Rosie felt reluctant to talk about her day. George came home around an hour after she did and instead of talking she busied herself by making dinner- vegetarian spaghetti bolognese. Rosie wasn't vegetarian but her flatmate was so she had learnt to adapt her cooking style to cater for him.

'So how was your day?' Rosie attempted to start a conversation with the other F2

'Rubbish- I can't do anything, I'm annoying my mentor and half the nurses and... and... I never wanted to be a doctor in the first place!'

Rosie was shocked- he had always seemed so adamant that he had to be a doctor. Then it all clicked into place- his parents wanted him to be a doctor so that's what he did, but he didn't want to be a doctor himself. Rosie turned back to making dinner- right now George needed her help more than she needed his, or so she thought.

The night following the crash was sleepless- filled with never ending nightmares and faces that haunted her. She had never been to an RTC before and, now, hopefully never again. She just had to spill it out to someone, anyone. Rosie rolled over to look at the clock on her bedside table- 2:30 am. Without any conscious thought Rosie pulled on a pair of socks and her jumper, she then walked out her room and grabbed her shoes and coat. Having found herself at the front door she suddenly knew where she was going. When Ethan hugged her last night she had felt him slip something into her coat pocket, and, sure enough, there was a note:

Rosie- talk to me anytime about anything.

Then there was a mobile phone number and an address.

Despite all the other emotions spinning in her head she smiled at the small act of kindness. She scribbled a note for George and left it on the kitchen table.

10 minutes later she arrived at Ethan's flat, cold, tired and upset. She rang the doorbell twice in quick succession and then stood watching her breath in the cold night air.

A groggy Ethan opened the door, he had clearly just got out of bed- his glasses were crooked, his hair a tousled mess and his pyjamas crumpled. Rosie grabbed him and hugged him, tears once again falling down her face. Ethan seemed to have suddenly woken up as he muttered gently to her that everything is going to be alright. They stood, held in an embrace for what felt like forever, it was Ethan that broke it apart- after all they were still stood on a doorstep in the winter at 3am. Ethan took Rosie inside and sat her down on the sofa, he then made two hot chocolates with whipped cream and mini marshmallows. He gave one to Rosie and then sat down next to her, thy sat in silence, quietly sipping their hot drinks, allowing the warm sweetness to flood their bodies.

'Rosie- why are you here?'

Ethan didn't need to ask- he already knew but he just wanted to hear it from the F2 herself

'I can't sleep- every time I close my eyes I see it, her face haunts me, whenever it's quiet I hear screams- I don't even know why- they were both unconscious when we arrived. I... I... I just can't do it! I'm useless- that woman died and I did nothing.'

The tears were streaming down her face hot and angry.

'She died and I couldn't do anything.'

The tears still streamed down her face but these were tears of sorrow and hurt.

Ethan held her close to his chest and let her cry.

'We did everything we could- she was already dead but the other person on the motorbike is recovering and the driver was fine. You're an amazing doctor- much better than any F2 I have ever seen. You were even better than me!'

Rosie smiled at the last comment- finally feeling at rest, a wave of calmness washed over her body and flooded her in tiredness. She knew that she should leave and go home to bed but here, in Ethan's arms it was safe and warm, she could feel his steady heart beat and the hear the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Ethan watched as the young doctor drifted off into a peaceful sleep next to him. He leant over to the other side of the bed and picked up a cushion and a blanket. He slipped out from where Rosie had fallen asleep on him and gently placed her head on the cushion. He swung her legs up onto the sofa before covering her in a thick, fluffy blanket. Ethan scribbled a note saying he was upstairs- first room on the left and then took the dirty mugs back to the kitchen and taking himself back to bed- it was now 4:30am- he needed to be back at work in a couple of hours and couldn't afford to be late.