Just a little something I wrote, inspired by George Rainsford's birthday.
The Secret Life Of Casualty.
Chapter 381
Ethan was 32 yeas old today, that should be a celebration in the young man's life. But what did the young man have to live for? His brother had been brutally murdered and both of his mothers were dead, one from Hunting's and the other from breast cancer.
That had been a great present, being told you had an incurable diease, it meant that with every birthday that passed, he was one step closer to inheriating the dreaded illness; the shakes, difficulty sleeping. He was already having difficulty sleeping.
Charlie, meanwhile, was concerned. He knew what today was and had a present for Ethan. But he didn't know if he should go round.
"Ethan shouldn't be on his own today, " Duffy said.
"Your right, "
"Aren't I always?" Duffy kissed his cheek. "Wish him a happy birthday from me" She added.
Charlie picked up the present and left the house. He walked to Ethan's flat, rehearsing what he was going to say to the young doctor. When he arrived, he rang the doorbell, but no footsteps came. He bent down, speaking through the letterbox. "Ethan, it's me. " Still no sound. Charlie was just about to give up when the door opened.
"Charlie"
"Ethan" Charlie couldn't keep the relief out of his voice as he turned around, but Ethan looked terrible, there were bags under his eyes and his hair was sticking up, most likely a result from tossing and turning. He invited the older man in and made them both a coffee.
"I know what day it is, "
"Yes, so do I, " Ethan sarcastically replied. "32 years and nothing to show for it. My brother is dead and so are my mothers"
"That's not true" At this, Charlie handed over the present he and Duffy had brought him.
Ethan started to say "You didn't have to get me anything"
"Open it, " The older man replied. Returning his gaze to the gift wrapped gift (Duffy must have wrapped it) Ethan took away the wrapping paper until he was holding it in his hands. It was a mug with the words "Worlds best brother " written on it, accompanied with a picture of himself and Cal on it.
"This way, "
"He's still with me" Ethan said quietly. He had an idea. He got up, still holding the mug to him and walked in to the kitchen. He put the mug carefully down on the counter and searched the shelves until he found what he was looking for. Cal's favourite whiskey. He poured some in to the mug before carrying it in to the lounge and putting it down on the coffee table. Charlie raised ah eyebrow at him.
"We are going to toast Cal,"
Charlie nodded, picking up his mug.
"To you, Cal" Ethan said, clicking glasses with Charlie as both men took a sip.
Thank you for reading. I just read this chapter back and realised the end had cut off.
