It took a good 5 minutes for Charlie to find Cal. Cal was slumped in a corner of the staff room quietly sobbing. Charlie sat down on the floor next to him, it took a lot of effort for the old nurse to sit on the floor. Cal turned to look Charlie in the eye.

'What's the news?' Cal's voice was hoarse

'They found them. Rosie's on her way in. She has multiple open fractures to one of her legs, multiple lacerations, what looks like a blunt head trauma and she's unconscious but she seems to be alright.' Cal nodded- at least Rosie seemed to be okay.

'And Ethan?'

Charlie couldn't look Cal in the eye, a shook his head gently.

'I'm so sorry.'

Cal yet again burst into tears. His little brother, his smart, charming baby brother. He was gone.

'Where is he now?'

'He's on his way to the hospital morgue. Our paramedics didn't want him to stay at the crash site- he's their friend and colleague. They wouldn't abandon him.'

Cal managed to control his emotions, to ask a question.

'What happened?'

Charlie misinterpreted the question.

'I don't know- you'd have to ask the police but I don't think they know.'

'I meant what happened to Ethan. What- What-'

Charlie knew what Cal was asking- he wanted to know why Ethan died.

'He was found wrapped around Rosie. It was like he was trying to protect her, and it sounds like he did a pretty good job. He had open fractures to most of his limbs, his neck was broken and he also had deep lacerations across his body. He was in the carriage with the highest fatality rate. He managed to save Rosie from what killed him. He's a hero.'

Cal nodded, he still couldn't believe that his brother was gone.

The two men left the staffroom to find out if Rosie had arrived yet. She had and was inside resus being treated by Zoe, Robyn and Lofty. Cal arrived at the door as Zoe was putting a small needle into Rosie's chest- just like he had done for Ethan months before. Charlie guided Cal to the relative's room- it was empty. All the family who needed to know about crash victims had been sent to some meeting rooms upstairs. They were the only ones in the room so their silence echoed on the four walls. Minutes turned to hours as Cal and Charlie sat in nervous anticipation, waiting for news on Rosie's case. After what felt like a lifetime Zoe arrived at the door.

'We're just moving her to a side room- she's stable.' Zoe gave Cal a sad smile. 'Dr Hardy is in the morgue.' And with that Zoe left.

Dr Hardy- Cal had never thought of him as Dr Hardy- he was always Ethan. It was as though calling him Dr Hardy made it all less personal, less painful.

Cal stood up and left the room, leaving Charlie in the silence. Cal rushed down to the morgue, not knowing what to expect. He knew he was going to see his dead brother but it didn't feel like he was. It felt like something else, like he was just going to see his brother, it was irrelevant that he was dead.

When Cal saw Ethan it suddenly became real. Ethan's eyes were closed, his lips slightly apart, his clothes torn and bloody. His body was a mess. Open fractures, cuts, bruises, but the worst injury, by far was the abnormal twist in his neck. It was swollen, and tinted a light shade of blue, contrasting with his olive skin and red painted clothes. Cal knew that Ethan's neck was broken- Charlie told him that, he had also seen dead patients with broken necks, still seeing his brother like that was just horrible.

'I'm so sorry Ethan. I'm so, so sorry. I'm sorry for being a jerk, I'm sorry for causing trouble, I'm sorry of giving you grief about Rosie, I'm sorry that I can't save you. I love you. I love you, so much. And thank you- you saved Rosie's life. I never hated you, despite everything I said. I have always thought that you're an amazing doctor. An amazing brother. An amazing friend. An amazing person. You put everyone else first. I won't forget you. I can't- no one else will be able to either. You made such a difference to so many people's lives. Goodbye Ethan. I'll never stop loving you.'

Cal's tears dripped onto Ethan's body, some landing in his messy hair, some on his face and neck. Cal left the morgue without a backwards glance. He was unaware that Charlie had slipped in after him and was watching him, incase something happened to him.

Cal ran to the staffroom, avoiding the other members of staff. He wiped his eyes and washed his hands to get rid of the sticky red liquid that belonged to Ethan. He went to his locker and pulled out the small box. He took a deep breath and walked out of the staffroom and to Rosie's side room. She was hooked up to a variety of machines and an oxygen mask rested on her face. Her long hair was sprawled out on the pillow, her eyes were closed, her limbs limp by her sides.

Cal opened the small box and got down on one knee.

'Rosie- I don't know if you can hear me, I really hope you can, else I'm just talking to myself, again. I love you. I have never truly loved anyone, but you probably already knew that. I can't see myself with anyone else. You arrived here, that first day and everything changed. I just knew that you were the one for me. At first you kinda hated me- I was annoying and stuff but when we kissed that first time there were fireworks, there was passion and there was love. I've never loved someone as much as I love you an I probably never will again. I can't lose you. I've already lost someone I love, I can't loose another. Rosie please wake up.' Tears were streaming down his face 'And Dr Rosie Jemma March- will you marry me?'

There was no response but Cal wasn't expecting one. He slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her on the forehead.

'I love you.'