(Series 17, ep.17) The Darwin and AAU stories intertwined this week. Darwin contained a boy who was brain-dead and was therefore a potential organ donor. At the top of the list for a heart/lung transplant was another Holby person, so to keep the families separate as protocol demanded, the potential recipient had to stay on AAU.
That’s the bare bones of it, if you also throw in the ‘parents disagree about whether to donate the organs’ angle. It’s a story we’ve seen before (not surprisingly, as Darwin contains a specialist transplant team), but it was beautifully played out by everyone involved and in fact was a bit of a heartbreaker, if that’s not an insensitive word to use under the circumstances. Melanie Gutteridge was particularly good as the mother of the brain-dead boy. There was also lovely work from Jonny Mac, Mo and Jesse, who handled the issues and the parents’ grief with great professionalism and sensitivity.
On AAU, Mary-Claire was accused of being a bit less professional and sensitive when the transplant recipient and his wife worked out that the donor family were up on Darwin. “Back to form,” Serena tutted at her (a bit rich considering it was Serena’s idea for MC to go for a permanent job), and MC got no support at all from Harry, who seems to be interpreting ‘friends with benefits’ as being more about the benefits – for him.
Mary-Claire had her hands full anyway, as she was in charge of the ward while Fletch had to look after his kids, and one of the people she was looking after was Pat the Tramp, a frequent visitor to Holby and someone she knew well. He was concerned about his missing dog, but he was also concerned about Mary-Claire, as he could see that Harry wasn’t valuing her properly and he had a go at him about it.
Serena’s “back to form” quip could be better directed at Harry, who was once again being superior, insensitive and a bit of a twonk. When Pat died, Harry totally ignored MC’s feelings by saying it was just as well that Pat had no family and nobody to grieve for him. Mary-Claire had had enough. She told him Pat was a real person just like she is, and she’s bloody good at her job. Yay, MC! Then she turned down his offer of a ‘social engagement’ with him and went out into the Linden Cullen Memorial Shrubbery. I was writing down ‘where she finds Pat’s dog’ even before she found Pat’s dog, because it was kind of inevitable, but it was lovely anyway because he was a lovely dog and Mary-Claire took him home with her. A reliable, faithful and cuddly friend is really what she deserves.
Which brings me on to Sacha, though maybe ‘reliable’ isn’t the word for him, as he’d completely forgotten that it was Rachel’s birthday. Standard teenage girl behaviour would have been to drop so many hints you wouldn’t be able to forget, but Rachel has had other things on her mind recently. One of the things on her mind has been Kreepy Kerrigan, the father of her pregnancy. Sacha thinks they aren’t in touch any more, but they are – and they’re making plans. Oh-oh.
Sacha’s plans for Rachel’s birthday consisted of sending Dominic out to buy party stuff. He came back with a brilliantly disturbing cake (it looked like a peculiar hybrid of ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ and ‘Baa Baa Black Sheep’ rendered in icing), which Rachel threw up on in a spectacular ‘blowing out the candles/morning sickness’ mishap.
Sacha tried to make up for this by giving Rachel a driving lesson. Is he going to regret this when she steals a car and heads for Gretna Green with Kreepy K? He can’t say I haven’t warned him.