The day Lily was scheduled to go home dawned bright and warm. To her surprise, Ethan had pulled some strings with Connie and swapped his shift, allowing him the whole day off to help her move in with him. She had already given him a key to her flat with the instruction to start boxing things up, but she hadn't expected him to match her meticulous levels of organisation. In a week he had packed up everything he could and labelled the boxes. They planned to go to her flat on leaving Holby, so she could decide how much of it she'd be keeping.

Lily had hoped her departure wouldn't coincide with the middle of a shift, but unluckily, as Ethan wheeled her through the ED it was almost full of people wishing her well. She rolled her eyes, thinking no-one could see her. She was mistaken: Zoe looked over at that exact moment.

"You didn't honestly think you'd be able to escape quietly did you?" she called from the opposite side of reception. She suddenly dashed through cubicles and triage, rounding up the rest of the usual crowd. She disappeared for a moment and returned with flowers and a good luck card. Zoe leant very close to Lily's ear as she gave her a hug.

"I heard your first physio session didn't go too well, but I know you can do this. Don't you dare give up, we need you too much!"

"I look forward to welcoming you back, as soon as you're ready Lily. And not a moment too soon, okay Ethan?" Connie said with a smile. Then there was a flurry of people giving Lily hugs and wishing her luck. Sitting in the car a few minutes later, she sighed with relief.

"Everything okay?" Ethan asked.

"Just perfect," she replied. "I'm really glad to be going home, but it will be strange not seeing people every day for a while." Ethan kissed her cheek before starting the car.

"As if you being at home will stop people coming to see you! They care too much for that." Lily checked her reflection in the mirror and saw a familiar figure standing alone in the doorway of the ED. Dylan. Even though she knew he couldn't see her, she shyly averted her gaze.

He watched the car drive away, wishing he'd found the courage to go and speak to Lily earlier. He knew nothing of what Zoe had told Lily, but the consultant had known him and been good friends with him for long enough for every one of her assumptions te be true. No matter how much he'd heard of Lily refusing to listen to people take the blame, he couldn't stop the feelings of guilt permeating his mind like smoke. She lost her foot and there must have been something he missed, something he'd forgotten to do. He was her doctor, the one in charge of her care, ergo it was his responsibility to stop this happening. He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Dylan?" Zoe said, emerging into the sunshine. "Are you okay?"

"Not really," he said shortly, before turning on his heel, collecting his car keys and jacket from his locker and leaving, mid-way through his shift.

Lily was too tired to do much sorting in her flat. Just to get there, Ethan had had to carry her up the flight of stairs, her crutches in her arms. They almost hadn't made it, they had been laughing so hard by the time they reached her door, she had to wipe the tears from both of their eyes.

"All good?" he said as he gently set her down and waited for her to regain her balance on her crutches.

"Um, yes. Except the key is in my pocket, and I don't trust myself not to fall over on these things yet. This is ridiculously embarrassing, but could you possibly..." Ethan sighed as she asked this, but obliged because they didn't have much choice.

Lily hobbled through the door and gasped. She had expected her flat to be a mess – instead she could see brown cardboard boxes with neatly written white labels, more or less in the previous positions of their contents.

"I thought it would make things easier for you if everything, or nearly everything, was taken care of. One less thing to think about," Ethan explained.

"You don't understand how brilliant I think you are right now," she said. "I really want to hug you, but I'm really not sure that would be wise."

"Perhaps not," Ethan smiled, hugging her regardless of the way she wobbled on the crutches. Lily yawned.

"This is insane. I used to work twelve hour shifts and now I'm exhausted after being carried up a flight of stairs," she sighed.

"We don't have to sort all this today. I thought you might just want to pick up a few important boxes tonight, and we could deal with the rest another day," Ethan said.

"I like that idea very much."

She started hobbling around the flat, choosing a few boxes. Books, Music and DVDs, Airing Cupboard. A smile danced across her lips when she noticed Ethan hadn't touched her wardrobe. He hadn't wanted to rummage through her clothes, it felt too personal and besides, he didn't have the faintest idea what he would have done with any of it. Appreciating this, Lily asked if he wouldn't mind taking the few boxes she'd chosen down the care, so she could choose the clothes she needed. He obliged, glad he wouldn't be introduced to the contents of her underwear drawer, and left the room.

Lily sorted out enough clothes for a week, knowing she'd be coming back long before she ran out of clothing. She sat quietly on the bed when she was finished, catching her breath back from the effort of moving herself around the room unaided. She ran her fingertips across the crochet quilt on top of her duvet. The last time she'd slept in this bed, it had been cool enough to need it. She remember vividly counting the squares for each row as her grandmother sewed them together. Lily had been eighteen, it was the summer before university, and her grandmother had been insistent that she take a new quilt with her. Lily couldn't deny, it had always been a huge comfort to her, even now, nearly ten years later.

Ethan came back into the room. Lily looked up, shuffling off the bed onto her crutches and nearly losing her balance.

"Okay?" he checked.

"Yes. Can – would you mind folding the quilt from the bed? It would just be nice, you know, something old in a new place." Ethan knew exactly what his girlfriend meant and didn't mind the extra trip to the car. He vehemently denied Lily's offer of carrying it and her crutches while he carried her. Even without the quilt, it was considerably more difficult to carry her downstairs than it had been to carry her up them. They found it just as funny, which was half of the problem.

"The things you do for me," Lily smiled as she pulled her seatbelt across herself. Ethan turned the key in the ignition and looked over to her.

"I'd do it all again in the heartbeat," he replied, really glad that he wouldn't have to worry about Lily on her first night out of hospital.