Someone called through the darkness. "Ethan!" Hang on. What was Dylan doing at Cal's funeral? He could have sworn he wasn't there. Why was his world shaking? Ethan's eyes fluttered open. Dylan was stood over him. "What the hell is going on? Come to kick a dog while it's down?" Ethan snapped at the older doctor. "Your brother" Dylan began. "Is out of surgery, you can go and see him now!" Dylan explained before walking out of the room. Ethan's eyes bulged. Cal is okay? He stood up and sprinted out of the room not stopping as he passed Connie's office and got yelled at for his misdemeanour. His eyes were like tunnels, ignoring the outside world, focused on one task alone. He sprinted to the room where his brother was. He pushed the door open and sank to his knees. He began to thank every deity he could think of. Cal's eyes opened. "Nibbles...what...are you doing?" He mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "Have you been...crying?" Ethan ran to his brother and enveloped him in a massive hug. "Oi, handle with care!" Cal joked as he held his brother. He noticed the tears tumbling down his brothers face. "Don't get tears in my hair. I worked hard on this!" Cal joked indicating his now messy bloodstained hair. Ethan reached up and ruffled it, making it even messier. The brothers laughed until Cal winced. "Oops, forgot about the broken ribs." Cal said with a crooked smile. "And the chest drain!" Ethan chastised. "Ethan, seriously what's wrong?" Cal asked. "You don't seem yourself, talk to me!" Ethan looked down, suddenly interested in his shoelaces. "I was asleep in the staffroom, I didn't know I was asleep and I had a terrible dream." Ethan said, he started trembling as he recalled the nightmare that a few moments ago had consumed him. "You died. I was on my own and Lexi came back to the funeral, even Tess did! It was a good turn out. I had to say goodbye. I can't say goodbye. I-I-I ... Just ...can't" Ethan went pale. "Eth! What's wrong! Tell me! Eth!" Cal raised his voice. "Can't...breathe!" Ethan gasped. "Where's your inhaler?!" Cal almost shrieked at the younger doctor. "In...in...in...my...locker..." Ethan struggled. "Ok, Eth just breathe, in and out. Deep breaths, come on. You can do it, in and out. Slow deep relaxing breaths." Cal coaches him. Cal pushed himself upright and threw his legs over the side of the bed. He let out a long breath and winced as the pain rushed through his leg. He reached out and grabbed the oxygen mask that had been placed on the trolley next to him. He placed it on Ethan and turned the valve. He hit the call Hutton as his brother fell from the bed and writhed on the floor. "Connie! Rita! Jacob! God somebody! HELP!" Cal shouted as he waited for his pleas to be answered. Connie walked in to the room, when she noticed the young doctor writhing on the floor. She knelt down and placed her hands on his shoulders. "Dr Hardy, Ethan, listen you need to calm down, take some nice slow breaths for me." Ethan continued to gasp for air. "Can't..." Ethan choked. "Connie, he needs his inhaler, he's asthmatic" Cal explained. "Where is it?" Connie asked. "He normally keeps it on the top shelf of his locker or in his pocket. His inhaler is always kept with his wallet." Cal told the clinical lead as she dashed out the room to get the young doctors medication. Cal listened to the clacking of her heels as they echoed down the hall. The faint clacking grew louder a few minutes later when the door burst open. Connie rushed forwards brandishing Ethan's inhaler. She called Max over to help the doctor up so she could give him the necessary dose. She placed the inhaler into Ethan's outstretched hand and steadied it as he brought it to his mouth. He took several puffs. The redness of his cheeks vanished and he stopped writhing. His breaths were still shaky and shallow. Connie took his pulse and noticed it slowing to a normal rate. Max helped Ethan into the chair whilst Connie placed the oxygen mask back on the trolley. A very frail Ethan tried to stand up, he stumbled slightly so Max grabbed him, "Cal...I want...Cal" Ethan mumbled. Max helped him onto Cal's bed, the clinical lead and the porter noticed Ethan calm down as soon as he was next to Cal. Ethan snuggled up beside him and soon his breathing slowed and evened out. He was fast asleep. Not surprising considering the ordeal he had just endured. Asthma attacks can take a lot of energy out of you, it can be quite tiring. Cal rubbed his brothers back as he slept.