Ethan went home after the incident at the pub - no danger. He would not sit there, following in the heavy, if slightly clumsy footsteps of his older brother, by getting very drunk and waking up next to somebody he didn't even know their first name.
The drive home became very tence. The young doctor was consitantly listening for the notification sound of his voice, just in case Elsie wasn't alright.
Why had he let her go, without an explination towards who the man was. For all he knew, the young girl could be kidnapped, abducted, she might even be dead by the morning. A heavy lump began to form in his throat, as he pleadingy tried to remain focoused on his driving. Sighing, his hands reached out, turning the radio on, distracting his bad thoughts.
The dark sky was illuminated with a single star. The young Doctor had noticed as he had left the pub, how bright it was, illuminating alone. Ever since he was of a young age, he had wished on stars. He kept his eyes fixed on the road, but kept wishing something over and over in his mind. Praying, it would work.
It was near silent in the apartment shared by Ethan and Caleb. All windows were tightly shut, the kitchen and both bedrooms abandoned. Tightly bundled in blankets, his eyes fixed on the television, whilst a bowl of chocolate covered popcorn rested carefully on his lap, was Cal. His mind was buried deep in yet another episode of 'Game of Thrones,' fixed on the television screen.
From behind him, the faint sound of keys jingling in the door was lightly making it's presence. The elder brother was far to intriged to notice, and didn't bother to look around, making sure a mass murderer hadn't entered his apartment.
No such worry. The old door slowly floated open, and a deep sigh could be heard from the doorway. Ethan removed the keys from the door, and took a step into the apartment. After his nose registered there was not a single burned item, he proceded to let himself into the apartment.
"Cal?" He called out, wondering if his brother had fallen asleep in front of the television. He was greeted with a small grunt, as his eyes registered the form of his brother, nestled on the couch. The younger brother walked up behind the sofa, slowly reaching out to take a piece of popcorn, to which Cal was oblivious to.
Ethan slowly reached out for the television buttons, switching off the set, which was instantly followed by protests and arguments from the elder brother. After a few moments, he silenced, not bothering to argue. He was going to bed. But, not before...
"How was your drink with Elsie?" He asked. Ethan opened his mouth for a moment, wanting to explain about the man in their presence, but soon shut it again.
"Good. Fun." He replied, walking into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. Cal was quick to follow, hot on his heels. The elder brother watched, as Ethan sipped on his drink, trying to avoid eye contanct.
"Okay..." Cal murmured, after realsing he would squeeze no infomation out of the younger Hardy. He ran a hand through his bristly hair, mumbling 'goodnight,' and making his way toward his room.
The younger brother had a large amount of trouble falling asleep that night. He would roll over in his large bed every few seconds, wishing he knew Eliza was okay. Her image kept flickering into his mind, and would remain there.
He was lovesick, most definatly. Even if he wouldn't admit it.
What bugged him, was that not only Cal could get to her first, but she would probally fall for her. He'd seen it so many times with other girls he would introduce to his brother, but would soon be greedily snatched away.
He was most definatly missing his mother at this point. If she was still around, he would of gone to her for advice about Elsie about now. She would of probally been very happy with the choice of telling her, before asking a load of questions.
Overall, she'd probally tell him to be himself. That would be the reason she took intrest in the first place. Then there would be the whole 'Taking her to the Hospice to meet her'...
Ethan rolled over once more, before firmly shutting his eyes. They were quick to snap open, blindly reaching for his phone, in case she had replied by some miracle. He had texted her nine times, but still no responce.
At long last, he locked his phone, rolling over. He was going to get a good sleep, no matter if it mentally killed him.
On the other side of Holby, Eliza Walker was lying in bed. It wasn't her own bed; she was in a kingsize bed, lying as far away as possible.
The smell of strong beer lingered on the figure next to her. It slumped over, gurgling something.
"Y'know...love...me." It groaned, before flailing out one of the large hands, very nearly hitting the young girl's face.
Yeah, love. Was never what it seemed...
AN - I apologise for the short chapter, but I needed a filler. More will be published tomorrow, before Zaxterday! More Casualty tomorrow. So hyped!
ETWent Home - I've been dying for them to have some sort of interaction outside of work. And it happened! The man...will be revealed. Believe me, it's not what you think...
Paradoxilla - Ethan most definatly needs to find out what the secret is. And, THEY KISSED. YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH PLANNING THEM FEW LINES NEEDED. I planned it for so long...
-Jodie Rose Xx