It all happened so fast. The first minute they saw him walking towards the hospital entrance, the next minute his friends and colleagues were rushing over as they saw his body fly off a bonnet of an oncoming vehicle. There were orders being shouted from every direction as colleagues tried to attend to his injuries. People were coming and going as equipment was being brought out from inside the department. Someone was starting chest compressions while others were putting a line into his arm. Cal was inside when he saw his friends rush past him. Intrigued he followed them outside. That's when he saw what had happened. That was the moment when he saw the body of his little brother lying so still on the road. He tried to run over to where his brother lay as his friends tried to resuscitate him, but he was held back by Charlie. Cal tried to pull away from his grip, only wanting to be with his brother, but Charlie held him firm and moved him out of the way as Elle, Lily, David and Jacob ran in and straight into Resus. Cal along with Charlie quickly followed behind. Cal was about to enter Resus but, was stopped by Elle.
"Please, Cal. Let us do our job. Ethan's in the best possible hands." Elle told him.
"Just tell me he's going to be okay." Cal demanded.
"We'll do our best."
"That's not good enough!" Cal shouted.
'Cal..." Charlie tried to calm him dowm.
"That's my brother!" Cal yelled as he turned to face his friend. "Trying their best is not good enough."
"I know. But, like Elle said he's in the best possible hands. Let them do their jobs." Charlie replied.
Taking one last glance at his brother Cal left the room and headed towards the staffroom. Slumping down onto the sofa he covered his face with his hands breathing heavily as he tried to calm himself down. Only a few minutes passed when he heard somone approach him. Immediately he looked up and saw Charlie. Standing next to him was Elle. Cal swallowed away the lump in his throat when he saw the two of them standing there. Elle took a step forward away from Charlie and approached Cal.
"Cal," Elle began. "I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid Ethan didn't make it."
Cal shook his head.
"No, he can't be. This must be some sick joke. He can't be..."
Cal couldn't say the word. He felt like he was going to be sick. He felt his knees collapse beneath him and he ended up kneeling on the floor his breathing getting heavier. Elle knelt down to his level.
"I'm afraid there was nothing we could do."
"But, you promised. You said you'd do your best to save him." Cal whispered.
"I know." Elle admitted quietly. "It would seem the injuries he suffered on impact were so severe that he died instantly."
For a minute it looked like Elle was finished talking to him, but Cal could sense there was something else she was not telling him.
"What is it?" Cal asked.
"There is something else." Elle started.
"What do you mean?"
"About the way Ethan died."
"What do you mean 'about the way Ethan died'?" Cal said. "We know how he died."
"It's not that. What I mean is why Ethan did what he did."
At this point Cal was confused. He had no idea what Elle was talking about.
"What are you trying to say?" Cal wondered.
