InifnityAndOne, thank you for your review. I didn't know how Rita was going to get through to Iain, so I'm glad I've managed to think of something that doesn't sound too impossible! There really doesn't seem to be much Ethan can do for Alicia - but please keep on hoping because he's not giving up yet.

Bonnie Sveen Fan, I think encouragement is really important for Louise. She's really not that confident about a lot of things, but she's also very defensive, so she won't always accept encouragement. But Lily knows quite a lot about lacking confidence and being defensive! Thank you for your review.

X-Sammii-X, I'm sure Rita will give Iain lots of hugs and comfort, if he's ready to receive it. She loves Iain and she's very understanding and both those things will help her. Lily seems to be everywhere at the moment, but she's the only available doctor! Cal is safe for the next few chapters anyway. Thank you for your review.

westlife4ever80, I think Zoe has accepted there's nothing useful she can do, so she might as well have some fun! It's better than sitting around feeling scared anyway. I hope your suspicions are right because I don't want you to be disappointed! Thank you for your review.

Tanith Panic, thank you for your review. I have to say I feel quite sorry for my non-favourite too! They don't deserve what's happening to them now. Alicia is so lucky Ethan likes her - it just shows you can't help who you don't fall in love with. I thought Dylan would appreciate David's support as there won't be any mindless chatter from David!

Thank you to spacegirl1995 and Rosalee Blythe for the follows.

Cal awoke to find his face in the gravel.

He didn't know where he was or what had happened, but it was safe to assume he'd been drinking again.

That surprised him. Since Ethan's diagnosis and subsequent descent into regular drinking, Cal had often found himself holding back so he could look out for his brother.

"Ethan?" he mumbled, groping with his hand to see if Ethan was lying passed out beside him.

"Ethan is not here," said a voice he knew instantly. "This is Lily. Can you tell me where it hurts, Cal?"

"Everywhere!" groaned Cal. "My face. My chest. My knees." He lifted his head slightly. He realised he was at the ED... but something was wrong. There was a great big helicopter in the middle of it. "What happened?"

"That is what I'd like to determine," said Lily. "We're going to roll you onto a board, Cal, and then we'll lift you onto a trolley."

Cal tried not to feel scared. "Where's Ethan?" he demanded, telling himself he was asking out of concern for his brother rather than a need for comfort.

"Let's think about you now," said Lily.

Cal felt himself being rolled onto his back. He answered Lily's questions and she seemed satisfied with the answers, but he remained convinced that something was wrong.

"What is the last thing you remember, Cal?" said Lily.

"Ethan's jeans," said Cal. He smiled, but not for long. "Wait. There was a helicopter, wasn't there? Was there a helicopter flying round?" His eyes went to the mangled vehicle in front of the ED. "Was it that helicopter?"

Lily hesitated before replying. "The helicopter crashed into the hospital."

And then he saw it. Flying towards him. He tried to duck.

"Did it hit me? Is that why I'm here?"

"You remember the helicopter?" said Lily.

Cal was shaking. "I remember it coming for me. It was coming towards me. I wanted to get out of the way, but the hospital was there. I couldn't get out of the way!"

Iain was in the helicopter again – but no, that couldn't be right. He must always have been in the helicopter. He couldn't be switching back and forth between two places. It was impossible.

It was just flashbacks. Flashbacks to the terrible day when he'd let his men down. Perhaps it was natural to be thinking of that when his life was in danger again, but he couldn't allow the feeling to take control. He had to save Grace.

"Iain?" said a female voice. The angel's voice. "Iain, what's happening?"

"Okay. I need to you stay calm," said Iain. "I know that's a stupid thing to say and I know you might not be able to manage it, but I need you to try for me, okay?"

"I'm okay," said Rita. "I'm calm. I'm going to stay calm."

Iain frowned. Rita? It couldn't be Rita. She'd gone. She'd finally done the decent thing and left them all alone. He couldn't be hearing her voice now. And how could she be his angel? His devil, more like.

"What's happening?" said Rita again.

"We've been hit," said Iain. "It looks like we're going down. If you have a seatbelt, you need to fasten it. If not, I need you to lie down on the floor and hold on to something that's fixed down securely."

"Okay. I'm lying down," said Rita, sounding calm and businesslike. "Are you lying down?"

Iain bit his lip. He had to stay near Grace, of course, but he didn't want to tell Rita about Grace.

No. That made no sense. If Rita was here, she must know about Grace.

But why would she be here?

"I… I'm with Grace," he said at last. "I have to make sure she's okay."

"That's fine," said Rita in a reassuring voice. "Iain, I'm going to come a bit closer to you. Two people keeping an eye on Grace will be better than one. I'm holding my hand out to you. Can you see my hand, Iain?"

Iain could see nothing. Just the helicopter. He couldn't see any sign that Rita was there at all.

But then a hand touched his. A hand he knew.

Iain wrapped his fingers around it and held on tightly.

Ethan watched as Alicia's eyes closed. He could tell she was still breathing, but only just. He had to do something.

He looked around desperately and his gaze fell on the ambulance. There might be medical supplies in there. If he could find some saline and get a line in… it wouldn't do much, of course. She needed a transfusion to have any hope. But if it could just buy her some time…

But not enough…

Even if he did manage to prolong Alicia's life, the same problem remained. They were trapped in here. Alicia would bleed out if no-one got to them soon - and the others might not have realised they were missing.

Or perhaps they were already dead…

No, I can't give in! Ethan thought desperately. There must be something I can do.

He looked at the ambulance again.

"I could drive out of here," he told Alicia. "I'll drive the ambulance through everything and crash through the doors… no. No, that wouldn't work. That would be too dangerous. I'd cause another accident and I wouldn't be able to protect you if I was in the ambulance. There must be another way… another way of attracting their…" He stopped. He looked down at Alicia in sudden hope. "I know, Alicia! I know what I can do!"

Lily didn't know how she was feeling as they wheeled Cal towards the ED. She was relieved, of course, that he was speaking and able to recognise her. His injuries from the fall seemed superficial, though they would know more once they'd given him a scan.

But there were gaps in his memory, which concerned Lily not so much because of their existence – it was common after a head injury and although always worrying, it didn't always mean the injury was serious – but because she wasn't sure how many of the gaps to fill in.

Cal's brother was missing. Should she tell him because he had the right to know? Or keep quiet because he'd had enough shocks already?

"We are nearly there now, Cal," she said awkwardly as they approached the doors. "Everything will be all right." She let go of the trolley so she could prop the doors open, but before she could, they opened.

Dylan and David stood there. They both looked deeply shocked.

Lily stopped where she was. It was bad news. They must have bad news about Connie or Grace. She felt tears rising to her eyes.

Dylan rushed forward. "Lily, have you seen Ben? Lofty?"

The question was such a surprise, Lily couldn't answer it. She stared at Dylan and felt him grasp her arms he asked the question again.

"No, I haven't," she said at last. "I hadn't realised Lofty was here."

"He came for the party," said Dylan, his voice shaking. "He texted to say he was nearly here, but I didn't read the text. Not until now. And no-one has seen him."

David came over and gently removed Dylan's hands from Lily's arm. "Dylan, we need to let Lily help Cal, but we'll keep looking."

"Lofty's here?" said Cal.

"We're not sure," said David.

Lily thought quickly. "I need to get Cal into cubicles. Have you searched the ED properly?"

"Not yet," answered David, while Dylan looked desperately around, running over to one body lying on the ground, than another.

"Dylan, he's not there," said Lily. "The bodies have all been examined by members of staff who knew Lofty. Charlie has set up triage in the pub: that is the first place to check."

"He's not there," said Dylan.

"Okay, then you must contact St James'," said Lily. "Our patients were transferred there. It's possible Lofty was transferred also or perhaps he went to assist. If he is not there, you must conduct a proper search of the ED." She looked at David, realising he was thinking the more clearly of the two. "But if any areas of the ED are not safe, you must not approach. Instead, arrange for them to be made safe. We have far too many casualties already."

Louise lifted the baby carefully in her arms and carried her into a cubicle. "We need to test her carboxyhaemoglobin levels."

"But if Charlie said no-one else is showing signs of carbon monoxide poisoning..." said Robyn.

"She was cyanotic and she stopped breathing," said Louise. "Something has to be wrong."

"Maybe she was a bit suffocated," said Robyn. "Didn't you say she was trapped under something? Even if she wasn't crushed, there probably wasn't much air. And she seems much better now."

The baby made a small gurgling noise and kicked her legs.

"Yeah, but do you want to take any chances with a baby?" said Louise. "Because I don't."

She looked pleadingly at Robyn. She would have liked to be the frightening Louise who had been the terror of reception and had a particularly nice line in dealing with time-wasters now she was a nurse, but she didn't feel like that Louise now. She felt like someone who was in danger of having something immeasurably precious snatched away from her.

"Please, Robyn?"

Robyn's face softened. She touched Louise's arm. "I'll take some bloods."

Zoe lay in Max's arms. There had been at least two falls from the roof since they'd finished, but she couldn't bring herself to mind.

She didn't feel afraid. She'd never felt safer.

"Zoe," said Max softly.

She smiled, feeling his voice rumble in his chest. "Yes, Max?"

"Do you think maybe we should at least try to get out of here?"

Zoe sighed. She really didn't want to move. "We've already looked, Max. It isn't safe."

"But I don't think the roof is falling in anymore," said Max. "So maybe we could get out of the window."

Zoe frowned. "Do you want to move or something?"

Max considered her question. "Well, I wouldn't quite say I wanted to move. I don't think I've been this happy for a long time."

Zoe smiled. "Neither have I."

"But I think I'd stop being happy pretty quickly if the ceiling came down and killed you," said Max.