won't talk about the army. He doesn't want to speak to me.

We're working on him.

As a post-registration junior doctor,

you have unlimited access to his medical records.

I also have a duty of confidentiality.

He's my friend. He helped me.

Then you should definitely just ask him.

He won't admit it, you're not allowed to.

Even to their friends?

I don't make the rules. It's because of national security.

Oh!

Hi. Sorry. Looks like we're both late. Naughty step awaits.

- There was a new arrival. - Whereas I have no excuse.

You haven't seen my ID card, have you? I can't find it anywhere.

No. Sorry. Er...

I pin mine, it's more secure.

Also, I was going to mention your ring.

Personal jewellery on the unit.

Yeah, I know, officially, I...

Infection control guidelines are pretty clear.

If medical staff members don't obey the rules,

then it sort of sends the wrong message, don't you think?

After you.

Apologies, everyone.

Got tied up in the ward.

They say there's no rest for the wicked.

What are you suggesting, Doctor?

Now, I'm sure you're all aware that we had a death last night.

Mr McGould. Obviously, there will be a postmortem,

which will no doubt reveal the cause of death.

Right, well, let's start with our new admission,

Corporal James McCain.

I understand he prefers to be known as Jamie.

Serving soldier, injured in the line of duty.

Medevac'd back to the UK post-surgery.

The military hospital has no beds at the mo,

so we are stepping into the breach, as it were.

Luckily, the vest he was wearing prevented serious injury,

but our major issue is the thoracic fracture.

So, what happened?

No idea.

- Function? - Now paraplegic.

Limited ability in the arms, nothing in the legs.

He's still in the spinal-shock phase,

so there's a real chance of rapid recovery.

And you've discussed all this with him?

I tried. He blanked me.

So has he said anything at all?

Barely a word since he arrived.

I fear we may be in for a wee struggle there.

Lots of anger and resistance.

I think we're still deep in a certain Egyptian river.

- Denial? - Exactly.

I'm here all week, folks.

Right, moving on.

Our resident eccentric, Danny Adams.

- Has there been a home visit? - Yes, all done.

Just waiting on a few more aids to be installed

- and then he's good to go. - What's it like, the flat?

Well, Sheena said it was basically a shrine to Doctor Who.

- I approve. - It's interesting,

but not unusual for someone on the autistic spectrum.

Mm. Which explains quite a lot of his more challenging aspects.

Er... I like sci-fi.

What does that make me?

The person who he relates to, for which we're all grateful.

- So, three more days for Danny, agreed? - Mm-hm.

Before we go, I am sure we would all like to offer

our formal congratulations to Zoe and Alex.

A little bird tells me a date has finally been set.

8th June. Obviously, you're all invited.

Evening do. The ceremony's just family.

Well, I, for one, can't wait to celebrate

the end of Scotland's longest ever engagement. Congratulations.

I wanted to say thanks for standing up for me.

I'm going home soon, and I wanted you to have my plant.

It's a Venus flytrap.

I've been watching it for ages. I've never seen it catch anything,

but maybe you'll be lucky.

It, um... it does get easier, all this.

Y-Y-You do get used to it.

Sure.

It's, er... it's OK to be scared. I was.

I'm not scared.

Maybe you're not, but I'm going home soon, you'll be on your own.

So it's important that you listen to me.

You're still weak. I won't be able to help you any more.

I really don't know what you're on about.

That's what I'm trying to explain. Look...

I'm only showing you this for your own protection.

See, base mortality remains steady across similar institutions.

The UK is in blue, Europe's in green

and the rest of the world is in cyan, which is like a light blue.

But this place, this place is in red.

You know what?

Maths was never my strong point.