(Series 17, ep.42) With Adele’s life still hanging in the balance, everyone was rallying around Mo. Most notably the adorable Mr T (MR T!!!) was offering a listening ear, chocolate and a relaxing cup of camomile tea. Hanssen offered “hope and faith,” and his continued medical services, and Elliot Hope placed his emergency stash of doughnuts at Mo’s disposal. Even Oliver Valentine and Zosia were caring and concerned (indeed Ollie smiled a lot more than he has for months, and he’s stopped being all growly and cross).
One notable exception to all this supportive behaviour was Clifford, Mo’s dad. Lest we forget, it was very much his fault that Adele ended up in such a critical condition in the first place (though he tried to blame Fletch for not going through with the drug van job), so there was an element of guilty conscience, but it seems that Clifford is not the genial chap he likes to pretend to be.
By the end of the episode, Clifford had decided to leave Holby, to carry out some unspecified deeds as payback for the criminals who were now threatening Fletch’s children. So maybe he’s not entirely bad – just a bit bad and a lot stupid.
Meanwhile, Adele found herself in need of the services of Selfie to sort out a brain-related problem. The charm-free former CEO managed to use this as a chance to score points against Hanssen and Jesse, and he did his usual trick of prioritising brain over heart (I did wonder why Hanssen didn’t pull rank at this point, as he was clearly uncomfortable with the idea of not having any heart specialists present when Selfie was operating). It all culminated in Mo having to dash in and sort things out. Adele isn’t out of the woods yet, though.
In AAU, patient of the day was a friend of Serena’s, Sian (Andrée Bernard). She was the sort of woman who defines herself by her sexual allure – she was sporting what we were led to believe was an absolutely stunning pair of surgically modified breasts (typing that sentence has weirdly made me reminisce fondly about Michael Spence) – and she absolutely terrified Digby. In recent weeks he’s been very easily terrified, so it wasn’t long before he was scuttling off to pop some of his pills. Morven almost caught him at it, but not quite. She gave him a talking-to about being more relaxed around patients. “A bit of humour goes a long way,” she told him. In the end, he was able to relax enough to let some of his old Digby brilliance shine through, as he thought of a way they could ensure that Sian continued to wee via the normal route, realising how traumatising the alternative would be for a woman who was actually as insecure (and pill popping) as him.