This idea was prompted by CBloom2 who was the only person to PM me with ideas. I did intend to write this as a long one shot but since I have to go and get my train back to Newcastle soon I will leave it where it is and update probable during the weekend. Hope you guys enjoy. J x

The day of the Holby Darby, a day where the ED was undoubtably going to be busy and full of drunk football hooligans either celebrating and mocking the opponent or drunk and dead set on revenge. Either way it spelled trouble for the team.

It was also Ethan's first day back, he wasn't yet 100% better but he couldn't spend another day cooped up indoors so had persuaded Connie to let him come back today, after all she needed the staff.

"You be careful today." Cal warned his younger brother when they were on their own in the staffroom.

"I'll be fine." Ethan said putting his scrub top over his white tshirt.

"If you have any pain or even feel a little niggle stop." He continued to lecture his little brother.

"Ok. Ok." Ethan rolled his eyes in response. "Can I get to work now?"

Cal looked at him and gave a nod. He knew Ethan still hadn't fully recovered but vowed to keep a close eye on him during the shift.

….

Ethan had never been happier to be at work, it was a relief to him to have some human interaction other than his brother although he could feel Cal's eyes were constantly on him.

As the shift went on it got busier and busier and they had just got a call to say around 20 of the football fans were on their way in ambulances.

Ethan stood at reception ready or the onslaught of drunken men he put his hand protectively over his ribs feeling a slightly niggly pain.

"What wrong? Are you ok?" Cal asked spotting his action.

"I'm fine Caleb. Just waiting for the call to come in." He told him.

"You look in pain." He frowned.

"I am fine." Ethan looked up at him as the double doors burst open.

"Take one of the walking to cubicles." Cal told him and Ethan sighed and just nodded.

The first of the walking wounded came up with Dixie trying to keep him calm and holding a dressing to his bleeding head.

"This is James Wright. He's had a bump to the head, intoxicated and quite a handful." Dixie told Ethan and he pointed to a cubicle and led them through. They got James onto the bed together before Dixie had to leave.

"Right, I just need to have a look at you head." Ethan spoke pulling back the dressing gently. "Looks like a bit of a cut, not too deep. Looks worse than it is." He told him.

James looked at Ethan and pulled his head away. "Get off me!"

"Mr Wright you need to let me check you over to make sure there is no serious damage." He told him and got a cleaning kit ready.

"I said no." He spoke angrily.

"I'm just going to give it a clean then put a dressing on, it shouldn't need stitches." He told him. "It will take 5 minutes maximum."

James nodded. Ethan leaned in and begun cleaning his cut. As he dabbed over the cut James winced in pain and gave Ethan a look before allowing him to continue.

"Get off me!" James suddenly began to shout again attracting the attention of the other staff.

Ethan sighed and tried again but was greeted by James' fist in his face followed by a kick straight into his chest causing him to fall backwards onto the floor.

Before he had time to work out what had happened security were in and restraining James and Cal was at Ethan's side.

"Ethan? Ethan are you ok?" Cal asked propping him in a sitting position by half sitting behind him.

"My chest…" He wheezed ignoring the blood pouring from his lip. "Hurts…"

Cal nodded and with the help of Lofty got him onto a trolley and wheeled to resus. "I want a 12 lead done now and some oxygen on him right away he's struggling to breathe."