Beneath the surface
This is my very first story, so please review and tell me what you think. Hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Holby City or any of its characters.
Summary: When Ric is threatened by an angry relative, he receives aid from an unexpected quarter.
One year ago…
Ric Griffin shook his head and stepped back. "Time of death, 4:37." He turned sadly to the sobbing woman in the doorway behind him. "Mrs Layton, I'm so sorry." Mrs Layton let out a long wail of despair, before burying her face in her hands. Ric glanced back at the body and sighed. Seventeen was far too young to die.
Suddenly, another cry of anguish rang through the room. "Jason!" Ric stepped aside as Daniel ran to the body of his twin. Tears poured down his cheeks as he cradled the limp form in his arms. "No, you can't…you can't…" Abruptly, he turned on Ric. "You said he would be fine!" Ric met his gaze with all the calm he could manage.
"I'm afraid his condition," he began, but Daniel interrupted angrily.
"You let him die. You." Rage had momentarily replaced the grief on his face. "This is your fault. I won't forget this Mr Griffin. Not ever."