This is a short chapter and I did intend to make it longer but I couldn't seem to find anymore words for anyone. I'm slowly losing confidence in this fic but as long as people like it I will continue.

Morning came quite quickly for most as everyone had had an early night after the funeral. It was a rare occasion when no ED staff had to be bundled into a taxi drunk to get home.

After the memorial Cal had headed back to the hospital, to check in on Ethan to see if he had come to his senses. Instead he had found him sweating and writhing on the bed clearly in discomfort.

He sighed as he looked through the window at his brother. "We think he could have an infection but he won't let us near him. Won't even let us set up IV antibiotics." A nurse spoke as she stood being him. "We want to get him assessed by psych, this is not normal behaviour."

Cal looked at her. "Give him a few days to deal with things, someone is coming to see him later on which could help matters. We have to wait and see."

The nurse nodded. "Let's hope, I'm not sure how much longer he can deal with this."

Cal watched her walk away before he opened the door and went inside.

"Ethan?" Cal spoke going over to the bed trying to calm his brother by touching his arm.

Ethan looked at him wide eyed as if he had been on drugs. "Caleb…" He spoke softly and stopped moving around. "Cal we need to find Dad."

Cal frowned and shook his head. "Why the hell would we need to do that?"

"Because we…" He paused confused. "We just have to ok."

"Ethan you're not well mate. They need you to let them treat you, you could have an infection…" Cal sighed.

"No." Ethan shook his head.

"Ethan punishing yourself isn't going to bring Jeff back." He told him.

"No… he's right. It's not." Said a voice from the door. They both looked to see Jamie standing there smiling a little.

Cal got up and went to him patting his shoulder. "Thanks for this…" He spoke quietly to the young nurse before leaving.

"Jamie? You were the last person I thought would be visiting." Ethan spoke confused. "If Cal has put you up to this then forget it."

Jamie shook his head and took Cal's normal seat beside his bed. "No. It was my idea. He said you were beating yourself over my uncle Jeff."

"It was my fault. I am so sorry…" Ethan apologised. "If I could swap places with him I would in a flash."

"No. Ethan, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. It is not your fault at all. My Uncle Jeff would be telling you off right now if he was here. He wouldn't want you blaming yourself. The family don't blame you so neither should you."

"The kids though, those poor kids." He sighed.

"They will mourn their Dad and grow up knowing he died doing what he loved and as a hero." He told him. "We all miss him. But no one wants you to suffer because of it. He spent his last day helping you, you refusing help now is just meaning what he did was a waste of time." He spoke hoping he wasn't bring too harsh.

Ethan just nodded. "That does make sense. I just… I don't know. He helped me so much and now he is dead, he wasn't even in the crash."

"No, but he was there to help and you know what he is like. He would put his life on the line to save any of his patients." Jamie told him. "Just please, let them treat you, he wouldn't want you suffering now."

Ethan just nodded.

"Thank you, I've got to go, my train leaves in an hour and I promised Robyn I'd say goodbye." Jamie stood up and held his hand out to Ethan.

Ethan shook it gently. "Thank you, and I'm sorry for your loss."

Jamie smiled. "You look after yourself, wouldn't want Cal on your back constantly now would you?" he smirked.

Ethan smiled a little and nodded as he watched Jamie leave and speak to Cal outside. They both shook hands and Jamie left before Cal opened the door.

"Well…" he spoke simply.

"I could do with some pain relief. I don't feel well at all." Ethan finally admitted.

Cal nodded and went off to get his doctor.