I know this story has been done before, but I liked this idea and I decided to write it.
The Secret Life Of Casualty.
Chapter 87.
"Achoo" Cal sneezed in to a tissue that he kept in his hand. He thought he had a bug. He was better at diagnosing patients that come through the ED doors than himself, though!
Ethan heard his brothers sniffles and knocked on the door. "Are you alright?"
"I feel sick" Cal told his brother.
"OK" Ethan nodded, he was dressed in his scrubs.
Cal coughed again.
Ethan didn't want to leave his brother, but he knew that Zoe would have his head on a stick, if he didn't turn up at the hospital for his shift. He knocked on the bedroom door, before entering.
"What?"
"Call me if you need anything "
Cal nodded and closed his eyes as his brother picked up his bag (left on the end of the bed) and left the house.
"Ethan" Zoe called when she spotted the younger doctor, making his way in to the hospital.
Ethan made his way over to Zoe. "Yes, Zo- dr. Hanna?"
Zoe smiled, after almost a year with the hospital, he still got nervous. "Ethan. " Zoe said, patiently, shifting a pile of patient notes in to her arms. "I've said before, you don't have to call me Dr. Hanna, Zoe's fine"
"Sure " Ethan nodded as he watched Zoe walk away. As, he headed off to treat his first patient, he was sure that he could feel a tickle in his throat, he was sure he had a cough on the way. But he choose to ignore it and looked at the name on the folder "Elie Williams"
"Hello, Elie, I'm dr. Hardy, but you can call me Ethan " He smiled, wanting his patient to feel at ease with him.
Elie rolled her eyes. "Patch me up now!" She ordered him, holding out her arm. Ethan felt shaken, but couldn't show it. He inspected her arm, it had glass in, a result of a druken fall.
He got the glass out and then treated another patient. But honestly, he just wanted the day to end now.
thankfully, it did.
He was worn out, he collapsed on the sofa and took off his glasses. He rubbed his eyes.
Ethan, are you ok?" Cal was feeling much better in himself when he heard his younger brother moan in pain. Cal let himself in to his brothers bedroom.
He ruffled his hair, like he did when they were children.
"Cal" Ethan pleaded weakly, all he wanted to do was bury himself under the covers.
Cal put his hands up in surrender. Then stood up and walked out of the room. Ethan briefly wondered where he was going, but he decided that he was too ill to even think about it.
Ethan heard his brothers footsteps come back up the stairs.
"Here you go mate" Cal said as he placed a tray consisting of a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, some fruit salad.
Ethan was touched that his brother had made him breakfast. "Thanks Cal" He coughed, Cal moved the tray out of the way, so Ethan didn't get his germs on it, before he put the tray back.
He once again stood and patted Ethan on the back.
It was just their luck. Thought Cal as he closed and locked the door behind him she started walking to work. As one brother, got better, the other got ill!
Some brotherly love. I hope you enjoyed reading it.
