Just a quick note to say the new Casualty trailer broke my heart, especially crying Ethan and if you would like to chat about Casualty or writing tips then you can private message my account because I'd love to chat with you all and nobody I know likes Casualty aha! You're all just very lovely :)


Cal breathed out heavily as he wiped his eyes with his hands and looked up. He ran his hands though his hair as he thought, pulling on it as he broke down even more. Ethan didn't know who he was. All his past memories were gone and although he was beginning to remember day to day things he was still struggling. It upset him to see Ethan so confused as he tried to desperately remember a name or what he had for lunch. Of course, Ethan wasn't as sad because he didn't know any of his past or why the tall man in the ward sitting next to him was crying his eyes out. He just offered tissues and watched him with big eyes like a curious child. Cal pulled out his wallet and took a folded photo out the back of it. He unfolded it gently; it was faded and wearing away at the edge but the smile of Cal still stood out brightly as he held Ethan in his arms, just days after he was born. His mother sat on the bed next to him with messy hair and pj's on helping Cal to support Ethan's head with a proud smile on her face. Cal felt he remembered that day fondly though he was very young. He didn't know if he remembered it from all the photos or if he actually had a memory stuck at the back of his mind of it but he certainly felt like the remembered feeling immensely proud and happy.

Ethan put his hands on the side of his bed and clutched the cold metal tightly as he leaned over in an attempt to pear the photograph.

"May I see?" Ethan asked politely staring into Cal's eyes pleadingly. Cal just couldn't describe the way his brother looked at everything. It was like he was seeing the world for the first time again, so full of wonder and curiosity. So child-like with wide eyes and happy smiles. Cal smiled slightly and handed him the picture.

"Is that your family?" Ethan asked as he inspected the photo holding it close to his eyes as if he was taking in every little detail.

"Yes." Cal replied with a little spark of hope.

"Your girlfriend or wife is very pretty. How old are your children? They look very similar to you." Ethan asked.

Cal's stomach dropped as did his face and Ethan retreated again eyeing he'd upset Cal. Cal took the photo back and just replied with a sad look leaving Ethan to wonder for a minute but then dismiss the matter.

Ethan's emotions had changed too Cal had noticed. He could be sad one second then he'd turn round and he'd be smiling from ear to ear again. They changed so quickly and were obvious to tell on his face, especially when he was scared. He would move backwards as if he was trying to curl up in a ball and protect himself.

Cal looked up as Charlie entered the room. Charlie gave Cal a quick look of sadness before turning to Ethan with a big smile of his face.

"A little birdie told me you learnt your name." He said as if he was speaking to a young child.

Ethan shuffled round a bit and pulled a piece of paper from underneath him and sat up straight, beaming proudly. He read the paper, pulling it close to his eyes. "My name is Ethan." he said and looked up ready to receive praise.

"And what's my name?" Charlie asked.

Ethan hid the paper for a moment and scrunched up his face to think. "Ch..Charlie?" he said, his head tiled to the side, still deep in thought.

"Yes! Well done."

Cal smiled fondly at his brother's efforts. He always used to scrunch his face up like that when he was thinking when he was younger. He dropped the habit by the time he left uni which disappointed Cal because he found it funny. He'd missed that funny scrunched up face but it made him sad to see it again because that meant he really had forgotten everything; he needed to learn everything all over again.

Cal was broken out of his thoughts my Ethan speaking again. "I only remember your name because you're the old one".

"How old is old?" Charlie laughed.

"humm 50?" Ethan said with his face squashed up again.

"Well i'm the old old one then!" Charlie chucked. Ethan blushed and watched his hands fiddle with his paper as he hid his face.

"Come on, you get some rest now." Charlie said as he helped Ethan lie down. Ethan wriggled as he got comfy under the sheets and feel asleep as his head hit the pillow. The piece of folded paper that held his name fell to the floor as his hands relaxed. Cal picked it up before following Charlie out of the ward, taking one last look at his peacefully sleeping brother as he left.

"I don't think I can do this Charlie." Cal said as the door closed softy behind him. He collapsed against the wall to rest, ran his fingers though his hair and watched the ceiling. "If he can hardly remember names how is he supposed to remember his past? If he even can remember it?"

Charlie looked at Cal sadly. "You have to stay strong. It'll take time but you're the main person you can help him unlock the memories to his past. He needs you now, more than ever."

"He doesn't remember any of his life. He thinks photos of us are my child and he can't even remember my name Charlie." Cal said tears running down his face.

"He doesn't remember any of your life. You grew up together and stuck together, keep it that way. We're all here for you Cal." Charlie said and placed a reassuring hand on Cal's shoulder before leaving.

Cal opened Ethan's piece of paper he'd picked up and unfolded it to see lots of names in Ethan's neat print.

My name is Ethan.

The old one is Charlie.

The curly haired one is Lofty.

The ginger one is robyn.

The nice woman is Connie. She's in charge.

The one in the green uniform is Ian.

The list went on, telling Ethan of all the people he'd met and how to recognise them. Then right at the bottom there where three lines in slightly smudged ink next to a tear drop.

I call myself nibbles. The tall is my brother Cal and he is sad. I can't remember him and it make's me said.

Cal looked though the door window at his brother again tears trickling down his cheeks still. Maybe there was a bit of hope.