beckyboogle
Amazing!
Thank you very much *bows* ((:

CBloom2
Awwww lovely chapter. Glad Ethan finally admitted that he wasn't well and caring Cal - well he was just glorious! Loved it. Can't wait for more x
Thank you!(: xx

Becs2202
Brilliant chapter. Ethan finally admitting he is ill and cal being so caring. Must be worrying after all ethan has been through.
Thanks, and yeh I did purposely set this not long after the accident to bring out the best of Cal's caring side(: xx

Alice
Another amazing chapter! Can't wait for the next one:)) you write Cal and Ethan both really well!
Thank you so much!(: Hope you enjoy this chapter xx

rachbob
Great second chapter! Looking forward to more :)
Thanks, here is the next chapter... (: xx

Tanith Panic
No the ending doesn't drop, it's perfectly okay to have a nice quiet end to an emotional chapter. Your descriptions are a little too good, my throat was aching along with Ethan's. I'd like to read more of this please.
Haha thank you, hope you like this chapter!(: xx

Microwave35
This is really good! I can't wait for more!
Then you shall not wait any longer, here is the next chapter haha xx

Hey there! Here's the next chapter, sorry it's a bit short and descriptive, but I went back to school today, so I'm probably not going to have much time to write): but it should never be less than once update a week! Hope you enjoy – Iris(:

3.

Ethan sighed, turning over in bed for at least the 30th time that night. At first, he'd been in a peacefully deep, medicine-induced slumber, but after a few hours he'd woken up feeling worse and hadn't been able to get back to sleep since. By now, it was fair to say that Ethan was very agitated, and he felt so ill that it made him want to cry.

He rolled over once again, flicking on the light, and stretched his arm out to what he thought was in the general direction of his bedside table. However, due to the fact that he was currently not wearing his glasses coupled with the teary eyes from his illness, Ethan couldn't be sure. The doctor whined in discomfort, sniffling hard, he desperately needed a tissue. He glanced at the digital clock to his right, and he could just make out the blurry bright green numbers 04:49, that glowed blindingly back at him. Cal would be up in 11 minutes to get ready for his shift Ethan thought, wishing he could wake him up sooner so that his older brother could help him.

He sunk back into the mattress, coughing into his bed covers. Ethan had been finding it slightly more difficult than usual to catch his breath after the coughing, leaving him experiencing a similar breathlessness to after the accident a couple of months ago. He made a mental note to ask Cal to leave his inhaler in reach before he went to work. Work. Ethan himself had a shift starting at 8:00, and, despite feeling awful, he was still set up for going in and was trying to convince himself he'd feel better once he was up and ready.

Sniffling, he carefully sat up in bed, relieved when it didn't cause his head to spin. At least that meant the Ibuprofen had helped reduce his fever. Now more alert, Ethan plucked a tissue from the box next to him, wiping his nose for a few seconds before going into another coughing fit.

Cal's eyes fluttered open, and at first he was surprised not to be greeted by the sounds of a blaring alarm. But then he heard Ethan's coughing from the next room, and realised what had woken him. He sounds worse. Cal thought, sighing and swinging his legs over the edge of his bed. He made his way out into the hallway and knocked softly on Ethan's bedroom door, concerned frown displayed on his features when he heard Ethan still coughing from inside.

"Eth?" He called, but he was just met with coughing as a reply. Cal pushed the door open anyway, concern for his brother winning over respect for his privacy.

The scene in front of him was as expected; Ethan was sat on the edge of his bed coughing his poor lungs out, wide eyes frantically searching around the room for any sign of one of his inhalers. Cal immediately went to his brother's side, trying to comfort him while he too scanned around the room trying to locate what Ethan needed.

He let out a sigh of relief when his eyes fell on the sight of the blue puffer atop of the chest-of-draws, and quickly rushed over to fetch it.

Cal sat himself on the edge of the mattress again, wincing at the sound of the chesty coughs tearing through his brother's chest. He handed him the inhaler, and Ethan hurriedly held it to his lips, taking at least 5 puffs before his breathing began to regulate again.

"Alright?" Cal asked softly, patting the younger on the back and handing him the water from his bedside table.

"Yes, I'm alright," Ethan muttered, more to himself as the sound barely reached Cal's ears. "I can still go to work, Cal," he stated. But he wasn't fooling his big brother. The tears in his eyes and shaking of his frame were more than visible to Cal.

"No," Cal shook his head, "No way, look how ill you are Ethan! You can't just keep pushing yourself like this-"

"I'll be alright Cal, besides I wouldn't want to leave the hospital short staffed," the younger argued weakly, "I'll probably feel better once I'm busy too."

Cal sighed in defeat, knowing the only way to deal with a situation like this was to give in to Ethan's stubbornness, he wasn't going to win. Besides, Ethan was probably going to exhaust himself and have to come home halfway few his shift, then Cal would be able to look after him properly.