I am so sorry for not updating this sooner. Unfortunately a lot of bad personal matters have been happening during these few weeks, so I completely forgot about updating this story. However everything is fine now, so here is the new update. I wonder how Ethan will deal with these strange symptoms. Hope you enjoy this new chapter, and again, feel free to write a review or even a question, which I will happily answer in the introduction of the next chapter. Thank you and enjoy!
Realising he only had half an hour to get to work, Ethan quickly swept up the broken pieces of the bowl into the dustpan, and chucked it in the bin. Cal was in the other room, peering round the door to see if Ethan was OK. He didn't look OK, so Cal knew he had to do something.
"Ethan," Cal said calmly to his brother. "Why don't you take the day off today, you're obviously not feeling well and-"
"Look Cal I am perfectly fine. It really should be you who should take a day off with your hangover," Ethan angrily interrupted.
"I'm just trying to look out for you nibbles, no need to get so aggresive," Cal explained.
"Just get off my back will you," Ethan sighed, and with that he stumbled into his bedroom and shut the door. Cal sighed too. Ethan was a doctor who was good at giving medical advice, but wasn't really good at receiving it.
After 15 minutes of getting ready, the two brothers finally stepped outside by their shiny silver car.
"I'll drive," Cal quickly suggested.
"Cal, stop it! I am perfectly capable to drive. Just be quiet and...and...OW!" Ethan gasped. Cal quickly ran over to Ethan's aid.
"What happened?" Cal quickly asked.
"I just hit my hand on the door," Ethan moaned.
"How did you do that?" Cal wondered.
"I...I... oh I don't know, just give me the keys!" Ethan demanded. Cal sighed once more, and passed Ethan the keys.
"Ethan why are your hands shaking?" Cal questioned.
"JUST GET IN THE CAR!"
After 5 minutes of nagging, Cal and Ethan finally got into the car, and Cal finally agreed to let Ethan drive. While on the busy road, Cal could definately see that something was indeed wrong with his little brother. He looked clammy, and very shaken.
"Ethan, I really think you should let me drive the rest of the way there," Cal suggested. However Ethan didn't reply. Instead, he kept driving, but this wasn't a game anymore. Cal was beginning to worry, as Ethan began to shake some more, from his arms, down to his legs. His breathing began to get louder and more consistent, as if he was running out of air.
"Ethan please, stop the car!" Cal pleaded, but Ethan didn't stop. The car began to race faster and faster above the speed limit. Suddenly, the road turned a corner, so Ethan unsteadily swivelled the car round, and drove down the long road.
"Ethan stop the car, NOW!" Cal shouted, but Ethan was busy watching the road, as a set of traffic lights appeared infront of him, that clearly shined the colour red.
"STOP THE CAR!" Cal panicked, but Ethan couldn't stop. The car began to grow more and more wobbly, as Ethan took his eyes off the road, and glanced round at Cal.
"I CANT, MY LEGS CAN'T MOVE TO HIT THE BRAKES!" Ethan roared. Cal looked worried, as the traffic lights began to move in closer, and closer.
"ETHAN PLEASE JUST TRY!" Cal pleaded. Ethan's eyes scrunched up, as the pain of moving his legs wavered through him. His foot came closer to the brake, but the traffic lights were even closer to the car. Closer came the traffic lights. Closer came the slam of the brakes. Closer, closer, and closer!
"OH GOD!" they both shouted.
Wow! I felt tense even writing that. Well here it is, the third chapter. Hope you enjoyed it and feel free to leave any comments or questions.
Thanks!
