'What was that all about?' Robyn asked while she drove towards the supermarket.

'What?'

'That. You and your brother.'

'Maybe I'm just fed up of his shenanigans. He's been working with me and living with me for a year now. He said he would move out, he said he would transfer hospitals. He said he'd changed. After everything that's happened - with the accident, with Jeff, with me - you would've thought that he could have grown up.'

'Wow.' They were now parked outside the shop, waiting to go in. 'This is getting to you more than I realised. Are you sure you're alright?'

'I'm fine. I'm always fine.'

'Maybe that's the problem.'

'Something like that...' Ethan climbed out of the car and waited for Robyn to join him.

'Shall we get a move on?'

Over the following weeks Cal and Taylor adopted a complicated relationship. They insisted that they were no longer dating except for when they clearly were, Cal wasn't around, except when he was, and Taylor was still deeply in love with Cal, except when she wasn't. Cal faithfully attended all the baby appointments, playing the supportive maybe-but-then-again-maybe-not-boyfriend throughout. Wait, no - he definitely was her boyfriend when he was there. Or was he? Probably. Unless he wasn't... Hence, a strangely complex relationship. The decision was made to have the baby DNA tested as soon as it was born - only then would they know for definite who's it was. Until then, it was anyone's guess. Cal's? Jake's? Ethan's? Well, okay, maybe not Ethan's... Ethan and Robyn revisited Stigma to try and get some more information from Jake but were met by a grumpy cleaner who said that he had left not long after their first visit. Maybe the pressure of possibly being a father was too much for him. A child would tie him down, stop the freedom of his current lifestyle. So he scarpered. Did this make him a coward? Despite the problems surrounding the father of the child, Cal was still warming to the idea of being a dad. Playing with a child, raising it, loving it, watching it grow up. You might say that he was even looking forward to it.

Taylor was due her 35 week scan at the hospital at 3:30PM. Cal had finished his shortened shift at 3 and was waiting for her to join him in the maternity department. Time ticked on, the appointment drew ever closer. Taylor had promised that she'd be fine getting to the hospital and that she'd be early. She certainly wasn't early, in fact she was now running late. Cal's phone began to violently buzz in his pocket, making him jump slightly. He was surprised to find it was Zoe calling him rather than Taylor, but answered it anyway.

'Cal, we need you back in the department.'

'I can't! I booked off this afternoon for Taylor's scan.'

'I know and I'm sorry but there's been a massive pileup on the ring road and we are taking the brunt of the casualties.'

'What about '?'

'Swamped due to a roof collapse at a busy village hall.'

'Right. I'm on my way down, but if things get even more complicated with Taylor then you'll be the one explaining.'

'More complicated?'

'Never mind. I'm coming.' Cal hung up before shoving his phone back into his pocket and running down the stairs into the staffroom to dump his things before joining his brother in resus.

'Ready?'

'As I'll ever be.'

Cal took the first patient, an elderly lady with a nasty open fracture to her leg and suspected neck and spinal injuries.

Ethan took the second, a young looking woman, heavily pregnant and soaked in blood. Unconscious with no ID. Ethan tried to get basic observations on the woman before sending her for a variety of scans. He still couldn't tell who she was. She was too messy, too bloody to be recognisable. As she was being wheeled out of resus something caught Ethan's eye. A thin, delicate bracelet. Tinted red with blood. One feature was noticeable from it. A small T charm hung off it. Ethan's stomach plummeted. For a moment, he was sure he would vomit.

The bloody mess was Taylor.