(Series 13, Ep.52) In everyday life, 52 weeks is generally considered to be a year. In the world of Holby City, 52 weeks is a Series. And last night was episode 52 of this particular series – which is kind of New Year’s Eve, Holby-style. A time for reflection, for resolutions, for one era to end and another to begin…
And for all this idiot nonsense about carving Darwin down the middle and calling one half Plastic Surgery and the other half Sahira’s Cardiac Trauma Unit to end.
It went right to the wire, though. Elliott Hope had packed up his office, all his bits and bobs, plastic models of hearts, leftover bits of pie, photo of Gina from the desk. I felt rather sad as he left for what he thought was the last time – the office he’d once shared with the Divinity Connie Beauchamp looking all lost and abandoned. As did Elliott himself.
Elsewhere, Irish Dr Greg and Sahira Shah the Registrah were admitting that they did actually like each other and would miss each other when he was at The Mythical St James’ (or the less mythical Spain) and she was forced to cry her way through operations without him. And Hanssen was doing a lot of firefighting over the exploding boobs business.
Michael Spence was left to take the fall for that one (mainly on the say-so of Sir Fraser, who wanted “The Yank” booted out at the earliest opportunity, mainly for the cavalier way he’d treated his daughter, the appalling Lulu). His last piece of ninja-level surgery was to save the eyesight of Mrs Plastic Bhatti. She and Plastic had been involved in a car accident, from which Plastic did not recover. Excuse me if I don’t bother mourning his loss.
Anyhoo, the upshot of all this was the very best news – plastic surgery has been put on the back burner (not literally – it would melt) at Holby, and the future is in lovely, gooey, dramatic, sexy heart surgery. Elliott can stay, Jac can continue with her very special mentoring of Young Dr Oliver Valentine and Sahira can try not to cry at just how bloody marvellous everything is. Yay! I’m wearing a smile bigger than anything even Chantelle can come up with.
On the subject of whom, this week she was pressed into action as a party planner for Dull Dan and Chrissie’s engagement party, and a lovely job she did of it if you like pink. The balloons were pink, the bubbly was pink – it was all like a metaphor for Chantelle herself. Not feeling at all pink was poor Sacha, who loves Chrissie like a faithful old hound. All I can say to comfort him is – stick around. She will need someone to pick up the pieces when Dull Dan works out that he is, in fact, gay. Or when Chrissie works out that he is, in fact, a twat.
And it was tears all round when Eddi had to say goodbye to Tedious Josh, who set off in his new lightweight wheelchair for Whatever The Future May Hold.
As Elliott so perfectly put it – “Doughnuts all round!”
Next time: It’s a new series! And FLNT is back. I thought she’d gone?
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)