He was laid on the cold, bare concrete floor, his eyes close tightly shut. His hand and feet were bound with thin strips of fabric. The room was grey, damp and smelt awful but he wasn't aware of this as he was still unconscious. It was silent apart from a pipe in the corner which was dripping.

He had been working in the ED when he decided to take his break. He had been working non-stop since his shift began earlier that evening. He strolled into the staff room and began making himself a cup of tea and something to eat when he hear the gentle clicking of a pair of high heeled shoes approaching. The wearer sounded like they were looking for someone, a repetitive meaning that meant business. The door creaked open and as he turned around, he was greeted by a familiar face. He dropped his mug on the floor, it shattered into millions of pieces. His face turned to that of horror.

'Hello Doctor' the voice spoke slyly. A shiver ran down his spine. It couldn't be, she had left. 'I take it my attempt to kill you failed' she smiled. 'I guess I should do a better job this time' she muttered before gesturing towards him.

Two large guys in suits came over and dragged him outside. He couldn't scream because they had stuffed a large piece of cloth in his mouth. He tried to fight them but he couldn't they were too strong. She threw him into the back of a van, after whacking him over the head with a bat. He couldn't fight the feeling of exhaustion which washed over him. His eyes flickered shut as they tossed him like a rag doll into the van.

Meanwhile back inside the hospital someone had noticed his disappearance. 'Has anyone seen Doctor Hardy?' Cal asked as he roamed the corridors.

Ethan had been treating a patient with his brother but Cal needed to check the results with Ethan before he could continue to treat his patient but now he couldn't find his brother. At first he wasn't worried but it had been quite a while now and Ethan never normally disappeared. It was a large hospital and it was easy for a doctor to get tied up with other patients but it wouldn't take him this long to try and work out where his brother was and no one else to have seen him.

Ethan was in the back of the van as they pulled up. He was coming around, slowly. The first thing he was met with as his eyes opened was agony and darkness. He tried to lift his head but it hurt so much that he was rendered unable to move. His glasses had been broken but he could still see some blurry shapes. A light fell on his face, he squinted as his eyes tried to adjust. She walked over to him, 'You thought I was going to make this quick, well unfortunately for you, I'm going to make this as painful as possible for you, after all you should never have gone to the police you foolish man' she whispered in his ear.

One of the men who had wrestled him before came into the room and began kicking and beating him, not taking any mercy on him despite the blood curdling screams that came from his mouth. After about 5 minutes Ethan was unconscious again, but the beating continued for a while longer. 'Help me' he whimpered as his eyes clamped shut. He woke up after about half an hour. His head pounding with yet another headache. His left arm felt numb, a tingling sensation in his fingers. He looked down at the blurry shape which resembled that of his arm. It was twisted at an awkward angle, a sharp shard of bone sticking out of it. He felt sick as he saw his limb in a mangled mess. He tried to move it but an agonizing pain rushed through it.

'OW!" he shouted as he tried to move again. He bit his lip hard to try and hold back the tears which were starting to fill his eyes. He thought of his brother. The one person who would be able to help him. How he would miss Cal. He knew he would probably never see his brother again. Would anyone ever find him?