Charlie Fairhead walked over got the young doctor and hauled him to his feet, he snaked his arm around Ethan's shoulders and led him to the relatives room. He lowered the young man onto the sofa and left him alone with his thoughts. Ethan sat staring at the clock, then when he was fed up with that, he laid sprawled across the sofa staring at the ceiling. The door opened and Connie Beauchamp stepped in to the room. "Dr Hardy, Ethan, I'm sorry but we've lost him!" Connie said sadly. "No, Bring him back. Now bring him back." Ethan screamed at the clinical lead. "Caleb! I need him, bring him back" the young doctor fell apart, he sobbed and screamed. Connie excused herself. "We need to tell the others." Connie's voice broke, she realised the mammoth task she had before her. "I'll do it." Ethan snarled. "Dr Hardy, you don't have to..." Connie was broken off by Ethan. "I said I'd bloody do it." Connie gathered the staff around the reception desk. Ethan stepped out of the relatives room. "Can I...um..." He began shakily, his stutter dominating his throat. "I'm sorry, but Dr Caleb Knight passed away a short while ago." Ethan said taking in the sympathetic faces of his colleagues. "We will be observing a memorial period for the young doctor and I'm sure that Dr Hardy would appreciate everyone's support." Connie said before marching back into her office. Ethan was flooded with people offering support and caring messages.
A few weeks later, Ethan found himself stood in the bathroom of his flat. He was tying his tie around his neck. He looked into the mirror taking in his own bloodshot eyes, grey pallor and faint stubble that surrounded his chin. He ran a hand through his dishevelled hair. He reached a shaky and across the counter for his hairbrush. His fingers skimmed over Cal's toothbrush. He didn't know why he and kept it. He kept all of Cal's things, almost in a desperate hope that his brother would one day come through the front door. His robe still hung over his bedroom door, his hair products still lined the shelves in the bathroom, all untouched by Ethan. Ethan walked out of the bathroom, he then found himself in Cal's room. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the diary that he had been keeping in Cal's absence. It had originally been Cal's journal but since he died, Ethan had kept up the routine of updating it. The doorbell chimed and Ethan trudged to answer it. "Ethan, it's time," Tess said as the door opened. Ethan followed the nurse out of the apartment and onto the street where the hearse stood. A dark mahogany coffin sat in the back and flowers around it spelt out his name. Tess reached into her bag and pulled out the photo frame that Ethan had asked for. Inside the frame was a picture of the brothers The picture had been taken when Ethan had been released from hospital following the crash that claimed Jeff's life. He shakily took the picture and ran his finger over their cheeky smiles. "Where our eyes are never closing, heart were never broken, and times forever frozen still." Ethan remembered the words to a powerful ballad he had found solace in since his brother died.
Song lyrics from Ed Sheeran-Photograph.