Ethan was stood at the reception desk, quickly reading over a patients notes when he heard a loud groan from one of the cubicles. It sounded so familiar. At first he didn't notice but the groan was steadily becoming louder. As he opened the curtains he saw Cal sat on the bed with a bowl filled to the brim with equipment and in his hand a small needle and some surgical thread. On his arm was a long, jagged wound which was bleeding heavily. 'What the hell are you doing, Caleb?' He asked sharply as he took the equipment from his older brother. 'What do you care Nibbles. Give it back' he shouted. Ethan stood back, intrigued by the injury which ran from his elbow to his wrist and looked incredibly painful. 'What happened' he asked quietly. 'A patient' he murmured vaguely. 'What, a patient did this to you?' He asked shocked. Cal shook his head slightly. 'A relative thought that I was killing them when I was inserting a chest drain and they took the scalpel and cut me' Cal whispered, the colour draining from his face. 'Cal! I need you to sit back for me!' Ethan said pushing his brother back onto the bed. He pulled the stethescope from around his neck and placed it in his ears. He lifted Cal's already blood soaked scrub top and placed the end on his chest. He stood back, his head in his hands before leaving the cubicle to get some help. 'Can I get some help in here please!' He shouted as Lofty made his way over to the cubicles. 'We need to get him into resus now!' Lofty said as they wheeled the bed through the corridors. 'Someone get Mrs Beauchamp please!' Ethan called as they entered resus. Moments later the clinical lead burst into the room. 'What the hell is going on?' She asked as she noticed all of the blood. 'Cal was stabbed by a patient and I think he has torn an artery!' Ethan cried as he looked at his big brother. 'He's losing blood' Lofty said as he grabbed a pack of sterile gauze and began to apply pressure to the wound. 'Right Ethan, you need to step back and let us treat him' Connie said as she approached the bed whilst donning some gloves. Ethan stepped back and felt someone's hand on his shoulder. 'He'll be okay' the voice whispered. He turned around to see Robyn. When his eyes returned to the bed, he wished it was him lying there instead of Cal. He was never any good at dealing with situations like this when it involved his family. Silent tears ran down his face as he prayed that his brother would be okay.