Charlie had stopped stalking Cal when he walked into Rosie's side room- he wasn't trying to invade his privacy but, having just lost his brother, he didn't want Cal to do something stupid.

Cal sat in the staffroom. He must have drifted off because next thing he knew he was covered in a blanket on the sofa and Robyn was sat next to him.

'Hey,' he was offered a sad smile. 'You should be in Rosie's room, not the staffroom. She'll want you to be there when she comes round.'

Cal allowed himself to be guided to Rosie's room. He no longer had any idea what time it was or even what day it was

'Have you seen her yet?'

'Yeah I went in earlier. After I saw Ethan.' Then there was silence.

The two of them walked into the room. Robyn walked up to Rosie's bed side but Cal remained at the door. Something on Rosie's hand was glittering, catching the light from the window. Robyn moved round the bed to get a closer look. On her hand was a silver ring, an engagement ring. A smile crept onto her lips

'Did you!?'

'Yeah, I proposed. I was going to do it when she got home from the meeting. I had a romantic dinner planned out and everything. But then you know- everything happened.' Cal's voice was soft, tears rolled down his face as he looked at her. She was so peaceful and so very beautiful.

The young nurse left him with his girlfriend. Robyn walked over to Lofty who she hugged while bursting into tears. Lofty let Robyn's tears spill all over him

'I want to see him.' Robyn knew what she wanted, 'I want to see him- it's the only way it'll seem true.'

Lofty and Robyn stood at Ethan's side in the morgue. He had been cleaned up since Cal saw him. He was no longer painted red by his own blood. His open fractures were stitched shut so that he would be presentable for the funeral. His blond hair was covering his eyes. Robyn knew how much he hated that, so she leant forward and pushed back his fringe. He looked much younger now- he wasn't wearing his glasses, they had been put with his other belongings that were found at the crash site. The nurses sobbed for the friend and colleague. They weren't the first- several members of staff had come down to see him since the crash and said their goodbyes- everyone cried and returned to the ED feeling numb. It wasn't right for someone to die so young, with so much left to do.

The nurses walked back up to the ED, and sat silently in the staffroom. Nothing felt right anymore. It was heartbreaking to see Cal sit by Rosie's bed and cry his way through the day. Cal hadn't gone back to the apartment since he left to buy the ring. Ethan was always over prepared for everything. Cal knew that inside the notebook in his top draw there were elaborate plans for his funeral. Who he wanted inviting, what he wanted people to wear, where he wanted to be buried and what flowers he wanted. It was scary how organised it was. Cal knew where it was and knew that he should get it, so he could start planning the funeral.

Cal walked home- his car was at the hospital but he didn't want to drive. He wanted to walk and not have to think. He didn't try to hide the tears that fell down his face- everyone had seen him cry- he had a right to be upset and he no longer cared if people thought he was soft. Connie had given him compassionate leave for 2 months, but he was still in the hospital everyday, at Rosie's beside. Waiting. Always waiting and watching.

Cal stood and starred at the door to the apartment. The door that he had stumbled through after a rough night of partying, the door that he slammed when he had a row with Ethan, the door that he kissed Rosie as they came in from work, the door that held together so many memories- both happy and sad. He pushed open the door and ran upstairs to Ethan's bedroom- he wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Ethan's room was unchanged- which, for some reason surprised Cal, as if because Ethan was dead his room would change for some reason. Cal rummaged around in the draw until he found the slim black note book. He grabbed it and turned to leave the room when something stopped him. There was something else he needed. It took some more rummaging but Cal found it- the photo memory book from when they were younger. He didn't dare to open it but clutched it close to his chest like it was his brother rather than an old, tattered book.

Next Cal went into his room, grabbed a rucksack and some clean clothes. Finally he went into Rosie's room. It had taken a while to get round to but it had been painted deep purple and matched the pale purple flourishes across the room. He carefully picked up two of the vases, now filled with dead flowers, and a fluffy cushion from the foot of her bed. Having placed them all in his bag Cal left the flat and started on the road to the hospital. He walked slowly so it took some time but he didn't mind. His mind was too full of emotions to care about time. He passed a flower shop on his way to the ED and bought two bouquets of flowers for Rosie's hospital room. The flowers were pink with purple accents, they were beautiful.

Having arrived back at the ED Cal arranged the flowers and placed the cushion at the foot of the bed. He curled up into a ball on the chair next to Rosie's bed and drifted of to sleep- reading the books he had brought from home could wait. The nurses regularly checked on Cal and Rosie, when they found Cal asleep in the chair beside Rosie they covered him with a blanket and dimmed the lights, in the hope that it would help him sleep. It never did.