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1.

Catherine grabbed her phone on the second ring. Calum groaned next to her as he realised that sleep was no longer an option. She threw the duvet off her legs as Calum watched; appreciating the view. Catherine remained oblivious to him.

"Terri, calm down." She bit her lip as Calum suddenly became more aware of what was going on. "Are you sure? How long? Bloody Hell."

"What is it?" Calum asked. Catherine closed her eyes. He was genuinely worried as he saw how Terri's news was upsetting her.

"Ok, yes I'll talk to Dad and Ruth. No, this is not your fault. Honestly, my brother is an idiot."

"Stay there." Catherine continued as Calum began getting dressed and preparing for the day ahead.

"Honestly Terri, this is classic Graham. I had thought he had grown up but clearly not. Stay at the hospital and I'll be there as soon as I can." She ended the call as Calum pulled a shirt over his head.

"Graham? Hospital?"

"Can you stay with the kids? I need to sort myself out and go over to Dad's. Then the hospital." Catherine explained. Calum nodded.

"Yeah, of course. I'll come to Harry's with you. That way I can stay with Gracie-Jo and Nick while you go and sort Graham out." Catherine nodded, kissing him briefly before getting dressed.

"My brother has really done it this time. It's weeks from Christmas; this is all we need." She mumbled, fighting with a pair of jeans.

"What has he done?"

"Overdosed."

"He's been clean for years!" Calum shook his head.

"Well now he's not." Catherine snapped. "He's stopped breathing because of all the crap he pumped into his veins."

"Cmon." Calum hugged her. "It'll be ok. Call your dad, tell him we're coming over and why. I'll get the kids up." Catherine hugged him knowing this was going to be the hardest phone call she had ever made.

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"Mum!" Gracie clambered onto the bed as Ruth yawned. It was a little after six on a Sunday morning but it seemed the toddler had developed Harry's knack of getting up ridiculously early.

"Where's Daddy?"

"Up!"

"Oh come here, you!" Gracie laughed as the toddler was pulled into her mother's arms. Ruth laughed as the little girl squirmed.

"Mummy!" Gracie wriggled as Muggles jumped onto the bed.

"Let's go find your Dad."

"Ok!" Gracie giggled. "I need a wee!"

"Oh blimey, cmon then." Ruth laughed, wondering when her life has become so normal. Stepping out of the bedroom she carried the little girl into the bathroom. Pausing she heard Harry talking on the phone. He sounded upset, angry and Ruth could just tell it wasn't a professional call. Quickly seeing to Gracie she heard Nick and Harry talking. She couldn't make out the words but it sounded serious. Moments later she was stood in the living room listening as Harry seemed to shut down in front of them.

"Harry?"

"That was Catherine on the phone. Graham is in hospital."

"What happened?" Ruth had a feeling she already knew. Nick picked his baby sister up before leaving the room.

"Heroin. Alcohol and diazepam. That's what happened."

"No, surely not. He's clean, has been since before Terri came over from Cyprus." Ruth sat down, clearly shocked. "He's not stupid enough to go back to that."

"Terri found him. Blue, barely breathing. He's on a Narcan infusion and he's being transferred to ITU." Harry's voice broke. "He could die." Ruth knelt in front of him.

"Harry." She touched his face. "I'm not saying Graham hasn't had a spectacular relapse but we have to find out from him. Please just keep an open mind."

"I could lose my boy." Harry paused, his voice broken. Somewhere in the background Catherine and Nick were talking quietly. Ruth squeezed his hand.

"You can do this. We go to the hospital. Support Terri, speak to the doctor. You're not on your own with this." She kissed him gently. "Come on." Harry nodded before getting to his feet and following her.

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A/N is Graham going to be ok? This will turn into a Christmas fix too. Please review