Meanwhile Ethan had woken up after yet another beating. He leant up against a damp wall, his knees drawn to his chest and his arm resting on his lap. He was trying to analyse his injuries, anything to get him to think about something other than the inevitably impending beating he was about to receive.
He desperately wished he could see his brother one last time, to tell him how much he cared and to tell him that he loved him. Ethan took a deep breath, his chest aching from the many broken ribs he had sustained. A lone tear snaked down his cheek as the door swung open with a crash. He drew his knees closer to his chest and cowered. A wooden stick was whacked against his back leaving large red welts in its wake.
A loud shout came from outside the room, before the door was thrown open. A group of people stormed in, grabbing the man who was beating the living daylights out of Ethan and handcuffed him. Ethan wasn't aware of what was going on. The last thing he remember was a young policeman telling him that everything was going to be okay, as the icy fingers of unconsciousness gripped him.
At the ED, Cal was about to go and find Mrs Beauchamp when the sounds of an ambulance sounded from outside the entrance. As the only doctor around Cal had to go. He jogged over as they began unloading the patient. He could have sworn that he knew the person who was lying on the bed covered in blood and bruises. He stopped for a moment taking it all in.
'Eth?' He asked as he ran alongside the trolley as they took him inside. Ethan was still unconscious, but Cal continued to talk to him, trying to make sure he was alright. It had been 8 hours since Ethan had disappeared although it hadn't been that long, with the injuries he had sustained, Ethan wouldn't have survived any more beatings.
A hand reached out grabbing Cal's wrist, it was a strong grip that seemed to grow stronger. Ethan sat bolt upright on the moving bed, an ear piercing yell coming from his lips. He was trembling, his eyes darting around nervously, he could only see blurry shapes and he was scared.
'Ethan, calm down, it's me, I'm here, and you're safe' Cal soothed as he lay him back down. Ethan couldn't see who the voice belonged to. He could recognise the voice but he was not sure who it was. His glasses had been destroyed and his vision was compromised by the head injury he had sustained. He began to feel strange as he drifted unconscious. He felt a hand slip into his and he tried to hang on to it, but it was no use.