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The next day Ethan and Cal returned to work. Ethan still wanted to work but they needed to speak to Connie and collect some things first. Cal insisted on accompanying Ethan especially when they spoke to Connie. Cal knew how harsh Connie could be and wanted to be there in case Ethan needed him. They knocked on the door of Connie's office and looked at each other for support. Both of them were nervous about the outcome of this conversation.
'Are you coming in or not?' Connie's voice made them jump.
'Oh, Sorry Mrs Beauchamp' Ethan responded before entering the room. She nodded towards the two chairs opposite her and they took a seat.
'Before you start I just wanted to say that you are not expected to work from now on. Either of you. Zoe told me about yesterday and I want you both to know that we will support you' she murmured. The kindness in her voice surprised both of the doctors.
'I want to keep working. For as long as I can' Ethan stated.
'You can't be expected to work non-stop for the next few months' Connie exclaimed. 'You can keep working for the next two weeks and then you are both to take compassionate leave and spend the rest of your time together as a family.' She insisted.
Both of the doctors agreed. Cal was slightly annoyed that Ethan was still going to be working but it didn't surprise him, Ethan loved his job too much. People were surprised at Ethan's calm stature towards his diagnosis. He was willing to work, and he could easily have slipped into a depressed state but he seemed to be more cheerful than ever.
After their shift which had been made significantly shorter by Connie the brothers went home. Ethan had gone to the shops during his break to get some important supplies. He wanted to spend the evening planning his last days. He had bought a notebook for each of them, coloured pens, four bags of gummy bears, printer paper and ink. Cal was intrigued by this strange haul of purchases that Ethan had brought home.
They gathered in the living room where Ethan was handing them each a bag of sweets, a notebook and pen. He had his laptop by his feet. 'What is going on here?' Cal asked.
'We are going to plan the next few weeks, I want to do so much and we need to make a list' he said.
They sat down and waited for instructions from Ethan. 'No one is leaving until we have made a list of things to do and then I am going to write some letters' he explained. They set to work making a long bucket list for Ethan. It was a difficult task and on one occasion Cal had to leave the room.
Ethan followed him and took his hand. 'Listen to me Caleb. I don't want you to be upset. I know that I am dying, but I want to do as much as I possibly can before I die. I want to do everything with you all and I want to be ready.' He whispered.
Cal nodded slowly. 'I know, I just can't believe that we only have three months' he cried. Ethan pulled him into a hug.
'C'est La Vie' He muttered. 'There is nothing we can do so we just need to make the most of the time we have' He whispered.