Ethan was completely out of it as he left the police station. He could barely walk in a straight line and was not even sure if where he was going. He continued to walk, almost slipping in the numerous puddles that had formed from the rain. A clap of thunder made him jump. He never liked thunder storms. He remembered how he always had to go to Cal's room when they were little because he was so scared. He found himself nearing the hospital, the lights illuminating his path as he stumbled towards the bench. He had been there only an hour before. It was relatively dry so he took refuge on it. He knew deep down that he was in no state to drive. He could barely see and his head was all over the place. He reached into his pocket carefully removing his phone and dialling his brother's number. His head began to spin so he laid down across the bench in an effort to stop the dizziness. 'Ethan? Is that you?' The voice came from the phone.

'Cal? Help me!' He cried as he heard the soothing sound of his brother's voice.

'Where are you? What happened?' He asked concernedly.

'B-bench' he replied shivering.

Cal hung up the call, he was distressed at hearing his usually strong little brother crying and desperate for help. That night he had stayed in because he had an earlier shift than normal. He ripped off his pyjamas and slipped into his jeans and a t-shirt before driving to the hospital. A journey which normally took twenty minutes took almost half the time. Once Cal arrived he pulled up right next to the bench where his little brother was sprawled on. He shook his head in disbelief.

'Ethan? Are you alright?' He whispered as he helped lift his brother into a more upright position. He tried to blink back his tears before speaking again. 'What happened to you?' He tried again.

Ethan opened his eyes sleepily. 'I'm scared, help me' he said bursting into uncontrollable sobs.

Cal wrapped an arm protectively around his brother before pulling him into a tight embrace. 'Hey, come here, everything is going to be okay, just tell me what happened' he murmured soothingly to his baby brother. He stroked his back gently as his brother sobbed into his shoulder.

'Drugged' was all Ethan could manage before collapsing onto the ground next to the bench. Cal gently lifted his brother and placed him into the car, he didn't want anyone to see how vulnerable his brother was at this moment in time so he took him straight home. When they got there Ethan was still completely out of it so Cal lifted him bridal style into the house carefully depositing him onto the sofa. 'Alright We're home now Eth' he whispered. He went and grabbed his medical bag and began to delve into it. He pulled out several items that he would need and placed them on the coffee table but first he began to dress the small cut on his brother's head where he had fallen from the bench. 'Thats going to hurt tomorrow!' He told is brother who was still half asleep.

The next thing he did was try and see how aware Ethan was of his surroundings. He needed to determine how bad his condition was so he asked him simple questions about himself and their flat, none of which Ethan could answer. Cal grabbed a cannula from the table. He needed to try and flush the drugs from his system so he had to hook him up to a saline drip. He realised that this was going to be quite a difficult task as his brother was seriously afraid of needles. 'Ethan, mate, I need to give you some saline so that we can try and make you feel better. You need to hold still and try not to move' he explained. He cleaned his arm after finding a vein. He placed a hand supportively on his shoulder before attempting to insert the needle.

At that moment Ethan let out a loud sob and curled up into a tight ball. Cal decided that it would be best to wait until he calmed down so instead he went into his brother's rook in search of some dry clothes. He grabbed a baggy t-shirt and some tracksuit bottoms from his own wardrobe after being unable to find anything other than suit trousers and shirts in his brother's room. He returned to the living room where his brother had begun to calm down.

'Ethan, we need to change your clothes. You're freezing' he told him as he checked his brother's temperature. He gently peeled the soaked clothes from his brother's limp body and then slowly dressed him like a child. He put socks on his feet after removing his trainers and wet socks. He then took his glasses and cleaned them for him. Ethan let out a small groan of annoyance as Cal tried to get him to stay awake.

'Right. You need some saline now so we are going to try this once more.' He ordered sternly. He took the needle and carefully inserted it into his brother's arm as gently as possible. Once it was in he taped it into place and put a line in of saline. Ethan hat needles but he had barely batted an eyelid when Cal inserted it. This worried the older of the doctors more.