This is just a quick Dylan piece as I'm not too confident on his character and I want to try to be.

Casualtyfics111: Thank you for the review, glad you liked the chapter.


The Secret Life Of Casualty.

Chapter 318.

Coming home to an empty boat after a shift at the hospital, was no life for the depressed doctor. At least, when he had Sansoi here, there was laughter in the boat, now there was just silence. Silence that Dylan was filling in with pouring yet another glass of whisky. What would Sam say if she knew he was drinking again? Him drinking was one of the reasons their marriage fell apart in the first place, other than the fact she'd had an affair while she was in the army.

Dylan sighed, what did he really have left in the ED? His best mate Zoe had departed again for a new life with Max, he was close to being caught out drinking on the job and that would almost certainly end up with him loosing his job. If he didn't have his dog, he wouldn't bother getting up in the morning.

Sensing as if her owner was talking about her, Deverla looked up and Dylan realised she hadn't been for a walk, while he'd been at work, she'd been locked in the boat all day. "Come on then. " He said, drowning the last of his drink and standing up, it felt like his joints had gone stiff. He walked in to his bedroom, getting her leash from the back of the door where he kept it and walking out, he attached it to her, before getting the plastic bags out of the draw in case she did anything, not having anything on him was the worst.

Grabbing his jacket from the hook, he shrugged it on, shoving the plastic bags in to his pocket, taking Deverla's lead with his other hand, as he grabbed the boat keys. He only had the one set, well Zoe had, had a set when she'd lived with him for a while, but now he was alone again. Unlocking the door, he lead Deverla out and locked the door back up behind him, as they began their walk.

Dylan liked his and Deverla's walks, they were calm and peaceful, nobody talked back to him, unlike patents who were drunk.

Deverla stopped to have a wee and Dylan turned the collar of his coat up, to block out the cold. He'd carry on for a while, then take her home. Deverla finished her wee and Dylan turned around, until he heard someone call his name. But because it was dark and cold, he couldn't tell who it was. The name called again.

The person calling his name, caught up with him. It was Ethan.

"What do you want Ethan?" He asked.

"To apologise, " Ethan said, rubbing his hands together.

"Fine" He replied, bluntly, starting to walk away with Deverla who was whining softly.

Back home, a few minutes later, Deverla curled up in her basket and Dylan switched on the TV, realising that he didn't need a whisky each night.


Thanks for reading, I enjoyed writing this, despite not really being a fan of him, but this idea came to me, so I had to write it. Please let me know what you think as even though it's not really my first time writing him, I'd like to know whether it's worth writing him more?

I'm aware I've spelt the name of his dog wrong.