Lofty nudged the bathroom door open. He noticed Dr Hardy sat on the floor surrounded by blood and glass. "Crap! Can we get some help in here?" He shouted into the corridor. Rita looked up from the desk, she noticed the concern in her nurses eyes and ran to the bathroom. She shoved the door open to see a very dishevelled Ethan. She edged her way towards him and put her arm around his shoulders. Lofty reappeared a few moments later with Max brandishing a wheelchair. Ethan didn't look up or even flinch at their presence. He kept his head down trying to hide his tear stained face. Rita helped him into the wheelchair and they took the young doctor to cubicle two. Tess noticed the commotion and raced to cubicles with a suture kit in tow. Lofty had told her what happened when he went to get Max. She pulled the curtain shut behind her. She spread out the equipment and drew up some local anaesthetic in a syringe. She injected Ethan's hand. Ethan flinched at the feeling if the needle and looked up to meet the gaze of his concerned colleagues. "I just...I...I'm sorry." He stammered. "Look darling, you haven't got anything to be sorry for. We understand that it is hard to see your brother in this situation. Heck, we had to deal with it when it was you and the tables had turned. You just need to calm down and talk to us. We are here for you and you need to let us help you." Rita said. Ethan looked up and gave her a small smile.