(Series 14, Ep.9) Of all the hospitals in all the towns in all the world, Malick’s ex, Paul, walked into Holby. He did walk, as well, because he was a relative rather than a patient. He was the brother of a man who’d knackered his kidney in a car accident. No problem for The Malick, who would whip it out. After all, a person can live quite happily with one kidney.
The problem (yes, of course there was a problem – this is Holby) was that one of his two kidneys had rather been earmarked for future use by Paul, who was in the throes of kidney failure. Whip it out and Paul probably dies. Don’t whip it out and the brother dies. It would be a dilemma for any surgeon, but when it concerns your first love… It turned out that Malick hadn’t been entirely nice to Paul and had dumped him as soon as things started getting serious. They were young, and Malick had his glittering career as The Biggest Ego in the NHS ahead of him. You know how it is. These days, Malick is a tad older and a tad wiser, and he decided he could save both brothers by only removing a teeny weeny bit of kidney in a ninja-level, high risk procedure. When we last saw him he was hunkering down in the wet lab with a tray of kidneys and a packet of crisps. I assume the crisps were to keep him going nutritionally, and the kidneys were to practice on, rather than the other way round. Just before he dived into the offal and snacks, his face assumed A Look which suggested he has a lot emotionally invested in the future health of Paul. Awww, Antoine – just an old romantic at heart.
Another ego on a stick who’s been getting rather emotional recently is our Jac, who has rather become besotted by baby Freya. Possibly because, like Young Dr Oliver Valentine, Freya has big blue eyes. And, unlike Young Dr Oliver Valentine, she doesn’t answer back. Anyway, Freya’s mother wanted her back, and social services and the paediatrician who flirts with Jac agreed. Jac didn’t agree. She knows what it’s like to be abandoned, then kind of reclaimed, then abandoned again by a feckless mother.
It all ended with Freya being reunited with her mother, but not before we’d been treated to the once-in-a-lifetime sight of Jac sitting on Santa’s knee. Holding a baby. And smiling. Oh, why can’t she bottle that moment of seasonal goodwill and cuddliness and pop on her motorbike to Penrith? I’m sure Joseph would have a roaring log fire going. Wouldn’t that be a fantastic Christmas special?
Meanwhile, Chrissie was running from one well-known gay staff member (Malick) to the next (Gay Nurse Stephen – Chrissie has finally started to notice how he and Dull Dan smoulder at each other) to try and get reassurance that Dan only has eyes for her. Sadly neither of them was in a mood to indulge her dithering. Frankly, if you’re so unconvinced about your loved one practically on Wedding Eve, it should be a clue that a wedding is not the best idea. Where is Goth Dr Frieda when we need some truth-saying around the place? In her absence it was left to a patient to voice what we’ve all been thinking. “What you need is a real man,” he advised Chrissie. This was just before she had to re-glue his wig on, the point being that we’ve all got something to hide.
There was also a comedy obstetrician, Dr Samuel Tyler, who was rather marvellous. He was played by Fraser Burrows and I liked him a lot. Ideally what I’d like would be more scenes set in Obs & Gynae, with a staff team of Dr Samuel Tyler, Paradis Bloom and the magnificent Mubbs. What with that and my Jac/Joseph Christmas special idea, I should really be on the editorial team at Holby. No, really, I should.
Posted by PLA (more Holby City here)