(Series 13, Ep.45) The vultures landed in Holby this week, in the form of a team from The Mythical St James’s. They wanted to see what they might be getting, in terms of surgical skills, when Holby’s CT department is shifted over to their Mythical Premises. I actually visualise it like Darkplace Hospital (of Garth Marenghi fame), with lightning flashes overhead and a standard-sized hellmouth beneath.
Not the sort of place Elliot Hope would be happy, and this was confirmed when he heard that they were offering him only one day of operating time a week. “The sheer joy of surgery – that’s what I’ll miss most,” Elliot reflected sadly, as it became clear that the master plan was actually to oust him altogether. It made me wonder why he didn’t cast his CV a little wider in search of a position where his talents would be more appreciated – after all, when his domestic arrangements were last discussed, he was living in his car with his dog, so it’s not like he’s not mobile.
This (ie realism) isn’t the point, though. The point is that CT is the heart of Holby, and this battle between Holby City and St James’s is, quite literally, a battle for hearts and minds. Everyone knew who’d come out of it well – Sahira Shah the Registrah. After all, she was Hanssen’s golden girl, and he’d set up the Cardiac Trauma Unit especially to help safeguard her future at Holby. “Unlike myself, who somehow managed to get by on surgical brilliance alone,” muttered Jac, echoing what we’ve been saying for weeks.
Sahira didn’t like everyone thinking it was only favouritism that got her to where she is now, so she decided the best thing was to be not where she is now, and resigned. “I, for one, stand in awe of your balls,” commented Jac, adding, “I’m less impressed with your brains, though.” Ouch! But accurate. And if Sahira thought her gesture would have Hanssen immediately on the phone to St James’s telling them the whole deal was off – well, he didn’t. He just pretended he’d filled her job, and then she unresigned. All a bit wet, really. As is Hanssen, these days, although it pains me to say it.
The episode’s general theme was coming to terms with loss. Specifically, Frieda’s recent loss of her father, which was mirrored by Ric temporarily losing Jess, who’s gone to live in Jamaica, and of course the CT staff losing their department. A rather surreal ending saw most of these people and a couple of patients and relatives out at the front of the hospital watching a lovely display of shooting stars. Via the medium of these glittering heavenly bodies they were each, in their own way, able to say goodbye. It was a bit obvious and mawkish, but quite sweet, too.
Next time: Lulu (what a bitch!) and Frieda compete for theatre time, which hopefully will keep them out of the way of Irish Dr Greg, who is “flirting his way through the female staff.”
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)