Hello there! Considering I soon go back to school, I've decided to get rid of my updating schedule because I have my GCSEs this year and they really do take priority, so I don't want to have an update schedule to try and stick to. It also means there might be long waits in between chapters, but I'll try to update as regularly as I can. Sorry! Thank you so much for your reviews on the last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one! (Thank you to the guest who left a review not long ago, it gave me new motivation to post this.) Sorry it took so long for an upload. I hit a stump with this story. I know where I'm going with it, but I didn't want to rush into anything. I hope it doesn't feel too rushed.

Disquietude: Chapter 4

"[...] never retreat, never retract... never admit a mistake." - Napoleon Bonaparte

Arthur smiled to himself after discharging Mr Davidson. He had managed to put his scrub top the right way out, and sort out his first patient of the day without any hassle- especially no hassle from any of the AAU staff. Except Raf. Mr Davidson was his patient, but Arthur managed to convince Raf that he should take over. Eventually, Raf agreed, and Arthur just plain sailed from then on.

"Dr Digby, care to tell me what you've been doing for half you shift?" Or maybe not. Arthur stayed silent. Half his shift hadn't gone by already... had it? "Let me give you a clue. Your ingrowing toenail patient that you took from Raf and spent half your shift treating!" Her voice was raised by the end of it and Arthur instinctively stepped back.

"You have to explore all avenues-"

"-you're lucky Mr Davidson isn't complaining about your incompetence. Now, if you don't mind, could you actually treat another patient today?" Arthur nodded, even though all he wanted to do was run home and sleep some more. "Bay 5. Get him done quickly." He watched Serena stroll off and then he stood still, wondering whether he should go home and pretend he was sick. Wait, why was he even considering that? He was a doctor, there were patients that needed treating. That was his job... as much as he hated it.

"Right." He muttered to himself. "So... bay 5." He recalled. He walked slowly over to Bay 5 and drew the certain. He just shook his head and gulped. A young man, must have been in his early 20s, was laid out on the bed, looking rather pale and sickly. He had blood on his head with quite a nasty cut. Arthur could already feel his breathing start to quicken. He didn't have his tablets; he threw them away. He was on his own.

I can do this, he thought to himself. I don't need those stupid tablets.

He breathed in as deeply as he could and set about trying to treat this patient. "Hello, I'm Dr Digby, and you are..." He scanned the notes looking for a name, "Kenny McKinley." The young man on the bed nodded slightly. "Cara, what can you tell me so far." He asked her in the hopes he had time to get his head together before she had finished speaking.

"Got into some drunken fight with his mate- head injury has been ruled as minor." Arthur let out a sigh of relief. "He does have some bruising on his lower back; suspected damaged kidneys." Arthur's relief was short lived. No, no way was he going to deal with this. There could be possible damaged kidneys- that could lead to kidney failure! This was not happening. "Arthur?" He heard Cara ask worriedly.

"Uh... yes... sorry. Just thinking," he stumbled. "Right, yes." His mind felt muddled as he tried to continue with the best course of action. He couldn't do it, though. He would mess up and the poor lad would end up with kidney failure because Digby couldn't deal with serious cases. He could let Raf handle this one. He was better than Arthur. Digby just needed to get away from the inevitable disaster that would no doubt come. "I need to go." He stared firmly, walking off.

"What's up with him?" Fletch approached Cara who shook her head, brow furrowed in confusion before she sighed.

"He's been acting weird for a bit now," said Cara worriedly.

"I'll go and talk to him," decided Fletch; not really knowing how it would go. He and Arthur weren't really the best of friends, but they talked on a professional basis all the time.

Arthur didn't care about work right now. He had to calm down the ever-growing panic he was experiencing. He'd now made it to Serena's bad list, and he had a patient with kidney damage. Kenny also had a head injury that might even progress further. To top it all, Arthur had thrown his tablets away and he'd already passed where he could get some more. He could feel himself trembling as he went into a secluded hallway; trying to take deep breaths in and out. He scrunched his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists to stop himself from shaking. Nothing worked. He could feel his heart beating against his chest. He could pratically feel his pulse hammer in his neck.

Arthur slipped down the wall, tears of panic slipping out of his closed eyes. He couldn't breathe properly, he was shaking badly, he felt sick and dizzy and he hoped he wouldn't pass out.

Fletch finally found Digby, but he wasn't pleased. Arthur looked a right mess. He had tear-stained cheeks, he was trembling on the floor uncontrollably, his breathing was all over the place and he looked extremely pale. One phrase sprang to mind; panic attack.