(Series 16, ep.15) We already know that Jac Naylor is most comfortable when she’s in control, and is most in control when she’s working. There’s that lovely professional distance thing, where you can refer to the person you’re treating as “the patient” and it makes them seem that bit less emotional and vulnerable and more like an interesting problem to be solved.
It was therefore entirely in character that she should describe her baby daughter as “the patient” when talking to the paediatric surgeon who was about to operate on her. Jac had done the research, and was of the professional opinion that “the patient” was ready for the surgery.
Leaving Jonny Mac to cry over the crib, Jac went off to join Elliot Hope in looking after Robbie, a cystic fibrosis patient who would die without some bits of donor lung. In the process she received a hefty amount of speaking-your-brains from Robbie’s girlfriend Laura, who insisted she wanted to watch while Jac transplanted bits of Robbie’s parents into him (we never got to see these parents – Laura phoned them and the next thing they knew they were anaesthetised and having chunks of their lungs carried from one operating theatre to the next, poor souls). “You can’t possibly want to stand there and watch him die,” Jac said, cracking a bit and revealing that Emma’s surgery was very much on her mind. Laura – who was a tad annoying – said that if you love someone, you’re there for them. “If I have to watch him die… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else,” she said.
Robbie went bleep in theatre, but Jac (with Elliot’s calm help) got him sorted out and then she was out of her surgical cap and gown and hot-footing it to Paeds, where she had the novel experience of sitting in a corridor with Jonny Mac, like any other terrified relative, while Emma had her operation.
The good news is that Emma is apparently doing well. Jac popped back to talk to Laura about Robbie. “He’ll get through this and you’ll be there,” she said, speaking her own brains this time. Then she went back to sit with her daughter.
It’s been a while since the phrase “Walk with me” was a regular feature on Holby, but Sacha used it this week when he had to get tough on Digby. The reason for this was that Digby was getting seriously irritated by Dominic, who as well as being the little worm who dumped Malick in hot water is also genuinely irritating in his own right. Sacha made them work together on a tricky case – once again on Keller one patient gets at least two and usually three doctors all to herself. Dominic knows exactly how to wind Digby up (“You sound like a tiny Bond villain in scrubs”), but took his competitiveness too far by binning test results and not sharing information. Digby had some support from Zosia, who glides around with a tiny ironic smile playing about her lips, and eventually he and Dominic between them managed to reach a tricky diagnosis that wasn’t even Addison’s disease.
A similar “we must work together for the sake of the patient” situation was going on in AAU, where Mo had been summoned for a CT issue and had to work alongside her sister. They’re actually quite friendly and Adele’s hair even matches Mo’s coat, but the main issue was that Mo didn’t really value her sister’s job as an HCA. For the second week running, poor Adele had a gut instinct about a patient which proved to be correct but was ignored by her “superiors.” In that respect she’s like an under-qualified Frieda Petrenko, but I can’t imagine for one minute that Goth Dr Frieda would have found Selfie attractive, as Adele apparently does.
Next time: There’s a new doctor (Joseph McFadden) who sounds promisingly eccentric; Jac gets a lesson on the beauty of motherhood; and Zosia gets excited by a 2,000 year old patient.