(Series 14, Ep.38) I worry about Chantelle’s eyelashes. They look like they might fall off and end up in open wounds. They need their own little set of scrubs, really, for hygiene purposes. But if we lay that worry carefully to one side and pull a curtain round it, everything else about Chantelle is pure joy and radiance. She has a smile that would keep Keller lit up even if the back-up emergency generator failed. She has a ready supply of snacks. And she keeps the patients happy.
This became a problem this week, when in an effort to keep the patients’ relatives happy she promised a man that his wife was going to be ok. Only then she wasn’t ok and he was appropriately aggrieved and Ric and Serena (especially Serena) got all frowny and disapproving. But wait! The not-ok woman was pregnant and Chantelle took it upon herself to go into bat for the chance for the unborn child to be a born child. Then it looked like the child, who was born, wouldn’t survive for long and the husband was aggrieved again and Ric and Serena were even more frowny. But then the child was ok and everyone smiled and Chantelle smiled even more and the sun came out and baby lambs frolicked through the corridors of Holby. Only not that last bit. Not outside of Chantelle’s imagination, anyway.
She really is a joy-spreader. Not a term we can apply to Best Nurse Eddi McKee, who tends more towards the snappy sarcasm side of humour at the best of times. This was not the best of times for her, as Dr Luc Hemingway was AWOL and he’d taken his camper van, too, which gave his absence a worryingly permanent air. Poor Eddi was left to contemplate what might have been if she and Luc had only got to the IKEA stage of their relationship, and left to cope with Michael Spence being rather less understanding than he could have been, given that he was missing his son’s birthday to cover AAU in Luc’s absence. In the end Michael decided to go and visit his kids. But who will look after AAU? Could it be that we haven’t seen the last of Luc? I hope so, because, as Michael said, “I kind of miss his bizarre charm.”
Elliott, meanwhile – or Professor Hope, as we must now style him – was again trying to mentor comedian Andi Osho. It turns out he’s a very good mentor (Hanssen said he would be, and Hanssen Knows Everything) and all of his students passed their exams – apart from comedian Andi Osho, who in theory was the very best of them, but lacked confidence, or something. Anyway, Elliott now plans to give her more intense mentoring. That isn’t a euphemism, though her husband thinks it might be.
And finally, how marvellous that Jac and Mo kind of get on and are partners in bitching. They’re perfect together, because Mo loves her snacks and being mates with Jac means never having to share your crisps. Jac, as we know, Doesn’t Do Carbs.
Next time: Can Dan cope without Simon? Can Sacha cope with Chrissie? And can Oli cope with Tara having secretive meetings with Hanssen?
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