Traffic was caused as people came to sudden stops after the site they just witnessed. A head-on collision, and screaming. On-lookers saw nothing but destruction. The front end of both cars was completely smashed to bits, and no one, inside either car, was moving. An ambulance made its way onto the scene, the blue lights grabbing everyone's attention. Not only from the ambulance, but from the police car that followed. On-lookers for forced to stand back, and Dixie and Iain- along with other paramedics rushed to the scene, trying to hush the worried whispers coming from those that had witnessed the scene.

Dixie and Iain rushed to the car with two casualties inside, deciding it was best. Two of their colleagues with them. Two other paramedics ran over to the other car, leaving Dixie, Iain, Sue and John to the two passenger car. Together, they forced the driver's door, and the backseat passenger doors, open.

"Can you look for some ID?" Dixie instructed Sue while she was checking over the man in the front, John holding his head as still as possible. "Can you al…" The rest of the sentence was lost into nothingness Dixie recognised the figure that lay still in the back of the car, bloodied. Cal, who had gone missing from the hospital a good 45 minutes ago. She had her suspicions about just who must be in the driver's seat. "Iain, it's Cal." She whispered- her voice showed she was close to tears. Iain looked properly at the figure, seeing through the blood soaked face, the injuries he had sustained. It was, in fact, Cal. Hadn't that poor man been through enough for one day?

"No output!" John exclaimed, talking about Mike. "We need to get him out as soon as possible." He spoke worriedly. He heard Dixie and Iain, and he also had an idea about just who was technically dead. But, he and Sue had a duty of care, and anyway, their suspicions weren't confirmed. Until Sue found the ID.

"Michael Potter." She stated, reading out from a gym membership card. Michael- Mike. They were certain now- there was no such thing as a coincidence. He was in a porter's top, and he had taken Cal. "We have to do our job." She continued, noticing the angry looks on her colleague's faces. "We just do." All three of them nodded. "We'll have to tell the police."

"Cal doesn't look like he'll last much longer either, Dix." Iain told her- panic present in his shaking voice. They started examining Cal, trying not to show emotion, trying to let being a paramedic come before anything else, but neither of them were managing it that well.

They watched as John and Sue sorted out Mike, still doing CPR on him, and transferring him into the back of an ambulance, before speeding off- a police car following closely behind. Both Dixie and Iain were thinking exactly the same thing, "I hope he doesn't make it." Dixie said aloud. It was not something you hear every day- from anyone- but, it was entirely appropriate in a situation like this. Neither of them wanted that man to do anything else- to anyone- especially Cal.

"Okay, observation." Iain started. "He has a blunt chest trauma- possible haemothorax, and those broken ribs aren't going to fare much better. He has a head laceration, and a fair bit of bruising from where he wasn't strapped in." Iain stated, still trying not to get his personal life mixed up with this.

"Come on, Cal. Wake up." Dixie urged- knowing it probably wouldn't do any good whatsoever. "Right, can you get the spinal board and collar, and I'll attach a drip." Dixie instructed- she too was trying to be as professional as she could be. Iain nodded, before running off, getting what they needed.

Dixie saw Cal stirring slightly, and saw as his eyes fluttered open. Again with the pain! Why is it always pain?! Why was he always sleeping and waking up in pain?! Cal was getting sick of the amount of times that had happened. However, he couldn't make sense of what was causing the pain this time.

"Cal, it's Dixie." She spoke, trying to get his attention. "You've been in a car accident." Dixie told him, wondering whether he could, in fact, hear her. If she didn't know, the incoherent mutter soon told her that he was, at least, alert. "What was that?"

"Eth…an…" He whispered slightly louder, the word just letting Dixie know how much pain he was actually in. She got about setting up a drip, while still talking to Cal, trying to keep him conscious. The last thing they needed was for him to slip back into yet another dreamless sleep.

"We'll get you to the hospital, then you can see him, okay?" It would never fail to make her smile- just how much Ethan and Cal needed each other. Dixie slipped an oxygen mask over Cal's face, just as he was starting to fade again. "Just, stay awake, Cal. Okay, keep those eyes open. You won't be able to see Ethan if you fall asleep, now, will you?" She joked slightly.

Cal smiled slightly through the oxygen mask. "I… don't… wa…nt… to… wake… up… in… pa… pain… ag… ain… not… goi.. ng… to… sleep…" He laughed slightly, causing him more pain. "I'm…cold…" He managed to get out, knowing that his teeth would start to chatter soon.

"Once we get in the ambulance, you'll be warmer. Just, keep calm for me, Cal." She assured him just as Iain came running back with the spinal board and collar, smiling when he saw Cal was awake, but he still felt sorry for him- more than he would ever know. Poor Cal was all that was rushing through Dixie's and Iain's heads.

Dixie managed to give him some morphine, which managed to ease his pain by the time they were ready to transfer him over to the spinal board, but he lost the battle with his exhaustion and lost consciousness…again.

Despite this being fiction, I still can't help but feel sorry for Cal...god..I'm really making him suffer...sorry, Cal!

If you have a couple of seconds, please tell me your thoughts?

(In 'The Spark that Lit the Flame', I was asked if I could do a continuation of that story. I just can't think of any idea's, even from wracking my brain. Sorry if you are disappointed…)