Rosie and Cal knew that there was little time to plan their wedding- they had to quickly plan Ethan's funeral first. It was now over a month since he had died- thankfully Ethan's organised planning made it easy to sort. Guests were invited, flowers were booked and a church service was planned. It was to be in a week's time. That would be the final goodbye to a man that everyone loved.

One of the main points on Ethan's list was that he didn't want anyone to wear black. He wanted everyone in brighter colours- he wanted to be remembered for his life not his death. 'Obviously when he wrote this he didn't think he would die a hero' Cal thought.

It was just four days before the funeral when the world crashed yet again. Rosie and Caleb went to the local shopping centre to buy their outfits for the funeral- according to Rosie Cal's entire wardrobe was to dark and dreary- all shades of blacks and greys. Rosie's wardrobe was half useless now- because of the large cast and crutches she was very restricted in what she could wear- she was hoping that she wouldn't have to wear her pink jogging bottoms to the funeral, she wanted to look smart.

Rosie picked out a blue suit for Cal- navy jacket and trousers, a lighter shirt and a royal blue tie. Reluctantly Cal tried on the suit- he stood and smiled at himself in the mirror- the blues actually kind of suited him. Then it went wrong.

'You're a doctor at Holby ED- aren't you?'

Cal was taken back by the woman's question- she had appeared out of no where.

'Erm yes.'

'Why were you smiling?'

'Because I-' he was cut off

'You were there the day of the train crash- weren't you?'

Caleb ignored the question.

'You were there- weren't you!'

'Fine- yes I was there.' Cal was frustrated and annoyed by the woman's strange questions.

'You did nothing!' She spat at Cal 'You're supposed to be a doctor and yet you did nothing!'

'Excuse me what?'

'You don't even remember her! You're insensitive and useless! You don't care- none of the doctors care!'

Tears gathered in Cal's eyes

'You probably don't even care how many people died on that train!' The woman was now shouting at Cal.

'Yes I do- 239 people died.'

'So they're just numbers to you are they?'

'No- and do you know why not?! My brother was one of them. My fiancé was nearly one of them.'

The woman was silent.

'So don't say that the staff are useless at the ED. My colleagues are incredibly talented but the crash was horrific. Most people died instantly at the scene.' Cal's voice was also raised- he had hot, angry tears streaming down is face. He turned on his heel back to the changing rooms where he got out of the suit, regained his composers and joined Rosie.

'What was all that about?'

'What was what all about?'

'Cal- you're eyes are still red and I heard the two of you arguing.'

'A woman accused me of not caring- she accused everyone else at the ED of not caring. It's just not true. We lost Ethan on that train and we nearly lost you. I nearly lost you.'

Cal buried his head in Rosie's shoulder and her soft hair. Rosie hugged him and rubbed his back until his sobs calmed. She kissed his cheek as he pulled away from the hug. Rosie had already chosen her dress, and so they went straight to the check out to buy Cal's suit. The journey home was quiet. Most journeys were now- neither doctor wanted to turn on the radio following the unfortunate incident last time.