His arm dangled limply off of the stretcher as they approached the doors of the ED. Cal took a deep breath, it was going to be a long night. He glanced down at his little brother and wished he could take his place. Ethan was laid on the stretcher with several cuts and bruises across his face. He had rescued Cal from a fight when they were at the pub across the street from the ED. "okay folks, this is Ethan Hardy, aged 30 involved in a fight, sats 91%, BP at 120/80, pulse is 70 and GCS has been 10 throughout' muttered Dixie as she helped to wheel Ethan through the corridors. "Straight to resus please Dix" Zoe responded. As the doctors began to work on Ethan, Cal was taken to cubicles where he was treated for a couple of broken ribs and a split knuckle where he had punched someone. Charlie began to stitch up his hand when Cal thought he recognised a familiar face... "No, it can't be," he thought as he stood up to get a better look at the mysterious figure.