Caleb spent every available opportunity by Ethan's bedside. He was still in a deep coma and no one was sure quite when he would wake up. Cal was among the many members of staff who visited Ethan. Lofty insisted on being wheeled from his side room so that he could see Ethan, confirm for himself that he really was alive.

Jess spent most days by Ian's bedside, much to the amusement of Big Mac. After all these years chasing women he couldn't have he seems to find one who was similar to him in so many ways but now he wasn't conscious to appreciate it.

One evening Cal had just finished his shift and made his way to Ethan's bedside. He stopped short of the foot of his bed. Someone was sobbing in the room. He glanced around quickly but couldn't see anyone. The sound increased as he got to Ian's bed. There was a young woman sobbing on the floor next to it.

'Hello?'

Cal received no response so decided to sit down next to the shaking heap.

'I'm Dr Caleb Knight. Cal. I work downstairs in the emergency department. Over there,' he pointed to where Ethan lay. 'Is my little brother, Dr Ethan Hardy.' The woman looked up on the word 'brother'. 'So who are you?'

'I'm Jess. Sargent Jess Wheeler.'

'How do you know Ian?' Upon mention of his name she promptly burst into tears again. Cal awkwardly put his arm around her in a vague attempt to comfort her.

'Ian is my half-brother.'

'I didn't think he had any siblings.'

'Yeah- neither does he.' A confused look from Cal prompted her to continue. 'He never knew his Dad. Neither did I. About six years ago is asked my mum who he was and if I could contact him. Instead of giving me his details she gave me Ian's mum's. I visited her and she told me who he was. She told me that she had a son, Ian, and that he was a soldier, a medic, currently serving in Afghanistan. I didn't see her again. She moved away, disappeared. I was only 16 and had no idea what to do when she told me that I had a brother. I wanted to find him, then needed to find him when my mum died.' Tears slowly trickled down her cheeks.

'Go on. Tell me what happened next.' Cal spoke softly, like to a child.

'I joined up. I trained as a paramedic. I started searching. I was relocated to Holby last year. I looked through some records and found several Ians but some had left, some had died and some were still there. I didn't know what he did- just that he was a medic of some sort. I spent hours at St James' trying to find him.'

'But he was here all along.'

'Exactly. I gave up searching for him. Ian is a common name and I knew I wouldn't be able to find him just by that. Then, months later, I received a letter from his mother saying she was sorry that my mum had died. Years late I know but that wasn't what was important. It was signed Sue Dean. All this time I was looking for an Ian Wheeler when I should have been looking for an Ian Dean. Then we were all briefed about the training. I was to be partnered with a paramedic who was rejoining the army after working with Holby Ambulance Service for a while. It was only about a week ago that I got a name of my partner. It was Ian. It was so perfect, unreal almost that the man I've been searching for half my life was paired with me accidentally.'

'And now all this has happened and you're worried that he'll never meet his little sister.'

Jess couldn't respond, she had began sobbing again. The only time she wasn't sobbing was when she was gasping for breath.

There was a coughing sound from the bed next to them. Cal leapt to his feet and took charge.

'Jess find one of the doctors and get them in here immediately.' Jess scurried out of the room.

'Its alright Ian you're safe. Do you know where you are?' Cal flicked his pocket torch over his eyes. Both reactive and equal.

'Cave.' Ian's voice was strained and hoarse.

'Nope. Guess again. You're in the hospital.'

'Jess...'

'She's just gone to get one of the doctors. She'll be back soon. I promise.'

'What happened?'

'Don't you worry about that now. I need you to stay nice and still though- okay? The doctor will talk you through everything but I think you've been pretty lucky.'

'How long?'

'You've been here about a fortnight. You can't keep away can you?'

Cal smiled. If Ian could wake up from his ordeal then surely Ethan could too. Jess burst into the room with two doctors and a nurse in tow.

'Jess.'

'Yeah. I'm here. I need to talk to you but I'll let the doctors talk first.'

'What about?'

'Don't you worry about that now.' Jess placed her hand over his, protecting him.

'Hello Sargent Dean. I'm Dr Paul Evans and this is Dr Jane Parker. You've had a rather nasty accident.'

'What happened?'

'You've broken both of your legs, both of your arms, your collarbone and a couple of ribs. All of which are set and on the mend. Remarkably you didn't break your back- we were worried at first that you had.' The doctor then turned to the nurse in the corner. 'Can you please fetch Mrs Beauchamp?' She left immediately. The doctors moved into the corner she had vacated and began muttering between themselves.

'Jess. What did you have to tell me?'

'I'll leave you to it.' Cal touched Jess' shoulder and moved back to Ethan's bed where he sat and watched him, half-listening to Jess and Ian.

'I'm sorry Ian.'

'For what?'

'This: I'm your half-sister. I've been looking for you for six years. I joined the army so I could find you. I became a medic so I could find you. I never stopped looking. But you never knew.'

'Why are you sorry?'

'You come round and the first thing I tell you is that I've been stalking you for six years!'

'I'm not sorry. You're perfect. I couldn't want anything more from anyone. Especially not a sister.'

'I love you.'

'Back at you, sis.'