Lucie turned back around, still talking avidly. The sudden silence made sense with a cruel clarity, as she faced the empty room.

"Shit." She swore. Lucie called out louder from the confines of the hospital bed. "Grace? Grace!"

No reply came from the outward bustle of the hospital. Lucie glanced down at IV line in the back of her hand and groaned. She ripped out the tubing, wincing as she freed herself from the tether. A small bead of blood welled up in the centre of her pale hand and she swiped it away angrily. She let her feet slide out of the bed, and barefoot, padded out of the side room, wincing slightly.

Cal and Ethan milled around the central work station. Cal dumped the brown file away and moved over to his brother.

"How's Lily?" He asked slyly. Ethan barely even looked up from the form he was filling in.

"She's fine, not that you couldn't ask her yourself." He replied dryly. "I'm surprised you aren't still repeatedly asking about Lucie."

Cal shrugged nonchalantly.

"What do you want, Cal?" Ethan sighed, finally lifting his gaze. Cal pretended to be horrified.

"Can't a guy talk to his brother?" He asked, mockingly.

"Not when it's you." He retorted. Cal glared at him. Over his little brother's shoulder, he caught sight of someone wandering around in a hospital gown, their movements urgent, but slow as if in pain. His eyes widened. He pushed past Ethan and moved to the end of the corridor. The patient had already rounded the corner, disappearing down any of three possible corridors. Cal groaned as realisation wandered up to him and slapped him across the face.

"Lucie..." He muttered angrily, rushing to go check her room.

Cal threw the IV line, red with blood on to the bed, irritatedly. He spun around the room, annoyance etching his movements.

"How could you let her just leave?!" He demanded of Ethan. Ethan blinked in surprise.

"How is this MY fault?" He spluttered, genuine shock at Cal turning this around plastered across his face. Cal stopped scrutinising the room to look his brother in the eye.

"She's your patient." He snapped.

"She's your girlfriend." Ethan countered. Robyn shook her head from the doorway.

"Honestly, if either of you think you can tell her what to do then you are idiots." She said resignedly. "Now stop bickering over who's fault it is and try and find her, or at least the reason why she went walk about."

Cal glanced between her and Ethan, and in a blink of an eyelid, was striding towards the door. Robyn raised an eyebrow at Ethan.

"You too. She's your responsibility." She reprimanded.

Lucie ignored the speakers insisting that she return to the front desk as she painfully tugged on her scrubs to blend in easier. She didn't want Cal dragging her back before she'd found Grace, or she really would be dead... By both him and Connie. She scanned the corridor looking for a small dark haired head, and found none. She caught sight of Max, wheeling an old woman in a wheelchair down the corridor.

"Hey, Max!" She hissed, as he came closer. "Have you seen Grace anywhere?"

Max shook his head.

"Nope. Why?- have you lost Connie's daughter!" He mocked. Lucie silently urged him to take her seriously, spitting out a low:

"Max, seriously. This isn't funny."

Max shrugged helplessly.

"Sorry." He apologised as he began to push her back down the corridor. Lucie leapt back, as he nearly ran over her bare feet. She immediately regretted the movement as her stomach jolted with tremors of pain.

Cal walked into something small and female. He glanced down to see Grace looking slightly startled at the mass of doctor in front of her.

"Hey, Grace? Have you seen Lucie anywhere?" He asked her urgently, as Lucie hobbled along the corridor towards them. She stumbled to a halt as she saw Cal and began to slowly edge away from him, but he'd already seen her.

"Lucie!" He called away her. Lucie decided 'shit' was her favourite swear as she once more hissed it to herself. She moved past Cal and bent down to Grace's level.

"Grace! Don't DO that!" She rebuked. Grace looked startled to see her.

"I thought you weren't allowed to leave the bed." She said in surprise, her small brown eyes widening cutely.

"She isn't." Cal said pointedly. Lucie tilted her up to glare at him.

"She didn't give me much of a choice." She retorted. Cal glanced down, and lifted her hand for inspection.

"Did you rip the IV line out?" Ethan sighed, gently taking it, and putting a light pressure on the bleeding puncture wound. Lucie snatched her hand back and went to say something before clutching her ribs. Her breathing noticeably shortened. Cal immediately started fretting over her but she waved his concerns away.

"Shut up Cal." She said tightly, the chronic pain in her chest shortening her words. "And whatever rebuke or complaint you have I've already thought of it. Now can we please go back there, and Grace- do not run off again!"