There are always 'what ifs' in life. No matter what the outcome, there is always some questioning about what has happened and what could have happened. This was no different. In the aftermath of Cal's death, Ethan had discovered that while he was in the pub with Alicia, Dylan had found his brother in the cold rain and bleeding out. Ever since then, Ethan always had the 'what if he was the one who had found his brother?" running through his mind.

Every night when he closed his eyes, the same scenario raced through his mind. The nightmare of him finding Cal instead of Dylan. This is what plagued Ethan's thought each night he went to bed.

The weather was terrible. Then again, it was April in England. It was always bad weather. But, the weather tonight was worse. The rain that fell down was cold. And there was a slight cold breeze in the air. After Cal had told him that Scott Ellison was still holding a grudge against him for what happened to their father, Ethan decided to take Cal's advice and call it a night. He finished writing up his last few notes, then decided to head out to the pub. He didn't feel like going for a drink by himself so he decided to ask Alicia if she would like to join him. To his delight, Alicia said 'yes' to his offer. Ethan only had a couple of pints before he decided to head home. He bid his farewell to Alicia. Bracing himself for the wet cold English weather, Ethan zipped up his coat and headed towards the hospital to his car. As he neared the entrance, something caught the corner of his eye. A figure laid slumped up against a wall. The figure was completely still that Ethan was unsure if they were still alive. His doctor mind kicked" in. He cautiously walked over towards where the figure lay. His eyes widened and breathing sped up when he recognised who the figure was. Immediately, Ethan ran back towards the hospital's entrance, yelling that he needed assistance and a trolley.

While someone ran and got what Ethan needed, he ran back to his brother. Collapsing to his knees, Ethan placed a hand on Cal's shoulder.

"Cal? What's happened? Have you been stabbed?" Ethan asked in horror.

"Eth...Ethan, you're okay, are you?" Cal asked through his shallow breaths.

"Me? Yeah, I'm okay." Ethan replied. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Cal didn't respond to his question. Instead he clutched Ethan's wrist and looked into his eyes.

"I….I don't want to die."

Ethan could clearly see the fear in his brother eyes.

"I won't let you die, Cal. I promise." Ethan reassured him.

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"Get out of the way!" Jacob's voice rang through the ED as Cal was rolled in on a trolley.

The double doors to Resus were pushed open and in rolled Elle, Jacob and Ethan. They rolled Cal to Bay 4. The three of them began hooking Cal up to the necessary wires and machines. Noel, who had seen the frantic commotion, was lost for words. He couldn't believe who was on the trolley. Within minutes Duffy and Charlie had entered Resus, unaware of who the patient was. All they had heard was that it was a stabbing, but didn't catch the name of the patient. Their shock was evident when they stepped into the room.

"Oh, no." Charlie said as he ran a hand through his hair and Duffy ran up to the trolley.

"Ethan, you shouldn't be treating him." Charlie told him when he regained his composure and saw Ethan ordering off all different kinds of tests.

"But, he's my brother!" Ethan raised his voice.

"That's exactly why you shouldn't be treating him." Charlie said.

"I'm fine. Let me just treat him as I would any other patient."

"Ethan, you know the rules. No family members are allowed to treat other members if they're patients."

"Well, that didn't stop Cal from treating me when I was involved in the car accident." Ethan pointed out.

"That was entirely different."

"How? How was it entirely different?" Ethan argued.

But, he didn't wait for a response from Charlie.

"You know what, it doesn't matter. I don't have time to have an argument with you. We need to save Cal."

"Ethan…." Charlie said.

But, he didn't get to finish his sentence.

"He's lost his output. I can't feel a pulse." Jacob announced worriedly.

"Yeah, he's arrested." Elle confirmed.

Frantic movements soon appeared as colleagues began bagging Cal and injecting him with the right drugs. By this time Dylan had taken over from an reluctant Ethan. He immediately ordered Elle to prep Cal for a clamshell thoracotomy and to prepare a open chest kit. While his friends and colleagues performed the procedure on his brother, all Ethan could do was wait and watch. Meanwhile, news of what had happened to one of their colleagues had spread around the department. The news had rached Connie, who was now in Resus observing as her team tried to do everything they possibly could to save Cal's life. No one knew how long had passed since they had begun the procedure, but the sounds surrounding them, informed them time was running out. Although they dreaded to have to call 'time of death', they knew they had to. Apart from Dylan. He didn't want to call it. Couldn't call it. Not while he knew that Ethan was watching him operate on his brother. Knowing he had an audience, Dylan kept on going even though the rest of the team knew that his attempts were futile. He didn't want to stop becauses if he did, he knew that he would have to explain to Ethan that they had done all they could for Cal. And that was something he didn't want to have to do. So he kept on going.

"Dylan," Charlie's voice cut through. "Stop. He's lost too much blood."

Dylan ignored Charlie's voice. He had to keep on going, for Ethan. So he didn't have to call 'time of death' in front of him. So he didn't have to let Ethan watch him give up on fighting for his brother.

"Dylan." Charlie called out again. This time more firmly but, still gentle.

By this time, Ethan had noticed that Dylan was slowing down his movements. He had to blink a couple of times to make sure he was seeing things right. Yes, Dylan was putting down the tools and calling it. He was calling 'time of death'.

"W-w-what are you doing?" Ethan stuttered as he moved away from the doors. "Y-y-you can't stop. Y-you have to keep on going."

No one dared to speak or move. Ethan glanced towards Dylan, then Charlie and then Connie. Then he glanced between Duffy and Jacob.

"Dylan? Charlie?" Ethan said, barely audible.

Everyone knew by Ethan's tone of voice, what he was trying to ask them, but couldn't. Dylan walked over to him.

"I'm sorry Ethan. He's lost too much blood. We had to call it."

"No." Ethan shook his head. "B-but I promised him. I promised he wouldn't die." Ethan said through his tears. "I promised!"

"I know it's tough and you're upset, but sometimes promises get broken. No matter how hard we try."