I got bored and wrote another chapter… it seems to be getting a bit darker. I won't ever write anything too detailed. I will leave it to your imagination. When I started this story I always knew this could be a possible route and it just seemed to work. I hope no one is offended and appreciates that I am treating this as a very sensitive topic. I am attempting to make Cal's reactions as true to his character as possible. Feedback right now would really help me to know if I along the right lines. Thanks guys. J x
Cal had been laid in bed for a few hours now thinking and trying to remember exactly what had happened.
He could remember her giving him that last drink. Then kissing. He drank the drink then what? He was on the floor. A man came in. Pain, he could remember pain, in his chest.
As he thought Cal looked at his chest, he lifted his shirt to show bruises and lots of them, purple, blue and green decorating his normally perfect chest. He lowered his shirt and continued to try and piece things together.
He was on his feet stood pressed against the wall, he could smell him, his breath, warm with the smell of smoke and alcohol. What was he doing him? Why was he pulling at his clothes?
"No…no…" Cal spoke to himself as he shook his head.
Hearing him Ethan had come into the cubicle to see Cal with tears in his eyes and staring into space slowly shaking his head.
"Cal?" He spoke gently. "Caleb?"
Cal snapped out of it and looked at his brother before stuttering not knowing what to say.
"I'm fine." He stated figuring it was going to be the easiest option.
"Um…ok." Ethan said observing him closely. He knew that he wasn't "fine" at all. In fact he was far from it. Just looking at him he looked so vulnerable, like a little boy. He had never seen Cal like this, so lost and broken. Not even when their Mum had died, Cal had coped so well and just got on with life. He stayed in Holby sure but that was because it was just more convenient really, wasn't it?
"The police are here Cal." Ethan informed his elder. "They want to speak to you."
"I don't want to involve the police!" He snapped. "I told you I wasn't raped!"
Ethan sighed. "You were spiked though, and that is illegal. They want a description of the girl." Not getting any more reaction from Cal, Ethan continued. "Can I let them in then?" he asked and received a small nod.
Ethan pulled the curtain back a little a beckoned over the two police officers. One male and one female. They both came in and allowed Ethan to stay as they began asking questions the male jotting things down in his black book as the female spoke.
"Have you had a full examination Dr Knight?" The female asked. "It is an important part of these types of investigations."
"I had a blood test which showed I had been spiked yes." He told her.
"I mean a full physical examination, of your body." She informed him. "It is important for the victim's report that we have as much evidence as possible."
"What exactly are you getting at?" Cal questioned. "You are here because I was spiked, nothing else."
"We were informed that the chances are that something else may have happened to you…" The male started to talk.
"No! No way! How many times!?" He shouted and got up out of bed quickly, a little too quickly causing him to stumble slightly. "I've told you everything now leave!" he continued to shout.
Ethan reached out to steady his brother but just got pushed away. Cal made to leave the cubicle quickly trying and failing to walk steadily as his head was spinning, still recovering from the previous night. Looking back to make sure they weren't following him he went to walk out the door and was greeted by Lofty with a pile of patient notes walking right into him.
"Sorry, sorry." Lofty spoke as he tried and failed to stop the files from falling all over the floor. He sighed slightly to himself knowing he would now have to pick them all up and sort them out again. That was soon the least of his worried when he saw Cal laying on the floor with his arm around his front crying out in obvious pain.
"Oh god Cal?" Lofty crouched to him and Ethan and Connie rushed over.
"What happened?" Connie questioned.
"I just walked into him, it wasn't that hard though." Loft told her clearly confused as to how that small bump could cause so much pain in the doctor.
Ethan crouched beside Cal and lifted his top slightly revealing the pattern of bruises on his chest.
"What on earth?" Connie spoke and Lofty stared at him in shock. "Max, trolley here now!"
Max rushed over with the trolley also taken aback slightly at the sight before him. They got Cal onto the trolley, he was now drifting in and out of consciousness.
"He could have dislodged a broken rib and punctured his lung." Connie said as they got him hooked up on to the monitors.
"His resp rate is very low." Ethan spoke reading the screen.
"You can't treat him Doctor Hardy step outside please." She told him.
Not wanting to argue Ethan did as he was instructed and left resus.
Connie lifted to Cal's chest and decided on inserting a chest drain. With assistance from Lofty she got it in and Cal's breathing improved quickly.
"Ok, 30 minute obs and I want to know how this happened." She told Lofty.
"I think it's something that happened last night." He spoke nervously
"Last night?" Connie pushed.
"We went out for a drink, I left early but him and Max stayed out. Anything could have happened." He explained bluntly as always and looked towards the door where Ethan was looking in concern etched on his face.
Connie nodded for him to come in. "Do you know what is wrong with your brother?"
"He was spiked last night. Ketamine. I didn't know about the bruises though. He didn't say he was in pain." Ethan frowned looking again at his brother lay on the bed.
"Ketamine would have numbed the pain, he probably didn't know himself." She sighed a little. "My doctors are meant to be the best in the country and they manage to get themselves into this state. I will be having serious words with him when he has recovered."
"Of course it would..." Ethan sighed disappointed that he could have forgotten the one very obvious side effect. "It wasn't Cal's fault. He is normally responsible. Someone got the better of him that's all."
"Got the better of him?" Connie asked.
"Well yeah, he said he came back with a girl. We assumed it was her but could she have done this damage?" He asked and looked back down at Cal's bruised. He moved the material that was left of his now cut tshirt revealing two hand marks, one on each shoulder. "Mrs Beauchamp?"
"What is it?" She asked going over. Seeing the bruises she frowned. "Hate to say this but, they're not women's handprints… and I've seen these kind of bruises before." She sighed looking to Ethan and Lofty.
All three sighed knowing what all the signals were pointing to, as much as Cal would deny it, there was no getting away from what really happened last night. There was no other explanation.