Note: Everything in italics are thoughts running through Cal's mind.

You feel the whole word tumble down around you. Your whole world collapses when the news of the car accident comes through. You freeze to the spot where you stand and you don't hear the rest of what Charlie is saying. All you can think about is about one person. Your brother. As you stand there, loads of questions run through your mind.

Is he okay?

Is he hurt?

How bad is he?

All these questions worry you and you can''t help but, think the worst. Robyn catches your eye. She smiles weakly and can sense how you're feeling. You sort of walk aimlessly towards the counter trying to comprehend the words Charlie has spoken. Nervously, you tap on top all sorts of thoughts running through your mind. You want to ask Charlie then and there whether he has any news on Ethan's condition but, no words pass your lips. You manage to catch what Charlie has said.

"Now the driver of the other vehicle is on his way." Charlie explains.

Okay, so the other driver is on his way. But, what about Ethan? Is he on his way? You say to yourself.

You don't really care about the other driver, even though as a doctor you should. But, all you care about is Ethan. All you care about is your brother. Wanting to know more, you anxiously ask Charlie,

"And how about the driver of our vehicle?"

The older nurse's response does nothing to lessen your worry any further.

"That's all I know."

You release a shaky breath. If Charlie doesn't know, then Ethan's condition must be serious.

"Right, you two, with me." Charlie orders you and Robyn to follow him as the first patients arrive.

You really want to know what's going. You decide to ask Charlie one more time to see if he'll tell you the full details.

"Charlie?" You ask shakily, "How serious is it?"

"All I know is what I've just said to everybody."

You sigh, frustratedly. Then Robyn asks one question that filled your heart with dread.

"How did it happen?" You hear her say.

You look at Charlie. Scared at what he's going to say you suddenly wonder,

Oh, god. What if it was Ethan's fault?

What if he was the one who caused this crash?

What if he was the one who crashed into the other vehicle?

"Uh, how it sounds is the other vehicle just swiped them off the road." Charlie replies.

"Okay. Robyn, I want you with Tess and Lily." you hear Charlie order. Your job however, is with the driver from the other vehicle. Stepping outside you spot Connie coming out of the ambulance. Surely, she must know how Ethan is?

"Connie," You say, "how's Ethan?"

"Cal," she replies trying to calm me down, "he's stable, but he's trapped."

You nod. At least he's stable. But, as you walk back in the hospital with the driver all you can think about is;

That's the man who crashed into my brother.

He's the one responsible for the crash. Not my brother. Not Ethan.

Then thinking back to what Connie said to you more questions ran through your head.

How long will he be stable for?

What happens if his condition deteriorates?

What if he dies?

You shake your head. No, you mustn't think like that. Ethan isn't going to die. He's a fighter. He's going to be alright.

The next few hours seem to go by so slowly. You find it hard to concentrate on your job as you're worried sick out of your mind about Ethan. You still haven't had an update on his condition and as each minute passes you get more and more anxious. You're busy in a conversation with another doctor when you spot Connie and Charlie. Connie is on the phone talking and when she ends the call, you hear her tell Charlie,

"The next casualty's coming in. It's Ethan."

Excusing yourself from the conversation you quickly walk up to Charlie and Connie.

"Mrs. Beauchump? I heard that was Ethan."

Connie nods. You know what you are about to ask is against hospital policy but, he's brother. You want to help him. You take a deep breath.

" I want to treat him."

Connie shakes her head like you knew she would.

"No. Absolutely not. Not a family member."

You sigh. You want to help and you're about to challenge Connie when Charlie insists she can't work because of her wrist. Knowing no other doctors are available, reluctantly Connie gives in and tells you you can treat Ethan. You give Charlie a slight nod as the two of them leave. Now you know you're the one who's going to be treating your brother your nerves get the better of you and you wait anxiously at reception. Still worried you see Lofty walk up and pat you on the shoulder. You're grateful your colleagues are concerned as much as you are, but inside you know they don't really understand how you're feeling. They don't understand because it's not just a colleague or a friend it's a family member. Your family member. Your brother. Sure, they understand what fear is but, not this kind of fear. You've never felt so scared in your life. Bracing yourself at the entrance ready to receive the patient, Lofty stands next to you.

"You're alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, I'm good." You reply.

But, the truth of it is, you're not alright. This is your brother, your little brother. Of course, you aren't alright. But, you can't let Lofty know that. You can't let your emotions over rule your have to remain professional. So instead you lie. From your answer you can tell Lofty doesn't believe you. He's about to question it but, the double doors swing open and you see Big Mac and Tamzin come in pushing the stretcher with them. You look down and see your brother's body lying there fully strapped with a head collar and an oxygen mask covered in cuts and bruises. You don't want your colleagues to see your emotions reveal themselves, but a few tears reach your eyes. Your lips quiver slightly as you see how badly injured he is. Tamzin updates you on his condition as you roll through to RESUS.

"Okay, Ethan was driving. He was trapped for 45 minutes. KoD at the scene. He's got a chest and head injury. On arrival his GCS was 13, pulse was 120. BP was stable at 90 systolic. SATs are 98%. His BM is 5. He's had 10 of morphine, 10 of metoclopromide and 1.5 litres of saline."

As you roll into RESUS with Ethan on the stretcher your mind suddenly goes blank and you notice Tamzin is looking at you.

"Okay?" she asks you noticing your hesitation.

You gather your composure quickly and instruct Big Mac and Tamzin to move Ethan on to the bed nearest to the doors. The two paramedics soon leave you and Lofty to treat Ethan.

"So all this to get out of some public speaking, eh?" You joke trying to lighten the mood. "There are easier ways, mate."

You see a movement in Ethan's eyes and he tries to call your name.

"Cal..." You hear him try to speak.

"No, no. Don't try and speak." You tell him, "I know what I'm doing." You say trying to reassure him. Though it's more to yourself than to him. Having done all the necessary preliminary checks you order a chest x-ray and CT scan to diagnose any internal injuries. You step back to let the nurses prep him for x-ray. You let out another breath.

At least that part is over. You think to yourself.

His results come back. X-ray is all clear. All you're waiting for now is for the CT scan. Connie approaches you and asks you how Ethan is. You inform her the x-ray was all clear and you're just waiting for the CT scan. She nods then proceeds to ask you how you're coping. You tell her you're holding up and she seems to buy you answer.

All of sudden you hear a noise.

An erratic beeping.