Bonnie Sveen Fan, thank you for your review. Cal does love playing the hero, but he's one of the ones who'll need a knight in shining armour this time! I don't think I remember Zoe and Dylan being trapped in Resus. I'd like to see it! I actually prefer to fix my injuries myself, but maybe that's just me! But Ethan's injury is more serious.

X-Sammii-X, it would be really sad if the baby died and it would be really difficult for Louise too. And for Lily - Dr Chao isn't quite her usual professional self, I don't think! I do hate the idea of killing Cal, so maybe that will reassure you a bit? I think Zoe and Max are having lots of fun! I'm glad you liked Iain's scene. Thank you for your review.

LittleBritishPerson, thank you for your review. Maybe Cal is lucky to be unconscious as that fall really would have hurt! But I think he'd rather be conscious and in agony if it means he can tell someone he heard Ethan. Assuming he can remember what he heard. We fanfic writers always hurt the ones we love, don't we?

Guest, thank you for your review. Max's response to Zoe is coming right up in the first section, so I hope it doesn't disappoint you! I'm really glad you're still enjoying this.

InfinityAndOne, my knee partially dislocates itself sometimes, but I so much prefer to reduce it myself. The idea of someone else doing it terrifies me! I like to be in control of the pain. Ethan's looked much more serious though so it would have been much more difficult and painful. Cal really does need help - ideally from lots of people so they can hold him down if necessary! Thank you for your review - I'm so glad you're still enjoying this.

20BlueRoses, thank you for your review. I'm glad you liked Cal hearing Ethan scream. It might have been his imagination, but I like to think he did hear Ethan. I needed to get Zoe and Max back together somehow! And yes, there's nothing like a near-death experience to unleash your passions! I'm really happy it feels like the show - that's a massive compliment, thank you!

"I've missed you, Zoe," said Max between kisses. He knew he was opening himself up to being hurt again, but he didn't care. He just wanted to taste her again. To feel her. To be with her.

"I've missed you too," was Zoe's reply.

Max's arms tightened around her, crushing her close to him. "Don't go back to America, Zoe."

"That's where my life is now," said Zoe, but there was sadness in her voice.

"But where's your heart, Zoe?" asked Max. "Is your heart in America?"

Zoe's lips found his. "You know it's not," she whispered.

"Mine was," said Max. "But now it's right here."

Their kisses became more frenzied. Two tongues tangling. Teeth lightly nipping. Hands everywhere, roaming and seeking. Zoe seized the bottom of Max's shirt and yanked it over his head. Her hands explored his chest as she mumbled words of love and lust into his chest. "Oh, Max, I've missed this. I've missed you."

Max's hands pulled her skirt upwards. He caressed her thighs, then moved slowly around to cup her bottom. His hands slipped inside her panties.

Zoe's hands had moved to the front of his trousers. She undid them and pulled them down over his hips. His pants soon followed and Zoe knelt in front of him, stroking him. Max trembled with want; with need.

"Oh God, Zoe. Just do it."

Lily was surprised by how emotional she was feeling. For a moment, she could say nothing. Her throat was tight and tears were rising in her eyes.

"Nothing?" Louise could barely say the word.

"No. I mean yes!" said Lily confusedly. She cleared her throat and tried to speak like the calm, professional Dr Chao, but she couldn't. "We have a pulse, Louise!"

Louise held her head in her hands for a moment, clearly overcome. "Thank God, Lily. Thank God." She lifted her head and looked Lily in the eyes. "Thank you for not giving up."

"I couldn't have given up," said Lily. "Thank you for staying with me and helping me to save the baby."

"I saved a baby," said Louise, as though she could hardly believe it. "I've saved a baby!"

Lily couldn't stop herself from smiling. "Yes. You did. I knew you could do it. Perhaps now you will believe in yourself too. You are a good nurse, Louise, and you have done well to fight your fears. I hope one day I will be able to fight mine too."

Louise looked surprised. "I didn't think you were scared of anything, Lily."

"That is what I want everyone to believe," said Lily quietly. "But I have fears like anyone else. Failure. Loneliness. Mrs Beauchamp."

"Those all sound like reasonable fears to me," said Louise.

"But there are others," said Lily. "I hope you will inspire me to fight them and overcome them. But we must not celebrate prematurely. This baby could have suffered carbon monoxide poisoning. We must try to determine whether this is the correct diagnosis and provide whatever treatment she-" Lily stopped.

"Lily? What's wrong?" said Louise anxiously.

Lily looked at the baby again. "I thought something was odd before. Something that wasn't quite right. I've just realised what it was."

"What?" said Louise, after waiting for Lily to continue.

"When I examined the baby, I had no trouble in examining her for possible fractures," said Lily. "I could feel the bones clearly even through her clothes."

Louise stared at her for a moment, then she carefully ran her hands down the baby's sides. "Lily, she's so thin! How can any baby be this thin?"

"That is something else we must determine," said Lily.

Iain wasn't sure where he was. He'd long ago lost his way. He began to wonder if it was such a bad thing: he obviously had no future as a soldier.

Perhaps he had no future at all.

Perhaps he was dead, if he was hearing angels.

"Iain?" That was that voice again. The angel's voice.

Iain turned towards it and shuddered as he saw what lay in front of him. He must have got turned around somehow. Or perhaps he'd never really left.

His comrades lay on the ground. Dead because of him.

Iain turned and tried to run, but he couldn't feel the ground beneath his feet. Instead, he felt a vibration and heard more shouting. He looked down to see a child: a little girl, clearly fighting for her life.

"Iain! Iain, I need you to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say."

If she was an angel, he could do as she said. She would guide him out of here. She would keep him safe.

But what if it was a trick, like everything else? What if she wasn't an angel at all?

Ethan sat with his head resting against his good knee and tried not to cry. Without anaesthetic, it had been incredibly painful. For a moment, he hadn't been able to do it, but then it had finally snapped back into place and he'd uttered a cry of pain he'd been rather surprised the whole world hadn't heard.

But his colleagues at the ED did not. Only Alicia, who'd flinched at the sound and then gasped at some pain of her own.

He'd had to remove his jeans in order to do the reduction, which meant he was now sitting in his boxers. He had rather hoped that one day, Alicia might have some interest in seeing his boxers, but that had been for the future and a completely different scenario from this.

"Are you okay?" asked Ethan, when he finally felt able to speak. "I mean, you're not feeling worse?"

"Don't know," said Alicia.

"Oh. Well, that's probably a good thing," said Ethan. He looked around the ambulance station again.

"Go for help," said Alicia. Her breathing was shallow and she was clearly using as few words as possible.

Ethan shook his head. "I'm not leaving you."

"Stupid…"

"Yes, I probably am," agreed Ethan humbly. "I know you can't see very much from where you are, Alicia, but we're in the ambulance station. I don't know exactly what happened, but the scaffolding outside fell down and some of the frontage too, I think. They were thrown inside the ambulance station with the force of the helicopter landing – just as we were – and it's caused a terrible mess in here. There's no clear route to the door and even if there was, it would be very dangerous for me to try to get out. I'm not worried about myself so much – if I dislodged anything, I would have a chance of getting out of the way. But if something fell on top of you…"

He saw Alicia's eyes widen in sudden fear and hated himself.

"I'm so sorry," he said miserably. "I didn't mean to scare you." He stroked her hair. "I'm sure someone will find us soon."

Alicia's face was creased with pain. "You don't… know that."

"You're right. I don't," said Ethan sadly.

"Could you… throw something?" said Alicia. "At the door. Make a noise."

Ethan could only admire her for thinking of possible ways out now. "I could try, but throwing anything large would be dangerous and throwing anything small probably wouldn't make much impact. And I should warn you, I don't have very good aim."

"Try," said Alicia, her voice guttural with pain.

"Yes. Yes, of course." Ethan started to get up, but pain shot through his knee and he collapsed with a groan. Once the pain had subsided a little, he reached for something to help him stand.

It came away in his hand.

It took Ethan a moment to realise what would happen, but then, with blinding clarity, he realised what he'd done.

He watched in horror as the avalanche began.

Robyn wiped away tears as she said goodbye to Glen. He hadn't known about the incident at the ED and Robyn hated herself for worrying him, but at the same time she was happy because Glen loved her.

She couldn't quite believe it was really happening. Couldn't believe someone could really love her.

And she was going to lose him.

She knew Charlie was expecting her to go back into the pub, but she couldn't go yet. She needed a few more moments. She would only worry and upset her patients if she went back now.

She found herself walking back towards the ED. The police and fire service were still there, ensuring that everybody stayed away and giving directions to St James'. They looked up as she approached, concern crossing their faces. Robyn could easily believe she didn't look like a calm, professional ED nurse at the moment. Her face was probably red and blotchy from crying.

Then she saw something ahead of her. A group of people crouching down by someone. It was impossible to tell who it was, but Robyn knew it must be one of her colleagues. She arrived, panting, and gasping out offers of assistance.

The crowd around the casualty parted and Robyn looked down to see Cal. "What happened?"

"He was walking to the ED – not looking very steady on his feet, we have to say – when he suddenly collapsed."

Robyn knelt beside him. "Cal? Cal, can you hear me?" She tapped his shoulders. "Okay, we need to move him. I'll go and get a board and trolley and we can get him onto that. It's probably best if we get him into the ED – it's officially closed, but we are treating a few injured colleagues and children in there."

One of the men nodded. "Did you say his name was Cal?"

"Yes. Cal Knight. Short for Caleb. He's a doctor here. His brother Ethan is a doctor here too, but we haven't been able to find him yet. I'm just telling you that because that might be the first thing he asks." Robyn gave a quick smile. "Okay, I'll be back as quickly as I can. I'll see if I can find a doctor too."