Ethan yawned and rubbed his eyes as he approached the ED, his hands thrust deep inside his pockets. It had just gone 6 AM, and it was time for the dreaded early shift.

However, just as he was nearing the entrance of the ED, his attention was diverted by a woman sitting on the bench in the parking lot, groaning and clutching her stomach in pain. He hastily tossed his empty energy drink can in a nearby trash bin, and hurried across the parking lot to the woman. She was wearing a scarf that covered her mouth and her nose, so Ethan couldn't quite see her face.

"Hello, I'm Doctor Hardy, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

The woman just ignored him, and heaved herself off the bench and staggered away, still holding her abdomen in agony. Ethan immediately got up and went after her, following her all the way round behind the ED, into a deserted alleyway.

"Hey, hey, don't worry. I'm a doctor- I want to help you." Ethan said gently, slowly approaching the woman in case she tried to run again.

The woman didn't respond, but instead simply pulled her scarf down, revealing her face. At that moment, Ethan's stomach dropped. He knew that face.

Bonnie.

"Long time no see, Doctor Hardy." She smirked, folding her arms.

Ethan was unable to do anything but stare at her in terror. He tried to speak, but for some reason he was totally incapable of forming words. Bonnie was mentally unstable, and he had just let her lure him to a deserted place.

Ethan reached into his back pocket to get his phone and call the police- or Cal, or anyone so that he wouldn't be left alone with this mad, dangerous woman.

However, Bonnie noticed him reaching for his phone, and swiftly reached into her black leather handbag and pulled out a knife.

A knife. Ethan internally screamed at himself.

"Now, you don't want to call the police on me, do you?" Bonnie asked mockingly, the knife pointed straight at Ethan's chest, "Although, that didn't stop you last time, did it? I know what you did. You reported me to the police- and now you're going to pay for it.

Sweat dripped down Ethan's forehead, and his heart pounded hard against his ribcage.

Bonnie noticed Ethan's terror, and said in a mocking voice, "Oh, don't worry, I would never kill you. No, no. Much worse. I'll take you away from here, far away, so that no-one will know where you went, and I'll slowly torture you until you're nothing more than a mess of blood and bones." A wild grin spread across Bonnie's face.

Ethan swallowed hard, his mouth and throat completely dry from terror.

"Of course, I can't do it now- everyone would see me taking you!" She laughed manically, "But soon, I'll come for you. And you're not going to tell anyone about this, are you? Good. Because if you do..." She paused to think for a second, "If you do, your beloved brother Cal will have his throat slit right open. Understand?"

"You... You're mad." Was all that Ethan was able to whisper.

"Oh, how rude of you! You know, I think you're going to need to learn some manners. And the only way to learn: is through punishment."

At the word 'punishment', Ethan felt a white hot pain rip through his torso. He staggered backwards and looked down in horror to see scarlet blood seeping through his clothes from a stab wound in his chest.

"Remember, you don't tell anyone, or else Cal gets it." Bonnie growled menacingly.

She casually dropped the knife that was now dripping with Ethan's blood into her handbag and walked away, her high heels clacking against the pavement.

Ethan slumped against the wall and slid down to the floor, clutching his chest as his hands became soaked in his own blood. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take deep breaths despite the intense pain gripping his chest.

He put a hand against the wall to steady himself, and tried to pull himself up. He knew that his condition would just deteriorate if he didn't get help- fast. However, the second he tried to support his own weight his legs gave way underneath him and he collapsed back onto the pavement again.

He felt his eyes begin to droop- he felt tired. So tired. And since when was it so cold?

With a lot of effort, he managed to pick up his phone. He knew that logically he should call 999, but his fingers acted of their own accord and dialled Cal's number. He just wanted to hear Cal's voice reassuring him- telling him that it would all be okay, even if it wasn't. He weakly lifted the phone to his ear, his head drooping slightly to one side.

"C-C-Cal?" He asked, his stutter coming through badly in this state of pain and panic.

Cal's voice came through the phone, and Ethan's heart lifted for a second, only to be dropped once more.

"This is Caleb Knight, you've gone through to answerphone. Feel free to leave a message!"

"C-Cal... H-Help me, p-p-please... B-Bonnie- she... Kn-Knife..." He whispered deliriously as tears dripped down his cheeks, "B-Behind the ED... P-Please, C-C-Cal!"

He sobbed, before hanging up, praying that Cal would listen to the message soon.

Blood was still pouring freely from the open wound in his chest, soaking his shirt completely and dripping onto the pavement, staining it crimson. He tried to find the energy to left his hands and try to stem the bleeding, but he just couldn't do it. It was as if his energy was just trickling out of his chest alongside his blood.

Within minutes, his head was killing him and his vision was blurring. He finally couldn't keep his eyes open any longer, and he slumped sideways onto the floor, his eyelids slipping shut.

Please, Cal.