Henrik stared back at the young man in shock. He was at a loss for words. What could he possibly say?

"Uh, have you two met?" Serena asked curiously, slightly taken aback by the reaction from both men.

Fredrick held Henrik's gaze for a split second before turning to Serena. "Ms Campbell, please may we continue with the tour?" The angry look in his eyes had instantly been hidden.

"Uh, Malick," she turned to the registrar. "Are you very busy at the moment?"

Malick looked back at her and then at Fredrick, a huge smile covering his face. "I can always make time for you, Ms C."

Serena smiled at the abbreviated version of her name. "Well, then perhaps you could take Fredrick on a quick tour of the hospital?"

"It would be my pleasure," Malick waved Fredrick over. "This is your lucky day, young friend," Malick shook hands with the young man. "You get to take a tour with me."

"Mr Malick will show you around and then bring you back to see me so we can discuss your placement. I have to finish off some paper work," Serena smiled, glancing back at Henrik who stood stony faced, watching the young man walk away with Malick. She waited until the two men were out of earshot before turning back to Henrik. "Care to explain what that was about?"

"No, I do not," Henrik replied sternly.

"I'm presuming you two know each other?" Serena pressed on, obviously not taking the hint.

Henrik took a deep breath, turning away from her. He knew she would only interrogate Fredrick if he didn't give her an answer she would believe. "I knew his parents."

"And I'm guessing they're not fans of yours?"

"They . . . I haven't seen them for a long time."

"Okay," Serena nodded, clearly waiting for an elaboration.

Henrik was being irritated with this line of questioning. "We didn't exactly see eye to eye on certain things, and I ended up hurting them."

"Right," Serena glanced around Kellar, wondering if anyone else had noticed the tension between him and Fredrick. "And you're okay with him working here?"

"This is a teaching hospital and probably one of the best in the country in my humble opinion. I cannot expect Fredrick to leave because of the history I have had with his parents," he answered, knowing full well that in truth, he was curious to see how his son had turned out.

"Good to know," Serena smiled.

Henrik could tell by the look in her eyes that she didn't believe him. "I would appreciate it if this stayed between us and that you try not to involve Fredrick."

"Of course, goes without saying."

Henrik regarded her for a moment before turning and heading back to his office. He would page Jac to come and see him in his office. He was desperately trying to avoid running into Fredrick.

Serena watched the tall man walk away. There was definitely something he was hiding, but she felt he was entitled to his own personal life. She would respect his privacy, just as she expected others to respect her own. As long as it didn't affect the hospital, it had nothing to do with her. She would ignore her own curiosity.


Fredrick had been at Holby for almost two days, shadowing Malick and then Ric. He seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He had proven to be an incredibly fast learner and he was talented in medicine.

Serena was attempting to finish her paperwork in her office on Kellar when she heard an alarm go off. She was quickly alerted to a problem when she heard Nurse Lane call for help. Shoving her chair aside, she raced out onto the ward, searching for the source of the alarm. She noticed Fredrick and Chantelle leaning over an elderly patient. "What happened?" Serena demanded as she got to the patient.

"He's arresting," Chantelle cried.

Serena quickly moved Fredrick out of her way, noticing the chest tube in his hands. "Why are you holding a chest tube?"

"I was removing it," Fredrick answered, clearly flustered.

"You were doing what?" Serena hissed, desperately trying to resuscitate the patient. "Page Mr Griffin," she called to Chantelle.

Chantelle quickly left her post and raced over to the Nurses' station. By the time Ric had reached Kellar, the patient had died. Serena watched as the porters wheeled his body away, covered in a white sheet. She spun around to face Fredrick. "What the hell made you think you were capable of removing a chest tube?"

Fredrick took a deep breath, knowing full well that he had made a mistake. "I should not have done it alone. But I read his patient record. His chest tube was inserted over six days ago which could indicate a rise in the risk of infection. His breathing has improved greatly. He has a respiratory rate of less than twenty four breaths per minute. There is no bubbling or fluctuation in the water-seal chamber during expiration or coughing. I examined his chest X-ray. All seemed sound."

Serena just stared back at him. Everything he said was correct, but as a student he should know better than to do a procedure on a patient without supervision. "Fredrick," she said sternly. "This patient had a pneumothorax. You shouldn't have removed his tube until authorized to do so and even then, you should have waited for supervision."

"Mr Griffin said it should be removed today and he was in theatre."

"Then you should have fetched me. I know I don't have to tell you that if you removed the chest tube incorrectly, you could have allowed air bubbles to get into the wound which would cut off the supply of blood to the patient's lungs, heart, kidneys, brain . . ." she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure.

"I have completed this procedure by myself many times before in Sweden, Ms Campbell. This patient did not die from that. He arrested within seconds of me removing the tube."

"Well, that may be, but for now, I need you to wait in my office while Mr Griffin and I discuss what happened," she motioned towards her office and waited for him to head in that direction before turning to Ric. "What do you think?"

"I've seen students dismissed for less," Ric watched as Fredrick took a seat in Serena's office, looking upset with himself.

"Yes, but he's right," Serena started, grabbing the patient's file and scanning through it. "He was perfectly ready for the tube to be removed. There is no reason his lung would have collapsed and even if it did, he would have given warning before arresting," she glanced at Chantelle.

"He did a really good job, Ms Campbell. I watched him and it was a fairly simple procedure."

"You shouldn't have let him do it," Serena snapped. "I'm going to have to contact Mr Hanssen and then the patient's family to let them know we'll need to perform a post mortem."

"Good luck with Henrik," Ric said grimly.

Serena groaned as she headed over to her office to fetch Fredrick. He looked like he had been summoned to his headmaster's office and she felt sorry for him, but angry with him at the same time. "Okay, this is quite serious," she started. "We're going to need to speak to Mr Hanssen to ensure that we're covered."

"Covered?"

"I don't know about Sweden, but in the United Kingdom, much like America, we have a tendency to sue other people."

Fredrick nodded. "I understand."

"Right, let me speak to him first and then I'll call you into his office. If he asks you a question, answer it directly and honestly. We should all be fine," she tried to smile at him reassuringly, but struggled. She had no way of knowing how Hanssen would react to this.

They both remained equally quiet as they made their way to his office. Serena took a deep breath before knocking on his door.

"Come in," Henrik called from inside.

"Wait out here until I come fetch you," she whispered before disappearing into Henrik's office.

"Ms Campbell, I wasn't expecting you," Henrik looked up from his computer screen.

"Yes, well," she frowned, trying to find the best way to explain to him what had happened on Kellar. "We've had a bit of an incident."

"What kind of incident?" Henrik looked at her, his face serious.

"Uh, well," she sighed. "It's Fredrick, really."


Fredrick felt as though he had been waiting an eternity. He didn't feel as though he had done anything wrong. He knew what he was doing and he thought that's what a good doctor was supposed to do; fix ailments. The patient's risk of infection would have been much higher had the chest tube stayed in.

Henrik's door opened and Serena peered around it. "You can come in now."

He quickly followed her in, glancing at Henrik who was staring down at his desk, his hands clasped together tightly.

"Have a seat," Serena motioned to the chairs in front of Hanssen's desk and waited for him to sit before taking a seat herself.

"Ms Campbell informs me you attempted a procedure by yourself without supervision. Is this correct?" Henrik asked sternly. He didn't care if Fredrick was his son, he would not tolerate the death of a patient due to incompetence in his hospital.

"I did not attempt a procedure, Mr Hanssen," Fredrick looked him straight in the eye. "I completed a procedure. And as I've informed Ms Campbell, I do not believe the patient's reaction was due to the procedure."

"Well we'll only know that after we receive the post mortem results," Henrik scolded. "And if I find out that his death was due to you trying to show off . . ."

"I do not need to show off," Fredrick retaliated, his eyes ablaze. "My record speaks for itself. I do not have to prove myself to anyone."

Serena sat back and watched the two of them. It was strange how similar they were, but she couldn't really say she knew the Swedish people all that well. Perhaps they were all like that.

"You will have to prove yourself to this hospital if you wish to keep working here."

Fredrick held Henrik's gaze. Both men seemed fired up.

"I think we should hold off on any accusations until we get the post mortem report. Also, I think Fredrick should continue shadowing and when I say shadowing, I mean absolutely no partaking of procedures whatsoever," she said, noticing the look on Fredrick's face. "At least until we get the post mortem results back."

"Consider yourself warned," Henrik said. "Ms Campbell is giving you a second chance."

Fredrick turned to Serena. "Thank you, Ms Campbell."

Serena just nodded, unsure of what else to say. It was strange for Henrik not to take responsibility for his staff. She expected him to put up a bit more of a fight. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off?"

"May I spend it in the wet lab?"

"Okay," Serena nodded, watching him leave. "What do you think?" She turned her attention to Henrik.

"I think he's foolish."

"Chantelle seems to think he did a very thorough job. By all accounts he's done this procedure before."

"And therefore he thinks he can sabotage his career in the UK? I think you should have a word with him – get him to understand he can't proceed as he has been."

"He made a mistake. He hasn't set a foot wrong in the last couple of days. If anything, he's been very helpful and even helped Mr Malick make a diagnosis."

Henrik nodded, watching her for a second before turning his attention back to his laptop. "I'll ensure the pathologist puts a rush on the report."

"Okay," Serena got up to leave. "He's not a bad kid; very intelligent, well mannered."

"That won't ensure the success of his future."

"Maybe not," she spoke softly as she closed the door behind her.

Henrik looked up from his desk. There was definitely a part of him that was proud of Serena's words regarding his son. But he was equally annoyed. Somehow his son had become like him; he thought he could run before he could even crawl. It was concerning. Henrik had managed to lose many friends by thinking he was better than them. Most of the time he was right, but still, he didn't always have to prove it.


"Good news," Serena called to Fredrick who was following Malick around on his bed checks.

Fredrick looked up at her expectantly.

"The post mortem result's in."

"After a day and a half?" Malick seemed surprised.

"Mr Hanssen put a rush on it," Serena replied with a glint in her eye. "It appears you had nothing to do with Mr Griffin's patient's death. It had nothing to with the pneumothorax or removal of his chest tube. He suffered a heart attack which is quite common amongst his family, apparently."

"I told you it wasn't my procedure," Fredrick smiled.

"No, but you were still not authorized to do it," she turned to him. "You got lucky. Can you imagine what might have happened if the pathologist was unable to find a cause of death? The rest of your career would be in question."

Fredrick nodded, staring at the floor. "I have learnt my lesson, Ms Campbell. It won't happen again."

"Good," Serena smiled. "Now, onwards and upwards as a . . . friend of mine used to say."

Fredrick seemed relieved. He didn't really show it outwardly, but anyone who knew him could tell a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

The rest of the day seemed to flow without any serious problems and for that, Serena was thankful. The week had been difficult enough.

Serena smiled as she watched Chantelle Lane try to invite him out for drinks with the rest of the Kellar team. The boy was definitely shy. He was making excuses, trying to his best to get out of going with them.

"Fredrick," Serena waved him over to her.

He quickly excused himself with Chantelle and approached Serena. "Ms Campbell?"

"Why don't you go out with them?"

Fredrick glanced back at Chantelle and Malick. "I'm completing research tonight."

"Take the night off," she smiled. "A young man like you needs to spread his wings; go out, have fun . . . get drunk."

"I have no need to get drunk, Ms Campbell," he smiled shyly.

Serena was genuinely surprised by the young man's refusal to do what most twenty four years olds did every night. "It would be advantageous to go with them; make contacts. And maybe even friends."

"Do you want me to go?"

Serena smiled at his question. "I want you to unwind. Take the night off of your studies and just have some fun."

Fredrick nodded, hesitating as he turned away from her. "Are you going?"

"Unfortunately, I really do have work to do," she sighed.

"Is Mr Hanssen going?"

The question took Serena by surprise. The boy seemed genuinely concerned. "Mr Hanssen will no doubt be looming through the corridors and glaring at people. He doesn't really do nights out."

"I see."

"You'll be safe," she smiled at him. "Now go tell Nurse Lane that you'd love to take her up on her offer."

"Yes, ma'am," Fredrick smiled, heading back to Chantelle who was speaking to a patient.

She couldn't help but chuckle as she watched the young man stand back shyly before letting Chantelle know that he would be joining them. She felt her mobile vibrate against her hip and quickly reached into her pocket. It was the reception area of Wyvern. "Hello?"

"Ms Campbell, sorry to bother you, but we have a journalist here to see you."

"A journalist?" She asked, feeling a bit concerned. She wondered if she should contact Hanssen to let him know.

"Yes."

"I'll be right there," she hung up. This was never a good sign. The last time they had journalists showing up was during the fiasco from the non-referrals policy from which a man had died. She headed down to Wyvern, acutely aware of the knot forming in her stomach. She immediately noticed the journalist just outside the entrance. Owen Maxwell. He was from the Wyvern Post and had caused some serious trouble for Hanssen in the past. She needed to ensure Hanssen didn't see him anywhere.

"Can I help you?" She asked, stepping out into the cold air.

"Ms Campbell?"

"You know who I am," she snapped.

Owen smirked at her annoyance.

"You wanted to see me?"

"I thought it would be best to contact you instead of Mr Hanssen."

"Mr Hanssen would most certainly ignore you if you tried to contact him," she glanced over her shoulder to make certain that he wasn't standing anywhere nearby. He had a tendency to sneak up on people when they least expected it.

"I hear you've just recently hired a student from Sweden," Owen said.

Serena shot him a suspicious look. "What's it to you?"

"Perhaps you'd like to discuss this more privately?"

Serena would normally tell the hack where to go, but she was concerned and a little curious about him. She continued walking out in the cold air, motioning for him to follow her. She groaned inwardly as she realized how cold it was. She most definitely should have brought her coat. Rubbing her hands together to stay warm, she waited until there was a sufficient amount of distance between them and the prying ears of Holby.

"I'm interested in a running a story about nepotism."

"Excuse me?" Serena turned to face him.

"I think my readers would be interested to hear how the Director of Surgery of Holby General has not only hired his son, but also covered up for him when he killed a patient."

Serena just stared back at the man. What was he talking about? "I'm confused."

"Don't tell me you didn't know."

"Know what?"

"Your placement student is the son of Henrik Hanssen."

Serena burst out laughing. "That's a good one. You nearly had me there. Did Michael Spence put you up to this?" She glanced around, almost expecting Michael to be standing around with a camcorder.

The journalist stared back at her.

"Look, I don't know where you get your information from, but you couldn't be more wrong," she finally said, realizing that Owen wasn't kidding.

"How about a birth certificate naming Henrik Hanssen as the father of someone called Fredrick Johansson?"

This caught Serena's attention. "And you have access to this birth certificate, do you?"

"I can get access to it."

"Well, when you do, give me a call," Serena snapped, heading straight back to the entrance.

"It'll make for some great reading."

"Not if it's a complete fabrication," she called back over her shoulder. Once inside, she tried to maintain her usual demeanour even though she almost felt sick inside. If there was any truth to this, it could not only tarnish the hospital's reputation, but could bring them all crashing down like a house of cards.