The Good Karma Hospital

So, what's the plan?

Honestly? No plans.

How's Lydia?

Same old, obviously.

Look, you can come back if you want to,

but don't come back for me.

You know we can't just pick up where we left off.

At least I can't.

I won't risk it...

..again.

I know that.

She's going to nail my balls to the wall, isn't she, Lydia?

Oh, yeah.

Try and keep up.

"Liddy, you cannot deny the truth."

"You still love me."

"I feel it. So do you."

"You will not find happiness with another."

OK, I'll keep this brief.

As you know, all routine morning clinics have been cancelled.

The dynamic duo that is Mr Hasan and Dr Sharma

have kindly offered to deal with medical emergencies.

The wedding ceremony begins at ten sharp

and, I'm reliably informed, will last for 20 minutes.

I will permit all those working this afternoon

one glass of champagne only.

Any questions? I do.

Well, it's not precisely a question.

Oh, for God's sake, sit down.

But on behalf of the doctors, the staff

and the patients of this hospital,

I would just like to congratulate our beloved leader

for having taken the wisest decision of her lifetime.

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Dr Lydia Fonseca!

Idiot! Did you see that?

Hey. Hey, are you OK?

I'm a doctor. What happened?

Can you see? Look at me.

Driver's semi-conscious.

There's a young girl in the back.

OK. My name is Gabriel Varma, and this is my colleague, Ruby.

We're both doctors. Can you tell me your name?

Tulsi. Bharat, my husband.

Merish, my daughter.

OK, OK, listen to me, Tulsi. You're seriously injured, OK?

Now, we're going to get you and your family out of here

as fast as we can, but until then, I need you to do one thing, OK?

Make sure you don't move your head or your neck. Keep absolutely still.

Do you understand? Uh-huh. Good.

Why do I feel like someone's stabbed me in the right eye

with a rusty kitchen knife?

You dance with the devil, you're gonna get burned.

Or in your case, if you down 15 shots of Sambuca.

Hang on.

You matched me, drink for drink.

Somehow, you're looking remarkably chipper.

That's because I know the secret. Guaranteed hangover prevention.

Pint of full-cream milk before bed, two ibuprofen,

sleep of the gods, wake up fresh as a daisy.

Before you is the living proof.

Number one, we haven't got any ibuprofen.

Number two, despite the fact we're in the land of the sacred cow,

we haven't got any milk either, full cream or otherwise.

My diagnosis?

You're still drunk.

Wow. Are you trying to upstage the bride?

You think it's too much?

My mother always said you can't make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.

Mr Hasan, I need some assistance in here.

What? No!

God! Will you please tell Sister Mari

just how amazing she looks?

There's really no need.

Yeah. She's right. You look incredible.

Really sort of... traditional.

In a good way.

I've got, erm... Yes.

Yeah.

Oh... my... God.

These colours are starting to give me a migraine.

All the full-cream milk in the world in't curing this.

On the bright side, we're both available for panto.

Do you think this is what she wants?

Well, I'll admit scarlet isn't doing you a lot of favours.

No, not the outfit. Me.

Well, she asked you, didn't she?

I'm getting kicked out the country, so under duress.

Say yes to the duress!

Oh, sorry, it's a TV show, Say Yes To The Dress.

Listen, you love each other.

You should have done it years ago. We couldn't.

She was still secretly married to the love of her life, remember?

My Maggie was the best thing that ever happened to me.

In fact, I think it was a bloke standing not a million miles away

that told me that.

Lydia loves you, and it's time you made an honest woman of her.

So don't be a daft apeth, put your big boy pants on

and get yourself down to that altar, right?

Yes, sir.

You know what, this is growing on me.

Let's go.

Listen, you're doing great. The ambulance is on its way.

I just wanna get out of here.

The glass is very close to an artery in your neck.

If you move, it could slip.

I can't see them. Yeah, don't worry.

My colleague has them, look. I'm looking at her right now.

Ruby is a wonderful doctor, she's actually much better than me.

Now, don't worry because they're both in safe hands,

I promise. Now, I can keep watching for them,

as long as you can just keep looking straight at me, yes?

Please wait, not gonna be too long.

I don't want to talk about it. No, I live for this.

In fact, I can't understand how it could have been going on

right before my eyes this whole time.

There's nothing going on.

You are so into him.

And when he saw you, it was like...

Ah!

Do you know how old he is?

Early thirties? Ha! And me?

Come here.

Hmm. You see the problem.

Wow.

No words, just... wow.

If I rub your lamp, do I get three wishes?

I knew it was over the top.

Paul talked me into it. He thought we should go traditional.

How drunk were you, exactly?

Everybody's poised.

Very, obviously.

You two ready?

As I'll ever be. Come on.

Before you declare your vows to one another,

I want you to confirm that it is indeed your intention

to be married today.

She's really special, don't you think?

Lydia? Sure.

Not just Lydia.

RTC on the Barco road, we were first on the scene.

This is Tulsi, penetrating trauma to anterior neck.

We're going to need two wide-bore cannulas, warm fluids and blood.

I'm sorry, who are you? Dr Varma. He used to work here.

Yeah, and this is Mishka Chandra, 23-year-old female,

head injury with facial trauma. Airways OK?

So far, but her right orbit looks nasty. This is the father.

I'll check him over. OK, thanks.

Sir, sir, please, please.

Lydia?

Lydia... Five minutes.

What?

I dunno.

Three casualties, two with significant injuries.

That's Mishka, primary survey was fine,

but there's an obvious head injury and possible orbital disruption.

She could lose that eye.

When did you last perform a lateral canthotomy?

This'll be my first time.

Dr Varma, assuming you're not here for a reference,

you can make yourself useful and walk Mr Hasan through it.

Lydia, I think, under the circumstances,

it's best that I deal with the neck trauma.

Dr Varma, I think, under the circumstances,

you should do exactly as you're bloody well told.

Tulsi was the front seat passenger. Her airway's fine

and she's remained cardiovascularly stable.

It's close to the great vessels and we don't know how deep it is.

Take her straight to theatre, prepare to intubate.

I'll join you as soon as I get out of this.

What are you waiting for?

See? I told you she missed you.

Ow!

There could be a fracture.

We'll need to do an X ray. But otherwise,

I would say you were lucky.

Thank you, Doctor.

There was a truck.

I tried to swerve.

Then I came to in the car. The driver came to the window.

It was his fault, but he didn't help us.

He left us to die.

I'm really sorry about your father, Ruby.

Are you sure you feel up to this? Yeah, of course.

I assume that Hurricane Gabriel arrived unannounced?

Yeah.

Yeah, wasn't exactly in the plan.

And, erm... you're getting married?

Hmm.

A bit sudden.

Long story.

Right, shall we do this? Yeah.

Perfect. Now make the incision.

Knife please, Sister.

Excellent. Sure this is your first time?

Mr Hasan has fine hands, Dr Varma.

A simple procedure like this... It's good to see you, too, Sister.

At least no-one's punched me yet today.

It's still early.

There's some damage to the superficial tissues,

but I think it's missed the carotid vessels.