Thank you all for your reviews on my story so far, it's nice to know so many are enjoying. I always love hearing your thoughts. Who's excited for Casualty tonight?! *raises hands*. Anyways, here is the next chapter, how will Ethan cope with his diagnosis? Hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think thanks, Kayxxx :)

Chapter Three

Ethan shut the door behind him and wondered into his flat which looked surprisingly clean, he could see the floor. "Ethan is that you?" Cal called from the kitchen.

"Yes" he called back in reply; strangely, it felt good to hear his brother's voice.
"Here" Cal smiled as he handed him a cup of tea "I was thinking of making it a beer but it's too early even for me, let's have our last drink together as flat mates ay?" Cal proposed as he took a seat on the couch.
"You're all packed then?" Ethan asked as he observed the bags and boxes lying around.
"Yep, I'm all ready to leave" he replied. Ethan smiled sadly, "are you okay? You look a bit flushed" Cal spoke slightly concerned.
"Yeah, I think I might just be coming down with something that's all" Ethan lied.
"Aw bless, do you want me to stay a bit longer so I can look after you?" Cal joked as he took a sip out of his tea. Ethan didn't reply. "Bet you can't wait to have this place to yourself" Cal spoke looking around the room.
Ethan took a sip out of his tea, "you know what, I actually think I'm going to miss your awful attempts of making a cup of tea" he joked causing Cal to laugh.

He looked at his older brother, with the words his doctor had spoke echoing through his mind, and spoke hesitantly, "Cal, I've got some news-" he was cut off by Cal's phone ringing.
"Hold that thought" Cal spoke and answered his phone "hello?, What? Now?, yeah everything's packed I'm just-, oh okay, yeah now's fine then" he shot a glance at Ethan. "Okay, I'll leave in a minute, just gotta say my goodbyes to the little bro" he laughed with a wink; Ethan shook his head with a smile. "Okay, see you soon, bye!" He placed the phone back in his pocket. "That was Max, he's just finished work and wants me to go over there now" Cal explained.
Ethan looked up surprised "what already?!"
"Yeah" Cal replied hesitantly, "what was it you wanted to say?" He asked.
"What?" Ethan replied confused, giving him time to think, how was he supposed to tell Cal about his condition now? Ethan was finally getting what he'd pushed to get for months, his brother moving out, yet the thought of that suddenly ached his heart. If he told Cal his news then Cal would go back to how he was back in October when Ethan had the car crash, pitter pattering around him as if he were a small child who needed guidance with every single task the day would bring, could he really put up with caring Cal again? Silence. That seems like a good idea...
"Before Max called, you said you wanted to say something?" Cal spoke trying to jog his memory.
"Oh you know what, I can't even remember now" Ethan smiled. "Must've been a lie" Cal smirked, "Well..I guess this is goodbye then" he smiled sadly.
"God you say it as though I'm never going to see you again, you're only staying on Max, Robyn and Lofty's couch! I'll still see you at work and...at, well, just work." Ethan spoke slowly in realisation, the only time he'd see his brother from now on was at work.
"I'm not going to lie, I think I'll miss your moaning" Cal joked.
"And I think I'll miss your mess" Ethan replied.
"Well then, goodbye Ethan" Cal smiled awkwardly.
"Goodbye Caleb" Ethan replied and held out his hand for a handshake.
Cal ignored Ethan's hand and instead pulled him in for a hug.
"Thanks for putting up with me for so long" Cal chuckled.
"My door is always open okay Cal?" Ethan replied.
"Right" Cal pulled away from his little brother, "here's to new beginnings" he smiled, and within minutes he was gone. Ethan was left sitting alone in his now empty living room.
He'd never known the flat to be so quiet, Cal would always have some kind of music blasting, but now he was gone, there was nothing to hear but the living room clock that ticked.

Ethan sat there and watched day turn to night. He didn't know what to do with himself. All he did know was the sound of the ticking clock was driving him insane. He stood up and walked over to his stereo, which was covered in dust due to it's lack of use, he pressed a button and a song began to play. "Special angel" by Bobby Viton. It was a song that meant so much to him, yet he hadn't heard it in over a year now, this was his mother's favourite song, she'd always sing it to him and his brother when they were children. He turned the volume up to it's highest - as Cal would usually have it - and took his seat back on the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest. The last thing he wanted was to be alone with his thoughts but here, on the most dreaded, frightening and upsetting day of his life, when all he wanted was somebody by his side, he found himself alone. He pulled out a leaflet that his doctor had given him to read over, "living with prostate cancer" he took one look at it and his heart sunk. He got a sudden rush of anger taking over him, he was angry at the fact he was alone because he'd thrown the last person he had in the world away, angry at the fact that of all the people in the whole of the world, he, turned out to have this condition, why him? He was a good person! He'd always done his best to be the best he could be, he'd follow every rule, go out of his way to make others happy, and for what?! To be given this death sentence of a condition. He crumpled up the leaflet and threw it across the room, he pulled his knees back up to his chest and broke down completely. Tears were streaming down his face, with the only thought in his mind being..."why me?".