Hey all,
Hope you had a good holiday. Back to college for me this week.
Originally this was meant to be a Connie fan fiction but i had a different idea. Don't get me wrong, I love Connie she's my second favourite character, I have another idea for her in the next story I'm planning in the future.
Cal had been so worried about checking his symptoms for Huntington's, he hadn't spoken to Ethan properly. He hasn't even asked how Ethan was let alone said hello to him. He seemed very distracted.
Ethan stood at the nurses station watching Cal slowly moving his hand into a fist then releasing it just as slow. Ethan continued to stare at him with confusion, yet fascination. Charlie came into his vision.
"Ethan? You okay?" Charlie asked the zoned out registrar.
"What? Oh yes Charlie. I'm fine thank you. Cal just doesn't seem himself." Ethan sighed. "Have you noticed?" Charlie turned round to look at Cal, then looked back at Ethan.
"You need to talk to him." Charlie answered truthfully. He was about to walk away, leaving Ethan zoned back into his thoughts again but then Charlie stopped. "Oh Ethan, did you look at that letter?"
"Um, no not yet." Ethan suddenly remembered. Charlie smiled then continued walking away. Ethan quickly rushed to first private room he could find and pulled out the envelope with 'Holby City NHS' written in the top corner, he opened it and read it twice, his face turning pale. Ethan sighed then shoved the letter back into his pocket and left to continue with his shift whilst suddenly feeling dazed.
Ethan walked out of the staff room, everyone sounded muffled, he couldn't hear anyone properly. His breathing also quickened. Charlie picked up on Ethan's sudden state and watch him re-enter the staff room. Charlie followed him. He entered the staff room also then shut the door.
"Ethan?" Charlie tried to get his attention. "Are you okay?" Charlie knew the answer to this.
"Can't...can't breathe." Ethan gasped as he clutched his chest. Charlie place a hand on his shoulder.
"Alright, Alright." Charlie started to think. "Here sit down." Charlie guided Ethan to the sofa. "Breathe with me, Ethan. In...and out." Charlie instructed. Ethan's breathing was starting to get under control.
A few moments later, after Ethan's panic attack. Charlie handed him a cup of water.
"Thank you." Ethan spoke softly.
"How you feeling?" Charlie asked with a gentle smile.
"I don't know what came over me." Ethan sighed as he took a sip of water.
"You had a panic attack. It's common. Ethan, is there something bothering you?" Charlie asked.
Ethan started to think should he tell Charlie. He is a good person to lean on. Ethan pulled out the scrunched up letter and gave it to Charlie.
"This was the letter I received today." Ethan sighed. Charlie read the letter and his straight face turned into a very worrying frown.
"Ethan. You have to tell Cal about this." Charlie sighed. Ethan stood up.
"No way! He has enough on his plate with losing Matilda. He doesn't need this. Promise me Charlie, promise you won't tell him about this. About any of this?" Ethan pleaded. Charlie sighed. How many more secrets can he keep?
"Alright. I won't tell him." Charlie frowned as Ethan sighed in relief.
Confused? Do not threat, more will be revealed.