RFDS: Royal Flying Doctor Service

-Did you catch up with Henry in the end?

-He said he apologised to you.

-He also said that he told you that he'd cut you off if you went through with the trip.

Why didn't you tell me that?

-I thought if you thought that he hated you, then what chance would we ever have of working out?

-Is the doctor coming?

-You're looking at him.

-You know who you are?

Dr.

Deadly.

-So, how far along are you?

-10 weeks.

-So you'd be fine to stop flying for a year?

-No.

It would change everything.

Completely handbrake our careers.

-Yeah.

-This is a surprise party, isn't it?

-[ Cries ] I just feel like I don't know.

-Leonie Smith, man, we just want to celebrate you.

-Surprise!

[ Cheering ] -When I hugged you, if I overstepped... -Don't be ridiculous.

-I shouldn't have cut you off, 'cause I -- -Ah.

Whoa.

I think my waters are broken.

Oh.

-We need to get the baby out now.

-Whatever happens, I trust you, okay?

-Last push, give it everything you got.

-You okay?

-We are now.

-We have decided that Peter Emerson's nursing registration will be suspended for a minimum period of six months, and mandatory skill and professional standards re-training to be undertaken before it is reinstated.

-It's probably a good time for me to sort a few things out, anyway.

So I'll see you around, then, eh?

-Yeah.

See you around.

[ Cellphone rings ] RFDS, Dr.

Harrod speaking.

-You out far?

-I've been having pain.

-I love how you just say that like nothing.

-Deep breath in.

Okay.

I'll just feel up in here.

Ah.

[ Laughs ] That's it.

Are you ready?

-There's a spider on that one.

Careful.

-Ooh!

-So you've had some back pain on the left?

-Yeah, and the headaches, all the same stuff that mum used to get with the polycystic kidneys.

-Have you said anything to Pete?

-Mate, I get a paper cut, he tells me to go to emergency.

Sorry, is that weird for you?

How about we book in to the nephrologist for a re-scan and see how it's all going?

So, how have your periods been lately?

-Eh, all over the shop.

Same as mum's were.

-Eliza!

Need help here!

[ Grunting ] -Barry?

What happened?

-He said his stomach.

-It's killing me.

Argh!

-[ Groans ] -Okay.

Let's have a look.

-Argh!

-Oh!

It's quite distended.

Let's get a monitor on you.

Taylor, can you call the boys?

-Yeah.

-He's pretty Tachypnic.

-Mesenterikiskemia?

-Oh, oh.

-What's that?

-It's when the blood supply, your gut is cut off.

Have you eaten anything dodgy in the past few days, Barry?

-Just tins of stuff.

Stew.

Argh!

-Were the tins okay?

-Botulism?

-Argh.

-I think the altitude's making it worse.

-It's Boyle's law.

Gas is expanding.

Matty, can you release the pressure with the nasal gastric?

Sea level cabin, please, Graham.

-Roger that.

-BP up, 140 on 90.

-Can you see any bowel obstructions?

-I just can't see past these gas filled -- -Ah!

-[ Flatulating ] -Oops.

-There's that stew, hey?

-Are you feeling better?

-Sorry about that.

-Oh, don't worry.

We've dealt with much worse, believe me.

-Can someone crack a window?

-Oh, no.

-Oh, yes.

-It was like someone ran over a bullfrog on a dirt bike.

-What, you can hear it over the engine?

-It just about showed up on the radar.

-Oh, stop!

-Poor Baz.

-How was he?

-He felt so bad.

He said he would fundraise back double the cost of the flight.

-It was an expensive shart.

-Oh, don't.

Just a sec.

-Wait, is the big fella coming?

Him and Wayne are the only ones that can play.

-I'm right here.

-Yeah, you bring experience.

-Sorry, I'm on the first half of nap duty.

-What?

-See ya.

-Well, is he?

-He was coming when I left this morning.

-Oh, I bet he was.

-You really need a boyfriend.

-You need a boyfriend.

-Hey, I heard Barry was okay.

-Oh.

Just a mild case of mortification.

-[ Laughs ] -Oh, before you play, can we have a quick chat about your result?

-Oh.

They're worse than you said, aren't they?

-No.

No, your kidneys are stable.

Well, your creatinine was elevated.

But so was your HCG.

-What's that?

-Well, typically, it's a pregnancy hormone.

-Oh, you got to be f -- -Oh, are you calling him?

-I'll call him now!

-Uh, on a bus.

Yeah, outside of Kingsley, the plane got a flat.

Now, I was tempted to nick the clinic troopy, but I felt bad.

Yeah, no, no, no.

No, start without me.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Alright.

Bye.

Bye.

-Oh, my God.

-How many weeks am I?

-Early.

About six, I'd say.

-Are you gonna tell Cameron?

-Oi.

Where's your fella?

-He said he was coming.

-[ Whistles ] -Sorry, power lines down on the highway.

-Oi, Havees off.

Athlesurewear on.

-Hey.

-[ Laughs ] -Oh.

-No.

Mum.

Mom, it is.

If she makes the State Athletic Squad tomorrow, they go do the US College tour.

You have to.

Call you later.

-Alright, Stop's over.

Got to get moving.

-[ Sighs ] -I feel sick.

-Well, stop looking at your phone.

-I'm not looking at my phone.

Mm, I told you it's -- it's nerves.

I'm gonna spew.

Mm.

-Here you go.

Here you go.

Just in case.

-Oh, thanks.

-That's alright.

Are you alright?

-Yeah, I think it's probably just a little bit of motion sickness.

-Any chance we can stop again at the next rest stop?

-We just had one.

-I know, but my sister's feeling sick.

-Next break's in an hour.

-You want her to spew on the bus?

-There's sick bags in the seat pocket, all right?

-So what?

We're gonna hold a spew bag for another hour?

-That's your problem.

My problem is getting everyone else there on time.

If I keep stopping every 15 minutes, we'll never get there.

-Mate, in the interests of me not getting spewed on, and you not having to clean it up, do you -- Can you throw one in for free?

-[ Sighs ] Two minutes.

-Alright, cheers.

-Thanks so much.

Grumpy.

-What did you just say to me?

-I said, thank you.

-And what did you say after that smartarse?

-Alright, I take it, easy.

-I can't take it easy.

If we're half an hour late, I lose my job.

-Mate.

-Mate!

-Oh, jeez!

[ All screaming ] -[ Groans ] Mate?

You all right?

Argh.

[ Groans ] [ Screaming in background ] -Poppy?

Right.

You okay?

What's your name?

-Um, Joe.

-Joe.

Are you hurt?

Anywhere?

-I'm fine.

Where's my sister?

Where's Poppy?

Poppy!

-Hey, Joe.

Joe, look at me.

Are you sure you're okay?

You all right to go call for help?

-I'm not leaving Poppy.

-Yeah, listen, I'm a nurse with the RFDS.

I will find your sister, but she's gonna need someone to call for help.

Do you think you could do that?

-Alright.

Ah, Jesus.

-[ Grunts ] Sorry.

Head back to that rest stop until you get reception.

Call triple zero.

Tell them there's a mass casualty about, what are we, 100Ks from Kingsley?

-I don't have my phone.

-Take mine.

Um, passcode -- ah -- is 1928.

Call the names I have written on the back there.

Damn it.

Everyone just try and stay calm.

We're gonna get you out.

Ah, is there anyone with -- Is there anyone with first aid or medical training?

-Yeah, mate.

First aid.

-Yeah.

Alright, stay with me.

-Is he?

-Yeah.

But first, we need to get this windscreen out.

-[ Groans ] Mate.

You're alright, we just -- No, don't, don't, don't, mate, no, no, no!.

-Oh!

-Mate.

Gonna get you out, alright?

Okay, one, two, three!

-I'm -- I'm really sweaty.

-So am I?

I mean, the sensible thing to do would be to, take a shower, I suppose.

-Well, that's only reasonable.

-I'm a reasonable guy.

[ Cellphone rings ] You know, for a hot phone, that thing really has a knack of cooling things off, doesn't it?

Uh... As it happens, it's not the hot phone.

-Oh.

That's lucky.

-Whoa!

[ Laughs ] -We got a very, very sexy emergency.

-But how does she have school sores?

She doesn't go to school.

-You don't actually get them from the school?

-Yeah, Thanks, Doc.

I meant who did she get them from?

Like, could you have brought them home from a patient, maybe?

-Or toy library, baby bounce could have been anywhere.

-Yeah, but you've seen how many antibacterial wipes I use.

-Yeah, a little bit of antibody cream, you'll be fine, won't you, Bubba?

Eh?

[ Cellphone rings ] -I'll be damned.

-Well, answer it.

You've been bitching about him not calling for months.

-Ah, it'll just be an ass dial.

-Answer it.

-Long time.

-Is, uh, is this, uh, Wayne?

-Sorry, who's this?

-Yep.

Just on the side of the right there's good.

-[ Groans ] -You're okay, mate, you're okay.

Hey, you know how to build a fire?

Alright, get everyone who can walk and talk around it to keep warm.

What's your name?

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

Stay with me.

-Owen.

Got to call the company.

-Hey, no, no, no, don't worry about that, mate.

-Um... -[ Man screaming ] -Stay right there.

I'll be right back, okay?

Be right back.

-[ Screams ] -Hey.

Hey, I'm -- I'm Pete.

I'm a nurse.

Just try and stay still, mate.

Just there.

Okay.

All right, mate.

Got to put your foot back in to restore blood flow.

Who do you support?

Port or Crows?

-[ Screams ] -Chuck us that laptop.

Great.

That's gonna work here.

[ Cellphone ringing ] Oh, it is the work phone.

-[ Cellphone rings ] -Leonie.

Is everything right?

-Central Region Fire and Rescue, leading station officer Java speaking.

-Did you see Pete?

-Yeah.

Okay, let me know if any assets come up anywhere.

Okay, I'll call you back.

Ambo volunteers and police are arriving from Kingsley now.

-Any other planes?

-No, Nigel's overnighting in Sydney, so only pilot's Graham, but I'm working on it.

-Who's controlling?

-Ryan.

-Our on scene command.

-We'll take over medical when we get there.

-They've only got one MTP plus our blood shipper.

They're scrambling.

-So only eight units of blood?

-We're gonna need more, and a haematologist on standby.

-Leonie, can you make that call?

-Copy that.

-We'll conserve as much as we can.

-Gray?

How close can we land?

-Aberdale Road House is closest.

-Oi.

Is Peter okay?

-Yeah, as far as we know.

-Well, I want to come with you.

With all the patients, you're gonna need mental health support, right?

-Couldn't hurt.

-We got room for six if two buckle in on stretchers.

-Yeah.

Okay.

Let's get moving, everyone.

-Hey.

Hey.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

-[ Groaning ] [ Flies buzzing ] -Hey.

Hey, you alright?

-As we sieve and sort, remember, respirates 10 to 29, passes under 120.

Anything outside of that, I need to know.

Wayne, prep intranasal Fent, TXA, IV morph, and can you lead P1s when we get there?

Matty, you're on IV and IO access, and can you help Wayne with the P1s, Chaya, you're on P2s.

I will focus on triage.

We need the two most critical patients ready to depart as soon as possible.

This will be overwhelming.

But let's not let the scale of it make us forget that this is going to be one of the scariest days of these people's lives.

-[ Gasps ] -You alright, mate?

You alright?

-I can't breathe.

-[ Sighs ] -When did you talk to him last?

-Not since he left.

Maybe a year.

-Who is this?

-Well, the nurse on the scene.

He's a late RFDS, but, uh, used to be with us.

-It's Pete.

-Pete, Pete?

-Mm.

-Okay, stay with me, mate.

Owen, stay with me.

Owen, stay with me.

Is that everyone out?

-Yeah, I think so.

-Yeah, alright.

Come on, mate.

Come on, breathe.

-[ Siren wailing ] -Owen, breathe.

Fight, Owen.

Keep breathing, Owen, stay with me.

Breathe, mate, breathe.

-Hey, mate, I'm Caleb.

You the nurse?

-Yeah.

Pete.

We got two critical.

There's several P2s and P3s, about 20 passengers all up.

Who else is coming?

-Well, local ambos, fire and rescue are right behind me.

And then we got RFDS coming out of Broken Hill, they're landing it up now.

-Yeah, alright.

Okay, well, tell them we need to make safe -- How many planes?

-Just one so far.

-Okay.

-Hey, mate!

I got do a chest decompression.

You got a needle or something?

-I got an angiocath.

-Yeah, that's even better.

-Come on, Owen, breathe, mate, breathe.

Breathe, breathe.

Okay.

-[ Gasps for breath ] -Breathe, Owen.

Good, mate, good.

Good.

-Bloody hell.

[ Siren wailing ] -Hi.

Dr.

Harrod, RFDS Medical Command.

-Caleb, Active Scene Commander.

-What's the set wrap?

-So you got two criticals, several P2s and P3s in the staging area.

-Right.

-20 passengers in total.

Nurse is upfront with the critical driver.

-Is that Pete?

-Yeah.

-This is Ryan with Fire and Rescue.

He'll take over scene command.

-Ill go up front and make safe.

-Oh, doc.

Nurse wanted you check on the lady over there.

-Okay.

Wayne, Matty, go find Pete.

-Hi.

I'm Dr.

Harrod.

-Hey.

-Hey.

-You alright?

-Yeah.

Yep, this is Owen.

We got flail chess with tension humo.

I've needled him, he's gonna need to drain.

Is there somewhere -- Have we got somewhere to make him safe?

-Yeah, yeah.

This is Ryan with Fire and Rescue.

He's the scene commander.

-Hey.

-Hey.

Well, I've taken the key out.

I don't know about the battery and fuel.

-Mate, we got this.

You go help with the P2s.

-You sure?

-Yep.

-Alright, you got it.

-[ Monitor flat lining ] -You can stop bagging.

She's gone.

Alright.

When you get a second, can you get her a blanket?

Hey.

-Hey.

Is, um, is she?

-No.

Are you alright?

-Yep.

[ Woman screams ] Joe!

[ Coughs ] Joe!

-Poppy!

-Joe?!

Where's my brother?

-Poppy.

-My leg's stuck.

-Eliza.

We've got an entrapment.

-Hi, Poppy.

I'm Eliza.

I'm a doctor with the RFDS.

This is Nurse Pete.

And you've already met Ryan from Fire and Rescue.

-Hey, Poppy.

Let's get you out of here, yeah?

-[ Screams ] -Alright.

Have you hit your head or had any trouble breathing, Poppy?

-Uh, no, but just my leg, it's killing me.

[ Sobs ] -I bet it is.

All right.

I'll get access.

Just a short scratch, Poppy, alright?

-She's tarchy.

BP's at 80.

Systolic.

-What do you think?

-Ah, it's too risky to cut against the ground.

Best option's to lift the bus.

-Guys, we need high pressure airbags, side stabilisers, and all the wood chocks you got.

-[ Cries ] -Can we stay here until you do?

-Yeah, just be ready to come out as soon as I say so, okay?

Hang in there, Poppy.

We'll have you up in a second, okay?

-Okay, let's get some painkillers into you.

Now, do you have any major allergies?

Are you on any medications?

Are there any issues medically with you or your family, Poppy?

-Uh, yeah.

My, um, my mom and brother have, like, a blood thing and -- urgh -- IGA, something.

-An Immunoglobulin deficiency?

-Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

-My, um, my brother Joe had a bad reaction when he was a kid in hospital.

He nearly died.

I've never been tested.

-So, let's get a unit of blood in now, and another one ready to go.

When they lift the bus, the bleeding's going to get a lot worse.

If she has an IGA deficiency, we can't use FFP to stop the bleeding.

-Can we give bloods with the IGA deficiency?

-We have to take that risk, but no FFP.

The chances of anaphylaxis are too high.

The bloods will keep her alive for now.

-What if we can't get the bus up?

-Let's hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

I'll get a tourniquet on.

-Yep.

-Owen, I'm not gonna lie to you, mate.

It's gonna hurt like hell.

It's gonna get you breathing again.

Alright, scalpel.

Yep.

-Oh, oh!

-Doing well, doing well.

Here we go.

-[ Groans ] [ Screams ] -Joe!

Poppy!

Is there a Joe or a Poppy here?

-Um, they haven't been recorded yet.

Are they -- -My kids.

They're my kids.

-How are we looking?

-Getting there.

Let's go, come on.

-Poppy!

Joe!

-Just wait a minute.

-Tay, Tay, what are you doing here?

-This is... -Anna.

My kids were on the bus.

Their names are Poppy and Joe.

-Mum?

-Poppy?!

Oh, thank God.

I'm here.

Poppy, are you okay?

Can I go in?

-No, no, I'm sorry, but until we can get it lifted, we can only have emergency crew inside the bus, okay?

I'm sorry.

-Well, why aren't you bringing her out?

-Yeah, well, we are.

It's just that her leg is pinned beneath the bus right now.

-Oh, my God.

-Poppy tells me that you and your son have an IGA deficiency.

Is that correct?

-Yeah, yeah.

-And Poppy hasn't been tested?

-No.

Why?

-Mum, where's Joey?

Is he with you?

-No.

-Well, he might be at the staging area.

-He's not.

Not that I saw.

-No, he called me on someone's phone, and then he stopped talking.

-Uh, well, reception might have dropped out.

-No, it was still connected.

He just -- I don't know.

He just sounded confused, and then he went quiet.

-Well, which way did he go?

We'll go and look for him.

-Ah, geez, he was heading towards that rest stop.

-Mum, go get Joey.

-No, I'm not leaving you, honey.

-I'm fine.

Just please go get Joe.

-Eliza, are you okay if I, uh...?

-Yeah.

You go, take a scoop and a pack and tell Chaya to come here.

-Yep.

-Okay, come on.

Come on.

-[ Groans ] [ Cries ] Is my leg gonna be okay?

-Let's get this bus up and figure all that out.

All right?

-Mm.

-Hey.

What can I do?

-Chaya, this is Poppy.

She has her leg trapped.

Can you get her on an end tile, please?

-Hi, Poppy.

I'm Chaya.

I like your necklace.

Will I still be able to run on it?

-We're gonna do everything we can.

-Joey!

-Joe!

-Still no answer.

-Keep trying.

-Route movements, fellas.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -Pressure tank coming in.

-What happens if they can't lift the bus?

-They have got lots of strong machinery, okay?

We're gonna get you out.

-Okay, minutes away.

Everyone out and clear from the bus.

-Okay.

Copy that.

We'll be back before you know it.

-Clearing the bus.

[ Indistinct chatter ] -Ryan?

-Yeah.

-As soon as the pressure is off her leg, she's at risk of major haemorrhage, so you tell me the second we can get back in.

-Yep, will do.

Alright.

You good?

You good?

Alright, we set?

Alright, ready to lift, everyone clear.

-Clear, clear.

-Air bags.

[ Motor rumbling ] -When they lift it, how long do we have?

-We need to get in as soon as possible.

-[ Screams ] -Poppy.

We're just here, okay?

-[ Screams ] -Stop, stop, stop!

-What?

What's the hold up?

-Ah, the ground's sliding.

We might need another pin.

-I don't have that long.

I'm going back in.

It's right, Poppy.

We're still here.

-It hurts so bad!

[ Sobs ] -IV is oozing.

Blood's not clotting.

We either give FFP and risk anaphylaxis, or we remove the limb.

-Shouldn't we try lifting it again?

-We don't have time.

It's FFP or amputation.

But FFP could kill her.

[ Cellphone ringing ] -Over here.

-Joey?

Joe!

-Joe.

Joe.

Can you hear me?

Joe?

-Oh, my God.

Joey?

Honey.

Honey, it's Mum.

Come on, darling.

Open your eyes.

I'm here.

Come on, honey.

-Sorry.

-What?

What is it?

-Are you there, Wayne?

-Pete, go ahead.

-We got a potential extradural haemorrhage south of the bus crash, he's gonna need tubing.

Is there any chance?

-I'm good here.

You go.

-Pete on my way.

Kit.

-Poppy, sweetheart?

-Are you getting me out?

-We are.

But it's proving too difficult to move the bus.

We've done everything we can, and you're losing too much blood.

The only way to free you is to remove your lower leg.

-No, no, no.

-I know it sounds awful, but it's the only way to keep you alive.

-No, I'd rather die.

I'm a runner.

It's all I care about.

You can't take my leg.

-I know it feels like the end of the world, but the real end of the world will be if we don't do it.

-No, I'd rather die than lose my leg.

-Any job, any sport, you can do that without a limb.

Okay?

You just -- you have to stay alive first, yeah?

Poppy, are you with us?

-It's the ketamine.

Scalpel.

Are you going to be able to do this?

-Yeah.

-Hey.

-Wayne.

Wayne!

Hey, uh, CFS at the nose.

Pushing response.

Big lump on the parietal.

One eye's deviated down and out, with a large pupil and rests, they're still low.

-This the lad that called me?

How'd he get out here?

-I sent him to get reception.

-And you didn't notice any head injury?

-No.

-Alright, let's crash intubate for a definitive OA.

Get him down now.

-Can you open some gauze for me, please?

- Eliza, it's Wayne.

Do you copy?

-Okay.

Wayne, go ahead.

-Travelling back now with a 19-year-old male.

Possible extradural haematoma.

ETA five.

We've crashed, intubated, and bagged, but we need a ventilator.

-We only got two, yeah?

-Yeah, why?

-Uh, I've got a lower limb amputation with the teenage girl.

-Oh, my God, is that Poppy?

-Well, she's sedated.

She should be alright.

She does need surgery, though.

-Gray, do you copy?

-Copy.

-How far away is the second plane?

-About an hour.

-Can we fit all three if we get the two men on stretchers and Poppy on a Vacman on the floor?

-I'll have to check with head of flying ops.

-Then do it.

Wayne, I'll get the ventilator and meet you in the central area.

-Alright, copy that.

-Is Poppy gonna be alright?

-They're looking after her.

-Aaah!

-Oh!

-Tay.

Tay, you alright?

Wayne, you got this?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Tay, you alright?

You alright?

-Oh, yeah.

I'm alright.

-You sure?

-Oh!

-Okay, right.

Let' swap out, mate.

You need to go up front.

Tay, you reckon you're okay to take this off?

-Okay, lifting on three.

One, two, three.

Let's go.

-We're nearly there, honey.

Were nearly there, darling.

Hang on.

Hang on.

Thanks, buddy.

Alright, just there.

-Okay, down in three.

One, two.

-Thank you.

-Oh, my God.

Poppy!

-She's stable, just sedated.

-I'm so sorry.

With the possible IGA deficiency, giving FFP would have been too dangerous.

There was nothing we could do to save her leg.

-Eliza.

Close.

-Okay.

Let's get these three to the plane.

Wayne, Matty, Caleb.

You take the bus driver and the police car to the strip.

I'll go with Poppy and Joe and the troopy.

-Ah!

-Tay.

Tay.

-My God, what happened?

Are you alright?

-Okay.

-No, no, she tripped.

The stretcher kind of landed on top of her.

-Let me take a look.

Oh.

I need the ultrasound.

-Yeah.

-Has the PKD flared up again?

-It's fine.

Obvious free fluid.

And I think the architecture of the right kidney is damaged, but it's hard to tell with all the cysts.

Matty, how much blood do we have?

-Uh, there's only one unit left.

-She's tarchy.

Systolic's 82.

-We can't wait.

She needs blood now.

-Okay, let's run it, please.

-Yep.

-We need to get her to hospital urgently.

-Taylor?

-Mm.

-You're going to need surgery.

-Well, what about the baby?

-What?

What?

What, what baby?

-It'll be alright.

We'll know more when we get to hospital.

She's going to have to come with us.

-Well, what are you doing out here then?

-How about we discuss this later, huh?

-Eliza, Graham here, do you copy?

-Gray, it's Wayne.

Go ahead.

-OFO gave the go ahead to take three.

-Well, now we got four.

So someone's gonna have to stay behind.

-So, we leave the driver, right?

-Drain's working, airway's patent.

-He's got a flail and a hemopneumo.

He needs to go.

Can we road Taylor?

-She needs more blood, and we're running out.

-Joe's heart rate's 48, hypertensive and GCS five, despite no sedation.

-Could he survive?

-Not without immediate neurosurgery.

-So take the kids.

They're both critical.

-There's critical, then there's -- -Yeah, but you said he has a chance.

-With immediate surgery.

-Then we're wasting time.

-Look, even if he survives, chances are it won't be good.

-He's young and fit.

We have to try.

-Poppy, Taylor, and the driver will go.

-I just -- I think it's the wrong call.

-Well, it's not your call to make.

-It's mine, for better or worse.

Let's get these three on the plane.

I'll stay here on the ground with Joe until the backup plane arrives.

-Alright.

-So you're taking the driver?

-It's a triage call.

-What's going on?

Why aren't you leaving?

-The issue is that we can't fit more than three patients on the plane.

-Well, is there another one coming?

-There is.

In an hour.

-So first, we're going to take Poppy, this young woman, and the driver.

-What?

What about Joe?

-Anna.

Your son's head injuries are catastrophic.

We're seeing signs that his brain is swollen to the point where -- -He should go on the plane.

Shouldn't he?

-We are gonna stay with him on the ground until the backup plane arrives.

-No, no, you can't just leave him here.

-Anna, everyone is gonna do everything they possibly can for your son.

-No.

No, you can't just leave him here!

-Eliza, we need to move.

-Pete, are you -- -Yeah, I'll go with Taylor.

-Matty, you stay here, Chaya, I need you to... -Alright, let's get the driver and the troopy and the girls in the ambulance, please.

-Little help here, please.

-No, no.

You can't leave, please.

Hey, hang on, please.

-Hey, Anna.

We're right here, okay?

We're not going anywhere.

-Please take my son.

-Okay, you've got -- -Come on.

-Anna, you've got to let go.

-Come on, he's -- -Anna.

-He's right there.

-Anna, Anna, Anna, Anna, listen.

Listen, listen, listen, I know it's scary.

I know it's scary.

You gotta let -- -Get off me!

You can't just leave him here to die.

Come on.

Come on.

-Anna, we're not leaving him.

We're staying with him, okay?

-Take my son.

Please take my son.

-They're doing everything they can.

-No, they're not doing everything they can!

They're not!

No!

No, no, no, take him!

-Matty, let's temporise him with another round of hypertonic saline and keep the CO2 on the low side.

-How long do you think that will the work for?

-I don't know.

-This blood's not cutting it.

BP's still too low.

I think we need to try the FFP.

-And the anaphylaxis, with the IGA deeficiency, Wayne?

-At this point, we've got no choice.

-Yep.

I'll draw up a bag of adrenaline to counter any anaphylactic shock.

Hope for the best.

-Giving another 250 milles of hypertonic saline.

Look, that's them.

Hey, backup's here, okay?

-Oh, good, thank God, thank God.

Hang in there, honey?

[ Beeping ] What is that?

What?

-He's brachycardic.

No pulse.

Starting compressions.

-Oh, my.

Hang in there, honey.

-FFP's up, adrenaline infusion ready to go.

How long will she take to react?

-Well, it'll be pretty quick.

-What's going on?

Is he breathing?

-They're just helping get his heart going again.

-Oh, come on, baby!

Come on!

-Another dose, please.

-Come on, honey.

-Adrenaline in.

-Come on, my baby.

Come on.

Just hang on.

Just hang on, honey.

The plane's here.

Okay?

There you go, baby, come on.

There you go.

Come on, baby, the plane's coming.

Honey, the plane's nearly here, baby.

You're doing good.

You're doing so good, honey.

-Pupils fixed.

-Please, please, please.

Please help him.

-Cycle the BP.

-Yeah.

-Okay, BP's better.

We're up to 80 systolic.

Does that -- does that mean we're good?

-Eliza, I think he's... -It's not for Joe.

It's for Anna.

-Please help him.

Come on, honey, the plane's here.

-Time of death, 9:36 P.M.

-Where's Joe?

-Hey, Taylor in surgery?

-Yeah.

Yeah, it doesn't look like the kidney's gonna make it.

Who knows about the baby?

-I'll check in on her tomorrow.

You alright?

-Yeah.

-Alright.

Well, see you when we see you.

-Yeah, see you when I see you.

-Uh, yeah, yeah, just had a little ping.

I think I might have broken my arm.