The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 223,

One minute they were laughing, the next they were cowering for cover, as they tried to work out what the hell had happened. A fire ball was lunching towards them. Cal's instincts kicked in and he threw himself down on Ethan protecting him.

Cal heard Ethan splutter.

"Ethan, mate, it's ok " Cal whispered.

The thick smoke was making Ethan's eyes water and Cal looked around. He needed to get him out. He stood up, watching as another fireball, whhich could easily knock him off his feet, come rushing forward.

Ethan coughed, as Cal wished there was something he could do for him.

As the smoke cleared, Cal dragged his brother from the building and lay him on the ground. Charlie took over and put an oxygen mask over his face.

"Ethan, can you hear me?" He asked.

Ethan made no sign that he could.

Charlie frowned as he helped transport Ethan in to St. James hospital. Cal hoped he could fight this. He followed Zoe in to the relative rooms and found it impossible to sit still. Zoe was flicking through the outdated gossip magazines.

"Cal?" Charlie said, as he entered the staff room.

Cal glanced up at the older man.

"I'm so sorry Ethan didn't make it. " Charlie looked sad.

His safety net. Gone.

He stood up and shrugging off Charlie's comforting arm, made his way out of the stag room and in to RESUS where Ethan's lifeless body lay under a sheet. He peeled back the sheet and looked at his brothers face. The ash had been cleaned off his face, his blonde hair neatly brushed and his hand lay limp on the bed covers.

He took his brothers hand. "I'm sorry Ethan. "


Thanks for reading. Sorry, it's short. I was originally going to focus this on a number of characters, but then I decided to focus on the brothers.