Cal was woken up by his phone ringing. Robyn.

'Is Ethan okay?'

'What?'

'Ethan. Is he alright now?'

'Yeah. I think so. I don't know. I'll check. You better know that you've taken me out of my bed. My nice, warm, cosy, comfortable bed.'

'It's almost 12 o'clock. I thought you'd be up!'

'Well we're not needed in court and he wanted to sleep. So I did.'

Cal wandered into Ethan's room, his phone still attached to his face. He took a long, hard look at Ethan before checking his pulse and breathing- all while never waking him. Ethan didn't even stir.

'He's fine.'

'Good. I better get back to work and you might want to get back to bed.'

'No point now! I may as well do something useful...'

'Bye Cal.'

'Bye Robyn.'

It was very rare that the brothers got to meet their neighbours. Their 12 hour shifts started and ended at 6 leaving little time to socialise. Most of the neighbours had boring office jobs and worked Monday to Friday from 9 'till 5. Phil was one of the only neighbours who the brothers were close with. He had a spare key and regularly took in parcels for the brothers. He was 20 and a journalist, blogger and budding author. Cal was taking out the recycling and met Phil on his way back to the apartment. Unlike Cal, who was still dressed in his pyjamas and hospital hoodie which Robyn had thrown on him when he was with Ethan.

'Hi Cal. How's Ethan? I saw the ambulance.'

'Hey Phil. He's been better, but I can't really remember when that was.'

'He really has been through hell hadn't he?'

'And the rest of it!' Cal laughed.

'How's you're uncle?'

'Who sorry?'

'You're uncle.' Cal confused look prompted him to continue, 'Short guy, bald, kinda tubby?'

'I don't have an uncle.'

'Then who did I let into your apartment yesterday?'

'I don't know...'

'I'm so, so sorry Cal. I didn't mean to-'

'Sorry Phil. I've got to go. You still have our key don't you?'

'Yeah.'

'Bye then...'

'Bye.' Phil said to the air in front of him. Cal was long gone.

Cal gently closed the door before locking at as much as possible. He ran over to the medicine carbonate and rummaged around to find the sleeping tablets. He found the ones that Ethan had taken and looked at the dosage. Take no more than 4 tablets per 24 hours. Taking four tablets wouldn't have had the effect on Ethan that it did. He would have had to take at least 10. Ethan may be struggling at the moment but he would never ignore the dosage instructions. Even if he was desperate he wouldn't have ignored his natural instincts as a doctor. How did this happen? Ethan wouldn't purposefully take an overdose would he? That simply wasn't him. Cal banished the thought from his mind. There had to be another explanation. There had to be.