(Series 16, ep.9) If Serena Campbell stopped amid issuing Christmas invitations to reflect for a moment, there must have been a good reason why she and Edward split up. I urge her now to remember that reason(s) and run away from him faster than you can say “laparoscopic cholecystectomy.” Or even faster than that, actually, because the man is Bad News.
He’s making a habit of messing up at crucial times in theatre – but, handily for him, he’s always been able to get Mary-Claire to cover up/take the blame for him. The reason she’s been willing to do this so far is that she’s been sleeping with him. The reason she’s no longer willing to do it is she discovered this week that he’s back with Serena.
It’s sad that Mary-Claire still values herself more in terms of whom she’s sleeping with than in terms of her career and ethics. When she told her sister she’d be going to the wedding in Ireland on her own without a plus one, it did seem like she might have turned a corner in how she viewed herself. Never mind – the point was that she threatened to tell Serena what had been going on – and Edward got all nasty and arm-grippy.
Luckily for her, she has a champion, in the form of Queen of Nurses Colette Sheward, who popped up at the last minute and is going to support her nurse. This made me instantly like Colette a whole lot more than I did last week.
Another thing I liked was the banter between Mary-Claire and Honey. Posh even got involved, and it was quite like the old days of Donna/Maria/Maddie. I wish Honey had been used more in this kind of role throughout her time in Holby, rather than being stuck with the Honey/Posh nomance.
Remember when Hanssen was fairly new to Holby and he would suddenly manifest in various wards like a tall, Swedish ghost and frighten people? Selfie tried a bit of that this week, but because he’s not tall or Swedish the effect was less dramatic. For some reason, he decided to bother the good folk of Darwin, who were busy preparing for a heart transplant. The patient had Asperger’s and didn’t like people he didn’t know touching him. He knew Elliot, so Elliot had to do it. This explains why those dedicated transplant experts Mo and Jonny were nowhere to be seen.
When the donor heart became unavailable, Selfie had a plan. Giving the patient the Herzig robo-heart would be excellent publicity for the hospital. Why, he even had a “mate in the States” who was all agog to hear about the Herzig. A live video link-up of the procedure would be set up immediately!
Jac had reservations (she also had the best line of the night: “Who buys flowers nowadays? They’re more of a garnish than a present”), but Elliot couldn’t resist Selfie’s flattery and the lure of putting his precious Herzig on view to a wider audience.
Predictably, it all went pear-shaped. Jac was right, Elliot was wrong, and he was left contemplating a rather disgusting-looking pizza. This is not a metaphor for the mess the patient’s chest was in – it was an actual pizza, designed by the patient specially for Elliot.
Keller was a bit strange this week. Zosia was there, though she’s been on Darwin recently, and so was Sacha. He’s inherited Malick’s teaching mantle and had a herd of students following him around. In honour of the occasion he’d chose a shirt/tie combo that I can only describe as “busy.”
Zosia wanted to move into Chantelle’s old room in Digby’s house, but he wasn’t keen, doubtless fearing that his quiet existence of nerdy pursuits and heartbroken sniffling would be interrupted by having Zosia pouncing on him at tediously regular intervals.
There’s something going on between Saucer and Selfie (I know what it is but I’m not spoilering) – she walks away whenever he appears, which seems like sensible behaviour to me.
Digby was hilarious – I love his attempts to empathise. His patient was a man who was found to have a wooden initial M piercing his colon. It was a pendant that had belonged to his late wife. Digby, maybe channelling Chantelle, adopted his best concerned voice. “Did you swallow the pendant so your wife’s initial could be close to your heart?” The man said no – perhaps he’d accidentally dropped it into his minestrone. “We’ve all been there,” sighed Sacha.