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Drugged: Chapter 6

"Are you absolutely certain that you don't know what the drug is?" Connie interrogated Robyn and Iain tiredly. She'd just been pacing up and down for two minutes trying her best to wrack her medical knowledge for what the drug could be. She'd done so many years in the medical profession and yet she couldn't pinpoint a simple drug. But, she supposed- neither could a blood test. So, it wasn't all bad for her reputation. Shut up, Connie! She berated herself, your reputation isn't the thing that matters here! She was right, of course. What mattered was the possible dying colleague on the Recus bed in front of her.

"Positive." Robyn confirmed.

"Or negative, depending on the situation." Following everyone's confused looks, Iain started to elaborate. "I mean, the blood results came back negative and you've just..." He stopped chuckling lightly to himself when no one else seemed amused. "I'll stop," he said, shaking his head.

"That's Ethan's sense of humour, that is." Cal muttered, eyes still fixed on his very ill brother. Connie gave him a sympathetic smile. It may be his sense of humour, but it may be a sense of humour they would never get from the doctor and that sense of humor could die alone with him. No! He wasn't going to die. Connie wouldn't allow it.

Connie gritted her teeth together, "why can't I work it out?" She exclaimed.

"Well, the drug will make it's way out of his system and he'll be right as rain." Zoe said to everyone, though she didn't quite believe it herself.

Lofty continued to stand by the monitors and watch for any change, Iain continued to stand by Cal- watching his friend suffer in his condition, wondering if he could have been quicker with Ethan. Connie was still pacing around, hand on the back of her head as she tried to think. Zoe was watching Ethan for any sign of him regaining consciousness. Robyn was looking through Ethan's notes, studying his symptoms, seeing if she could help in any way. She noticed anxious colleagues occasionally wandering past, peering in worriedly and Cal? Cal was stood still, eyes fixed on his possibly dying brother.

"Right, we can move to a side-room now. He's out of immediate danger." Connie stated once she finally stopped pacing. "Can someone get a port-" Her talking was cut short as her eyes-widened and she span round, immediately rushing to Ethan. He definitely was still in immediate danger.

Everyone heard the rattling of Ethan's hospital bed as his muscled jerked frantically and he started having a violent seizure. Cal couldn't move; his feet were frozen to the ground; his legs were weak. He wasn't even sure if he could stand much longer while watching his brother fitting. It made him shiver and his blood run cold. His brother was so helpless, and Cal couldn't do anything to help.

"Right, get him on his side." Zoe instructed the others in the room. She saw, out of the corner of her eye, Iain guiding Cal to an empty Recus bed to sit down. She had noticed how pale Ethan's brother had gone and knew Iain's decision was for the best. But, Zoe drew her mind away from him and focused back on Ethan. Connie, Robyn, Lofty and she were now holding Ethan on his side- waiting for the seizure to pass. It was definitely on the more serious end of the spectrum. It was violent and didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon.

"Lofty, could you hand me 5mls of diazipam please?" Connie asked politely, still with an air of urgency about it. Ethan's seizure wasn't stopping, and it really needed to.

"Wait! Are you sure? He was drugged, after all." Zoe expressed, obviously concerned. Connie had second thoughts. "Diazipam shouldn't do anything unless it's some sort of benzodiazepine, which I highly doubt." Connie bit her lower lip, anxiously trying to decide what to do. "We need this seizure to stop." She concluded, hand out for Lofty.

Lofty carefully gave her the diazipam and Connie injected into Ethan- stopping the extreme seizure he was in. Finally, it came to a halt and Ethan's body went limp. "Okay, let's keep him on his side."

"I'm not happy with his breathing." Zoe commented. The others all nodded their heads. It sounded raspy, shallow and slow definitely worse than it was before his seizure. Then they noticed a different type of movement on the bed. Ethan was regaining consciousness.

Robyn sprung into action, kneeling down so Ethan could see her. "Ethan, it's Robyn. You're safe, alright? You're in the ED. I need you to stay still for me." Ethan nodded ever so slightly; one could easily miss it.

"... si... ck..." He whispered breathlessly. Lofty grabbed a bowl and placed it under Ethan's head. Lofty was just in time before Ethan was sick. Once he had finished, Lofty disposed of the bowl and Ethan's breathing was still getting worse. Something was seriously wrong.

"He okay?" Cal asked, worried. He couldn't see his brother from where he was sat down. Cal didn't really fancy getting up- he was sure his legs didn't work quite yet; he could still feel them shaking. No one answered him for a few seconds. Cal would have shouted, but that would worry the now awake Ethan. "Well?"

Connie walked over to Cal and placed a reassuring arm on his shoulder. Iain still had an arm across his back. "His breathing is getting a lot worse than it was. I'm thinking... well... ventilation." She saw Cal's eyes go wide. "It's alright, it's just his breathing that we're very concerned about now- the other symptoms seem less important. I mean, it might do- to risk further injury via sedation- to sedate him while we incubate, then wake him up. His body won't have the strain of trying to breath, and we won't cause more damage." Cal took a moment to process all of that information.

"Are you sure the quick sedation won't do anything?"

"Well..." She hesitated, "...not when it's that quick."

"Then do it." Connie nodded and walked back over to Ethan.

"Ethan," Zoe spoke softly and slowly so Ethan could understand every word she was saying, "I understand you must be feeling very scared right now, and you're finding it very hard to breathe, but we have a solution. We're going to need to sedate you very briefly to help with your breathing. When you wake up, you may be very scared but we'll be here, alright?" Zoe reassured him. Ethan nodded ever so slightly, breathing still getting worse.

"Okay, all ready?" Connie adressed everyone else, who nodded. "Right, let's start this."

"... c... al..." Ethan breathed slowly, trying his hardest to move to see his brother. He was too weak, though, and didn't manage it.

Cal heard his brother and immediately jumped into action. His legs almost gave way beneath him but wanting to get to his brother was the key to letting him get there without falling. He stepped into Ethan's line of sight. "It's alright, Eth. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." Cal told Ethan.

"S... sc.. air...red..."

"Hey, it's going to be alright. Don't worry, just relax. I'm here." Cal said, taking his brother's weak hand in his own and kneeling down so he would be easier for Ethan to see. Cal smiled warmly at Ethan and Ethan would have smiled back if he had the energy.

"Ready?" Connie asked once more. Everyone gave a nod of agreement and Connie injected Ethan, sending him off to a dreamless and peaceful sleep.