Mills2808, thank you for your review. I'm glad you're enjoying it and finding it intense - I'll try to keep it up!

LittleBritishPerson, writing from more perspectives can be harder, but the advantage is, when I run out of steam or ideas with one character, I can move on to another character and leave the difficult one alone for a while, which is a relief! I'm so glad you're still enjoying this. Thank you for your review.

X-Sammii-X, I think they're all caring really, but Zoe is the one who really shows it and she can be almost maternal, which none of the others can. I like writing from Lily's point of view because I can show the thoughts and emotions she hides from everyone else. I wish you were there to support Cal! Thank you for your review.

Tanith Panic, oh, I've killed Lofty! It is hard to describe everything, especially as I don't want to watch the episode again as I know I'd get upset. I'm glad it all makes sense. I really want to show Lily's efficient side as well as her caring side in this story, so I'm really glad that's coming across. Cal really isn't in a good place at the moment and Ethan literally isn't in a good place. I'm going to make Louise suffer in this story! But in a good cause, I hope. Thank you for your review.

CBloom2, thank you for your review - I'm glad you enjoyed the update. I hope you like this one too.

20BlueRoses, thank you for your review. It's natural to like the sections involving your favourite characters best - I'm exactly the same when I'm watching! I'm really glad Cal's complete shock came over convincingly. It's not easy to imagine that. Now I've just got to hope the reactions of the other injured characters aren't too similar!

Guest, thank you for your review. I'm going to try to update this every day until it's finished, but I can't promise that I'll be able to stick to that. I have got it planned out scene-by-scene though, so that should help. I'm really happy you're looking forward to what happens next - I hope it doesn't disappoint!

Thank you to Tanith Panic and CatsAndWhiskers for the follows and favourites

Pain. A sharp, splintering agony that felt like his knee was split in two. An ache in his head. Something on top of him, pinning him down.

Ethan opened his eyes. He still had his glasses, miraculously, but they were clouded with dust and the ceiling above him looked odd and unfamiliar. His breathing quickened and he felt an ache in his chest, but he might just be panicking. He fought to slow his breathing, telling himself he was okay and everything was fine.

It was a lie, of course. Nothing was fine. Ethan was trapped and hurt and for the moment, he didn't know what had happened or where he was. He managed to free one of his arms, but this only caused him more pain and although he tried, he couldn't reach his phone.

Ethan had a look at what was pinning him down. It was large and heavy, perhaps made of wood, but there seemed to be more things piled on top of it. He moved his head from side to side, wincing at the pain this caused, and caught a glimpse of more pieces of metal and wood. Piles and piles of it, surrounding him. It must be some kind of building collapse – and it was possible Ethan wasn't the only person who was hurt.

"Hello?" called Ethan. His voice was weak, but he could still hear the note of hysteria. He cleared his throat. "Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?"

The floor felt so hard: Ethan knew he wasn't lying on a carpet. He moved his hand over it. Although he seemed to be in an enclosed room, the floor felt like concrete. It must be somewhere like a garage, but he and Cal didn't have a garage.

"Cal?" called Ethan hopefully. If any kind of disaster had occurred, it wasn't unlikely that his brother had caused it.

But Cal didn't answer.

And then the mist over Ethan's brain cleared. Cal wasn't there. It was Alicia who'd been with him; Alicia whom he had to find.

The beautiful girl who might actually be the one for him.

"Alicia? Alicia! Please answer me!"

She was lying here somewhere. Hurt. Perhaps even…

He had to find her. He needed to make sure he was safe; give her any medical treatment she needed – and then get her out of here.

"I'm coming to find you, Alicia. I'm going to get you out. I promise. You're going to be fine. Just hold on for me. I'm on my way."

Ethan tried to sit up and push away the thing that was holding him down, but the movement jarred his knee and he cried out. And he realised, as tears filled his eyes, that even if he was able somehow to free himself, he probably wouldn't be able to move.

Lily stood up and looked around. Still no Ethan, but it was possible he was on the other side of the helicopter. There was so much happening; so many people. She knew Charlie wanted to set up a triage area in the pub, but she didn't know if that had happened yet. She wouldn't send anyone over there until she knew. For now, she was offering what treatment, advice and reassurance she could, as well as getting lone patients together so they could keep an eye on each other and ask for help if one spotted a change in the other's condition. Lily knew she'd have hated it if anyone had forced a complete stranger to look after her, but they'd been through a traumatic incident and Lily was scared to leave any of them alone.

She saw Robyn and Louise kneeling beside a pregnant woman. The two nurses appeared to be arguing and Lily angrily went over to them. "Louise. Robyn. Please put your differences aside and take care of your patient."

"I-I can't do it!" stammered Louise. There were tears in her eyes.

"You've got to!" said Robyn. "Either give CPR or take my place. I can't do both!"

"I can't treat pregnant women!" wailed Louise as the first tears fell.

Lily realised this was more than just an argument. Louise looked frozen with fear. She was about to order Louise to step aside, but she knew that wouldn't help Louise. It would only make her more afraid and it wouldn't help anyone if Louise walked away from the patient with a feeling of failure.

Lily knew how that felt. She'd experienced it earlier today.

She needed Louise to continue working. She needed Louise to walk away from the patient, knowing she'd done everything she could.

Lily knelt beside Robyn and quickly took her place. "Louise, I know you can do this. I am instructing you as your team leader to give CPR. If we lose the patient, it is my responsibility. Robyn, please continue examining the casualties. I will stay with Louise."

Max was shaking. Zoe was so, so still in his arms. Occasional chunks of plaster still fell from the ceiling, but he thought the worst was over.

Except it wasn't, of course. Nothing could be worse than Zoe being hurt. What had happened to Connie and Grace was terrible, but Zoe was his wife.

He loved her.

"Come on, Zoe, open your eyes!" he begged her as he stroked her dust-filled black hair. "Please, Zoe. Don't do this to me! Just open your eyes and tell me you're okay!"

He didn't think she would. He moved a shaky hand to her neck and felt for a pulse, but he couldn't find it.

Oh God, Zoe… if I hadn't brought you in here…

He knew, logically, that whatever had happened – and he suspected it was something to do with the helicopter – had happened outside. If he and Zoe had remained outside, they wouldn't have been safe.

But that didn't change the fact Zoe was in here because of him and that meant whatever had happened to her was his fault.

"Come on, Zoe. Stay with me. I can't lose you again. I love you."

Rita was running. She didn't know what had happened, but she didn't need to be a nurse to know that a crash that loud and that many screams, full of pain as well as terror, didn't happen if nothing was wrong. She'd flung aside her luggage at some point; she couldn't remember where or when, but she didn't care. It wasn't important.

She looked from side to side as she ran, seeking out the cause of the incident. It was clearly somewhere close to the hospital and that gave her some comfort.

If only she'd taken a taxi instead of walking to clear her head, she'd have been there already, but she couldn't have known this would happen.

At last, she arrived. She stopped, her chest rising and falling as she stared in horror at the hospital she'd known so well.

The incident hadn't happened near the hospital. It was at the hospital.

She saw the helicopter. She saw the mangled bodies, some of them moving, but many of them so still.

A moment later, she was running towards a man who was lying on the ground. "Hi, my name's Rita. I'm a-"

She stopped. Stared. Stared into the eyes she'd come to love; the eyes she'd truly believed had held love for her in return.

"Iain," she whispered.

Charlie had told Cal to do his job, but his mind felt fuzzy. The world seemed to be spinning and a couple of times, he'd thought he was going to fall, but he kept going. He didn't know many things, but he knew there was something important he needed to do.

He stumbled around the helicopter and scanned the area. He saw several of his colleagues, working busily. He saw Rita kneeling in front of Iain and frowned slightly, convinced there was something wrong with that scenario, but he didn't know what and in any case, it wasn't important. He saw Lily and Louise giving CPR to a patient. He saw Charlie, walking around, taking control and fulfilling the role Cal would have expected Connie to take.

Connie… Cal stopped for a moment and closed his eyes. There was something about Connie. Something he ought to know…

"Cal?" A hand touched his arm. It was Robyn. "Are you okay?"

Cal watched as her concerned face blurred out of focus. He tried to speak. The world seemed to tilt and he grabbed Robyn's shoulder to steady himself.

"Come on, Cal. Sit down." Robyn sat in front of him, looking into his eyes. She lightly touched the side of his head and he hissed with pain but said nothing as she examined the cut.

"Cal, can you speak to me, please?" Robyn's voice was gentle.

Cal's mouth opened. He knew he wouldn't need to say much. Just a few words. But even that seemed beyond him.

"I think you need a doctor," said Robyn. "Is Ethan around?"

Ethan….

All at once, Cal was on his feet. He felt Robyn grasping his hands, urging him to sit down again, but he shook them off and staggered away from her, his anxious gaze sweeping the area.

Ethan wasn't here and he should be here.

Cal didn't know how he knew that, but the one thing he did know was that he needed to find Ethan, fast.

The filing cabinet lay on the floor, or so it appeared. It was only when you looked more closely that you realised there was something underneath it.

It was impossible to tell what at first. The room was full of dust and not a single piece of furniture was left standing. The shelves lay on the floor, their contents spread out over the floor. Files. Books. So many pieces of paper. One of the bookcases had upended a table, which lay on its back, its legs sticking up in the air in a manner that seemed somehow undignified. The chairs had been pushed over too. At least one of them would be on its way to the rubbish tip eventually – but probably not anytime soon. It was the least of so many worries.

Not all the objects were lying flat. Other items of furniture had prevented them from falling fully. But there was something about the filing cupboard that was different. Only a very large object could have been underneath it. A long object – and an irregular one.

But nobody was there to see it. No-one would walk around the cabinet and see that whatever was pinned underneath it had hair. Curly brown hair.

The owner of the hair lay still.

Perhaps he always would.